Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-Three: The Court of Accountability
Fang Luo looked back, who was it if it wasn't Gu Wuque?
To be honest, this was the first time he met Gu Wuque since he became an inner disciple of the Nine-Nine Supreme Sect. He didn't even know the news about Yang Qi and Liu Xiaoran.
Fang Luo couldn't help but laugh: "Fat Guy Gu."
Gu Wuque laughed loudly: "I finally met you. I knew you were in Cuiyun Mountain for a long time, but I never had time to visit you. I just returned to the mountain this time and was about to go, but I didn't expect that I would bump into you.
, I’m so glad, haha, I’ll call Yang Qi and Liu Xiaoran now to have a meal.”
Fang Luodao: "Don't worry, which mountain's inner disciple are you now?"
Gu Wuque said: "Lingyun Mountain."
Fang Luo's eyes lit up and he said, "Are you familiar with my fellow sect of Lingyun Mountain?"
Gu Wuque said: "I'm familiar with you, very familiar! There's no one on the mountain that I don't know."
Speaking of this, Gu Wuque looked at Fang Luo with a strange look and said, "Are you going to inquire about someone? Just ask me. Tell me, who are you looking for?"
Fang Luodao: "In that case, are you familiar with Zi Ling on Lingyun Mountain, Senior Sister Zi?"
Gu Wuque was stunned and said: "Zi Ling? Let me think about it!"
Gu Wuque frowned fiercely. After thinking for a long time, he looked at Fang Luo and said, "We don't have Zi Ling in Lingyun Mountain?"
Fang Luo said: "This is impossible. She told me clearly that day that she was Ziling from Lingyun Mountain."
Gu Wuque's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh? She, who is she? Boss Fang, you are not honest at all. When did you hook up with other girls?"
Fang Luodao: "You are overthinking. It's like this. A few days ago, I was doing a mission outside and Senior Sister Ziling rescued me."
Gu Wuque still didn't believe it.
Fang Luo didn't want to explain anymore. Sometimes, the more he tried to explain, the more unclear he became.
I can only sigh and say: "But I still have to trouble you. After all, Ziling World saved me, and I still want to reward her in person. So, I want you to help me find out which mountain she is a disciple of."
Gu Wuque said: "Don't worry."
He hooked Fang Luo's shoulders and said, "Okay, now let's go find Yang Qi and Liu Xiaoran. To be honest, we haven't seen each other for a few days since we joined the Nine-Nine Supreme Sect. It's time to get together."
Just in time!
There was a thunderous roar in the distant sky.
"Fang Luo!"
Fang Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Fang Luo is here."
Immediately afterwards, two rays of light fell from the sky, but two youths at the peak of the Martial Emperor level, wearing black and red robes, filled with a chilling and cold atmosphere, appeared in front of Fang Luo.
Gu Wuque glanced at the token with the word "Xing" hanging on their waists.
He couldn't help but lost his voice and said: "A disciple of the Punishment Hall?"
The young man, who had a flawless front and a scar on his face, looked very ferocious. He looked proud and sneered: "Yes, we are disciples of the punishment hall, and the disciples of the sect's punishment hall, not the inner sect."
A disciple of Xiaoxingtang!"
The sect's execution hall and the small execution halls in various mountains are completely different concepts.
Even with his identity as Gu Wuque, his face couldn't help but turn pale. His eyes fell on Fang Luo and said: "Boss Fang, what did you do to alert the disciples of the sect's punishment hall?"
Fang Luo had some surprises in his heart.
I originally thought that it would take a few days before the Ling family's back-up plan would be activated, but I didn't expect that within a few hours, the punishment hall disciples would arrive.
Things are gradually getting interesting.
Fang Luodao: "I can't believe you guys came so quickly."
The young man with a scar on his face said: "I can only say that you did something you shouldn't have done. Hehe, there are some things you can't do. Once you do it, you can't go back. Come with us!"
Walked towards Fang Luo.
Gu Wuque was very loyal. He swayed and stopped in front of Fang Luo, saying, "Senior brother, I don't dare to ask, what did Fang Luo do?"
The scarred young man said: "He killed Ling Yunhe! Killing his fellow disciples is a heinous crime! Why, you still want to help him out? I advise you, you should stay as far away from this kind of thing as you can't provoke it."
A violent wave of air rushed out from all over his body.
Gu Wuque felt a huge pressure rushing towards his face.
Fang Luo sighed, grabbed Gu Wuque's back collar, pulled Gu Wuque over, swayed, and said: "Brother, this matter has nothing to do with him. Please don't embarrass him. Otherwise, he will be tortured by you."
Don't worry, I'll go with you."
Gu Wuque said: "Fang Luo, don't be willful. When you get to the sect's punishment hall, even if you are not guilty, you will have to shed a layer of your skin!"
Fang Luo said: "I am upright and not afraid of slanting shadows."
When he said this, another young man couldn't help but sneer: "This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. Stop dawdling and come with us."
Together with the scarred youth, they trapped Fang Luo in a small space.
Fang Luo didn't resist.
Then, following these two people, they turned into a ray of light and headed straight for a mountain peak not far away.
Gu Wuque did not follow in a hurry, but gritted his teeth and headed towards the mountain peak on the other side. That was the area where their ancestors of the Gu family were. Fang Luo was arrested and sent to the execution hall, and his ancestors had to come forward.
Only then can things be suppressed.
Deep in the eyes that were originally very calm.
There was a violent coercion, and he sneered: "Ling Yunhe, you guy, you can't live even if you die!"
Not long after.
Fang Luo had already appeared in front of a bloody hall.
There is a plaque hanging on the top of the main hall, which reads: Slay the devil with blood!
This is the Zongmen execution hall.
An extremely heavy breath, before it even got close, was already crushing me.
Fang Luo couldn't help but admire in his heart: It is indeed the Xingtang in charge of the punishment law, how amazing it is!
The two young men each bowed towards the execution hall and said in unison: "Fang Luo has been brought here."
In the Blood Hall, the blood-colored door that was originally closed suddenly opened while buzzing and trembling, and a blood-colored air wave emanated from inside.
Then an extremely cold voice suddenly shook: "Since the person has been brought here, let's bring him in."
They both agreed in unison.
They all looked at Fang Luo coldly and said, "Go in."
The two of them walked inside first.
Fang Luo looked calm and walked inside.
When he stepped inside the main hall, the originally dim main hall suddenly erupted with a pillar of fire, and for a moment, the main hall was illuminated brightly.
Fang Luo saw it at a glance.
An old man in blood robes sits on a blood-colored throne in front of the hall.
The old man's eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, motionless. If it weren't for the faint ray of life on his body, he could almost be regarded as a dead person.
Under the bloody throne, there is a table.
Behind the banquet sat a middle-aged man in blood robe. What was different from the old man in blood robe was that his aura was extremely ferocious, like a ferocious blood-colored demon eagle, constantly turning around his body, a wave of
An extremely manic smell emanated from his body.
Bloodthirsty and cold.
The two young men did not even look at the blood-robed old man with his eyes closed on the blood-red throne. They bowed directly to the blood-robed middle-aged man again and said in unison: "Deputy Hall Master!"
This person is clearly the deputy head of the execution hall.
Seeing this, Fang Luo understood. Although he was not very clear about some of the internal affairs of the sect, he still had some understanding of the affairs of the Xingtang. The master of the Xingtang had been in retreat all year round, and he was in the Xingtang.
He was retreating in the main hall, and that person was undoubtedly the old man in blood robe.
In the eyes of the punishment hall disciples and the sect disciples.
The leader of the torture hall, who has been doing this for more than ten years without moving once, is a living dead.
It can be completely ignored.
So these two people directly asked the middle-aged man in blood robe for instructions, ignoring the old man in blood robe above them.
The middle-aged man in blood robe said calmly: "You guys, please stand to the side."
The two of them hesitated for a moment and stood aside. But now, there were many black-robed disciples standing beside them. The auras of these people were very deep.
Those with the same cultivation level as these two people accounted for the majority.
There are still a few people who have already broken through the Martial Emperor and reached the realm of Martial Lord.
In front of these people, there are several cases, and several people are sitting one after another. These people, like the middle-aged people in blood robes, are all dressed in blood robes. Their energy and blood are very strong, Fang Luoneng
I sensed an aura from their bodies that was not weaker than Wei Shanhe's.
They should be the execution hall, deacons and the like.
Just when Fang Luo's mind was spinning.
Snap!
The gavel in the palm of the blood-robed middle-aged man fell heavily on the table.
An extremely exciting sound erupted from the gavel, and combined with the strange atmosphere in the hall, turned into an extremely manic atmosphere and suppressed it towards Fang Luo.
boom!
Fang Luo felt as if there was a big hand above his head, suppressing him.
At this moment, his knees suddenly bent.
Fang Luo had a clear conscience, so naturally he would not kneel down. Once he knelt down, it would be tantamount to admitting guilt.
Even though the air wave that burst out from the hall was extremely fierce, Fang Luo still endured it. Click, his back suddenly straightened, and Fang Luo's bent knees straightened up.
A scornful aura erupted from his body.
His eyes fell on the middle-aged man in blood robe, and he smiled faintly.
The middle-aged man in blood-robed frowned. You know, in the past, as long as this slap was taken, the disciples would not only be frightened to death, but would at least be shocked to the ground and surrender. But now, Fang
Luo could actually stand upright, which in his opinion was simply incredible.
At this time, the middle-aged man in blood robe shouted loudly: "My disciples, you still haven't confessed your sin!"
Snap!
The gavel was photographed again, and the violent air waves, even more ferocious, erupted from his gavel.
The rolling sound was like a heavy punch, hitting Fang Luo in the face.
This impact has already reached the power of the Martial Emperor's eighth or ninth level, and is extremely violent.
Since Fang Luo withstood the scare in the first round, he naturally had to withstand the second round and stamped his feet hard on the ground.
The fierce force of his feet stuck him to the ground.
At the same time, an aura of reluctance to admit defeat burst out from his body, and the cultivation of the fourth level of the Martial Emperor, no longer hidden, burst out directly.
Staring at the middle-aged man in blood robe, he said loudly: "My disciple is not guilty, why should I plead guilty?"
The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the hall. Even the other people in the hall didn't have the slightest favorable impression of Fang Luo, and they couldn't help but admire Fang Luo's toughness at this moment.
You know, there are not many ordinary disciples who can withstand the second round of the gavel.
This is a talented person, but it is a pity that he offended people he shouldn't have offended.
Everyone couldn't help but shook their heads.
In the Nine-Nine Supreme Sect, although there is no one who can speak out, some powerful forces, as long as they grasp a little bit of truth, can crush and kill a disciple who has no support at all.
"Bold!" The eyes of the middle-aged man in blood-robed eyes suddenly widened.
Fang Luo was defying his authority.
I think he was in the torture hall and had a great reputation, but now he can't suppress a small inner disciple who is at the fourth level of the Martial Emperor. If this matter spreads out, where will he lose his face!
At this time.
The scarlet inside the eyes of the middle-aged man in blood robe became even stronger, and the third blow of the gavel fell suddenly.
These were the three shocking moments that the sect’s punishment hall faced the inner disciples.
If you can hold the first beat, it means you have some strength. If you can hold the second beat, it means you are not weak! But if you want to hold the third beat, you can only have the strength of the Peak Martial Emperor!