The figure of the young master of the Wumen came to an abrupt halt and could no longer move. This made the young master of the Wumen show a look of fear on his face.
"I originally wanted to play with you, so why rush to die?"
Ning Chen shook his head, his tone still relaxed and casual: "Since you want to die, then I...I will help you."
The two fingers merged, and the void flickered.
Already far away from this place, the knife in the hand of one of the Wumen disciples came out and flew towards the young master of the Wumen.
The old witch god's expression suddenly changed: "How dare you, Zhu Zi."
No longer caring about attacking Ning Chen, the old witch god quickly operated the compass in an attempt to stop the knife and save his son.
However, Compass was a step late.
The long knife leapt forward and slashed through the neck of the young master of the Wumen.
Because all this happened so fast, the young master of the Wumen could not even react. There was still panic in his eyes, and then he fell down.
Young Master of the Wu Clan, die!
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"Zheng'er, my son..." The old witch god looked at this scene and was extremely sad. His son's talent was much stronger than his, and his future achievements would definitely be higher than his, so he devoted all his efforts to cultivate him.
But.
died.
His son died just like that.
Death cannot be too simple.
Witnessing this process and failing to save his son, the old witch god burst into tears, and his expression became ferocious the next moment: "You killed my son, and I want you to pay for my son's life."
"You alone are worthy enough?"
Ning Chen didn't question the old wizard god's strength. The main reason was that the old wizard god really didn't have the qualifications.
"Death, everyone must die. My son is dead. Don't even think about surviving." The old witch god's eyes were red and his expression was ferocious. His facial features were even squeezed together due to distortion, making him look extremely ugly.
I saw the old witch god recalling the compass, and the compass was suspended in front of the old witch god.
"puff."
The old witch god spit out blood from his tongue and sprayed it on the compass.
Compass' aura suddenly surged.
"Whoosh whoosh."
The compass spun and flew out under the control of the old wizard god, but the target of the compass was not Ning Chen, but the Wumen disciples far away from the fighting area. The compass spun and flew past, easily passing through the body of a disciple and landing on his chest. Leaving a bloody hole everywhere.
Then came the second one. The second elder, who was supported by his disciple, lowered his head and forgot about the blood hole in his chest, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
He couldn't understand why the old witch god wanted to kill him.
The third……
The third elder of the Wumen.
the fourth.
The fifth elder of the Wumen.
Next came the Wumen disciples.
More and more Wumen disciples are being brutally murdered by the old Witch God.
And the compass aura that absorbed the blood went even further, killing indiscriminately.
No, it should be considered a precise killing, because the old witch god only kills his own people.
The Wumen disciples scattered in fear and fled outside, constantly begging for mercy: "Old Witch God, have mercy on me..."
"Old Witch God, why do you want to kill us?"
"Old Witch God, you must die a happy death..."
Some begged for mercy, some cursed. The compass had a precise target. The stronger the person, the faster he died.
Not long after, it seemed that it had absorbed enough blood, and the compass flew back, oozing red light.
The faces of the fleeing disciples showed how happy they were to survive the disaster. They did not dare to stay here and fled down the mountain in a hurry.
The old witch god looked crazy and let out a weird smile: "Little beast, I admit that I underestimated you before, but you are proud of being able to force me to use the method of blood sacrifice. I almost blood sacrificed the entire disciples of the witch sect. As long as you don’t reach that realm, you will definitely die today.”
"Go and bury me with my son."
The compass roared in, and the red light was so strong that it instantly made people feel like they were falling into a sea of blood. The smell of blood was so tangy and nauseating.
Ning Chen never expected that after killing the young master of the Wumen, he would be able to force the old witch god to use such a cruel active skill.
No need for him to take action.
The witchcraft community was destroyed.
The compass whizzed down, and Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged as he reached out to catch it. This move was interesting, but it was too useless.
Kill one enemy and suffer a hundred losses.
The menacing compass exudes blood and destroys everything.
However, this seemingly invincible compass was easily grasped by Ning Chen. The attack of the old witch god and cripple could not even make Ning Chen retreat even a little bit.
After all, Ning Chen's current body was in a state of disrepair, and he was unable to block all of Luo Pan's attacks. The remaining power turned into a sharp blade, cutting a small gash in Ning Chen's clothes.
Old Witch God: "???"
"How is this possible?" the old witch god screamed.
After spending such a high price, it failed to hurt Ning Chen at all, only scratched the opening in his clothes, and even failed to break Ning Chen's skin. This was unacceptable to the old witch god.
"It's a small trick." Ning Chen was slightly annoyed.
His clothes were actually scratched by an ant?
The hand holding the compass suddenly became stronger.
"Click."
A slight sound came.
Under the stunned gaze of the Old Witch God, the cracks in the compass held by Ning Chen grew larger and larger, and then it shattered into countless pieces with a 'bang' sound. He regarded it as a magic weapon, but Ning Chen threw it away as trash. on the ground.
It's just an elementary magic weapon, how could it get into Ning Chen's eyes.
"puff."
The magical weapon was destroyed, and the old witch god was severely injured by the backlash, opening his mouth to spit out blood.
escape!
This also made the old witch god wake up, and there was only one thought left in his mind.
Damn it.
How could such a strong person come to a small place like Lingnan? Why would their Wumen want to provoke such a strong person?
It was too late for him to grieve now. He just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, otherwise the father and son would have to go on the road together. As for the son's death, as long as he is still alive, he can continue to live. If the Wumen is gone, it will be gone. Give him time and he can still live. Create a Wumen that is no weaker than the current one.
"Want to run."
Ning Chen grabbed hold of the void.
Gravity.
The Grand Master can catch it.
King Wu can catch him.
Even if he has surpassed the level of King Wu, he is still controllable in front of his gravity technique.
The old witch god encountered the same situation as the young master of the witch clan before. His face suddenly turned ashen. He wanted to bow his head, but his body was restrained by an invisible force and he could not move at all. The old witch god begged for mercy: " Senior, please forgive me, I am blind and unable to recognize Mount Tai..."
"Shut up." Ning Chen frowned: "Where is the ancient vine? Hand it over."
