A strange-looking white-haired old woman suddenly appeared on the scene. All the Shaolin masters present were suffocated by it. Qiu Wen cried out: "Master!"
The old woman's crutches tapped the ground, and she walked tremblingly in front of the red-painted coffin, and then she stopped. Her eyes were shining brightly, and she swept the scene. Everyone who came into contact with this gaze couldn't help but shudder. Cold-weather stocks took off for the first time.
This old woman was the weirdo who begged Yu Wenlie to use the Shura magic power to break into the cave in the ancient mass grave outside Nanchang City.
Patriarch Kongkong had a look of horror on his face, and his lips kept trembling, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.
No one knows where this ghost-like old woman came from.
Master Wugu, the leader of Shaolin, Heshi asked: "Who is the master of the donor?"
The old woman rolled her eyes strangely, and her voice was even worse than a ghost's cry: "As the head of the various sects, the abbot of Shaolin is so ignorant and ignorant, look at me!" The figure swayed and returned to the original position, as if he had no knowledge at all. As if it had never moved.
"Wow! Wow! Wow." After three shrill screams, three of the Luohan Hall disciples who were originally preparing to appear suddenly jumped two feet high and fell to the ground, expiring. A rain of blood fell on them all day long. He looked like he was dead, with three holes in his forehead. All the Shaolin disciples were shocked and shocked.
Master Wugou blurted out: "Three stars are transferred, gods are afraid, the donor is a ghost?"
"Hehe, I guess you have some knowledge!"
The word "ghost" shocked everyone present to death. A century ago, three ancient and ancient figures appeared in the martial arts world, the Evil Dao, the Ghost Woman, and the Immortal Immortal. They were collectively known as One Good and Two Evil. They had not appeared in the world for decades. It was generally rumored that the three evil karma had materialized. Unexpectedly, One of the two evil spirits, the hag, will appear in Shaolin. It seems that this bloody disaster is irreversible.
Master Wugou stayed there, speechless for a long time. The bloody shadow of terror shrouded the hearts of every monk.
The ghost woman's eyes were blazing green, making people dare not look directly at her. She turned sideways and said to the masked guest in green: "Who are you?"
The masked man in green subconsciously took a step back and said unnaturally: "I'm going to punish you!"
"What's the connection with Shaolin?"
"It's out of the question!"
"Why do you have to sacrifice your life for Shaolin?"
"Do what you have to do!"
"You're looking for death!" Shengluo shouted, and everyone was dazzled. "Chi!" followed by an exclamation, the heart-killer suddenly dodged ten feet away. One of his left sleeves was torn off at the shoulder level, leaving five strips on his arm. Blood tank.
The ghost woman laughed strangely and said: "Sure enough, you can escape from my grasp with two strikes. I will spare your life, but get out!"
The heart-killing man's whole body was trembling and trembling, but he stood still.
The ghost woman snorted angrily and struck with a fierce palm.
The heart-killing person crumbles and raises his palm to seal it. "Boom!" However, amid the loud earthquake, his energy was completely gone. Heart-killer staggered, and with his mask fluttering, he shot out a stream of blood arrows. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The three remaining Shaolin elders cried out in grief and threw themselves out.
"Wow!" The miserable screams started again, and the figure of the three elders flew back upside down. Blood was like a fountain, and the red rain fell all day long. The body fell to the ground, and there were three more bloody holes on each person's forehead.
The five elders of Shaolin are considered to be special masters in the temple. It is really shocking that the three elders can't get out of the way together. This is probably the first time since the establishment of the Shaolin Temple. A wailing sound erupted in the Western Zhou Dynasty, full of grief, anger and excitement.
Master Wugou turned around sharply and bowed to the main hall. He said sadly: "This disciple is unworthy. He is not good enough to withstand insults and defeat the enemy. The ancestor is here to learn from you."
After praying, he turned around and strode towards the center of the field with a look of awe on his face.
The abbot of Damo Yuan cried out sadly: "Master, no!" He stood up and blocked the way. The heads of the various halls and the guardians all rushed to the field in unison. It seemed that everyone had a broken heart and was ready to sacrifice their lives for the sect. This was something they knew they couldn't do.
The ghost woman laughed evilly and said to Qiu Wen: "Wen'er, the time has come, let's do it!"
Qiu Wen responded, her pink cheeks suddenly covered with terrifying murderous intent, and she moved her delicate body forward. The scene was extremely tense as the girl in black, Qiu Wen, moved around.
Seeing a bloody massacre about to take place in this holy land of martial arts. This is not only an unprecedented shame for Shaolin, the leader in martial arts, but also symbolizes the decline of various martial arts sects in modern times.
At this moment, a Sanskrit chant came out leisurely, like a sudden breeze on a scorching summer day, which cast a layer of peace over the scene full of violence and killing, and the atmosphere changed accordingly.
Qiu Wen unexpectedly stopped bullying her, and her murderous intention disappeared.
The Shaolin disciples of the Western Zhou Dynasty all bowed their heads and joined together.
The abbots and disciples protecting the Dharma in each courtyard retreated to both sides and bowed their heads solemnly.
Master Wugou turned around to hold the post and said sincerely: "Wugou, the disciple of the 18th generation master, respectfully welcomes the ancestor Buddha!"
The ugly hag's face also showed a look of confusion.
A skinny old monk, with lowered eyebrows and closed eyes, and a solemn appearance, appeared on the steps in front of the Main Hall. His withered lips moved for a while, and he uttered a series of slow and peaceful voices: "Except Wu Gu, all All disciples of this sect must step aside!”
Amidst the deafening sound of the Buddha's trumpet, Shaolin disciples exited like a tide. All gone in an instant. In the field, only Master Wugou, Master Gu and his disciples, one coffin and eight corpses were left.
Patriarch Kongkong and Zhu Xinrenji quietly left the Shaolin Temple when the Shaolin disciples retreated.
The ghost woman suddenly laughed strangely and said, "Pu Jing, are you not dead yet?"
"My Buddha is merciful, but what does the donor want to do?"
"Pu Jing, Hui Wu was killed, was it your order?"
"Yes!"
This is your Shaolin family matter. I don't care about it. Huiwu's wife Du Guanyin and Tang Qi died in one body and two lives. It was also your order! "
Master Pujing's whole body trembled, a look of pain appeared on his thin face, and he said in a deep voice: "Donor, are you willing to listen to me explain the reason?"
The ghost woman said gloomily: "Speak!"
"Fifteen years ago, when I was leaving seclusion, Huiguo, the nephew of the head master, reported that Hui, a disciple of Puhua Master who was traveling abroad, realized that the six roots were impure and violated the great precepts of the sect. Immediately, I ordered Huijue to hold the green jade I went to deal with it, but Hui Wu dared to resist the order. It was Hui Jue who planted this evil cause..."
Qiu Wen attaches great importance to murder.
The ghost woman sneered and said, "Then you admit that you gave the order to kill someone!"
"I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"Speak quickly!"
"Huijue attacked Huiwu to enforce the sect's precepts..."
"I only ask about one corpse and two lives!"
"Was that manslaughter?"
"That's right, when Hui Jue and Hui Wu were fighting fiercely, Poison Guanyin Tang Qi suddenly intervened, causing Hui Jue to fail to stop and hurt her!"
"Tang Qiye is pregnant, one body and two lives, you said it so easily!"
The look of pain on Master Pujing's face became even worse, and he said in a dull voice: "The evil disciple Hui Dang returned to the mountain after his work, and reported everything that happened. He felt deeply guilty and regretted. He spent five years in self-imposed confinement, and finally cut off his heart. To atone for one's sins..."
Qiu Wen suddenly cried out in sorrow: "The blood debt caused by the tragic death of my parents can be resolved with just a few words?"
Master Pujing recited the Buddha's name and said: "Huijue blamed himself and died to atone for his sins. Today, nine of our disciples are lying on the corpses. Isn't this blood?"
"It's not enough, I want to pay back ten times!"
"Donors should keep Tianxin in mind..."
"The little girl is not here to listen to Zen!"
"Please listen to what Lao Na has to say. The most important thing in Buddhism is cause and effect. When looking at the root cause, Lao Na cannot escape the blame. I am willing to put an end to this cause and effect with my own life. What do you think of Shi?"
The ghost woman rolled her eyes and said: "Pu Jing, what a great idea, you know this girl can't do anything to you, I tell you, I will never stay out of it!"
"Amitabha, I have already been ordained a long time ago. Even if I take action, I will not fight back!" As he said this, he slowly walked into the courtyard and sat down on the spot, closing his eyes and saying nothing.
Master Wugou said sadly: "Master, my disciple is unworthy of me, please take my own life!"
"Wugou, I want you to stay here because of your status, so don't say anything!"
"Master..."
"Stand aside!"
Master Wugou was so excited that he was trembling all over, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he bowed his head and took three steps back.
The scene was shrouded in mist and sorrow, and the only remaining eminent monk in Shaolin was about to commit suicide.
The ghost woman stared at Master Pujing for a moment, then turned to Qiu Wei and said, "Wen'er, start!"
Qiu Wen gritted her teeth and walked towards Master Pujing.
The leader, Master Wugou, suddenly stood in front of Master Pujing and said sternly: "Donor Qiu, I am here to settle this cause and effect!"
Master Pujing opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Wugu, you dare to disobey me?"
"Disciples don't dare!"
"Retreat like this and tell the disciples of this sect that this public case will be over for today and that they are not allowed to seek revenge in the future?"
"Disciple, please take my place on my behalf?"
"no!"
"If the master insists on this, the disciple will be the leader and have no shame in dealing with the ancestors and disciples of all generations. Please allow the disciple to follow the ancestor..."
"Wugou, the previous leader Hui Guo died in the city. This is a misfortune for our sect and is also caused by my serious sins. You do not want to revitalize the sect and behave like this, which is really unwise. I order you to retreat! "
The muscles on Master Wugou's face twitched, tears flashed in his eyes, and he slowly moved away.
Qiu Wen moved her body to where Master Pujing could reach, and slowly raised her slender palms. For the sake of blood revenge, she did not hesitate to chop this eminent monk who died for the cause. Master Wugou clasped his hands together and knelt down in the direction of the Main Hall.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout and a warning came: "Stop!" The voice came, and a figure rushed over and landed in the center of the courtyard.
The person who came was a strange man with a purple scarf and a purple gown. He was none other than Yu Wenlie who had come to attend the martial arts conference.
Qiu Wen unexpectedly closed her hands and took a step back.
Master Pujing and Master Wugou stared in shock at the same time.
The ghost woman's eyes widened and she said in a ferocious voice: "Someone come and sign up!"
"Ghost Eater"
At this time, everyone present had the same question. No one had ever heard of this person.
"Do you know who I am?"
"A hag, one of two evils and one good, not bad, right?"
"That's right!" The ghost woman was shocked. This unknown masked man, knowing her origins, dared to show up in Cross Branch. It was really surprising. The word "ghost woman" could not have been used sixty years ago. It is said that it can cover half of the sky, and no one will be afraid of being famous.
"Are you brave?"
"Easy to say!"
"Why show up?"
"Prepare to be a peacemaker!"
"peacemaker?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"What's so funny?"
"You really don't know how high the sky is. You are worthy of saying such things in front of me. If it were fifty years ago, you would have been dead. If you are ignorant and hurt yourself, go away!"
Yu Wenlie said coldly: "Regarding your age, I respect you as a senior, and you should not speak too arrogantly!"
The ghost woman snorted sadly and said: "My dear fellow, have you ever heard of the saying 'Three stars are at home, but the gods are afraid'?"
Qiu Wen, a woman in black, suddenly moved her body and bullied Yu Wenlie. She said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency, are you looking for death?"
"Not seen!"
"Then give it a try!" He waved his hand and drew a palm. Not only was this palm faster than lightning, it was also shockingly weird.
Yu Wenlie jumped back three feet at a faster speed and said, "I don't want to fight!"
Qiu Wen's move failed, she was shocked and angry, and she said in a loud voice: "But girl, I want you to die!" She stepped forward and received another palm. Yu Wenlie did not dodge or avoid, but instead moved forward to meet him. There was a loud "bang" sound, a palm hit the chest, and both parties took a step back.
Master Wugou's expression changed.
Qiu Wen felt a chill in her heart. She never imagined that the other party could withstand her palm that could break gold and crack stones.
The arrogant ghost woman couldn't help but be moved by this. With this move, it was enough to prove that "this horse has a lot of potential".
Zi Wenlie relied on the Nine Ninja Magic Skills and the Shura Magic Skills to protect his body and received the opponent's blow forcefully. He was also secretly shocked by the opponent's internal strength.
The ghost woman snorted angrily and said: "What a young man, how dare you show off in front of me, you are dead!" As she spoke, her body moved forward...
Master Pujing was a generation-high hatred, and of course he did not want others to bleed for Shaolin, so he shouted in a solemn voice: "Donor, please wait!"
The ghost woman glared and said, "Pu Jing, you have to slow down a step!"
"I don't want others to bleed because of this case!"
"It's not up to you!"
Master Wugou said in a shuddering voice: "The donor is going too far!"
The hag paused and held the crutch in her hand. Said: "There is no room for you to live here!"
As the head of a sect, Wu Gu could not bear these extremely insulting words. Even his face turned green with rage. He chanted the Buddha's name and was bullied out...
Master Pujing stood up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Wugu, don't move rashly!"
At the same time, the ghost woman raised her palm and waved it diagonally towards Master Wugou.
"Old senior has gone too far!" As he spoke, Yu Wenlie raised his palms and slammed into him.
"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, the energy surged into a vortex. Zi Wen was so violent that his body shook.
However, Master Wugou was so shocked that he took three steps back due to the collision between the two waves of powerful energy.
The ghost woman stood upside down with white hair, her eyes were full of green light, and her face was full of ferocious color. She looked like an evil ghost who wanted to choose people to devour, and she was doomed to Yu Wenlie at a glance.
Yu Wenlie was confident and said coldly: "Old senior, Master Pujing is an eminent monk who is more than a hundred years old. Did he really die tragically at the hands of his disciple?"
"fart……"
"At the same time, the person involved in this public case, Master Huijue, took the blame and committed suicide. Today, the corpses of five elders and three monks are lying. Isn't it worth a poisonous Guanyin Tang Qi?"
"Have you said enough?"
"Just a few words..."
"Do you know how you're going to die?"
"How do seniors deal with juniors?"
The ghost woman grinned and said, "I'm going to tear you apart piece by piece!" She was so cruel and vicious that it was so cruel that it made people feel horrified to hear it.
The claws, like bird claws, slowly raised...
Yuwen Lie trembled and said: "Wait a minute and do it!"
"What, are you still afraid of death?"
"It's not necessary to be afraid of death, but I have to settle some old debts with the seniors first!"
"I owe you something, what do I owe you?"
"promise!"
"promise?"
"good!"
"What do you think?"
Yu Wenlie used the method of transmitting sound into the secret: "Junior Yu Wenlie, not long ago in the ancient tomb of the mass grave, used Shura magic to help the senior to open blocked meridian points. The junior had no intention of asking for favors, but since he was I promise to allow the junior to make any request in exchange. I will make the request now and hope that this incident can be overturned!"
The ghost woman said in shock: "You...you are..."
Yu Zhanglie said calmly: "Yes, please keep your identity a secret for now!"
Except for the parties involved, no one in the room knew what the two parties were up to.
The ghost woman used her crutches and said, "Wen'er, let's go!"
Qiu Wen stared at Yu Wenlie in shock, and said in great confusion: "Master...
Walk? "
"Well, let's forget about this feud!"
"Disciple, don't you understand?"
"Let's talk before we leave!"
Master Wugou stared blankly at this mysterious purple-turbaned man, not knowing what to say.
The ghost woman glanced at Yu Wenlie again and said: "Boy, we will never owe each other anything. Watch out for your life next time we meet!"
Yuwen Lie said coldly: "I will remember it!"
Master Pujing lowered his eyebrows and said to Yu Wenlie: "Young benefactor, I am sincerely grateful to you for saving our sect from danger!"
Yu Wenlie clasped his fists and said, "I don't dare to be praised like this by a master. I just happened to meet him."
Master Wugou also said: "On behalf of Shaolin, I would like to express my gratitude to the donor!"
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
With tears in her eyes, Qiu Wen said angrily: "Master, is this how the blood feud has been resolved?"
The ghost woman said in a rough and angry voice: "No more words, I have my own opinions as a teacher, let's go!" As she walked away, she picked up the huge red lacquer coffin with one hand...
Master Pujing said in a loud voice: "Donor, please go slowly!"
The ghost woman said coldly: "Pu Jing, if you miss today, we will see you again!"
"No need..."
"What, you want to solve it on the spot?"
"For the reason of this thought, I have been unable to achieve the right result. The Buddha said that the ocean of evil is boundless, and I hope that the benefactor can resolve this injustice from now on, and his merits are immeasurable!"
"Pu Jing, my old lady doesn't understand the heart of heaven and earth. She only knows the heart of my heart, so there's no need to talk!"
Master Pujing sat cross-legged and said in a deep voice: "Wugou?"
"The disciple is here!"
"Shaolin's reputation cannot be ruined, and the lost scriptures must be reclaimed!"
"Disciple, I respectfully accept this order!"
Master Pujing closed his eyes and lowered the curtain, holding Buddha's secrets in his hand. His skinny, dry wrinkled face glowed with a strange red light.
When Master Wugou saw this, his face turned pale, and he cried out sadly: "Master!"
The ghost woman's face changed, and she said loudly: "What a fierce monk, Pu Jing, everything has been revealed, let's go, Wen'er!"
The coffin, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was as light as nothing in her hands. With a sound, she was several feet away and left the temple as if there was an internal electric shock. Qiu Wen glanced at Yu Wenlie in confusion and followed her away.
Yu Wenlie sighed sadly and walked out of the temple leisurely. He originally came to participate in the martial arts competition, but he did not expect to encounter such a strange change. Some of the representatives from various sects who attended the meeting turned back midway, and no one made it to Mount Song. Obviously, this is the masterpiece of the dead city, which caused the martial arts conference to die silently.
After leaving the mountain gate, a long and sad sound of bells came from behind.
Death knell! A generation of eminent monks passed away.
This eminent Buddhist monk died in order to prevent future troubles in Shaolin. Is it cause and effect? Or doom?
Yu Wenlie was very excited. Back then in the mass grave, if he had known that the other party was a hag, one of the two evils and one good, he would not have done anything to open up the blocked meridians. This would have encouraged the devil. Arrogance will undoubtedly bring terrible consequences to Wulin.
All the way down the mountain, his steps seemed a little shaky, like an ordinary mountain hiker. It seems that it is completely impossible to gather the righteous power of martial arts to destroy the dead city. It is unimaginable that the famous sect has declined to this point. Is the end of the martial arts world really coming? "
And where will he go now? The life or death of his father Bai Shiqi is still unknown. With his own skills, he can be regarded as an outstanding figure in the martial arts world. However, if he breaks into the dead city again, it will be like a moth to the flame.
The key to the forbidden palace has fallen into the hands of the Lord of the Dead City. How should he explain to his wife and mother-in-law...
While I was thinking, I suddenly heard the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind. Looking up, I saw a figure in black, flying up the mountain, almost in front of me. Subconsciously, he was sensitive to the man in black.
"Stop!" The figure stopped the attack as he shouted, and it turned out to be a man in black with a fierce look on his face.
When the man in black saw the purple-turbaned man blocking the road, he was startled for a moment, then said in a ferocious voice: "Who are your friends?"
Zi Wenlie said coldly: "啖克客!"
"What, the Ghost Eater!"
"good!"
"Any advice?"
"Tell me your name and origin!"
"My friend came down from Shaolin Temple?"
"Um!"
"Are you a Shaolin disciple?"
"You have nothing to do with this, please tell me where you came from!"
"My friend is looking for death!"
Yuwen Lie's eyes widened and he said, "It seems that you are under the gate of Death City?"
The man in black sneered: "So what?"
"This determines your life or death!"
"Haha, my friend is so loud, why don't you show your true colors?"
One sentence touched Yu Wenlie's heart. The city of death burned a mark of fire on his forehead, making him unable to see anyone forever. This kind of hatred was indeed as high as the mountains and deep as the rivers, and murderous intent was immediately raging. Li Sheng said: "Why come to Shaolin?"
"You don't deserve to ask!"
"Rat, come and accept your fate!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man in black.
The man in black gave a strange laugh, splitting mountains and rocks with his right palm, and struck out fiercely. His left hand pointed like a knife, cutting into the Qikan acupuncture point on the chest and abdomen. One move and two moves, fierce and ruthless, enough to be a first-class martial arts master. .
He only attacks but not defends. He must rescue the enemy when he attacks him. He believes that the enemy must withdraw his grasp to protect himself. In fact, he is wrong. Yu Wenlie did not change his original style and grabbed it as usual.
"Bang!" The man in black stamped his palm on the opponent's chest. He felt like he was defeated, and he felt uneasy in his heart. At the same time, his other hand also cut into Qikan's critical point. With a muffled groan, the man in black's left shoulder was scratched hard. Suddenly all the dead souls emerged. He never dreamed that this purple-turbaned masked man could not hurt his palms.
Zi Wenlie also put his other hand on the opponent's right shoulder blade and said coldly: "Now you can tell me the purpose of coming here!"
The man in black had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and said sternly: "Friend, do you dare to make an enemy of the dead city?"
Yu Wenlie sneered and said: "Tu Huizi, I'm sorry, I am specifically looking for the ghosts in the dead city to kill and eat them!"
The man in black looked ashen, and said to himself: "Friend, you can't go three miles if you do this, someone will deal with you!"
"That's the best thing. I long for human blood!"
"Friend, have you not considered the consequences?"
"What consequences?"
"Shaolin will turn into ashes!"
Zi Wenlie was shocked. It was very possible for Death City to turn its anger on Shaolin, but if he let the other party go, Death City would not let go of the various sects either, and Shaolin must be the first target. The other party's coming would be no different. It means that the claws of the Death City have reached out to Shaolin. In his mind, he deliberately smiled sinisterly and said: "That is none of my business!"
The man in black clothes trembled all over and said, "Aren't you a Shaolin disciple?"
"Winds, horses and cows are irrelevant!"
"Then you...you..."
"Tell me, what's the purpose of coming here?"
The man in black said sternly: "If I die, you won't survive, just wait and see!" He bent his left arm and put the little finger of his left hand into his mouth..."
Learning from the past, Yu Wenlie immediately understood that near Xianxia Ridge, Secret Agent No. 85 committed suicide by sucking the little finger of his left hand under forced confession. At that moment, when he exerted force with his five fingers, the man in black groaned miserably, and his left arm became weak. Sagging.
"Are you a subordinate of the Secret Detective Director?"
The face of the man in black was distorted, and he hissed: "Who...are you?"
"The guest ghost!"
"I didn't...hear..."
"It's the same thing now that I know it. Are you going to say it or not?"
"No" was heard in a strange voice, and a red light burst out. The man in black's arms were torn off alive, and he fell to the ground dying.
Yu Wenlie threw away the severed arm, reached into the arms of the man in black and took out a small round sign and an envelope.
There was a lotus flower on the round card, and in the center of the flower was a Western character. His guess was correct, the opponent was the secret character number Western under the "Secret Detective Director" of the Dead City.
Looking at the envelope, there are eight words written on it: "In person, the abbot, the head of Shaolin." There is a lotus mark stamped on the lower left corner of the envelope.
Inside the envelope, there may be a terrifying secret. After tearing open the envelope, there was a card inside, which read: "The endless disputes in the martial arts world stem from the fact that each of them is in charge of their own affairs, the right and wrong, and the sects are divided into factions. In fact, they steal names and deceive the world, and are selfish. In view of the urgent need for the unification of the martial arts in the Central Plains. , worked together to promote martial arts, in order to fulfill the purpose of Wanliu Tongzong, so he initiated the Wanliu Sect Returning Conference to promote the co-leader. The meeting was scheduled for Wangri next month. I hope that the abbot will lead ten representatives of his fellow disciples to hold the leader's token. Attend the meeting on time, and if you fail to attend after the time limit, you will be deemed as being expelled from the Central Plains Wulin, and destruction will follow. "The signature at the end of Cambodia is the Lord of the Dead City.
This is nothing more than an ultimatum to death. Those who obey me will live, and those who go against me will die. The dead city has shown its ferocious face and is ready to pay tribute to the martial arts world. Of course, this ultimatum was undoubtedly sent to other sects and gangs at the same time.
Zi Wenlie's blood boiled, and he seemed to have smelled the smell of blood in his nose.
If the Tao eliminates demons, is the martial arts world really facing the end?
There was a sound. A man emerged from the bushes.
Zi Wenlie's murderous gaze swept away, and he shouted coldly: "Who?"
A figure flashed towards him like a ghost, his movements were strange and fast, shocking the world.
Zi Wenlie was slightly shocked. The person who came was a handsome young man dressed in village customs. He was none other than Ouyang Zhi, the descendant of Kongkong Patriarch. He had been ordered by his master to pass on the martial arts posts issued by Shaolin to Yu Wen Lie. Yu Wen Lie had changed his clothes and covered his face with a purple scarf. His voice also changed due to his profound inner strength, and he couldn't recognize anything he said.
When Zi Wenlie saw Ouyang Zhi, he was startled. He knew that the other party showed up here for no reason, but he did not want to reveal his identity. In his mind, he had already died in the dead city.
Ouyang Zhi glanced at the corpses on the road, a look of horror appeared on his face, he cupped his fists and said, "Who are you, sir?"
"Ghost-eating guest!"
"Oh! This...is the first time I've heard it!"
"Well, you seem to be very conceited about your experience?"
"I don't dare to do this..."
"You are very skillful!"
Ouyang Zhi's expression changed slightly and he said: "Your Excellency, the Secret Agent of the City of Death, I admire you very much!"
Yu Wenlie was secretly amused in his heart, and said deliberately coldly: "Are you afraid that you are a drunkard and you are not in the bar?"
Ouyang Zhi smiled awkwardly and said, "What do you mean by this?"
"Nothing, I thought you noticed something in me!"
Ouyang Zhi was shocked, and the other party secretly pointed out his identity.
Yu Wenlie then asked: "Are you the descendant of Tou'er's ancestor?"
Ouyang Zhi asked himself that he was very ignorant and had little knowledge. He just couldn't imagine how there could be such a weirdo with unfathomable martial arts in today's martial arts world. The words "Ghost Eater" were even unheard of. What was even more surprising was that the other party said Then he told his origin, and in his mind, he subconsciously took a step back and said in confusion: "How do you know the origin of this trivial matter?"
Zi Wenlie smiled and said: "I also know that your name is Ouyang Zhi!"
Ouyang Zhi was even more surprised and confused. His master and apprentice rarely walked together in public, and he rarely reported his track number to others. How did the other party know?
"Your Excellency, what exactly..."
"Master Jin and I are friends!"
"Oh! But I have never heard my master mention the title of senior?"
"Maybe there's something wrong that you can't tell others!"
"yes!"
"What did you come to Shaolin for?"
Ouyang Zhi pointed at the Cambodian post in Yu Wenlie's hand and said, "I'm here for this!"
Zi Wenlie's heart moved. Said: "Do you know what this is?"
"The invitation to the dead city, you want to force the various sects to form an alliance under the city?"
"what is your purpose?"
"I was ordered by my master to inform all the sects to attend at that time to avoid a bloody tragedy..."
"Master, do you agree with this move?"
"No!" He glanced westward with alert eyes and lowered his voice: "The master and a senior named Zhu Xinren are planning countermeasures!"
"Oh!" Yu Wenlie was very excited when he mentioned the green-clad and masked Heart-killer. This was a mystery to him. The two Heart-killers before and after seemed to come from the same origin, and they both treated him unusually. He cares about him and seems to understand that his life experience is indeed an incredible and strange thing.
Ouyang Zhi added: "There are secret agents from Dead City within a hundred miles of Songshan Mountain. The miscarriage of the martial arts conference is their masterpiece."
"I know that."
Ouyang Zhi solemnly said: "The catastrophe in the martial arts is now. Do you plan to make a difference, senior?"
Zi Wenlie laughed and said: "Eating ghosts and eating demons, this is what I do!"
"Seniors have great skills, but the building is about to collapse. How can a single tree do it..."
"You want me to join forces with the old thief and others?"
"Just what I want to hear, but I don't dare to ask for it!"
"Well, you speak well. Where is your master now?"
"Go east from here to view the rising sun at Wuhu Ridge!"
"Okay, I'll go find him right now!"
Ouyang Zhi smiled and said calmly: "Senior... junior wants to..."
Senior Yu Wenlie simply pretended to be the last, and said stably: "What's the matter?"
"Junior wants to... wants to..."
"What are you thinking about?"
"I would like to ask you to give me that plate number!"
"this?"
"Yes!"
"Take the invitation card and the invitation card as well!"
Ouyang Zhi took the invitation card and the round ultimatum with the secret number West with both hands with a smile, and bowed respectfully: "Thank you for this, my junior!"
"No need!"
"Senior, please excuse me, this corpse will be taken care of by this junior!"
"Why do you ask for this number plate?"
"Senior... you will know this later!"
Zi Wenlie thought for a while, suddenly realized something, and said in a cold voice: "The old thief's skill of disguise is unparalleled in the world. Every teacher must have a disciple. I understand, but I warn you, there are many excellent players in the dead city. , you have to be very careful, don’t lose a lot of money!”
"Thanks for the advice!"
"I'm leaving!" Zi Wenlie flicked his body and floated towards the foot of the mountain like a wisp of smoke. He was full of pride in the wind. He urgently needed to meet the Patriarch Kongkong and the later Heart-killing Man. All the people summoned by the Dead City The Returned Sect Conference is related to the fate of the entire martial arts world. If it is not handled properly, demonic flames will be everywhere. Under this premise, personal grudges seem to be secondary.
He unexpectedly thought of Gu Po's master and apprentice. If his master and apprentice were used by the Dead City, the fate of the martial arts world would be even more dangerous.
Among the good and the evil, the immortal immortal and the hag appeared one after another in the world. I wonder if the other evil is still in the world?
The Immortal Immortal is proficient in the art of innate Yili. I wonder if he has any plans for the current crisis?
When we get down to Songshan Mountain, it’s time for thousands of families to turn on their lights. He went to the town and found a place to stay. After eating, he fell on the bed alone and thought quietly. He needed to sort out his thoughts thoroughly to decide on his future actions.
It was midnight and everything was silent. Yu Wenlie was suddenly awakened by a gentle sound of peeling and pecking. Strange, who knocks on the door in the middle of the night?
"who?"
"Me!" It was a familiar female voice.
"Who are you looking for, girl?"
"Looking for you!"
"Girl, do you know who is here?"
"You don't want me to say your name, do you?"
Yu Wenlie's surprise was not trivial. At present, no one except Gui Po knew his identity. Could it be Qiu Wen, the descendant of Gui Po, who was standing outside the door? How did she know that she had settled in this small hotel? Then he said suspiciously: "Young lady, won't you find the wrong person?"
"Won't!"
“Advance notice of availability!”
"You'll know when we meet!"
Zi Wenlie had no choice but to get up, put on the purple silk scarf, flicked off the lanterns, turned on the oil lamp, and then pulled the door latch. As soon as the door opened, a masked woman in black walked in and then closed the door.
"Ah! It's you!" Yu Wenlie was very excited. It was the mysterious girl who rescued him from the cell in the Death City.
"Please sit down!"
The masked woman unceremoniously turned sideways and sat down on the chair next to the table, and said quietly: "Are you still masked tonight?"
"To each other, I will never forget my kindness in helping you last time. Can you tell me your true identity?"
"The time has not come yet!"
“Teaching Yoshiname?”
"Let's talk about it later!"
Yu Wenlie couldn't help but feel suffocated, why should the other party be so mysterious? Why did she want to save herself in the first place? How could she enter and leave the dead city without hindrance? How does she know her whereabouts now?
A mystery, a mystery? If she was not his savior, given his character, he would not take off the other party's face and issue an eviction order.
"Girl, if you come here late at night, you must give me some advice?"
The masked woman in black nodded and said: "Of course!" Two rays of eyes were faintly revealed from the veil as thin as cicada feathers, exquisite but extremely soft.
Yu Wenlie suddenly remembered something. He whispered: "The girl seems to be very familiar with the Death City?"
"How about it?"
"I would like to ask about the whereabouts of a person's life and death."
"who?"
"Bai Shiqi!"
The masked woman's delicate body seemed to be slightly shaken, and she said: "Why are you asking about this person?"
"This... I am entrusted by someone else!"
"He's not dead, that's all I can tell you!"
Yuwen Lie was very excited and said in a trembling voice: "Is he still alive?"
"good!"
"Where now?"
"I don't know, I'm looking for him too!"
"The girl is looking for him too?"
"Um!"
"Then why?"
"I can't tell you!"
Zi Wenlie was greatly disappointed, but knowing that his father was still alive, he still had infinite joy in the disappointment. In the minds of Wulin people, the word "Bai Shiqi" was a traitor and a great evil. More than 20 years ago, he was in the Wulin The bloody calamity caused is still deeply engraved in the hearts of every martial artist. However, due to the nature of flesh and blood, father and son are still father and son. He must find him, on the one hand, to clarify his life experience, and on the other hand, uncover the mystery of his mother's death with retribution.
After a pause, the masked woman continued, "Let's talk business!"
Zi Wenlie let out a long breath and said, "By the way, please explain your purpose, girl!"
The masked woman in black was silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something important, and then she said in a deep voice: "I was entrusted by someone to give you something!"
Yu Wenlie couldn't help being shocked and said: "What is it?"
"The thing you want most!"
"Who is entrusting this girl to?"
"A person who is madly in love with you and is worried about you!"
"It's...female"'
"Is he still a man?"
"who is she?"
"Bai Xiaoling!"
"Oh! Bai Xiaoling!" A love image of a peerless beauty in green clothes immediately appeared in Yu Wenlie's mind. However, what followed was pain in his heart. Not only did he have a wife, but his appearance was ruined and it was difficult to see anyone in this life. What's more, her mother seems to have a deep hatred for her father, Bai Shiqi, who came to meet her. This makes him have no room to consider this love. He unconsciously let out a painful groan.
The masked woman in black said in surprise: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"there is nothing!"
"Answer me with your heart, do you love her?"
"Love, but I can't!"
"Why?"
Yuwen Lie said sadly: "Girl, my face..."
The masked woman in black said calmly: "She doesn't love your face, she loves you as a person!"
Yu Wenlie's heart twitched, and he said excitedly: "She... knows my face..."
"I know, she doesn't care. This strengthens her love for you!"
Zi Wenlie shouted excitedly: "No! No! I can't!"
The voice of the masked woman in black suddenly became excited, and she said tremblingly: "You...can't bear to let her die of disappointment?"
"die?"
"Yes, she lives for you!"
"No! Don't... Yu Wenlie has already died, in a cell in the dead city!"
"But you're not dead!"
"What's the difference between it and death?"
"Not what a man should look like!"
Zi Wenlie was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He could not forget the moment when he saw the burnt mark on his forehead in the stream. It was more uncomfortable than death, like a prisoner listening to the sentence of death in court.
"Girl, can we not talk about this?"
"Okay, but let me tell you, not talking about it won't solve the problem. Think about it slowly!"
"I have nothing left to think about!"
"Maybe one day, reality will change your perspective!"
"There will never be such a day again. Three feet of ice does not last one day!"
"What's the meaning?"
"That's not the only reason!"
"Tell me?"
"I already have a wife!"
"She understands that. And?"
"Her mother has a grudge against her ancestor!"
"Ye has given up. What else?"
"And..." He almost blurted out the deep hatred between her mother and his father, but when he thought that something was wrong, his life experience had not yet been made public, he stopped suddenly.
"what else?"
"Stop talking!"
"Do you have something to hide?"
"I won't deny it."
"I won't force you to say something you don't want to say. Now take the things! As he said that, he took out a long small bag from his arms and handed it over.
Yu Wenlie took it in his hand excitedly and said, "Can I open it?"
"certainly!"
Yu Wenlie tore open the wrapping cloth...
"Yeah!" He screamed and fell down on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide open and his whole body shaking uncontrollably. In the cloth bag was the half-robbed key to the forbidden palace.
He simply couldn't believe this was true. The key to the Forbidden Palace was snatched away from his wife Jiang Yaofeng by the Death Messenger. Later it turned out that the Death Messenger was a gold medal-level expert under the Death City, which meant that the Forbidden Palace was regarded as a treasure. The key to the palace has fallen into the dead city. How did Bai Xiaoling get it? This is indeed incredible and unbelievable.
The masked woman in black said, "Are you surprised?"
Yuwen Lie trembled: "Not only is it unexpected, but it's also surprising. I really didn't expect it!"
The masked woman in black said faintly: "This thing is hard to come by, she risked her life!"
"I will always remember your kindness."
"Well, for you, she will do anything, even if it means she dies!"
Yuwen Lie closed his eyes and said sadly: "I owe her too much, what can I give her?"
"She has a request for you!"
"Require?"
"Yes, it is a request, but don't misunderstand that she is making conditions because of the key to the forbidden palace."
"Yes, I wouldn't think so!"
"Her only request to you is that no matter what the circumstances, do not attack her mother!"
Yuwen Lie stood up suddenly and blurted out: "I am no match for her mother!"
"But, Bai Xiaoling has this request!"
"this……"
"You don't agree?"
Yu Wenlie's heart was pounding. Bai Xiaoling's mother had given up her old grudge against the master. Although she had no idea what hatred she had with the master. Now that she had given up, even if it was over, as for the grudge against her father, At present, his father's whereabouts are unknown, and the revenge is just an unsolved case. For Bai Xiaoling's sake, he doesn't care about his own murder. Why is he willing to commit suicide in the name of Bai Shiqi, who forced his benefactor to death? Why can't he tell the difference? However, this revenge had to be avenged, but Bai Xiaoling had been so kind to her, so how could she kill her mother? For a moment, he was speechless.
The masked woman in black said again: "You don't agree?"
Yu Wenlie said in great pain: "Girl, I'm in a dilemma!"
"Tell me?"
"All grudges can be ignored. Only her mother is forced to kill the person who has her heart. I must not forget my love, otherwise it will be unjust!"
"It is difficult to understand the intentions of others who have punished others. He died voluntarily!"
"But he is my benefactor, and a man has clear grudges!"
"So, you don't agree?"
Yu Wenlie was worried and said: "I will find my own way in the future!"
Suddenly, at this moment, there was a long and shrill howl, approaching from far away, followed by five western tones in response, coming from different directions.
The woman in black suddenly stood up from her seat and put out the light with a palm fan.
Yu Wenlie was shocked and asked in a loud voice, "What's the matter?"
"Silence!"
There was another loud roar, and they arrived on the roof of the hotel.
Yu Wenlie was waiting to speak. The masked woman in black said in an anxious voice: "No, my whereabouts have been exposed!"
Zi Wenlie couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. Who made that strange roar? What does the masked woman in black mean that her whereabouts have been revealed? Is she being followed or...
Before she could think of anything, the masked woman in black said in a deep voice: "As soon as I go out, you go out through the back window and leave this town, the sooner the better!"
"Why?"
"Don't ask why, just do as I say!"
"Want to escape?"
"This is not the time to be conceited. If that thing is lost again, it will never be found again!"
"Is the other party here for this thing?"
"good!"
"How can I let the girl take the risk?"
"Yu Wenlie, I beg you, do as I say!"
"Girl, I'm serious, I'm just..."
"Farewell, I hope there's still time to see you again!" He said it very sadly, and it was likely that we would never see him again.
Zi Wenlie's heart moved and he asked, "Who is the other party?"
The masked woman in black hesitated to speak, and finally sighed dejectedly, saying sadly: "Farewell, please take care of yourself, and do as I say!" After the voice fell, she gently opened the door a crack, looked around, and saw that Floating out of the room like a flash.
There were several falling sounds outside the room, and it was obvious that more than one person was coming, and then a cold voice said: "Miss, please come back immediately!"
Yu Wenlie was shocked. It seemed that the masked woman and the visitor were together, and the visitors were subordinates, but why was she so panicked?
"What are you doing?" It was the voice of a masked woman in black.
The cold voice said: "I've been ordered to find someone!"
Yu Wenlie wanted to see what happened, but he remembered the anxious warnings of the masked woman in black and the safety of the key to the forbidden palace beside him. Since the other party was with her, there was certainly no danger. If his concealment was exposed, there would be another disaster. Replay the story of being chased in the past. In his mind, he opened the back window and floated out silently. Behind him, there was the sound of the door being pushed open. After thinking a few times, he still ran towards Wuhu Ridge towards Chaoyang Temple.
Chaoyang Temple, built on the main peak of Wuhu Ridge, has long since died out and is in dilapidated condition.
The shadow of the sun moved westward, and a strange man wearing a yew tree and a purple scarf appeared in front of the audience. He was Yu Wenlie. According to Ouyang Zhi, Patriarch Kongkong and the Heart-killing Man who appeared later were inhabiting this place. Watch. Yu Wenlie walked towards the temple without hesitation.
When you see a dilapidated and desolate scene, you can see only cobwebs covered with dust, spreading thorns, broken doors and broken frames, and it is extremely gloomy. Yu Wenlie frowned, pulling out the weeds and dividing the wormwood. After turning around the first level of the courtyard, in front of you is a grand hall that still retains its grandeur.
Suddenly, a smell of blood hit the nostrils. Everywhere he looked, he almost screamed, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He saw two corpses, a man and a woman, lying in a pool of blood. The men and women died in the same state. His stomach was disemboweled and his liver and intestines were scattered all over the floor. His death was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch. Judging from the blood coagulation, the time when the deceased was killed was always about half a day. Who killed people in such a cruel way?
He walked around the temple and found no clues. The ground was filled with dust and messy footprints were clearly visible. It was obvious that the two sides had fought before, but not many times. Just chasing a few encounters.
His eyes glanced at the two bloody corpses again.
"Yeah!" He exclaimed in shock. The dead were surprisingly the boat boy Leng Ziqiu and the sedan girl Yue Xiaojun and his wife.
Why did the colorful sedan chair and painted boat die tragically here? The skills of the two couples are quite extraordinary. Who did it? Past events flash in my mind. I remember that when I came back from an appointment to exchange my life for Cao Yueying, I buried the old man Tongbai in the ruined temple. After leaving the temple, I saw the colored sedan and the painted boat competing for internal strength for the first time. The couple turned against each other because of their missing father Bai Shiqi. , every year for twenty years, the dead person later explained the misunderstanding, and the couple reconciled as before, but a long time ago, their bodies were buried in Chaoyang Temple.
He also thought of Cao Yueying, who was taken away by the Immortal Tatar. First, because she was eager to avenge the Tongbai faction, she mistakenly joined the vampire madman and almost died. Later, he was brutally raped by the Messenger of Death, and his misfortune made people shed tears of sympathy.
Things are unpredictable, and the vicissitudes of life since his debut are all bloody stories.
Ouyang Zhi said that his master Kong Kongzu and later Zhu Xinren lived in this temple, which is certainly true, but what about people? Could it be that they were responsible for the sedan chair and the couple? If yes, why? Neither of them are extremely evil people!
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be an old silk paper shell next to the body. He picked it up and saw that it was a page with five eye-catching seal characters written on the cover: "The Record of the Ghost King's Control of Demons". The Ghost King's Demon Control Record? He suddenly realized the reason for the tragic death of the two couples.
He remembered that not long ago, the colored sedan chair and the painted boat were eager to find their enemy - his father Bai Shiqi. They used this secret book to exchange Bai Shiqi's whereabouts with traveling merchants from all over the world. While the transaction was going on, the secret book was suddenly stolen by a thin The figure kidnapped him, and that figure belonged to the same person as the one who later snatched the forbidden key from his arms. He was confirmed to be Patriarch Kongkong. The last time he met with Patriarch Kongkong, he actually forgot to ask about this matter.
It is very possible that the couple in the sedan chair and Fang came after hearing the news and asked Patriarch Kongkong for the Ghost King's Control of Demons and were brutally killed. This is very possible. I remember that in the mass graves, dozens of masters died tragically under the fatal spine of Patriarch Kongkong. That kind of method was cruel enough. According to this, he could certainly do it by disemboweling the colorful sedan chair and the couple in the painted boat. Such people. It is indeed outrageous that he talks so much about slaying demons and defending morality, and considers himself an upright person.
The Sedan and Fang couple had no bad deeds in their lives, and there was no hatred between them. Those who rob things before and kill people behind should be killed.
He felt the dangers of the turmoil in the world, the deceitfulness of people's hearts, and that there were many hypocritical people in the martial arts world who wanted to be punished.
Here, he thought of the Tsing Yi masked guest who was with Patriarch Kongkong. The masked man in Tsing Yi claims to be the Heart-killing Man, and he is the real Heart-killing Man. The Heart-killing Man who was forced to die by Bai Xiaoling's mother instead takes his name. What's strange about this?
What is puzzling is that the two heart-killing people behave exactly the same. The latter's martial arts is higher than that of the former, and he knows his own life experience and everything related to him very well. This is a difficult mystery to solve.
Some conceal their true colors for selfish reasons, while others do it to facilitate evil deeds. According to the logic of things flocking together, the intentions of the murderer who later appeared were suspicious. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but shudder.
Based on human sympathy for each other, he buried the couple in the sedan chair and Fang in the courtyard in front of the temple. He hid the cover page of the Ghost King's Demon Control by his side, then turned around and went out to watch.
He then thought: "Now we should go back to the secret palace in the belly of the mountain, give the key to half of the forbidden palace to my wife Jiang Yaofeng, fulfill a wish, and explain the promise made at that time. However, my appearance has been destroyed and it is difficult to see anyone. How can I send it back? How to explain it in words? The name Yu Wenlie was dead, but Jiang Yaofeng was always his wife in name. Did he want her to remain a widow for a lifetime without any cost? .
Who ordered it? Who ordered it?
The dead city—this hatred cannot be washed away even by the water of the three rivers and the west sea.
As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw a man in black standing in front of the gate, his eyes scanning.
As far as the eye could see, there were all figures of people. It was obvious that Chaoyang Temple had been surrounded.
Could it be that he is a subordinate of Death City again? A murderous intention surged into his chest.
One of the men in black said coldly: "Friends sign up?"
"Ghost-eating guest."
"good!"
"Why can't the old thief shrink away?"
Yu Wenlie's heart moved. The other party came to search for Master Kongkong.
"How many of them are subordinates of Death City?"
"Hey, it doesn't matter if I tell you, these men are subordinates of Death City!"
Yu Wenlie couldn't help laughing wildly. The laughter contained incomparable malice and terrifying murderous intent.
The face of the man in black changed drastically.
The leader among them said: "Friend, when death is imminent, what else is so funny?"
Yu Wenlie's laughter subsided, his eyes blazing with murder, and he said coldly: "The kid from the Dead City met the ghost-eating guest, and we don't know what the outcome will be!"
The men in black clothes in the west sneered at the same time, and the leader yelled: "Friend, lie down!" His shot was like lightning, and he struck Yu Wenlie in the chest with a strange and unparalleled strike. It can be said that none of the subordinates of Death City have mediocre skills, but unfortunately they encountered the No. 1 evil star of Tian Zi Di.
"Wow!" Amidst the miserable howl, the body of the man in black flew out and fell five feet away.
The other three people are all dead souls. They couldn't see how this purple-turbaned man could act.
"Stand shoulder to shoulder!" One of them shouted, and the three of them rushed over at the same time.
Zi Wen Lie's magical power protects the body. You have to worry about what moves the opponent uses and how to take action, just wave your hand to kill.
Three miserable howls rang out one after another. Only one of them came face to face, and all the bodies of the three black men were laid out in front of them.
Dozens of figures came after hearing the sound. The first one was a strong old man with short thorny hair. He held a dry tobacco pipe as thick as a wine glass in his hand and said slyly: "My friend is very skilled!"
Yuwen Lie snorted and said with a sneer: "It's easy to say, it probably won't be a problem to kill these monsters like you!"
The short-haired old man roared angrily, and the dry pipe roared sharply in the wind, sweeping out.
Yuwen Lie stretched out his right arm, and "Bang!" The end of the dry tobacco pipe swung away. All the men in black glanced at him, and the short-haired old man was terrified. This attack was enough to break rocks and crack monuments, but the opponent actually blocked it with his bare arms, which was really shocking.
But the old man was indeed a mediocre man. Just as the pipe was being swung away, his left palm struck Yu Wenlie's chest faster than lightning. All of this was done with a lifetime of skill, and the momentum was staggering.
"Bang!" There was another astonishing loud noise, and the palm of the hand had been cut firmly between the chest and abdomen, but it was like a beating. Without any force at all, a rebounding dark energy made him take three steps back. He was suddenly shocked and blurted out: "Nine Ninja Magic Skill!"
Yu Wenlie was shocked. The Nine Ninja Magic Technique taught to him by the old man Wan Huigu was criticized for the first time today. It was obvious that the other party had extensive knowledge, and he said coldly: "You are right!"
"You...are a disciple of Gu Yong who is chasing souls?"
One sentence solved the mystery in Zi Wenlie's heart. It turns out that the strange old man who was killed by Yang Liqing in the Wanhui Valley was a master with the word "Chasing Soul Punishing Guyong" in ancient times. Chasing Soul Punishing Guyong taught him the Nine Ninja Magic Skills, so of course he could be called a "teacher". He was cold at the moment. He said: "That's right, take your life now!" The short-haired old man's expression changed horribly, and he let out a long and strange howl like a ghost's howl.
Yu Wenlie couldn't help but suffocated. This whistle was no stranger to him. He had heard it last night in a hotel in a small town at the foot of Songshan Mountain. The person who made the strange whistle called the masked woman in black "Miss"... Thinking of this, Lingling couldn't help but shudder. In this way, it is incredible that the masked woman in black is the mistress of the dead city.
Why did she order herself? Why did she not hesitate to kill the jailer awaiting execution and save a stranger who was her enemy? Murder and robbery are tantamount to rebellion. Why would she do this? No wonder she is familiar with the secret passages of the Dead City and can come and go with ease.
She confessed her feelings for Bai Xiaoling and sent back the key to the forbidden palace that had fallen into the city of death on behalf of Bai Xiaoling. So what is her relationship with Bai Xiaoling? How could Bai Xiaoling get the key to the Forbidden Palace... All of this, like a mist, fascinated him.
He forgot where he was and the enemies surrounding him.
"Whoa!" Amidst the piercing sound of the wind, the short-haired old man's tobacco pipe struck with lightning.
"Let go!" With a backhand, the tobacco pipe was already in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the short-haired old man's mouth was split open, and the tobacco pipe was in Yu Wenlie's hand. This movement was so fast that it was unbelievable.
The short-haired old man snorted and staggered a big step, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
More than a dozen men in black all exclaimed.
Zi Wen said in a cold voice: "It seems that you are a silver-level expert in the City of Death, lie down!" With a stroke of black light, he used the unique killer move of the King of Hell Sword.
"Wow!" A miserable scream broke through the air, blood splashed, and the short-haired old man fell down with blood flying from his brain. More than a dozen men in black were in despair, their faces were ashen, but frightened by the commandments, they still shouted and pounced on them desperately. The tragic cry was heard again, and three figures flew out of the sky.
"Back off!" The voice was cold and not even remotely human. More than a dozen men in black quickly retreated as if they were receiving an amnesty.
Zi Wenlie raised his eyes and glanced with murderous intent. He saw a white-robed weirdo with a zombie-like face standing two feet in front of him. He couldn't help but coldly snorted: "Messenger of Death, nice to meet you!"
Although he had met the messenger of death several times and killed the messenger who raped Cao Yueying, the other person's face seemed to be cast from the same mold. He didn't know how many messengers the city of death had sent, nor what he was facing now. Have you ever seen it before? All I know is that the Deathbringer's skill is extremely high and belongs to the gold medal level, which is almost as good as mine.
The death messenger laughed strangely and said, "Before you die, please answer a few words to this messenger!" That tone sounded like Yu Wen Lie was already in his palm.
Although Yu Wen Lie was aloof and arrogant, he did not object to asking questions and answers. He wanted to know more from the conversation, so he said coldly: "Ask!"
"What's your name?"
"Ghost-eating guest!"
"Hmph! You deserve to die just for the name alone. Who is your disciple?"
"No comment!"
"Did the old thief hide and watch, or did he get wind of it and run away?"
"No comment!"
The Death Messenger roared angrily and said: "Take your life now!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it. With this grab, the mysterious and mysterious force was taken over, making people feel that it was impossible to grasp it, and it was impossible to dodge or parry.
Yu Wenlie snatched the tobacco pouch from the short-haired old man in his hand, but before throwing it away, he used the unique and unique sword of Hell move to respond to the attack.
With a cold snort, the Death Messenger stopped his hand and retreated violently. A trace of horror appeared on his cold face. He couldn't see where this move came from. He only felt that it was sharp and sinister, and it was the most powerful killing he had ever seen in his life.
To the people in the dead city, the character Wen Lie can be said to be as deep as the sea, and the grievances are as deep as a mountain, just like a dry pipe. Attack fiercely, still using the unique skill of King of Hell's Sword.
After the second move, the Death Messenger took ten steps back, unable to fight back.
If you fight with bare hands, it will be impossible to decide for a while. Now that you have a pipe in your hand, the situation changes. In order not to reveal his identity, he wrapped the Hell Sword in cloth and carried it on his back, discarding it.
In the blink of an eye, there were three more moves, and the death messenger was in danger.
Suddenly, an extremely strong wind struck from behind. Yu Wenlie was shocked. Looking back, two more Death Messengers suddenly appeared. Suddenly, the chill came out. The three Death Messengers joined forces, and he himself I thought I couldn't handle it.
