Time goes back to more than an hour ago.
Some elders couldn't bear the fatigue of traveling and traveling, so they went back to their rooms early to rest. More people choose to drink, have fun and brag. Chai Chao is a good hand at stirring up emotions, but he never joins in the fun. Yan Zheng who was brought out did not indulge in wine and sex, and left the lobby after a while.
The young teacher went up two floors and leaned against the railing, looking down at the Zongwu Mountain under the moonlight. Without calling the servant, he brought a bottle of wine from the lobby and drank it in silence.
There were two eyes hanging on Yan Zheng's head.
After Shi Jingzhi finished talking to Yin Ci, he immediately came out to follow the teacher. There are so many demons and ghosts in the Ling Cult that it’s hard to deal with them. It’s best to steal something like the Mist-avoiding Pill—not to mention giving it to your subordinates. Just in case, the Cult always has one on him. bottle.
We just need to choose a good time to steal it, and we don't even need to join the Jingling Cult. Right now is a perfect opportunity.
Shi Jingzhi rubbed his paws and mouthed: Who can steal it first
Yin Ci cast a sidelong glance at the man, feeling that Shi Zhang had developed an inexplicable gambling addiction. He didn't know what he wanted to win in this kind of rooster-crowding, dog-robbery thing: don't make trouble, get there early and leave early.
Below Yan Zheng is like a drinking puppet, drinking one glass at a time and drinking very regularly. Shi Jingzhi looked left and right, and just when he was about to make a move, a figure flashed out of the building and walked towards Yan Zheng.
That man was also wearing the robe of an elder. He had a small nose and small eyes, and his facial features were crowded and uncomfortable. ’s body is tall and strong, which makes his face look a little weird. The elder stopped in front of Yan Zheng and bowed politely: "Teach me."
Yan Zheng stopped pouring wine and rubbed his forehead: "Elder Baozu Bao."
"I'm a subordinate, I don't know how to teach...?"
"You just wanted to bring more of your men out of the building. Let me think about it... you said you wanted to attack various factions at night and hang a circle of heads on the mountain road?"
This sentence was neither salty nor light, and Elder Bao didn't even think about it. He said with a beaming smile: "Zongwu Mountain is originally the territory of our god's sect. Why don't we imitate other farmers and hang up more corpses to suppress the group of food-stealing birds! Now that we have a large number of people, we can kill each one. Want it."
"Well." Yan Zheng touched the wine cup with his fingertips, "But I'm here, the people sent from outside are rubbish, so there's no need to waste your energy. Elder Bao wants to rest first and have a good look at it tomorrow. Meat comes first.”
Bao Zu took a soft nail and blinked his small eyes: "Teacher, my subordinates are no better than those fake girls in Silk River. They are heroes who have eaten raw human flesh. They can finish the job in the middle of the night. Now. The first time I went into the mountains, I brought hundreds of good human skins. I will kill some fresh materials tonight and teach you how to make a human skin carriage—"
Yan Zheng half-opened his eyes, his expression dark and unclear: "I have some impression of the human-skin carriage."
"Yes! I have made several vehicles before, and this time I will give you the best one. Please give me your permission for tonight's matter."
Bao Zu showed a bit of joy - to teach such a noble person as to call him here, he must not just say a few considerate words.
Shafu is the territory of the Chigou Sect. Since Bao Zu became the elder of Shafu, he has accumulated a bad temper and specialized in robbing and killing caravans coming and going from Shafu. However, whether it is just robbery or killing, Elder Bao is a real talent in running evil things. The local government was severely oppressed, and many vicious bandits joined in. The Shafu branch was gaining momentum.
The northwest is stained with blood, and the yellow sand is stained with blood. Human skin flags are flying everywhere, and the vicious reputation of the Ling Sect is getting louder and louder. We have been working hard for a long time to see who is worthy of the position of the elder of the general altar.
The atmosphere in the church is now in a downturn, and Bao Zu has even thought a lot about ways to revitalize it. As long as there is a chance, will be able to show off his talents, and maybe can become the right-hand man of the young coach. In a few years, when that old guy Chai Chao dies...
Before Elder Bao could finish his sweet dream, a sudden coldness hit his neck.
Yan Zheng took action without knowing it. The soul-killing whip wrapped around Bao Zu's throat, and the bitterness of the curse instantly spread in the air. Yan Zheng held the whip with one hand, and his tone was still dead: "I want you to have a good rest, because you can't understand people... If you disobey the order of the teacher, you will be punished."
This hand is clean, beautiful and extremely precise. Before Bao Zu fell to the ground, he had already expired. Yan Zheng put away the mourning whip, stopped looking at the corpse on the ground, and continued to enjoy the scenery and drink.
The relief on Shi Jingzhi's face faded a little, and Yin Ci fell silent.
Things are a little weird.
The Shafu branch of the Ling Sect is well-known and has developed rapidly recently. Bao Zu is an evil talent that the Ling sect needs, and he should be rewarded no matter what. As a result, in less than half a cup of tea, Elder Bao failed to collect the reward, and his life was lost so unprepared. Even if the demons of the Ling Cult like to act recklessly, this young cultivator is a bit too wanton.
After finishing the glass of wine, Yan Zhenggui's eyes widened: "Stop it, come out."
Shi Jingzhi's breath faltered and he almost revealed his secret. Fortunately, Yin Ci covered his mouth and nose, and the two of them barely hid their whereabouts.
The next moment, a burst of footsteps sounded. Chai Chao flashed out from the stairs, carrying a half-dead servant in his hand. shook his head and sighed: "Master, I'm old. I'm just a loser. I can't even breathe."
Chai Chao threw his servant into a pool of Bao Zu's blood. The servant burst into tears and almost peed his pants. Yan Zheng was silent when he saw this, but his expression tightened slightly.
"Good disciple, why don't you explain it to your master carefully? If you don't want Elder Bao to go out, forget it. How can you send someone to notify Huo Changying to go out and wait?"
Shi Jingzhi's eyebrows twitched and he breathed into Yin Ci's palm.
Yan Zheng's expression remained unchanged: "These are some scandalous things, and they will offend Master's ears if they are told... Master wants to feel sorry for that Bao Zu, and I will apologize here. Who made the night so good tonight? This man is another one." The energy adds to the congestion and makes people upset.”
Chai Chao was not distracted from the topic: "Tell me about it, my teacher likes to do dirty things the most."
"There is no fighting in Zhulou. It is the rule of the Holy Cult. Elder Kong took a look at the skins of those two people and taught me how to do it conveniently. Master and Elder Kong don't get along. I'm afraid that if I refuse, I will cause trouble to Master again... No matter how hard it is, Huo Changying is not an important person."
Chai Xuan said with a faint smile, "Oh, it's really good to use Kong Duanxiu as a cover."
"Master, what do you mean?"
"Azheng, you killed people when you got up before, and I thought you were ignorant. This time you proposed to recall the elders from all over the place to help the master find a corpse. The master thought, the disciple has grown up... Why is he Yipin now? , and it tastes a little bit unpleasant? Otherwise, you said it’s a nice night, so I’ll go out for a walk with you and have a heart-to-heart talk.”
Yan Zheng's breath was finally confused for a moment, and he took a small step back: "Disciple... Disciple, go and prepare for a while. Master will wait here."
It's a pity, Yin Ci sighed in his heart. Yan Zheng is too young to be able to play with an old man like Chai Xuan. By now, let alone Chai Chao, the company has realized that this place is suspicious - no matter what Yan Zheng wants, something will definitely happen in Zhu Lou tonight, and there is not much time left.
Don't be in a hurry to avoid the mist. It's better to stay away from the place of right and wrong.
Yin Ci squeezed Shi Jingzhi's wrist to signal withdrawal. Shen Zhu was outside, but Su Si and Yan Qing didn't come back. We just need to leave here and stop the servants along the way.
But Shi Zhang obviously had other strange ideas.
He looked at Yan Zheng deeply for a while, then argued aggressively for a while, and then returned to Yan Zheng, as if weighing two fat fish about to be roasted. Finally, he turned to Yin Ci expectantly: Ah Ci, the situation in Lingjiao is a bit interesting. Why don't we rob people
Yin Ci: "..."
With his gleaming eyes, Guang Shizhang seemed to be talking not about kidnapping the Ling Cult, but "let's get some good food to eat."
… It’s really hard to say no.
Seeing that Yin Ci did not refuse immediately, Shi Jingzhi took action happily. jumped down from the upper level and grabbed Yan Zheng who was frozen by the railing. As soon as the two of them landed, Shi Jingzhi showed off his momentum without any scruples, and then ran away in a hurry.
Chai Chao was stunned for a moment by the momentum, and then became furious, intending to chase him with Qinggong. As a result, as soon as he bounced up, he was stopped in place by a very strange sword wind, unable to move even half a step forward.
The origin of the skill is unknown and the skill is extremely profound. Elder Chai stopped in surprise. In this short moment, the group of people in front of them sank into the night mist and almost disappeared without a trace.
If you don't have clear hands, you can't catch him. Chai Chao had no choice but to curse a few times and hurriedly left Zhu Lou.
Soon after, in the foggy mountains.
"You madman, are you going to kill half of the people in Zongwu Mountain?!"
The masked man glanced at Shen Zhu calmly: "Yue Shui Pavilion sometimes makes mistakes."
Yan Qing and Su Si did not dare to say anything. Shen Zhu and the Kushan sect had not been together for long, and they didn't know much about them. The two of them only knew that they were old acquaintances of Shi Jingzhi, and they stopped by to investigate some information - investigation, it didn't sound like there was any smell of gunpowder. What's more, Shen Zhu, with the reputation of being a disciple of Yueshui Pavilion, is just an outsider and will not be dragged down by the notoriety of the Kushan Sect. Along the way, Shen Zhu was really relaxed and acted like he had everything under control.
The more calm a person is on weekdays, the more terrifying it is when he suddenly explodes.
At the moment, Shen Zhu was breathing rapidly, staring at the man with his eyes, and the makeup on his face was stained with cold sweat: "You made the battle formation yourself, and you don't know the effect?"
"I don't know who you are from Yueshui Pavilion, but martial arts seems to be the strength of Mishan Sect. You don't specialize in martial arts, you only know a little bit about it, and don't make a fuss about it. I mean, you Want to use this lame excuse to stir up trouble?"
The masked man picked out his ears with his little finger and continued to complete the formation with his hands.
"This young man is not talented. He belongs to the Heavenly Department of Yueshui Pavilion. He just runs around here and there on weekdays. He really doesn't have a deep understanding of martial arts."
Shen Zhu paused every word and gritted his teeth.
"... But if your close relatives were killed in front of your eyes, would you remember the wrong way to kill them?"
The masked man paused for a moment and did not answer. There was a trace of inexplicable anger in his aura.
Shen Zhu laughed angrily. As soon as the sneer came out, his usual arrogance came out again: "I don't know where you got this thing from. Once it is successfully launched, let alone the Lingjiao... nearby The Taiheng and Chigou people, and even a few of us, will die in the battle. Fortunately, you are the boss, and you were sold to help count the money, and all your hard work was wasted. "
As he said this, his hands opened the acupuncture points at some point and secretly untied the rope between Su Si and Yan Qing. For a moment, the two people from the Lian Kushan faction didn't know that what Shen Zhu said was true, but they were bluffing with their superb acting skills.
After all, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci were teaching Zhu Lou in the mausoleum.
However, there are many fish and dragons on Zongwu Mountain, and Yueshui Pavilion's body can be forced to pretend, so that person will definitely not buy it immediately.
Sure enough, the masked man snorted: "Evidence?"
"You must brew ink with blood, add demon bone powder to draw the formation, and match one or two blood with three coins of bones. Before the formation is completed, you must sacrifice a hundred kilograms of fresh demon corpses, disembowel the body and stuff it with wooden talismans, and then bury it in the center of the formation. "Is there anything I said wrong? If you let me go, I can prove it."
The masked man pondered for a long time: "Little girl, you have some courage. Either way, I will give you a stick of incense. If you prove that there is something wrong with this, I will stop. If you can't prove it, I will beat your legs." Break, be the first to throw down the mountain."
Yan Qing's palms suddenly became sweaty. Shen Zhu spoke half truths and half lies, and he didn't look like a master of magic. How can the power of a large battle formation be tested with bare hands? He took a deep breath anxiously, then used his true energy to hit his acupuncture points, and quietly started struggling.
A few steps away, the masked man picked up a stone and broke the rope around Shen Zhu. carefully drag to the edge of the formation, and then use his hands to relieve the acupuncture points.
Unexpectedly, the moment the acupuncture points were first solved, Shen Zhu immediately picked up a bird whistle and blew a very thin whistle.
The night was dark and the whistle was not sharp enough. However, this whistle was not blown for people - several sparrows came out of the air, hit Yan Qing and Su Si's acupuncture points with all their strength, and then fell to the ground dizzily.
Yan Qing was originally impatient, but he solved the acupuncture points a little faster than Su Si. jumped out, grabbed Shen Zhu by the collar, and pulled away from the masked man. Su Si kicked up a stone with his toes and threw it towards the wound on the man's side.
Everything happened in an instant. Yan Qing's mind was buzzing and he almost went blank. He lifted the injured Shen Zhu onto his shoulders, determined to escape separately from Su Si. It's just that this person is really powerful, whether he can escape or not is a question...
"Miss Shen?"
Shen Zhu said he had no intention of escaping. He almost immediately broke away from Yan Qing's arm and half-knelt on the ground. I saw neatly pulling out the hairpin on his head and swiping it on the palm of his hand. Blood suddenly gushes out, dark as ink in the night.
Shen Zhu dipped his hairpin in blood, raised his hand and threw it into the formation. As soon as the hairpin fell to the ground, he turned from half-kneeling to kneeling on both knees and recited a congratulatory message in a low voice. The words of blessing were high-pitched and low-pitched, and the content was intermittent and incomprehensible. At first glance, it sounds like the ravings of a madman, which makes people feel chilly.
The hairpin was buried silently, and the sound of the congratulations was really not loud. The masked man just thought Shen Zhu was exhausted and didn't notice anything strange. Easily dodged Su Si's stone, and sighed to himself: " Haven't you learned enough lessons? You can't escape... Huh?"
Shen Zhu spit out the last syllable, and an extremely cold breath came out of his body. The runes in the formation glowed a lot brighter, their flickering was a little unstable, and they were not fully turned on.
Even so, Su Si jumped back a few steps on the spot, and his hair stood on end.
A cold feeling close to emptiness spread from the soles of his feet. Su Si was familiar with this feeling - he had felt a similar cold when he was seriously ill or had lost too much blood, as if "life" itself was passing away. The air around him seemed to be soaked in corpse oil, becoming smelly and sticky, making his chest hurt. Although the surroundings were empty, Su Si felt like he was in a crowded pile of dead people, like flying insects wrapped in resin.
In just a short moment, the fear of death surged through his heart and lungs, but he couldn't squeeze out any resistance.
The masked men were close to the center of the formation. None of them could stand still and knelt down on one knee. Yan Qing and Su Si escaped a short distance away, but just swayed in place.
"Run now!" Shen Zhu shouted.
Su Si, however, raised his eyes and held the carving knife tightly, his eyes a little more ferocious: "The night is long and the dream is many, the situation is not good, we might as well capture this person -"
There was a crack of the whip.
Compared with ordinary people, Su Si's murderous intention is much more sensitive. Almost instinctively, he ducked sideways and glanced at the direction of the attack with a pair of willow-leaf eyes. The tip of the whip was barbed, and it failed to hit it, leaving a charred pit on the ground.
A young man put away his whip and stood at the edge of the formation, his blood-red eyes flickering in the night. With the masked man behind his back, his eyes were locked on Su Si, showing an obvious protective posture.
Looking at the man's face, Su Si's scalp felt numb - the grudge between Lingjiao and Chi Gou seemed to be inevitable.
It was clearly Yan Zheng, the Ling Jiao sect, and they had met in the lobby not long ago. However, Yan Zheng's red coat was askew, and his long hair was a little loose, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.
Yan Zheng also frowned: "You were in the lobby just now..."
"How about it, am I right?" A smiling voice interrupted the two of them, and two figures followed Yan Zheng. "My men are all powerful. If the teacher doesn't bring us here, your friend will be in trouble."
Several members of the Kushan Sect breathed a sigh of relief.
Our palm and "elder brother" have arrived. Even though Shi Jingzhi was an incompetent boss, and Yin Ci was a ruthless boss, they still had some strength. The master and apprentice just stood not far away, which was enough to make people feel at ease.
Devil Yin didn't bother to comfort the people, so he walked straight past Yan Zheng and stopped in front of the masked man. The sword energy of the Hanging Shadow Sword swept across, and the fragile mask cracked into several pieces, revealing the face hidden behind it.
To be fair, the masked man looks pretty good.
Looking at his face, is indeed less than five years old. This person has a handsome face, a slightly thin face, and a somewhat melancholy look when he is not smiling. It's a pity that this man obviously doesn't take good care of his appearance. There is stubble on his chin, and his good heroic spirit has turned into decadence.
Yin Ci exclaimed, this man had extremely profound skills and was indeed not an unknown person. Su Si, who dislikes all kinds of feuds the most, probably recognizes this person. but…
"I asked you how to wear a mask." Shen Zhu licked the wound on his palm and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this Tai Heng's Yu Zi Kuan Yu Hero? You've been dead for five or six years. When did you fake your body? "