1489: C1489 The Name of the Ghost Wolf the Murderer

C1489 The Name of the Ghost Wolf the Murderer

"Don't worry! Winterfell City had once received support from the Ruins Palace, so it was definitely not that simple. Winterfell was just a pretense! They still have a deeper foundation! "

A Master of the Profound Nether Wonderland said in a low voice.

Everyone was taken aback.

Three or four small black dots suddenly flew out from the ruins of Winterfell City.

They were Absolute Wind Desolation, Absolute Wind Rui, Absolute Wind Mist, and Yu Lin Zi. These top-notch Great friar of the Absolute Feng Family were all in an extremely sorry state.

At this moment, the beautiful Mayor, Jue Feng Lan's face lost all color. His hair was in disarray, her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were bleeding, and his face was filled with hatred and hatred.

Jiang Tian's punch was too terrifying. Either the high-grade Gold Pill was comparable to the Great True Lord, or the top strong person, who possessed many artefact s to protect themselves, turned into powder the same way the other Absolute Feng Family s did.

In fact, with Jue Feng Lan's strength, she could not handle a single punch from Jiang Tian. In a moment of desperation, Yu Lin Zi threw her three protective equipment which barely saved her life, but even so, she did not feel well. Her bones and tendons were all broken, and her internal organs and meridians were all heavily injured.

Jufeng Feng's clear eyes swept across the ground, and looked at Winterfell that was razed to the ground. Her eyes seemed to spew fire, and her beautiful face was filled with hatred as she shouted in a tender voice:

"Jiang Taichu, you … Annihilate my city, annihilate my family! If I don't take revenge for this grudge, I, Jufeng Mist, will become a useless man! "

"Today, I swear that one day, I will tear your body into ten thousand pieces and chase you all the way to the solar system and Earth. I will kill all of your parents, wife, and children, leaving not even chickens and dogs!"

Jue Feng Lan hated Jiang Tian so much that he almost vomited blood.

Winterfell City. Although it wasn't the true ancestral land of the Jufeng Faction, they had been here for ten thousand years, and their territory was a thousand miles in radius. Most of the heavenly and earthly treasures were concentrated in this huge city.

Countless spirit stones, Pills s, magical equipment s and materials piled up like a mountain. It was as vast as a sea, and being able to fill up a entire valley was something that they had accumulated for many years. Now, it had been crushed by Jiang Tian's fist.

Needless to say, there were also the eight cultivator army s who guarded the city, causing Jufeng Lan great sorrow.

The reason why the Absolute Feng Family was so high up in Winterfell was because they were ranked third in their huge city. Even the Northern Sea Knife Emperor didn't dare to underestimate them. Relying on the friar's military formation which was formed by dozens of Gold Pill and tens of thousands of Foundation Building friar s working together, the killing power was so great that even the nascent infant Heavenly Monarch had to avoid it.

Back then, an army had once swept through the northern profound world, causing many Sect and aristocratic families to tremble in fear.

It was as if the plough was sweeping through all the acupoints, making it invincible.

Other than the Heaven's Pride Demons of the lower realms, there was basically no one else who could stop the Absolute Feng Family race.

But just now, the eight great defensive armies had not even flown in the air and spread out their forces. Before they could even unleash the slightest amount of power, they had already been crushed by Jiang Tian's punch.

"Jiang Taichu, you are vicious!"

Yu Lin Zi, who was protecting Jufeng Mist, was also roaring.

"Jiang Taichu, we are different from you!"

Jufeng Wasteland was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"I won't rest until you're dead! "We must slaughter our way into your ancestral land, bloodbath for 10,000 miles, and slaughter a billion people in order to take revenge!"

Jue Feng Rui gritted his teeth as his entire body released an endless golden light. The ancient bronze spear in his hand was plain and unadorned, but its aura was oppressing, as if an ancient dragon was about to awaken. This was a high-grade true weapon. It was extremely rare in this desolate third level of the Northern Sea. It could suppress an entire world.

"Long ShengNan, Gui Lang, Wu Shujian, it's time for you to show your true skills and kill them!"

Jiang Tian's gaze turned cold, and his scales had been touched, as he berated sternly.

"Yes sir!"

Gui Lang and Wu Shuang Jian bellowed, their bodies moving as fast as lightning, each of them unleashing their best techniques, rushing towards the Feng Family's handicapped veterans.

They were all experienced fighters, so they knew the meaning behind Jiang Tian's actions.1

The person who told them to kill the Emperor of the Ruins was equivalent to submitting their names to the family. From then on, there would be no retreat, and there would be no possibility of returning to the Immortal Ruins.

"Don't worry, you will hurt my Mayor and my Patriarch!"

"The eight horses of Winterfell are here!"

At the same time, eight figures soared up from the ruins, blocking in front of Gui Lang, Wu Shuang and Long ShengNan. All of them were Gold Pill True Lords.

They were eight army commanders, and they did not die to Jiang Tian's punch just now. They were only severely injured, and were recovering from their wounds with Pills s that ate them, their fighting strength had recovered and they rushed into the clouds.

They were huge wings that covered the sky, and were around a thousand feet long. They looked like they were carved out of white jade, and their entire bodies were snow-white and sparkling. Their eagle claws were like steel hooks, and their feathers were like heavenly blades.

This was a snow eagle, a descendant of a great power that only existed in the Northern Sea World. It did not fear the cold winds, nor the cold winds of hell. Its speed was extremely fast and its blood energy was extremely vigorous.

The snow eagles they sat on were specially crafted and would normally eat Pills and drink from spirit spring water. They would waste countless of heavenly and earthly treasures to activate their wisdom and stimulate the Cultivation Level, and each one of them was comparable to a Gold Pill True Lord in strength.

"Ghastly Wolf Guard leader, are you really going to persist in killing the root of the Ruins Emperor in public and look down on the might of the Heavenly Law Emperor? No matter how strong you are, you will one day be brought to justice by the Imperial Palace of Ruins! "

A protector riding a snow eagle shouted, his entire body brimming with vitality. Black armor covered his slender and robust body, and he wielded a huge broadsword in his hands. His killing intent tore through the heavens, giving off a sense of oppression.

Everyone present was shocked. This Cultivation Level which had a half-step nascent infant was actually ten or a hundred times stronger than many of the Master s and Patriarch s in this realm.

These guards had extraordinary origins, and they were actually all peerless cultivators from the Nine Guards of the Broken Ruins Palace. They weren't far from the Divine General, and because they had violated the laws of heaven and committed heinous crimes, they had to withstand tens of thousands of lightning strikes, be killed in body and spirit.

After that, when Prince Qiu Ming pleaded for them for mercy and for the imperial palace to show mercy, they were expelled from the Immortal Ruins and sent to the desolate lands of the lower realms to perform meritorious deeds.

However, their strength was definitely not bad, and they were even very strong, surpassing many Master Realm Lords. After all, Winterfell City was a fortress built by the Ruins Emperor Hall, and it was a representation of that.

"Pfft!"

Unexpectedly, the Ghost Wolf didn't stop at all.

His eyes were sinister and his killing intent surged. He cut open the space with his sharp blade and suddenly disappeared from where he stood, in the next moment, he appeared right next to the Guardian General. His speed was even faster than lightning.

Without saying a word, his air piercing blade slashed out, and cracks appeared in space.

The blood splattered, dyeing the sky red. Not even the snow eagle on the mount had a chance to escape as it was torn into pieces by the spatial tear.

At this moment, everyone felt their scalps explode.

Even the peerless great cultivator that was sent to guard the lower realms, the Ghost Wolf, was killed immediately without mercy. This war had been heated up for nothing, and there was no possibility of peace.

Jiang Tian and the others were not afraid of anything, it was not about seizing resources or raising the Cultivation Level. It was about resisting and killing each other. He was decisive and resolute, sharp and deadly, just like a sharp blade that could cut through anything in its path.

"Old Eight!"

The other seven generals of Wintertide City roared loudly, and their eyes turned red. They were enraged to the extreme.

They and Ol 'Eight guarded Winterfell together. In the past, they often sparred to confirm that they had joined forces to slay demons and handed their backs to each other. Their relationship was like that of blood brothers.

Sou sou sou!

They ordered their snow eagles to fly into the air, and all kinds of Dharma Idol erupted. Light flames, ice, black smoke, golden light, Flying Sword s, and spears filled the air, creating a world-shaking atmosphere as they struck towards the ghost wolf.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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