Chapter 372 The Four Evils of the Evil Supreme Sect!
A strange mountain.
The rock color is as red as cinnabar, with strange peaks and cliffs emerging one after another, making it extremely strange.
Halfway up the mountain, a temple is hidden.
A clear sound of flute came from the mountain.
The sound of the flute rises and falls slowly in the elegant atmosphere of nature's wind blowing the leaves, and there is no flaw in the connection between the sounds.
Although there is no strong change or sudden desire, there is still an atmosphere of entanglement until death.
The ethereal voiceless sound seems to be describing the endless beautiful space deep in a certain soul.
It is neither sad nor happy, but it can touch the emotions of the listener.
Like an insider, he stares at the lingering fate with the indifference of a bystander.
The sound of the flute converges.
There was a scream from the foot of the mountain, followed by another response.
The two roars before and after were full of the flavor of violence and killing.
Halfway up the mountain.
There is an octagonal pavilion.
Whoosh!
The sound of ragged clothes came from the mountain road.
One person has fallen into the pavilion.
Just listening to his quiet and long breathing, you can tell that this man is a master of martial arts both internally and externally.
This is a big man in a strong suit, with a huge iron hammer stuck on his back, a hooked nose and deep eyes, and he has an indescribable evil smell.
What's even weirder is that he actually wears a crown on his head that is only used by emperors and has a complete crown plate and crown.
"Ding Jiuchong! Are you finally willing to come out of your hole?"
A figure came with great speed and arrived outside the pavilion in a blink of an eye.
This man's appearance is even more unflattering than Ding Jiuchong in the pavilion. His face is as broad as a basin, his chin is hooked, his two thick lips protrude like bird pecks, and his two big eyes are like two will-o'-the-wisps!
His body was short and fat, but his hands were as thick as tree trunks. Although he was wearing a monk's robe, he did not have the worldliness of an outsider at all. He only looked like a murderous demon king.
"Hey hey hey!"
Ding Jiuchong laughed sadly and said slowly.
"I haven't seen Brother Zhou Laotan for twenty years. I didn't expect that you are still so angry. No wonder your "Red Palm" has never reached its peak. I heard that the bitch's daughter has obtained the true biography of her mother. I hope you don't
Drink hate inside Qiyun Temple!"
"drink!"
Zhou Lao sighed, raised his voice, and made a frog-like croak. He stepped forward with his left foot and thrust his right hand out of his sleeve.
Something terrible happened!
His already strong hand suddenly swelled to almost half its size, turned red in color, and struck the pavilion with a palm from the air.
The surrounding air seemed to be pulled away by a giant blood-red hand that expanded, and then turned into a billowing wave of smelly heat waves, rolling straight into the pavilion like an overwhelming mountain.
Ding Jiuzhong's expression changed and he quickly greeted him with a palm.
Bang!
The two palms meet.
Ding Jiuzhong snorted, while Zhou Laotan only swayed slightly.
"Hahaha! The majestic Emperor Ding Jiuzhong Ding, the master of the Imperial Valley, was reduced to the point where he almost squeezed out his balls with just a push from me!"
Zhou Laotan took back his bare hands with a stern smile.
But at this time.
The wind picked up quickly.
A huge iron mallet was struck out from the pavilion.
A simple and direct attack with one blow, but the technique is actually mysterious and varied.
Although Zhou Laotan said it lightly, his expression was extremely solemn when faced with Ding Jiuzhong's blow.
Two swollen red hands stretched out, turning into red palm prints filling the sky, and met the giant iron hammer.
Bang!
The strong energy clashed, causing the trees all around to shake and break, branches to break and leaves to fall.
Zhou Laotan stumbled to the left.
"How does the "Five Emperors' Law" newly created by me, Emperor Ding, taste?"
Ding Jiuzhong returned to the pavilion and said with a ferocious smile.
Before Zhou Laotan could speak, a burst of sweet laughter came from the mountain road.
"My brother, the Great Emperor, and my little brother, Lao Tan, have been doing it for twenty years, and they are still going to bite each other as soon as they meet. Aren't you afraid that giving me a gold ring will really twist your ears?"
The figure flashed.
A charming and beautiful girl in colorful clothes appeared next to Zhou Laotan, leaning towards him.
"If you want to find someone to be intimate with, look for your Emperor Ding!"
Zhou Laotan moved two feet sideways like he was avoiding snakes and scorpions.
"There's no need to introduce me to Brother Tan, I'll leave it to you!"
Ding Jiuchong smiled.
In an instant, he and Zhou Laotan seemed to have become old friends with a smile on their face again, without the slightest hint of gunpowder.
Jin Huanzhen stamped his feet and said angrily.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you push my 'beautiful lady' around. One day, I will make you kneel on the ground and lick my toes!"
She seems to be in her teens, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water. She is an out-and-out beauty, but if you look closely, you can spot the spiderweb-like crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
"They don't dare to ask for you! Just let me, 'reverse' Yu Niaojuan, take all the orders!"
The ever-shaking smile spreads from far to near.
His voice was originally rough, but he deliberately pretended to be sinister and soft.
When a person is galloping at full speed, if he raises his voice and speaks at the same time, he will naturally speak fast and hurriedly, and his words will be consistent.
This Youniao Juan is not only slow and slow, but also pretends to have a quiet voice, completely contrary to the natural rules, which shows that he has complete control over the release of energy and voice.
This alone undoubtedly exposed You Niaojuan's powerful strength.
Upon hearing this voice, Jin Huanzhen, Ding Jiuzhong and Zhou Laotan's expressions changed slightly.
Suddenly.
With the sound of fierce wind breaking, a figure appeared five feet high, descended straight down, and landed next to Jin Huanzhen.
There was no sound when he landed, as if his body was lighter than a feather.
‘Reverse action’ Youniao’s face was as tired as yellow wax, and he was so thin that he looked like he was about to die.
But he was extremely tall, even taller than the tall Jin Huanzhen next to him.
The Tsing Yi he wore was surprisingly wide, and it felt awkward because it didn't fit him.
Hanging on his back was a golden bronze figure with one horn, which seemed to weigh several hundred kilograms, but seemed as light as a hair on his body.
Jin Huanzhen moved a little warily.
"It's been twenty years! It's rare that our four major demon sects, the Retrograde Sect, the Valley of the Kings, the Red Hand Sect, and the Charming Sect, are reunited again. Stop talking nonsense, I belong to you! You guys like to fight over the evil emperor's relic.
, You will not interfere!" You Niaojuan said in his unique dark voice.
"You have a good plan!"
Ding Jiuzhong smiled coldly.
"You want us to fight to the death first, and then come out to take advantage. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"
"Ding Jiuchong!"
There was a cruel and ferocious light in You Niaojuan's eyes.
"You haven't woken up from the dream of the Evil Emperor yet? It seems like I need someone to wake you up personally!"
"You are wrong, You Niaojuan! Ding Jiuzhong was too sober to see through your ulterior motives! True girl, what do you say?" Zhou Laotan said.
"Of course my sister agrees with what little brother Zhou said!"
Jin Huanzhen said with a smile.
In an instant, the three of them united again to fight against the biggest demon, You Niaojuan.
You Niao was tired and said as if nothing had happened.