On the warship, Liu Boqing was wearing a coat, accompanied by an officer, looking in the direction of the Holy Cult.
"It's already started." Liu Boqing held a red wine glass in his hand, which was filled with red wine.
He raised his hand and said in the direction of the Holy Cult: "I have maintained the demonic path for many years, but in the end I was surrounded and killed by the demonic people."
He drank the red wine in one gulp: "First glass, I wish you to protect the devil for many years, but my progress in eradicating the devil has been so slow over the years."
The officer on the side quickly gave him more wine.
"Second cup, here's to your unparalleled righteousness. When it comes to this, I don't believe you can't guess that it's Uncle He who's doing the trick, but you don't want to kill him. It's a pity. Those who want to achieve great things must suppress their emotions and desires.
Otherwise it will inevitably fail.”
"Such a friendship has allowed the Holy Religion to remain standing for many years. I really admire it."
"The third cup..." Liu Boqing paused: "I won!"
After that, drink the last glass of wine.
The wine glass was also smashed to the ground by Liu Boqing.
The officer on the side looked at Liu Boqing's eyes, and two lines of tears actually flowed out.
"Director," the officer said hurriedly.
"It's okay." Liu Boqing waved his hand and said, "A generation of heroes has died. I just feel sorry for him."
…
On the Holy Island Square.
At this time, more than half of the thousands of demon sect members were dead or injured.
The situation of the Holy Lord is not good either.
His body was covered in blood and he was dying, but he still stood upright.
His eyes were like fire, and he stood there, no one dared to come close.
Everyone knows that the last fight of a dying person is the most brutal.
Moreover, the old Holy Master had left more than half of the thousands of people present on the field dead or injured, which had completely shocked them.
Situ Jinzhen came to the front and looked at the dying old Holy Master: "Old Holy Master, a dying man can still be so brave. I'm afraid you are unparalleled in the world."
The old Holy Master showed disdain in his eyes: "Where's Uncle He? Let him come out."
Uncle He slowly walked out of the crowd: "Have you guessed it was me?"
Just now, when the old Holy Lord refused to allow him to send someone to escort Xiang Zhu, Uncle He had guessed that the Old Holy Lord knew everything.
The old Holy Master nodded slowly: "Such a big thing happened on this Holy Island, but no one came to help. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who has such ability."
Uncle He clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Since you know it's me, why did you let me go when I was by your side before?"
"I'm tired." The old Holy Master took a deep breath: "When did we meet?"
"At that time, we were both so poor that we could hardly afford to eat. I gave you a piece of the meal, and that's how we got to know each other, right?" The old Holy Lord said: "How many years ago, when we were building the foundation of this holy religion, those old brothers
, how many lives were lost.”
"Now, you are the only old brother left. I don't have much life left, and I don't want to do anything like killing my brothers anymore."
"Holy, Holy Lord." Uncle He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I still betrayed your trust."
"When I asked Mr. Liu to tell fortunes, he said that there is a wolf around me." The Holy Master looked into Uncle He's eyes: "I understand that this wolf should be you, but I can't be cruel."
"I." Uncle He wanted to say something else.
"Haha!" The old Holy Lord burst out laughing: "I was a hero all my life. I didn't expect that in the end, I spent countless efforts for the devil's way. I didn't expect that when I died in the end, so many people came to see me off!"
"But how could I die in the hands of my enemies!"
After the Holy Lord finished speaking, he pulled out a knife from the corpse on the ground.
He wiped it towards his neck with his backhand.
A squeaking sound.
The Holy Lord's body, holding his own head, did not fall down.
Situ Jinzhen and the others took a deep breath.
No one thought that even if the Holy Lord died, he would die in such a heroic manner.
No matter who it is, everyone admires the old Holy Master at this time.
The demon monk Fan Jie did not participate in the action of besieging and killing the old Holy Lord. After seeing it from a distance, he just put his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha!"
…
Lin Xiaofeng, Xiang Zhu, Zhenfeng, Huang Fatty, and Lin Chen were walking quickly in the woods.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaofeng and the others had planned their escape route in advance and had people prepare a speedboat there.
Suddenly, Xiang Zhu's cell phone rang.
She picked up the phone and answered it.
Suddenly, her cell phone fell to the ground.
Xiang Zhu was stunned on the spot.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaofeng looked over.
"He, Uncle He rebelled." Xiang Zhu's eyes turned red: "My father died in the war."
Xiang Zhu's mood was close to collapse at this time.
Uncle He was the one who watched her grow up, and the relationship they had over the years was, in a sense, even deeper than that between her and the Holy Lord.
After all, the Holy Lord is very busy on weekdays, and Uncle He used to take her everywhere.
Unexpectedly, it was Uncle He who rebelled and forced his father to death.
How to make this acceptable to her?
"Uncle He." Lin Xiaofeng was also a little unbelievable. He sighed and said: "Uncle He seems to have secretly controlled these people in the Holy Religion. Don't think so much. Leave the Holy Island quickly. As long as nothing happens to us, there will always be a chance.
revenge."
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Suddenly, dozens of people dressed in black emerged from both sides of the forest, and each of them had a pistol in his hand.
Due to the sudden change, Lin Xiaofeng and the others were directly surrounded.
Lin Xiaofeng stood in front of Xiang Zhu and looked at the people around him: "What are you doing?"
The purple-haired young man walked out of the crowd.
"Lin Xiaofeng, the number one person of the younger generation?" The purple-haired young man had a smile on his face and touched the earrings on his ears: "This is the first time we meet, let me introduce myself. My name is He Jinfeng, and I am the grandson of Uncle He.
"
Uncle He's grandson?
Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu looked at each other.
Uncle He has always been single and has no wife, let alone any children. Now a grandson suddenly appears?
However, Uncle He actually rebelled. I am afraid there are many things they don't know about secretly.
He Jinfeng looked at Lin Xiaofeng with his eyes, and his heart was filled with hatred.
He is also extremely good. He thinks that he is much better than Lin Xiaofeng, but Lin Xiaofeng is famous all over the world, but what about himself?
Just because he was Uncle He's grandson, Uncle He asked him to be patient.
After so many years, it has remained unknown until now.
Lin Xiaofeng drew out his two swords: "The only way is to kill them."
"You can't escape." He Jinfeng shook his head slightly: "If Xiang Zhu still has that ring, maybe no one can stop you, but these dozens of people are all the best masters of the Holy Cult."
"Do you think you can escape?" He Jinfeng said with a smile: "In this way, I will compete with you. If you win, I will never stop you and let you leave."
"But if you lose." He Jinfeng's face turned cold: "I will also let you go, but there is one condition. I will abolish your Taoist magic."