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    “And what if it’s another three years, do you still have to kill people”

    “Well, as long as I live, there will be plenty of people coming to give me their lives, and I will have to kill”

    “I saved you this time, you have to save this favor for me until three years later, when you do something for me, that thing is so troublesome that it may make both of us lose our lives, and even the three souls and seven vapors may be dissipated into thin air.”

    “Your Dao is higher than mine, so you still need my help?” Wang Kunlun froze, quite confused.

    Xiang Yu said, “It has nothing to do with dao skills, no matter how high my dao skills are, I have no way to condense such a heavy bane on your body, if your bane can be condensed into a solid body after three years, my chances of winning can be increased by another 10%”

    The old tomb of Xishan Mountain is full of yin qi, and the only way to suppress it is to have a few points of fury. If the God of Murder, Bai Qi, is alive, I’m afraid that a single swing of the sword can cut off the yin qi of the old tomb and make it dissipate between heaven and earth.

    However, after Bai Qi, there is no more killing god.

    Wang Kunlun came out of the world, and although he could not achieve the name of Bai Qi, he was already on the road to the God of Killers.

    “You mean you want me to kill as many people as possible,” Wang Kunlun asked.

    “In this matter, Longhu Mountain and Maoshan and your side that robbed the Tai Cemetery will be your stepping stones”

    “If you want to say that, then I really don’t have any burden in my heart” Wang Kunlun smiled, he felt that Xiang Yu had better have some plans for him, otherwise this favor owed is a little bit inexplicable, too damn disturbing.

    “Maybe it’s just living three more years,” Xiang Yu said rather despondently.

    Wang Kunlun said indifferently, “One day is earned, let alone three years”

    In the deep jungles of Qiannan Mountain, a stream of ghosts and spirits rose from countless lonely graves in the forest and flew towards the place where the bells of invocation rang.

    Suho was silent as he looked at the shadowy souls that drifted past the mountains and forests above.

    Wang Kunlun revealed a cold smile. Wang Xuanzhen said: ”Wang Laodan that village has unjustly died a lot of people over the years, this jungle is also full of Yin graves, if you are a little bit of other dead souls that gang to cope with the absolute nine out of ten, but you put the village after the death of the people into the transformation of the ghosts Yin souls to attract the Maoshan

    And Longhu Mountain people may have to curse “by the Black Hmong Village to body parasites of those who were born, although the majority of voluntary, but at the moment of death there must be more or less a trace of remorse and resentment, and because of its own unnatural deaths are parasites sucked dry by the essence of the death of the death of the villagers died the vast majority of the villagers must not be able to

    Into the netherworld to reincarnate and then only wandering in the mountains and forests.

    After entering the village, Xiang Yu had already detected that there were quite a lot of stern ghosts and dead souls in this forest, only that due to the reason of the magic weapons on him and Wang Xuanzhen, none of the Yin souls dared to pop out.

    “If the means are too light, will they still take me seriously in the future,” Xiang Yu laughed blandly.

    Wang Xuanzhen quite fucking emotional said: “Xiang Yu, you have to be red this year ah” “must, red to be like the sun only” Xiang Yu tilted his head up and said proudly.

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