"Cough... it's over, he's here!"

The monks vomited blood and screamed, as if the god of death was approaching.

They curled back frantically, trying to find a sense of security. However, the cold and thick Mingshen Gate pressed heavily on their bodies, making them completely unable to move and could only wait for the arrival of fate.

This feeling is like a lamb to be slaughtered, and it is extremely painful. In this short period of time, their feelings are simply called "season as long as the year".

However, surprisingly, Uchiha Madara actually ignored them and walked straight ahead.

They were stunned.

Is it because Uchiha Madara's power was exhausted, or is it that he was disdainful to kill some of the little bugs that survived the disaster?

They didn't know that the only thing they could do now was to stare at the crimson back blankly and see what he wanted to do.

Ban walked along the way. During this period, he even skipped Ren Dongsheng and the wretched old man and the others, without even looking at them.

Among them, there is an interesting little episode. The white horse actually peed. It saw Uchiha who had no expression on his face from afar and urinated directly when he was in a state of excitement.

Moreover, I urinated a lot, like a stream.

Although the current form is very serious and the laughter seems to be out of place, the sloppy old man still couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahahaha! Looks like this cowardly horse was so scared that he peed all over the floor, hahahaha!"

Ren Dongsheng was frightened.

"Old man, shut up, do you want to attract Ban's attention and let him destroy us?

He has let me go two horses away, so it is hard to say whether he will let me go the third horse. In short, can you be quiet or not?"

When the other survivors of the Qingluan God clan heard this, they all looked like chickens pecking at rice, and they all nodded wildly.

They were really scared. At the same time, they were extremely regretful. If they had known this, why would they have been there? If they had heard the advice of Old Man Zha and the boy in white, they would not have been killed or injured in so many geniuses.

Madara seemed to have not heard it, he was still walking straight.

In the end, his goal seemed to be clear, because there was only one force left in the direction he was walking.

At this time, the old man from Canglan Sect also saw that Madara was coming straight to him.

He trembled and stroked his burned charred beard, and his whole body was trembling violently.

"It's over! The disaster comes from the mouth. If I had known it, I wouldn't be humble. I'd be so stupid as to go and I'd be able to break up the poem!"

He was old and weak, and was able to survive because he was completely dependent on throwing out other cultivators of Canglan Sect to block the disaster for him.

From this we can see how much he cherished his life.

"Ka! Da! Da!"

A burst of extremely regular footsteps came, and the heart of the old man of Canglan Sect couldn't help but beat with this rhythm. He had big beads of sweat on his forehead and his lips were pale.

Later, the spotted red armor fell in front of him.

The old man from Canglan Sect's heart trembled violently and his spine became cold. He was suppressed by Mingshen Sect and half-kneeled on the ground, with blood stains all over his body that had not yet dried up.

"Snake...Master Ban, let me go... let me go, ah! No, let the villain go! Although the villain has no old age, there are many children and grandchildren. They are still young and are still in their infancy, waiting for the villain to go back and raise them to adulthood.

You are the noble Shura Lord standing above the nine heavens, and the villain is just a humble ant on the ground. I just want you to let the villain go, and the villain immediately goes away and will never come to you to get in the eyes of you again."

He was crying and his voice was sad, just like an ordinary, miserable old man.

If others see him, they will definitely feel pitiful. If you may believe him and let him go.

However, the face was expressionless, and there was no change in the depths of the eyes, only indifference and ruthlessness.

The old man from Canglan Sect saw it very accurately. The name of Shura in front of him was really not a false saying. He could not see any emotion in his scarlet eyes.

"It's over! There's no emotion in this guy's eyes, I'm dead!" He shouted wildly in his heart, staring at Banyan's palms with his eyes fixed on him.

If Madara's palm moves, he must have killed him.

"I'm so stupid! Why do you want to be so lustful and offend this guy? Now the retribution is coming!"

He felt that he was dead, so his mental activity was very rich. He even thought of the 36th concubine he had just married. Before he could favor her, he was about to be buried here. The old man was very unwilling to accept it.

"You seem to be good at making lewd poems?" Ban's mouth raised slightly and his eyes asked with a cold look.

When the old man heard this, he felt a little hope in his heart.

Could it be that this guy fell in love with his ability to do the right thing in lewd poetry? Perhaps he could survive this.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! The villain has had this talent since he was a child. No one can say that the poems he mists are not good at, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the villain is the famous poet king in all worlds."

He quickly praised himself, hoping that the other party would give up the idea of ​​killing him.

"very good!"

Ban Xie smiled evilly, as if he had thought of something interesting.

This smile scared the old man of Canglan Sect very much and felt extremely nervous.

Mada walked forward, and with a thought, the Mingshen Gate, which was pressing against the old man, flew out in an instant, landing heavily on the ground next to him, making a dull loud noise.

Then, Ban's palm grabbed the old man's neck.

"Uh! Sir!"

The old man struggled violently, but no matter how much he struggled, he would be useless in front of Madara's big hand that looked like a pliers.

Suddenly, a special thing flew out of the spotted palm and pierced into the old man's body. It followed the circulation of blood vessels to his heart, and finally pierced firmly in the old man's heart.

This is the control spell that Madara has recently begun to try to make, and now he has conducted an experiment in the old man's body.

Then, Madara took him to the ancient formation without saying anything.

Madara put him down, then folded his hands together.

"Boom!"

In just a moment, a huge wooden monument rose from the ground.

It is hundreds of feet high and towering into the clouds and can be seen far away.

The surviving monks had pale faces. Is this what Uchiha Madara said before that the 100,000 burial monument?

"Okay, next, you start a poem of lust. One breath, and if you can't lust, you will break your limb."

The old man was stroking his neck that was pinched out of bruises. After hearing the words of the spot, he was shocked.

Madara hugged her chest with her hands and said quietly to start.

The old man from Canglan Sect was very quick to turn his mind. He immediately put aside other ideas and devoted himself to writing lewd poems.

Time passed too quickly, but he still didn't get any inspiration, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I want to praise him! I want to praise him... Hey! I have it!"

"One hundred thousand ants are too rampant, who is better than Shura?

The sea of ​​fire burning the Supreme... The sea of ​​fire burning the Supreme..."

"laugh!"

"ah!"

The old man from Canglan Sect screamed, and his left arm was cut off by a wooden knife.

However, he did not dare to delay and endured the pain. He finally thought of the last sentence.
Chapter completed!