"Thank you Yan... for your appreciation." Lin Su didn't know how to address Mr. Yan for a while, so he could only call him "sir" in the same way as he called Chen Shouli. The six gates are the mechanism of the imperial court. In terms of superiority and inferiority, calling him "sir" is not too much.
"Boy is interesting."
A cold light entered his eyes, and Lin Su reminded loudly, "There is a beheading silver line 30 feet ahead."
When everyone heard about the beheading silver cord, they didn't dare to be careless. This cunning device was originally used in war, and was often called a horse tripping rope. After many changes, it changed from a thick straw rope like a thumb to a hair-like silver thread.
, so sharp that if a galloping person fails to notice it, his head will fall to the ground on his neck.
Qiu Zichun and Yu Zichong looked serious, and twelve sword qi came out in unison, cleanly and neatly. The beheading silver thread was like a kite breaking its string, it had lost its tightness, and was no different from ordinary silk thread.
Beside the stream at the entrance of the cave, the beautiful woman with a charming appearance paused, glanced back, showing surprise, licked her thin lips that were slightly dark purple like ripe cherries, "I'm catching up.
.”
The man shrouded in a black robe hoarsely asked: "How many people did your decapitation silver line kill?"
The beautiful woman replied nonchalantly: "I didn't kill any of them."
The man in black robe asked sharply: "Is this the killing formation you are proud of?"
The beautiful woman stretched lazily and cast a flirtatious look, "There is a little guy with good senses who is causing trouble."
"I only look at the results." The man in black robe said calmly.
Obviously, the beautiful woman's answer did not satisfy the man in black robe.
"The beheading silver line array has no effect in an open place. This place is completely visible. Even if I want to delay, I can't do it." The beautiful woman's aggrieved look has a unique flavor, and the autumn water ripples, which is confusing to the soul.
The man in black robe scanned the crowd and said, "The followers of the Six Gates will be chasing after them soon. Someone will always sacrifice to stop them. The great cause of the Underworld Demon Sect cannot be exposed under my hands. You can choose for yourself."
The great cause of the Underworld Demon Sect is built on human lives. The purpose of the black-robed men is to let some or all of them use their lives to resist the pursuit of the Six Gates. For most people in the Demonic Path, human lives are humble, except for
You and others are expendable.
This is the way of magic.
Among the demons, a haggard old man chuckled. The drooping folds on his face could trap a fly. He hunched his back, stroked his silver beard and said: "The six gates are chasing so fast. They are all my incompetent disciples."
He has laid the foundation for this disaster, and it is just right for him to stop the pursuers. I am afraid that his strength will not be enough, so the envoy needs to send more people."
The devil has no feelings, he is a master and a disciple, and they are just tools for mutual use. A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist, this is a famous aphorism that remains unchanged through the ages.
Ke Yuntian felt like he was dead. The person who spoke was the master who taught him the martial arts of the Demon Sect and the murderous acupuncture technique. The always kind master was now pulling out all the fuel from the cauldron, and he was shocked to death.
"Teacher, Master..."
The man in black robe said calmly: "You, the master and the disciple, will resolve this matter. Anyone who joins the Demon Sect must have the consciousness to die for the sect. You are the bones of the Huangquan Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect will achieve great success."
, I will never forget your bone-cutting spirit."
At this time, everyone shouted: "Best greetings, Your Majesty the Envoy."
Smiling on the face, MMP in the heart.
Humerus, humerus, your uncle, remember yourself when you run for your life. When you die, you will remember that we are from the same clan as you. Calling you a messenger is to give the clan leader face. Do you think that you are fat if you have two ounces of meat?
As soon as the envoy left, the black widow-like brocade embroiderer twisted and walked towards the other direction of the mountain. The old man asked sternly and gloomily: "Embroiderer, you ignored the order of the envoy. You can't bear the blame."
The brocade embroidery lady waved her hand without looking back, "The sky is high and birds can fly. The Huangquan Demon Sect doesn't take us seriously, so why should I sacrifice my life for righteousness? Besides, the righteousness in the Demon Sect is cheap, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and empty words are just empty words.
It’s just paper.”
The old man said in a deep voice: "The rules of the Underworld Demon Sect have always been strict. The punishment for traitors is worse than death. Are you tired of living for betraying the Demon Sect?"
Everyone who had just thought about the imminent disaster felt as if they were falling into an ice cave. However, Brocade Embroidery Lady didn't care at all, "Betrayal? You have never joined the Underworld Demon Sect, so how can you talk about betrayal?"
"The little girl was being hunted by the Righteous Dao in Chizhou. She heard that the Huangquan Demon Sect was plotting a big thing and only joined in halfway. Unexpectedly, she only joined for a few days, but she actually asked me to take care of the overall situation and die. Haha, the little girl is not stupid, so I won't accompany you.
Go to hell."
The old man's eyes suddenly shot out a trace of murderous aura, "Ms. Brocade Xiu, once you join the Demon Sect, you will be a Demon for life. Now that you have joined the Huangquan Demon Sect, any sacrifices will be made. If you are unwilling to sacrifice, I will have to accuse you of leaking the secrets of the Demon Sect."
Take you down."
The brocade embroiderer covered her mouth and smiled brightly, "Old ghost, you should think about how to deal with the six doors. The little girl is not favored by the Underworld Demon Sect, so I won't accompany you."
The old man gritted his teeth with murderous intent, snorted at the retreating figure of the brocade embroiderer, took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his chest, and said with a sinister tone: "Bubi Luo Huangquan Formation."
"Meet the enemy!"
Old Ghost Yan roared and waved a sword as tall as a man to face him. The other Xuan-level agents snorted coldly, grabbing a few powerful demons and entangling them so that they had no time to care about anything else.
At this moment, Shopkeeper Tang's momentum reached its peak. Lin Su, Gao Huang and others were stunned. Damn, this shameless old man who is usually not very serious turns out to be a master...
"So strong!" Lin Su said secretly. Shopkeeper Tang's momentum stood out from the crowd, and he was the best. No one on the field could match him, not even Qiu Zichun, the top player on the Tiger List.
Shopkeeper Tang widened his eyes angrily, stared at the old man of the Underworld Demon Sect and roared, "Official Shang Mo, I have been hunting you for thirty years and there has been no news. It turns out that you, the bastard who killed your master, insulted your mother, and massacred the sect, secretly joined the Underworld Demon."
Zong, the sky has eyes, I, Tang Sheng, will finally avenge my sect."
Guan Shang Mo narrowed his eyes and didn't remember who Tang Sheng was.
Tang Sheng punched him in the air, and the fiery fist intention grazed Guan Shangmo's earlobe and fell behind him. He paused briefly for a breath. The wetland where the fist intention fell exploded shockingly, and a three-foot-deep dark pit was filled with boiling water.
temperature.
Touching the blackened earlobe, Guan Shangmo crushed it coldly, and the burnt part occupied half of the ear, "Explosive Flame Divine Fist, who are you, Tang Renyi?"
Tang Sheng's bloodshot eyes were very scary, as if his eyes were popping out at any moment. His jawbones trembled, and his dry throat popped out word by word: "Father, Tang Renyi, the master of Siyue Zongyan Hall."
Guan Shang Mo grinned grimly, "Junior, I was shocked. I thought that there were a few remnants of the killings back then. Haha, Tang Sheng, the Siyue Sect has been wiped out long ago. My uncle was so soft-hearted that he didn't kill more juniors.
, why did you come to die?"
Tang Sheng said: "The hatred for killing one's father must be sworn in, and the hatred for destroying one's clan must be paid with blood."
Official Mo smiled and said: "You are as stubborn as your father. No wonder I chopped off his fingers one by one and he refused to hand over the secret book of Explosive Flame Divine Fist."
Tang Sheng's eyes were about to burst, and he used the Explosive Flame Divine Fist like crazy. With that punch, the land three feet square exploded into a hornet's nest. Guan Shangmo looked calm and calm, and evaded without haste.
The burning fist intention.
Chapter completed!