The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 228 Brotherly Love

"Boss, what are you talking about? You saved my Xiehu's life. Now that my brother is in trouble, how can I be a coward? I feel itchy all over my body, and it’s too uncomfortable not to move my hands!" Xie Hu said as he licked his fingers, as a demon cultivator, and in the original body of the ferocious and brutal White Tiger, the blood of fighting was flowing in his bones. When Wuji said this, he immediately became excited and eager to try.

"That's right, Boss, without you, I'm afraid I'd still be setting up stalls on the street and living a miserable life. That kind of life... It's really worse than death. During this period of time, Wang Gang and Lu Chang The two brothers treated me well, and made me, a guy who had lost his relatives a long time ago, feel the warmth and affection again. Now that my brother is in trouble, how can I be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Although I can't play much role , but it’s okay to throw some spells!” Guan Xi also slapped his chest loudly, and said in a dignified manner.

"Very good! Very good!" Zhao Wou-ki looked at the two with satisfaction.

"You have taken in a few good guys!" Xiao Zhanzi showed a rare smile. Once upon a time...he had a group of such subordinates by his side, but...they had long since fallen.

"Hey, what's the point?" Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows triumphantly, stepped on the flying sword and flew into the air, staring at the direction of the Japanese island in the east, and said in a low voice: "Okay, let's go! Little devil, this time I Make you cry out of tune!"

As soon as the words fell, four rays of light flashed in the sky, like four galloping meteors, galloping towards the direction of Japan Island.

While galloping, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said in a low voice: "Damn little devils, you are ambitious, you can't live in peace in the mortal world, and you are still so unbearable here, very good, I will let you taste what it is. A lesson in blood!"

In the Fusang Palace, the owner of the Fusang Palace, Hiroshi Sakurai, sat on the expensive spar chair with a smile on his face, patiently waiting for Zhao Wuji's arrival, he could even vaguely see that his Fusang Palace was as magnificent as the world of cultivating immortals. The scene, but I am high above and worshiped by countless immortals, isn't that just like a god?However, he did not expect that the moment that made him regret it was slowly coming...

(End of this chapter)