Chapter 193
"senior!"
Li Huan lowered his head as if he was worshiping a god.
Yan Bing, Hu Yu, and Yao Yuanjie also trembled under Long Xiaoshan's calm gaze, and quickly bowed and shouted: "Senior."
People are still the same person.
But it was already different in their hearts.
Although Long Xiaoshan still looks ordinary and looks much younger than them.
Yet everyone was in awe.
The Hidden Sect never judges heroes based on their age. Strength is the foundation. Even if a junior in the same sect becomes a master, he will immediately be honored as an ancestor and become the supreme elder of the sect.
Besides, who knows Long Xiaoshan’s true age
It is not difficult for people in the hidden door to change their appearance.
They had already guessed all the top ten great masters on the Dragon List, and no one dared to ask. Since Long Xiaoshan came here in disguise, it meant that he didn't want anyone to know his identity. So who among them would dare to risk this big master? avoid.
Saw Zhao Xiaoqiao standing next to Long Xiaoshan.
A trace of emotion and jealousy surged in Yan Bing's heart.
I thought that Zhao Xiaoqiao was blind and found a coward. Who knew that he was the one who was blind? Zhao Xiaoqiao actually climbed up to such a powerful person. Although the top ten great masters on the dragon list are as young as fifty or sixty years old. But if one could reach such great power, I'm afraid 99.9% of the women in the world would flock to him, and even she would not be an exception.
Long Xiaoshan was about to speak.
Suddenly, his expression changed and he turned around sharply.
The blood in the blood pool was boiling and bubbling.
Could it be that the veteran of the Black Scale Sect could still move? The golden light in Long Xiaoshan's eyes danced, and he discovered that the blood pool could not even be penetrated by his eyes.
Wow!
Wow!
The blood was rumbling, and the water surface seemed to be continuously lowering.
After a few minutes, all the blood in the blood pool disappeared. Everyone saw that at the bottom of the huge blood pool were countless white bones, layer upon layer, which was shocking.
Seeing those bones, everyone's expressions changed.
How many people will die
Zhao Xiaoqiao covered her mouth and her eyes turned red. She saw that among the white bones, some had very small skeletons, which were obviously those of young children. Others had a small skeleton in the abdomen, which was obviously that of a pregnant woman.
Even Li Huan and others who were accustomed to life and death could not help but tremble and get angry at this time.
"I'm afraid these are the missing villagers of Qingye Village. I think there are more than one. There are at least a thousand bones here. The Black Scale Sect is really damned for doing such an inhumane thing."
Killings are common in the Hidden Gate.
But it was basically a fight between warriors.
There is a boundary between the Hidden Sect and the secular world, and the existence of the Dragon Group is also to prevent people in the Hidden Sect from breaking this boundary, that is, people in the Hidden Sect cannot attack ordinary people.
Of course, this kind of commandment cannot completely prevent people in the hidden sect from killing ordinary people.
After all, ordinary people are too fragile to those in the Hidden Sect.
So generally not many people die and the impact is not big.
The most the Dragon Team could do was give a warning.
But such large-scale massacres and annihilation of human nature are something the Dragon Group cannot tolerate. It is something that no country can tolerate. It is the final bottom line. No matter what the origin, the Dragon Group will pursue it to the end.
Long Xiaoshan's face darkened, it seemed that he was too gentle with the old man.
If he had known that the Black Scale Sect was so insane, he should have made a trip to Zhongzhou long ago.
In the center of the countless white bones, there is a black coffin. Judging from the shape of the coffin, he must have been a big man during his lifetime, because this coffin is obviously much larger than ordinary coffins. The shape is complicated and gorgeous, and I don’t know how much labor was consumed. .
Long Xiaoshan's eyes narrowed violently.
This huge coffin is actually made of soul-nurturing wood.
Who has such a terrifying handiwork
Although soul-nurturing wood cannot be said to be rare, it is absolutely precious. The same weight is much more expensive than gold. Even the hidden sect cannot obtain so many soul-nurturing trees.
Apart from anything else, the value of this coffin is beyond measure.
What kind of big shot is he willing to use such a priceless coffin? Moreover, although the soul-nurturing wood is expensive, it is of no use to the dead. It is better to get a gold coffin or a crystal coffin that is more gorgeous and shows his identity.
Suddenly, a pale head emerged from one end of the coffin.
Everyone's scalps exploded.
After all, a white head emerging from a black coffin is really scary.
Immediately, everyone saw that the head was none other than the old man from the Black Scale Sect who was knocked out of the pool of blood by Long Xiaoshan. At this time, his withered and thin body was lying on the side of the coffin. There was a big hole in his body, and gray fluid was still flowing. Liquid—the blood flowing in his body was actually not red.
The veteran of the Black Scale Sect was obviously dying.
After all, the Black Nightmare Knife is an ancient magic weapon.
The old Taoist raised his head and looked at the people standing by the blood pool with great hatred, especially Long Xiaoshan. The hatred in his eyes seemed to be splashing out, and he cursed: "You will not die well, you will all die, the devil has awakened, hell When we come to earth, everyone will die..."
puff!
A flying knife stabbed Lao Dao directly between the eyebrows.
Li Huan said coldly: "You dare to speak nonsense even when you are about to die. Your Black Scale Sect will be punished by the Dragon Group."
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The old Taoist was penetrated between his eyebrows by a flying knife, but he did not die. Instead, he smiled more evilly and resentfully, like an evil ghost crawling out of the Nine Netherworld. He suddenly opened his hands and roared: "Kasanula, Mowara..."
The old Taoist's mouth roared with inexplicable and strange syllables. These syllables sounded meaningless, and they sounded like evil spirits singing in the underworld...
Accompanied by his roar.
The ground shook violently.
At the bottom of the blood pool, many twisted and ugly black lines lit up, like the tentacles of countless devils, and all the lines rushed towards the black coffin.
Black lights also lit up on the black coffin, and a large amount of black energy seeped out of the coffin.
"Resuscitate, Lord Guiming..."
"Resuscitate, my master..."
…
"What's going on?" Everyone looked at the vision in front of them and felt an inexplicable chill, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Li Huan even fired several flying knives.
All of them were inserted into the fatal parts of the Black Scale Sect Master, but the Black Scale Sect Master seemed to have lost consciousness. When the flying knife was inserted, it was as if it was inserted into the wood, and the roar continued.
Only Long Xiaoshan stared at the coffin with cold eyes.
Click!
There was a soft sound, and the coffin lid seemed to tremble.
Click, click, click!
Immediately afterwards, the lid of the coffin slowly moved downwards. I don't know how long it took, but everyone felt as if it was as long as a century.
Bang!
The lid of the coffin fell completely, and a white hand grasped the edge of the coffin and slowly propped up his body.
I finally found the time to finish writing three chapters today. .
(End of chapter)