He controlled a thousand breakups and stepped forward at the same time, and then, a thousand huge phantoms appeared, all of which were Yin Jinglong's feet.

With one foot on his feet, Yin Jinglong shattered a thousand demons with his phantom.

Just a wave of twisted screams, and the thousand evil lives disappeared into the snow, destroyed in ashes, and the bones remained.

Yin Jinglong had a warm smile on his face.

He is not vicious or merciful.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, killing decisively is just a simple habit.

Yin Jinglong walked towards Roshili. Roshili sat on the ground, weak and weak, pale, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, all the demons died, and he was also implicated and seriously injured. He couldn't help but tremble all over as he watched Yin Jinglong walk towards him.

"Don't kill me, I can..." Roxley said.

Yin Jinglong frowned in confusion: "Do you want to use some benefits to save your life? But what can you do with it? Your entire belongings may not be as valuable as one of my treasures."

Roshili was unable to refute the truth, and it was indeed the case that he could not tempt Yin Jinglong. So he said with a stern look: "If you dare to kill me, then..."

"So what?" Yin Jinglong's eyes were full of mockery, "Are you threatening me? But what qualifications do you have to threaten me? I have heard too many threats of this kind, and I have become accustomed to it. You can go and inquire about who I have been afraid of, when did I be threatened by others, and those who have threatened me have no good ending. Oh, you should not have the opportunity to inquire, because you have not had a good ending, and you are about to die."

"I...you..." Roxley trembled and stuttered, and a voice at a loss in his mouth. He seemed to want to express something, but he never had the chance to express it clearly again.

Because, Yin Jinglong's fingers bounced out an invisible fluctuation and entered Roshili's eyebrows. Then, a life ended and Roshili died.

Roshili's translucent soul escaped from the corpse, and Yin Jinglong released a fire, burning Roshili's soul.

"Your soul will be burned for 24 hours, and then the soul will be scattered. That is to say, you will be tortured for 24 hours." Yin Jinglong said lightly.

Roshili wanted to escape, but his soul was fixed by Yin Jinglong's mental power and could not escape, so he could only endure the burning. He wanted to curse, but because of Yin Jinglong's mental power, he could not do it.

After doing all this, a thousand Yin Jinglong's clones turned into phantoms of different colors and disappeared into the air.

Just like countless beautiful fireworks, after blooming, they disappear and are invisible without leaving any trace.

It is like countless colorful bubbles. After the splendor, it all collapses and turns into nothingness.

Those who claim to be strong, after seeing Yin Jinglong's methods, all realized that they were weak and admitted that they were frogs in the well, and a whisper came.

"I swear, Yin Jinglong is the most awesome person I have ever met in my life. He is now my idol and the great god I admire the most. I used to think Yin Jinglong was a white old senior, but now I can only sigh that heroes are young, and I was the frog in the well before!"

"I have to express my repentance. There have been rumors that Yin Jinglong repents Ye Liuli, the woman who repents can achieve the current achievements. I actually believed these lies. Seeing that it is true, Senior Yin does not need help from others, okay? I am already so strong that anyone is qualified to help him. I must apologize and repent."

"Although Yin Jinglong is young, he is fully qualified to be our senior. He deserves such a reputation and status. This incident tells us a truth: people should not behave like appearances, and the sea water should not be measured. Those who look weak on the outside may not be really weak, but may be a great god. We must keep our eyes open, and don't offend people who should not offend, and don't offend people who cannot offend."

"That guy named Roshili is also unlucky. He probably is used to being domineering, but he never thought that he would have a tragic day. No matter who he is, he will be unlucky when he meets an enemy like Senior Yin. If I meet an enemy like Senior Yin, I will choose to commit suicide directly, and it may be less painful. Therefore, I would rather commit suicide than fall into Yin Jinglong's hands."

"I am now excited, admiring, awe, and joyful, and full of doubts. Senior Yin Jinglong is really a legendary figure, which makes me feel mixed emotions."

"Senior Yin not only has great magical skills, but also unified the cultivation world in Nanze City. Judging from this situation, he also has to unify the entire southwest cultivation world. He is really a young man, which makes people admire him."

The next morning, in London, England, thousands of miles away, the sky above my head was sunny, and the gentle breeze was like a pair of passionate girls' hands stroking everyone's skin.

Cruise boats on the Thames River flow endlessly, countless couples stood by the bed to take photos, countless passengers lying on the deck to bask in the sun, and countless tourists sat on the shore to drink tea.

Under the clouds, various colorful hot air balloons were floating, and the people on the balloons made boring and exaggerated excitement.

The whole city is filled with beautiful illusions of happiness, romantic and hypocrisy.

Somewhere under a clear sky, there is the British National Wizards' Guild.

In those twisted dark corridors, countless cages are placed.

In the large cage, there are various monsters and humans.

They are all terrible and pathetic test items, some are semi-finished and some are finished.

On the dark and wet ground, broken arms and limbs can be seen everywhere.

The infinitely extended strange space is filled with angry, low, wild, and coquettish shouts.

The brutal hybrid monsters, beautiful and sexy girls, and the plants that devour the soul are all masterpieces transformed by wizards.

The entire underground palace is like a huge spiral nest that keeps rotating, devouring the enemy's souls and souls, and also consuming everything about itself.

In the most magnificent hall, a group of beasts dressed in gorgeous costumes sat, sitting on retro chairs, with exquisite cups, a cool and obscure wind blowing into the Gothic window.

There were multiple cages on the ground, and the sounds of help and mercy from the poor people could not disturb the mentality of the wizards.

Instead, they find these sounds pleasant, as if they are enjoying an opera.

Cruel hobby.

Sitting in the seat was the president of the guild. He was still wearing a low-key but valuable global limited edition suit, wearing gold-wire eyes, like a gentleman with a kind smile on his lips, like a kind-hearted old man who was willing to help others. However, his eyes were filled with excitement and bloodthirsty light, and a beast lived in his pupils, reminding him of the smell of blood at all times.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!