1167 Abandoned, cold-blooded and ruthless above Jiuhuangshu
Uncle Jiuhuang, Feng Qingchen and his party took Qu Xihua and walked towards the southwest. Not long after, they saw snake corpses and countless poisonous insects on the ground.
"This is no place for people to stay." Doudou trembled, looking disgusted, and almost threw Qu Xihua into the pile of corpses.
It’s not surprising that Doudou was so exaggerated. This pile of corpses was really disgusting. The black knight was too cruel and his actions had no sense of beauty at all. The rotten flesh and blood on the ground were more bloody than the murder scene.
Uncle Jiuhuang picked up Feng Qingchen from the waist, lifted her up gently, jumped over the pile of corpses, and took the lead to rush forward.
All the obstacles along the way were cleared by the black knight in advance. There were marks left by the black knight along the way. Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen only had to follow the marks.
There is no doubt about the power of the Black Cavalry. Doudou looked at Uncle Nine Emperors with envy.
It is really enviable to have such a powerful cavalry. If conditions permit, he would also want to...
Of course, Doudou could only think about it. He did not have the financial resources to support a team of thirty thousand people, nor did he have the patience to spend fifteen years training a single army.
Soon, Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen saw the entrance of a cave. They looked at each other and stepped in without hesitation.
"Another hole? How much do you love digging holes?" Doudou hummed dissatisfied and swung Qu Xihua around.
Qu Xihua's face was filled with resentment, her eyes were gleaming with viciousness, and the blood from the corner of her mouth was constantly flowing out.
"Are you being mean to me?" Doudou raised his eyebrows with a look of disdain.
Qu Xihua really couldn't understand this. He himself was poisoned, and his limbs and martial arts were disabled. If the Nine Emperors Uncle hadn't said that he couldn't die so quickly, Qu Xihua would have died long ago.
A dying man is still acting arrogant here. Doesn't he know how ridiculous he is?
Doudou had no sympathy for such people at all. After entering the cave, Doudou dragged Qu Xihua all the way, like dragging a dog to death.
There was a pool of blood left along the way. Although Qu Xihua was angry, she was unable to resist, and she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.
The cave is very big, just like a small village, with streets and houses standing side by side. It can be seen that the people of the Demon Cult put a lot of effort into building this shelter. Unfortunately...
The Demonic Cult is still not preserved in this place.
Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen walked all the way inside until they came to the main hall of the cave, and then they stopped.
"Master." When Hei Qi saw the Nine Emperors Uncle coming in, he stood up straight and saluted to the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"Yes." Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at the situation in the palace and nodded with satisfaction.
Inside the palace, the Black Cavalry has taken control, brought all the Demon Cult alive, and circled them in one place.
The people left in this cave are all old, weak, sick and disabled. Facing the powerful black knights, they have no courage to resist. In addition...
Zhezhe is here.
Even for Zhezhe, these people did not dare to resist.
At this time, Zhezhe was quite as imposing as a young master. He stood in front of everyone, his small body erect. When he saw Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen coming in, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.
Looking up, he saw Doudou dragging Qu Xihua in again. Zhezhe's pupils suddenly dilated, and then he calmed down. He stood there expressionlessly, but his small hands were clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best.
Generally patient.
The Nine Emperors Uncle had a panoramic view of Zhezhe's performance. He glanced at Zhezhe with admiration, then walked towards the main seat and sat down as if there was no one else around.
"Go over." Doudou threw Qu Xihua into the center as if throwing away garbage.
Qu Xihua fell down and lay motionless on the ground. Zhezhe tried his best to restrain himself and looked away, constantly reminding himself in his heart that he was the young master of the Holy Religion and he wanted to be a member of the Holy Religion.
Considering that there are only a few people left in the Holy Religion, he cannot let the entire Holy Religion be destroyed because of his father.
"Master Qu, you have a good son who is smarter than you." Uncle Nine Emperors' praise did not make Qu Xihua happy.
He was about to die, and the main force of the Demon Sect was wiped out by the Nine Emperors Uncle's black cavalry. No matter how good Zhezhe was, it would be useless.
Uncle Nine Emperors didn't care what Qu Xihua was thinking. He looked down at everyone and said to himself: "Master Qu, now that the matter has come to this, should we talk about where the people of the Demon Sect will go?"
"Ahhh..." Qu Xihua struggled on the ground, making a horrified sound, with anger and despair on her face.
Everyone in the Holy Land is in front of the Nine Emperors Uncle, and the Nine Emperors Uncle can kill these people just by raising his hand.
The people who were under the control of the Black Riding Circle also cried in despair. Most of them were old people and children. Uncle Nine Emperors was so hard-hearted that he was not moved at all. Feng Qingchen was a little weaker after all.
In other words, Feng Qingchen was cruel, but she could not be cruel to her children. Uncle Nine Emperors also found out, but the current situation did not allow him to be merciful.
Uncle Nine Emperors looked over Qu Xihua and looked at Zhezhe: "Since Master Qu has no way to talk to me, then, Master Zhezhe, are you qualified to represent the demon sect now?"
The Nine Emperors Uncle did not give Zhezhe a chance to refuse. If he said it, he would be suspected of bullying the children, but it would not give the Demon Cult a chance.
It is better to be willing to talk than to say nothing and directly order the destruction of the demon sect.
Zhezhe took a step forward and nodded heavily: "I can."
"Very good, then let's talk about it. How is this incident?" The Demon Cult planned the Nine Emperors Uncle first. The Nine Emperors Uncle would kill everyone in the Demon Cult today, and no outsider would say anything wrong about the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Zhezhe has always been a smart child. Although he is not as stable and mature as adults, he is much more transparent than his father and can bend and stretch.
Zhezhe didn't say a word in defense. He walked to the middle, knelt down in front of the Nine Emperors Uncle with a bang, and kowtowed to the Nine Emperors Uncle three times, until his forehead bled.
"Everything is my father's fault. I have offended Uncle Nine Emperors. If you want to kill or cut him into pieces, Uncle Nine Emperors, Qu Zhe will never say anything." He confessed on behalf of his father and killed his relatives out of justice. Whether it was true or false, Zhe Zhe's behavior was
It's hard for people to say a word about him.
"Young Master Qu is indeed young and extraordinary. His ruthlessness and ruthlessness are even worse than mine." The Nine Emperors Uncle said it was a compliment, but in fact it was a mockery.
What Zhezhe said was that it was all the Demon Sect's fault. No matter how Uncle Nine Emperors dealt with Qu Xihua, he and the Demon Sect would accept it and would not have any thoughts of revenge. If Uncle Nine Emperors wants to, he can take Qu Xihua at any time.
Flower, or the life of anyone in the Demon Cult.
Of course, this is because Zhezhe understands that neither he nor the Demon Sect has the ability to retaliate. If he wants to survive from the Nine Emperors Uncle, he must let the Nine Emperors Uncle vent his anger.
There is nothing wrong with this. As the young master of the Demon Sect, it is right for Zhezhe to do this. Sacrificing one person can give others in the Demon Sect a chance to survive. This is a good deal.
However, Zhezhe was only six years old, and the person he abandoned without hesitation was his father!
To be able to be so ruthless at such a young age is really hard to like.
Feng Qingchen sighed and sighed again. Zhezhe was indeed born cold-blooded. Although Qu Xihua did not live long, Zhezhe's attitude of giving up made Feng Qingchen feel sad.
Even if he could abandon his own father like this, how much emotion could he still have for others?
It's really scary to be so rational at such a young age.