Yin Kong and Facan took the order and left. Lewen Novels |

Zhuque beside him hugged his shoulders, leaned against the wall, and said lightly: "Yinkong is a member of the White Lotus Sect..."

Master Wanxing said in a deep voice: "Isn't this just right? Once the Holy Gate completes its great cause and competes with the Holy Gate for the world, aren't these cults that will be our next target for attack? With him as an insider, we can better understand the enemy."

"Oh, can you trust?"

"What I believe is people's ambition and greed." Master Wanxing said in a deep voice: "Yin Kong was chased by someone back then, and surrendering to the White Lotus Sect was just a temporary measure, in order to save his life. Continuing to cooperate later was just to stand out. But compared with the benefits obtained by surrendering to the Holy Sect, the White Lotus Sect seems a bit too pediatric. Good birds choose trees to live on, which is correct."

"It's right." Zhuque's evil smile appeared again, "It seems that Master is also a smart person. Before joining the Holy Sect, I think he had carefully calculated the gains and losses..."

"Of course." Mr. Wanxing looked at Zhuque in surprise and said, "What? Does the Holy Sect likes people like me?"

"How could it be? The Holy Lord likes to have ambition the most. Some people join our Holy Sect. If a person doesn't even have the most basic one, how can this person be trusted?" Zhuque said lightly: "But the same meaning... I hope the master will also consider it more."

“What to consider?”

Zhuque tidied up his collar and said, "According to the rules of the Holy Sect, if you reward merits in the future, there is a great chance that the north of the Dahe River will become the vassal of the Di tribe's royal court to reward Emperor Qinghua's achievements. At that time, will your Dahe River Eighteen Water Village win the south to the holy lord or Emperor Qinghua go north to the north? I hope you can think about it in advance..."

Master Wanxing stared at Zhuque with wide eyes, "You mean..."

"I don't mean anything, and I haven't said anything..." Zhuque took two steps forward. He pointed at the heart of Master Wanxing with his hand, and smiled evilly: "Master is a smart person. All these things are in Master's heart. You can think about it yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and said at the same time: "Yin Kong and Facan are not Ye Qingxuan's opponents. But when Ye Qingxuan arrived here, he thought that Emperor Gou Chen had also come close. The Holy Lord ordered the pursuit of Ye Qingxuan, and Emperor Gou Chen was the person who acted. With his help, you can win, so I won't stay here for too long."

call--

A flash of fire and the Vermilion Bird disappeared.

The scene was immediately left alone with Master Wanxing standing there...

"I didn't expect that there was a phenomenon of fighting each other inside the Demon Sect, which is so interesting..."

"You can't see such a stupid question?"

A cold and hard voice suddenly came from under the tower. He said loudly: "Where there are interests, there will be battles. Although Luo Podi's martial arts are extraordinary, Emperor Qinghua is not a vegetarian food. Not only does he have the support of Nalan Chengji, but he also has hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry in Beidi. Even if he obeys Luo Podi on the surface, he must not be careful of the opponent's killing of the donkey!"

A very rhythmic clatter came from his ears. After a while, a strange blind man leaning on a seven-foot-long bamboo pole and extremely cold aura slowly walked up, with a gray-white robe. His gray-white skin, his gray-white eyes, and his gray-white breath...

It's like a soul-catching messenger in the depths of Jiuyou. There is no trace of human aura on his body.

The Lord of Blood Evil, the "Ghost Sword" Yan Wuchang.

Master Wanxing slowly turned around and saw the visitor, he couldn't help but smile and said, "I didn't expect you to come in person this time..."

Yan Wuchang snorted coldly in disgust and said, "What can I do from the order of the Pavilion Master?" He wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "Zu Bird, the little family quill who cherishes feathers, has a smell like a woman... Are you sure this time? You know, two disciples have lost contact in the Demon Sect before..."

Master Wanxing said easily: "This is not as much as before. The strength of the Demon Sect is seriously damaged. When I defect to the Demon Sect at this time, Luo Podi will never kill people because of simple doubts. What's more, Lian Zhen Tianjun, who is good at "yin needle to control gods" in the Demon Sect, has been killed by Zhan Yu, and I have received special training in the spiritual and extraordinary techniques. The "soul control" of the Seven Killing Tianjun is not sure to be my opponent."

"Okay, I believe you can succeed... As long as we hear the whereabouts of that thing and we hold it in our hands, we can control the Demon Sect in one fell swoop and make the Demon Sect our subordinate!"

Master Wanxing's eyes emitted dazzling light and said excitedly: "Don't worry, I will definitely live up to the high expectations of the Pavilion Master, and I will definitely find the whereabouts of the 'Tianba Demon Corpse'!"

Yan Wuchang and Master Wanxing smiled sinisterly at the same time, and were very happy.

At this moment, Yan Wuchang suddenly showed a wicked smile, and the seven-foot bamboo pole in his hand suddenly stopped, and with a clang, the amazingly sharp long sword was taken out of the sheath. Wan Xingren was shocked. Yan Wuchang had already integrated his sword and rushed out suddenly. A sword was shining with a light sound. The seven-foot long sword pierced the thick wall on one side of the pagoda. At the same time, a muffled groan came, and then the sound of his clothes breaking through the air instantly left, with a speed that was beyond ordinary people.

Master Wanxing's eyes were wide open, and he suddenly looked out of the window. He saw a black figure staggering down to the roof of the hall in front of him, and several people were rising and falling straight towards Ye Qingxuan and others.

"No, we're heard about it!"

Master Wanxing regretted it too much, and unexpectedly, someone could not find him at such a close distance.

A clattering sound slowly walked down the dense eaves tower, and Yan Wuchang's voice came, "Don't worry, although this kid has good light skills, his life is not long. I can still walk to my brother alive, so he is worthy of being the disciple of the 'Stolen Saint'."

"He is Meng Yuanyun? Ye Qingxuan's brother?" Master Wan Xing was even more surprised.

Yan Wuchang had disappeared from sight, but his cold sneer still came clearly, "That's right, that's right. If he hadn't been too shocked when he heard the 'Tianba Demon Corpse' and his heartbeat was accelerating, even I wouldn't have noticed his presence... Hehehe, it's a pity, it's a pity... Such a hero, he's going to die at a young age... Hehehehe... This is your opportunity. Don't let them escape while they have serious injuries on their side..."

Amid the chilling sneer, Yan Wuchang disappeared without a trace.

"kill--"

The monk was like a flower and the man was like a crazy man. He slapped the Zen stick in his hand horizontally and vertically. The fake monks around him cut down pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

roar!

With a sound, the sound waves visible to the naked eye quickly rippled, and more than a hundred gangsters suddenly stood still, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died on the spot.

In the same situation, Ye Qingxuan and Nie Xingxie shone out thousands of sword lights in their hands. Any enemy who was two feet away from each other was covered in blood and died.

Before the enemy's masters appeared, Ye Qingxuan and Nie Xingxie naturally would not let go and kill like Ruhua.

"A bunch of waste, get out of here!"

With a loud shout, Monk Yinkong flew into the air...

"Get out!"

Another thin monk wearing a scarlet robe rushed over from the other side.

"The master finally shows up!"

The surname Nie Xie sneered and rushed towards the thin monk first.

Ye Qingxuan was about to deal with Yin Kong, but Ruhua shouted loudly next to him, "This thief is mine!"

The Great Zen Staff almost swung Ye Qingxuan, blocking his rush, and laughed and approached Yin Kong...

"This stuff!"

Ye Qingxuan cursed angrily, and had to turn away the densely packed enemy ordinary players around him, and eliminate the threats around Nie Xingxie and Ruhua.

Dangdangdang...

After more than ten consecutive strikes, the sword in Nie Xingxie's hand was blocked by the skinny monk on the opposite side with his hands.

The skinny monk laughed sinisterly, his hands stacked up and down, and a metallic luster flashed...

Nie Xingxie narrowed his eyes and said, "Huh? From Dachan Temple, you are Facan? Good Kung Fu!"

Fa Can laughed a few times, bowed with one hand, and said proudly: "The donor has good eyesight, it is my monk. Don't worry, don't you, on the road to the underworld, I promise you will never be alone!"

Nie Xingxie smiled faintly, and did not show off his verbal skills. He directly rushed straight to the opponent's right eye. The sword light reached a foot in front of the opponent. Fa Can shouted loudly, put his palms together and directly attacked the sword.

Nie Xingxie shook his wrist, and the moment before the opponent's palms were closed, the sword sharply deflected downward and headed straight for his heart.

Facan took a step towards the left front, turned his palms outward, pressed down with one palm, and resisted the sword's edge, and turned his other hand into a knife, slashing Nie Xingxie's throat horizontally...

One of them is an unparalleled killer and swordsman in the world, and the other is a master trained in the ancient temple of Mingsha. Both of them have unique skills. Although Facan is not famous, his methods are absolutely brilliant. No wonder Dachan Temple has been pursuing it for many years, but it has not been successful. Even masters like Miaoxiu Monk were sent out.

Almost as soon as they breathed, the two sides had already fought more than ten moves, and the battle was in full swing for a while.

On the other hand, the battle between the two great monks Ruhua and Yin Kong can only be described as bursting.

Because this was the second time the two of them fought, and they were very familiar with each other, so they abandoned any temptation as soon as they came up and fought with their proud body protection skills. For a moment, the two of them were like monks ringing the bell. You knocked, and I knocked, and there was a loud noise.

when!

With the advantage of the Jiulong Tin Staff, Yin Kong bent the steel large Zen staff in Ruhua's hand with one stick. The Jiulong Tin Staff kept rushing directly on Ruhua's top door.

For a moment, golden flowers splattered everywhere, and the magical skill of protecting the body and protecting the master, shaking Yin Kong's Nine Dragon Tin Staff several feet high and low, almost flying away with his hands.

Monk Ruhua cursed angrily: "The thief is good at weapons!"

At this time, Monk Yinkong stepped back and rushed forward like a flower, and smashed his head with a large Zen stick bent in an arc in his hand. Yinkong hurriedly raised his stick to block...

when!

Another roar...

The large Zen staff that had already been bent in Ruhua's hand suddenly bent several times again, and the entire Zen staff turned into a "7" shape, like a double nunst, making it easier to slap the end of the shovel directly backwards on Yin Kong's vest! (To be continued. (.))
Chapter completed!