Although the Ghost King Sect selected four new Taibaos, two of them were originally the hall masters, and they were long ago famous masters of the Ghost King Sect. The only real outsiders were Xu Yan and Yang Yi.

The destruction of the righteous sect once is not a big deal for the Ghost King Sect. The remnants of the Qingyun Pavilion and the Yujian Sect, which can only survive in Qi, are not the true strong men of the Ghost King Sect taking action. It is enough for the Eighteenth Grandpa to visit in person.

Yang Yi chopped off a lot of people, which was considered to have experienced a real battle between good and evil. Xu Yan always swayed around the battlefield, holding a knife and only knew how to gesture. No one saw him killing people. His clothes were still clean. Everyone surrounded the square to execute the remnants of the righteous, but he ran to the hall to listen to the monk chanting.

Zhuo Shaoyu had already told Xu Yan that the decisive faction this time was mainly to temper it, and he didn't even kill anyone, so he was still a training.

Seeing Xu Yan's figure, Zhuo Shaoyu immediately called the seventeenth brother closer and ordered: "The eighteenth brother has killed Yu Ruyi, the seventeenth brother, I will leave this to you in the Pavilion Master."

"Okay!"

Xu Yan imitated Yang Yi, holding a knife in both hands, looking eager to try, his expression still seemed very nervous and excited, and his little face turned red.

Xu Yan was indeed blushing, not because he was holding back, but because he was angry.

He likes to watch dramas, but he doesn't like to watch such vulgar dramas that are extremely despicable. Yu Cheng has been acting with Zhuo Shaoyu from the beginning.

Xu Yan did not kill anyone in the melee of Yulin Temple. So many masters from the Ghost King Sect came out, but he was still the only one of the Seventeenth Grandmasters? Anyway, Qingyun Pavilion and Yujian Sect are dead this time, so Xu Yan pretended to be on the battlefield and walked around randomly.

He saw Yang Yi fighting Yu Ruyi, and also saw many decent masters who were good at it, but were easily killed by the masters of the Ghost King Sect because they had no swords. Until finally, in an extremely remote and dark place, Xu Yan saw the Da Taibao who took action himself to fight against the Lord of Qingyun Pavilion.

It was such a big battle, and Xu Yan was nauseous.

The two of them relied on the darkness around them, and they were all slashing with each other and they all cut on the trees beside each other. Yu Cheng also screamed from time to time, making an invincible look. Finally, he threw the sword, punched himself twice, and slapped himself in a blue nose and swollen face. When he was tied up, he felt that it was not tied tight enough. He tried his best to tie two buttons, and then he became a prisoner with satisfaction.

A fake play that even a blind man could see, Xu Yan felt that his face was still too thin and his heart was not dark enough. He should learn from the Lord of Qingyun Pavilion.

The encirclement of the Ghost King Sect, the weapons of the righteous master disappeared, and there was only one inner ghost, that is, the head of Qingyun Pavilion Yu Cheng!

Others can't see the fake play in the dark, but Xu Yan's eyes can see it clearly.

He betrayed two or three thousand people at a time, and all of them are their own people. This kind of thinking cannot be described as vicious. Only villains who are extremely despicable will act to betray thousands of companions at once.

Just to live alone, regardless of the lives of thousands of people under your sect, it will make people feel heartbroken when thinking about it.

"George Master Yu, have you thought about it?" Zhuo Shaoyu waited for a moment, glanced at Yu Cheng, who was silent, and his smile gradually became colder: "Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness are hard to achieve both loyalty and righteousness. Since you want to be an unfilial person, don't blame me for being cruel to the Ghost King Sect. Eleventeen, let's do it!"

The final drama has ended. In the agreement between Zhuo Shaoyu and Yu Cheng, the word "filial piety" has become a powerful tool for Yu Cheng to rebel against the upright. As long as he believes that he joined the Ghost King Sect for the safety of his family, his reputation will not be too bad in the upright or evil sect.

Hesitation is just an illusion. When the butcher knife is about to come, Yu Chenghui shouts to stop. He is willing to join the Ghost King Sect in order to save his family.

The Ghost King Sect’s surrender is not just about moving his mouth. The benefits of a foundation-building pill are that it will kill thousands of people. Even if he kills tens of thousands of fellow disciples, he will probably not hesitate for a moment.

Waiting for the seventeenth wife beside her, Yu Cheng heard the silly questioning of the strange boy beside her: "Brother, I have never killed anyone. Is it the same as killing a pig?"

Xu Yan's problem once again made other Taishang laugh. Before Zhuo Shaoyu could speak, Yang Ge spoke first: "It's exactly the same. Lao Shiqi, remember that when you kill people in the future, just treat the other party as a pig, hahahaha!"

"Hehe, hehe, I understand!"

Xu Yan also smiled foolishly, and then swung the cold iron knife and was about to start.

"etc!"

When Yu Cheng heard the sword wind appear, he suddenly looked up, and didn't know how this person pretended. His eyes were covered with bloodshot. He shouted loudly: "The Da Taibao is right. Filial piety is the first priority! For the sake of the old father and weak son in the family, I am willing to join the Ghost King's Sect. I am not willing to die for my life. If I implicate my family again, I will be a son of Yu Chengcai..."

Click!!!

Gululu!

Just as Yu Cheng finished speaking, a blood thread splashed out from his neck, spurting out more than ten feet high. The head with a big mouth rolled directly into the hall, rolled past the old monk chanting scriptures, and rolled to the feet of the Buddha statue. It just stood up, with the regret and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was repenting at the Buddha.

Zhuo Shaoyu also opened his mouth. He was about to instruct Xu Yan to stop, but the word "stop" was already in his throat, but his seventeenth brother cut the knife faster than he said.

Not only Zhuo Shaoyu was stunned, but the second wife Yang Ge also opened his mouth and looked dumbfounded. He and Zhuo Shaoyu knew about this, but no one else knew about it.

Although many Taishang Insurance companies were not aware of the situation, they obviously intended to defect to the Ghost King Sect, including Yang Yi. Taishang Insurance companies were stunned by the scene in front of them, and stared at Xu Yan with their mouths open.

After raising the knife, Xu Yan scratched his head, looked at the headless corpse in front of him, and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Boring, boring.

There was a silence around, and the sound of swords falling to the ground appeared. Those masters of the Ghost King Sect who could not hold the swords were all stupid at this time. They had seen those who were stupid, but had never seen such fools. How could such fools become Taibao?

"Before killing pigs, pigs will scream, and you can't listen. If you hear too much, you will have nightmares at night, hehe."

Xu Yanhan smiled and said, "It's still the second brother who is right. It's much easier to slaughter him as a pig than to be a slaughter. At least I won't have nightmares!"

Yang Ge pinched his temples, and he felt his brain began to hurt.

There was a gloomy flash in Zhuo Shaoyu's eyes, but the next moment he smiled again and said, "Well, I'll die if I die. My Ghost King Sect is not short of a master of the three innate meridians. This time, not only did the Eleventh of the Eleventh of the Year has made a name for himself, but the Eleventh of the Year will also become famous. The Lord of the Qingyun Pavilion and the Lord of the Yujian Sect die at the hands of you two. With this experience, you will be confident in your future encountering a strong enemy."

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Shaoyu suppressed his irritability and waved his hand: "Go down the mountain!"

After a good plan, he was ruined by a fool. How could Zhuo Shaoyu not be angry? He had no choice but to let this good show be ruined by himself?

It’s not good to call anyone, I have to call Lao Shiqi of Quegenxian. If you want to blame him, Zhuo Shaoyu can only blame him for his own owe to him.
Chapter completed!