I Have The Hand Of God, Start Stealing The Complete Nine Tails

When Su Yun and the others were laughing and laughing in the little hell.

The space storm is gradually subsiding.

However, the air still had an air of tyranny.

When any creature steps into it, there will be an illusion that the flesh is about to be torn apart.

When the space storm completely dissipated.

There was a burst of cries in the sky.

"Ancestor, you died so miserably, I'll take you home!"

"Please rest assured, I will make Su Yun pay back the grudges forged in the underworld a hundredfold!"

"Don't let the Terran, they have a close relationship with Su Yun!"

Ten thousand clans cried bitterly, echoing in the nine heavens and ten places.

There are good people who have made statistics specially.

There are about 80 kings who died at the hands of the underworld!

The pseudo-king directly broke the 100!

In other words, in this battle caused by Su Yun, the death toll of the king and the false king was approaching 200!

Others' hearts trembled badly when they heard the number.

"Good guy, once you die, it's a big movie!"

"Su Yun is a god of death. Since he came to the battlefield of ten thousand races, he has never been calm!"

"Dragon Devouring True Gold Curse and the Curse of the Death Curse Clan in him should not come out."

"I can't get out, I guess I'm dying!"

Ten thousand people cast aside Su Yun.

However, the scavengers are grateful to Su Yun.

Thanks for feeding!

At that time, many corpses of the fallen kings and false kings were secretly stolen.

Therefore, the more people die, the happier the scavengers are.

"From now on, I will make Su Yun the gold scavenger!"

"This is not enough, we must kowtow to Lord Su Jin in the morning, noon and evening!"

"I agree. When Lord Su Jin came, our business has greatly improved."

The scavengers were stunned.

Somewhere in the Ten Thousand Races battlefield, someone was holding a wooden sign in his arms.

It reads: The gold owner of the scavengers, Su Yun!

"kneel!"

Someone whispered.

clap clap...

A large group of people knelt down and sincerely kowtowed to the wooden sign.

A stick of bright sandalwood is inserted into the ground.

Cigarettes are misty, lingering in the void.

Someone happened to be passing by.

They were shocked when they saw this scene.

"Damn it, the scavenger still has a father?" the passerby asked in amazement.

That's what scavengers are.

A group of poor people who have been abandoned.

With this skill alone, he struggled to survive at the bottom of the battlefield of ten thousand races.

...

Spirit world.

Gushenwang is one of the few old-fashioned kings who survived in this battle.

Inside the huge palace.

He was white-haired and sullen.

A pair of eyes lost focus, staring blankly ahead.

Seeing this, the Holy Spirit Domain Master also sighed.

The anger has been beaten, and the person is half-wasted.

"From now on, God King Gu will be dedicated to teaching the younger generation in the clan." He said softly.

God King Gu stood up tremblingly, knelt down on both knees, and then fell down on all fours: "Thank you, Lord of the Holy Spirit Realm!"

The clansmen next to him quickly picked him up and sent him out of the hall.

Soon after, a figure appeared at the gate of the palace.

The original indifferent and gloomy facial features of the Holy Spirit Domain Master gradually eased, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Perhaps, the death of the veteran king is not a bad thing!"

"Their death promotes more juniors to be promoted to kings!"

"Who has the final say in this era, not necessarily!"

He waved his hand, arrogant.

The young kings of the Protoss headed by Emperor Ku all bent down and saluted, saying respectfully, "I have seen the Lord of the Holy Spirit Domain."

...

Demon world.

The sky was dark, and the blood sun hung high.

A grand palace exudes icy and bloody fluctuations.

There is a ten thousand steps avenue outside the hall.

At this moment, bursts of wild laughter sounded.

"Look at the group of dogs below, there is not a single king!"

"If I had known that so many people would die in the battle of Yama Temple, I would definitely die in the past!"

"When will Su Yun make trouble next time? I'll be where he is in the future!"

A group of demon youths, both male and female, all made extremely sick remarks.

They really like Su Yun!

Nothing else, this person can do things every time!

If you do it, you will be killed and injured!

Demons like this!

Below the steps, stood men and women with gloomy faces.

They failed to become kings and were not qualified to go up the stairs.

"Mokodolo, do you think that Su Yun is strong?"

The speaker was a red-haired man.

He was burly, with a naked upper body and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

When the others heard the words, they looked over.

Mo Ke Duo Luo smiled lightly: "Invincible at the same level."

This group of demons narrowed their eyes.

Mokodoro is one of the top geniuses of the Demon Race.

It is absolutely strong to get his recognition!

"Tomorrow I'll go to Yama Hall to challenge Su Yun!"

"Don't go, they have a lot of money!"

"I can enjoy a hearty battle, and I am willing to die!"

A group of people walked into the palace with a whimper.

inside the palace.

Many demon kings sat on the chairs.

Their expressions showed a hint of satisfaction.

The success rate of this crowning is very high.

One year is like two years!

Even three years!

"The old king passed away, and the new king ascended the peak."

"It's a cycle and the end of an era."

"As a Demon Race, you can prove the Dao with battle, and use the name of killing to prove it!"

"War, die gloriously!"

"Retreat, the humble death!"

A demon king stood up and shouted coldly.

Mo Ke Duo Luo and others were condensed, and said in unison: "Yes!"

...

Wanlong Realm.

The battle of Yama Hall was the worst than the Dragon Clan.

Not to mention false kings and kings.

Just being a domain master makes them hurt.

In the world, the floods are terrifying, and the wind is raging.

A disaster destroyed the former tranquility of Wanlongjie.

The screams, screams, and cries were intertwined, like a tragic song of the world.

"Su Yun must die!"

"The debt of the Triple Crown King and the Heavenly Dragon King must be repaid in blood!"

"He is in the underworld now, how to deal with it?"

"As soon as there is news of Su Yun, it will come immediately!"

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the world.

Their hatred for Su Yun was beyond words.

...

Except for the Protoss, Demons, and Dragons who are thinking about Su Yun.

The Wind Clan, Thunder Clan, Tongtian Yan Serpent Clan, Death Curse Clan, Ancient Demon Clan, etc. also hated Su Yun deeply.

It is no exaggeration to say that Su Yun is the enemy of the world.

Once it appears, it will definitely attract endless pursuit!

...

The twelfth floor, Grey River Little Hell.

"Can I fix the broken little hell now?" Su Yun asked.

The Negative Stone Ghost King frowned deeply, and said, "Young Palace Master, I said that I want a top-level blacksmith with a cultivation base to reach the high or peak of the king's title."

"Remember, but I have mastered the Jiuji repair method."

Su Yun condensed: "Repairing is easier than casting, and it can also enhance the overall strength of the underworld."

The Negative Stone Ghost King thought for a long time, then nodded and said, "You can try, but the materials we need are relatively scarce..."

"It's okay, as long as you have a small piece or a broken part, I can make it out for you!" Su Yun smiled mysteriously.

The Negative Stone Ghost King said in shock, "Young Palace Master, you can still lay eggs and hatch resources!?"

"Roll rough!"

Su Yun rolled her eyes.

What a brain!

What a lot of nonsense!

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Beside, Song Yi and others laughed directly.

Su Yun corrected: "As for laying eggs, we have to let Brother Ji come."

Brother Ji: "Hahaha... eh!?"

Piggy and the others rolled on the floor with laughter.