"Don't move!"

Just as Di Long was about to fight back, a ghostly figure appeared behind him, and a sharp knife with a long and cold light shining light appeared on his neck.

"I dare to move, I will let you have a different body and head!"

Di Long gritted his teeth and threw the black iron stick in his hand to the ground.

"And you!"

The man who fell from the top of the cave pointed at Jin Wushuang with his chin. The latter glanced at Di Long who was being held hostage and put down the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

The weapons were confiscated, and the other party did not make things difficult for the two of them.

"Let's go and meet us with the envoy."

After passing through the underground river passage, the four of them came to a very open cave with torches inserted around them, making it bright as daytime.

At the end of the cave is a cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist, and you can vaguely hear the roar of dragons and tigers coming from below.

A charming woman stands on the edge of a cliff, she is the Holy Envoy of the Demon Cult.

Turning his head and looking at Jin Wushuang and Di Long, the corners of the Holy Maker's mouth slightly raised.

"It just so happens that I need several audiences to witness the moment when my Holy Church writes history."

Two men in black robes were busy on the ground, sprinkling an unknown powder on the ground, drawing a pair of hexagrams with a diameter of ten meters.

The envoy walked into the hexagram, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something in his mouth.

The six-pointed stars on the ground suddenly shone brightly, a gloomy wind blew, and a rumbling sound of thunder came from the cliff, like a tiger roaring a dragon roaring, like a thousand troops and horses.

The demons knelt down devoutly and murmured obscure words.

Jin Wushuang and Di Long looked at each other and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but they pushed their backs with a sharp thing.

"Be honest, be a good audience, don't play tricks."

The young man holding a slender sharp knife warned sinisterly.

A dazzling red light was released under the cliff, like the rising sun in the east.

In the light that could not be seen directly, a treasure chest flew out.

The light disappeared, and the envoy walked forward, with a solemn and pious look. He stretched out his hands and hugged the treasure chest in the air.

All the demon cultists were attracted by the treasure chest, and there was a sense of fanaticism in their eyes.

Suddenly, Jin Wushuang turned around and hit the young man behind him in the face.

He was only concerned about looking at the treasure chest, and was caught off guard and hit the bones of the nose. He squatted on the ground with a painful cry.

As soon as he squatted down, Jin Wushuang immediately raised his knee and pressed it against his forehead. This time, the young man had no time to make a sound and fell to the ground on his back and fainted.

"then!"

Jin Wushuang threw the black iron stick to Di Long, drew out the Qingyun Sword himself, and rushed towards the Holy Envoy with a quick step.

As the saying goes, capturing the king first. As long as you coerce the holy envoy and get the treasure chest, these demon cultists will definitely be afraid.

Jin Wushuang's abacus was well played, but he misjudged the strength of both sides.

The Holy Envoy looked contemptuous, easily avoided Jin Wushuang's sword, and raised his hand and slapped it.

Jin Wushuang felt a huge irresistible force coming, and he flew backwards and fell down under the cliff.

"Senior Sister Jin!"

Di Long roared and wanted to rush over to rescue Jin Wushuang, but he was entangled by two demon cultists and was beaten to retreat step by step.

The Holy Envoy held the treasure box, and did not look at Dillon at once, and walked out of the cave.

"Don't waste time. The martial arts competition of the Wulin League is about to end. We have to rush over and open the treasure chest with their essence and blood."

The two demon cultists agreed and accelerated the attack speed, and Dillon's pressure instantly doubled.

"Bang!"

Di Long accidentally got kicked in the back of his waist and staggered forward.

A demon cultivator waved the ghost-headed knife in his hand.

"Suffer to die!"

Di Long had a hideous face: "Even if I die, I will not die in your hands!"

He roared, jumped off the cliff.

Jin Wushuang felt that his whole body was so painful that he had disintegrated, his eyelids were heavy, and he was useless in time to open the power of Niu Erhu.

Turning his dull neck, Jin Wushuang found that he was lying on the edge of a pool.

She moved her numb limbs, climbed to the shore, and gasped for a moment.

Jin Wushuang recalled what happened before her coma and her current situation.

Under the cliff is an underground river, and Jin Wushuang survived falling into the water.

She was unconscious and was washed away by the underground river and washed out along the river.

A man was lying in the shallow not far away. Jin Wushuang walked over with a branch and found that it was Di Long.

Jin Wushuang pulled Dillon ashore and then gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

A saliva spit out of Dilong's mouth, and he opened his eyes.

When Dillon woke up, he asked: "Is this the underworld?"

"We are not dead."

Jin Wushuang sat on the ground, looking around, deep mountains and forests.

They don’t know where they are. They are now weak and if they can’t find food to replenish their energy, they will be eaten by wild animals soon.

Dillon climbed under a big tree and gasped for a while, recovering some energy.

"Not afraid, I have a first aid plan."

Di Long's treasure bag was not thrown away. He took out a pack of wax seals from it. After opening it, it turned out to be bamboo tubes as thick as fingers.

"This is a distress signal that we must bring when we go out at the college," Dillon explained.

He walked to an open place, raised the bamboo tube over his head, and pulled down the lead at the tail end.

Blue smoke rose, and a thundering sound, a projectile flew into the sky and exploded a gorgeous firework.

"Shell once every two hours. As long as the teacher and the others find out, they will definitely come to save us."

After the seventh root was played, the people from Shangwu Academy rushed over.

Seeing that Jin Wushuang and Di Long were not injured, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have those people from the Demon Cult caught?"

Jin Wushuang saw the teacher from Shangwu Academy and asked.

The teacher shook his head: "I'm late, they have left, and I don't know where to go."

"They went to the Martial Arts Alliance!" Di Long spoke on the side, and then told everyone what the Holy Envoy said intact.

"Use essence and blood to open the treasure chest?"

The teachers at Shangwu Academy suddenly felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Go out quickly, we want to pass this news to the people of the Wulin League!"

However, the current Wulin Alliance no longer cares about external threats because the head of the Jin family was killed.

The head of the Jin clan died in his granddaughter's room, and the murderer was the young master of the Huo family.

The Jin family and the Huo family were originally in disagreement, and now this incident has happened again, resulting in the temporary cancellation of the martial arts competition.

All the masters of the Jin family were dispatched to block the door of the Huo family and asked the murderer to kidnap Jin Xiaoyu.

The Huo family said you were slandering! Our Huo Young Master would not kill your patriarch.

We also want to ask you if you want people! Our Master Huo disappeared a few days ago. He must have been kidnapped by the vixen of your Jin family. Hurry up and handed over the person out, otherwise you will flatten your Jin family!

Both sides were angry and no one was willing to sit down and have a good talk. Soon, the confrontation changed from being a physical conflict, and a bloody incident was about to happen.

Liu Jianbin rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing that the situation was almost out of control, he was so anxious that he was anxious that he advised everyone to go back first and we will find out the matter clearly.

But no one listened to him now. The Jin family and the Huo family rushed together, tearing, swearing, tearing their mouths, and biting their ears, like a group of shrews fighting.

At this moment, an unparalleled pressure came from the top of his head, and the strong wind roared, making everyone tilted, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

Everyone calmed down.

The strong wind dissipated, and Bai Fengjiu stood on the wall with her hands behind her back.

Liu Jianbin was overjoyed. At the critical moment, Bai Fengjiu was still reliable.

"Give me three days, I will find out the murderer and bring you the young master of Huo and Jin Xiaoyu back!"

Everyone looked at Bai Fengjiu. This man was the one who fought against Dan Taizi and Wu Mengzhu alone. He was too strong than them, so no one was arrogant.
Chapter completed!