Yu Wenlie said that it was his predecessor, the alien devil and angel, who restored his appearance. Dongfang Ying grabbed Yu Wenlie's hand and said excitedly: "You mean devils and angels?"
Yu Wenlie said in surprise: "Yes, why are you so excited?"
Dongfang Ying realized she had lost her composure, blushed, let go of her hand, and said, "I was just looking for him!"
"You want to ask the devil to give you instructions?"
"good!"
"Why?"
"Inquiring about the whereabouts of two people?"
"Ask him about the whereabouts of two people?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"He has rarely appeared in the world in recent years, and he has a weird personality. If you ask him about the whereabouts of people, I'm afraid..."
"Except for him, no one else knows about these two people."
Yu Wenlie couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What kind of two people are they?"
Dongfang Ying choked for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if I tell you, they are my two senior brothers!"
"Oh! What kind of two senior brothers?"
"I have no idea."
"The two senior brothers left the Tianshan Mountains and entered the Central Plains. I haven't been born yet!"
"Where do you start talking about this?"
"My master ordered me to inquire from devils and angels."
"Is there always a name?"
"One is named Jiang Botao and the other is named Jiang Xiongtao. They are two brothers!"
"Oh, I've never heard of that!"
"How old are you? Of course I have never heard of it..."
"Otherwise, if you are a well-known person..."
"Forget it, tell me where the devil's angel is?"
"Ziwu Valley!"
"Where is Ziwu Valley?"
"This...it's hard to explain clearly. How about I take you there after the Wanliu Returning Clan Conference is over?"
Dongfang Ying said happily: "Great!"
"At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the forest. Yu Wenlie quickly covered his face with a purple scarf and whispered: "The people from the dead city to help the ruthless swordsman have arrived! "
"How do we act?"
"kill!"
"Why waste time for these minions?"
"I swear not to let anyone die in the city!"
"Okay, let's go up to you!"
Two gloomy-looking weirdos in white robes took the lead, followed by dozens of men in black, searching in a row.
Yu Wenlie's eyes suddenly flashed with evil light, and he said in a trembling voice: "The leader is the Death Messenger. You and I will deal with each one. We will kill the leader and then kill the others."
"Okay, let's see who gets it first!"
Two figures, one white and one purple, jumped over.
"Stop!" one of the Death Messengers issued an order.
"Ghost guest!" The two envoys and some of their subordinates exclaimed one after another.
Yu Wenlie and Dongfang Ying remained silent, and each pounced on a messenger of death. Amid the roars, a scream and a muffled groan were heard. The messenger in front of Yuwen Lie fell two feet away and was killed by the bamboo bushes. Clamped, it was obvious that he would not survive. Dongfang Ying's move only made the opponent vomit blood and retreat.
The woman was narrow-minded, and when she saw that Yu Wenlie had succeeded, she became anxious and attacked again like lightning.
"Wow!" Li Er's miserable howl spread, and the messenger Tianling was scratched to pieces, bleeding from the brain, and died unexpectedly.
"Kill!" Yu Wenlie shouted and pounced on the men in black.
The men in black were shocked one by one and fled in all directions.
In the meantime, the sounds of miserable screams came and went, and they were heard continuously, forming a horrific and bloody melody.
The two men chased them all the way, and when they first arrived outside the bamboo forest, there was no figure in black in sight. Yu Wenlie looked at the sky and said: "We have to keep pace, otherwise we will not be able to catch up with the conference!"
Dongfang Ying said calmly: "I have no objection!"
What Yu Wenlie was most worried about was that she asked him to answer the question about his identity again, but the other party didn't mention it at all, and there was nothing strange about her expression, which made him secretly relieved. Now the two of them traveled together at night and under the stars.
Every day, I look forward to the sun, and it is the turn of noon.
In the Black Forest, outside the Dead City, on a square field of several acres, there is a giant colorful platform covering an area of ten feet. Under the stage, there was a grand banquet, and the crowd was crowded with people. The total number of people was more than three hundred, including monks, Taoists, nuns and lay people.
In front of the colorful platform, there is a huge plaque hanging high, with large characters in the west like a dragon flying in the wind: "Ten thousand streams return to the clan"
All the representatives of various sects and well-known martial arts figures who attended the meeting, except for a few, seemed to have no appetite in front of the banquet of water and land. They all sat in silence, with resentment, frustration, sadness, and... Different expressions such as fear and anxiety. This is the venue for the Wanliu Returning Clan Conference held in the Dead City.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but it could not sweep away the gloom in the hearts of every participant.
The terrifying and cold atmosphere is constantly growing and expanding.
In particular, facing the venue, the two startling big characters on the city gate - "Dead City", make people feel like they are in a ghost land. This mysterious and terrifying place is still a terrible mystery in the minds of the participants at this moment. .
What is the situation inside the city? What kind of person is the city lord? It's beyond imagination.
"Dang!" A blast of gongs shook the sky, shaking every master in attendance. All eyes were focused on the color platform.
Two teams of white-robed men appeared slowly, arrayed on both sides of the colorful platform like wild goose wings. Each team had eighteen people, a total of thirty-six people.
All the masters attending the meeting were knotted in their hearts, and chills were rising in their bodies.
These thirty-six men in white robes are death messengers who are gold medal masters under the Death City. Each messenger has world-shaking skills. Any one of them has few opponents in the martial arts world. Among the thirty-six The crowd, the momentum alone is enough to overwhelm all the masters of various sects attending the meeting. Of course, these masters are more than this number. At the same time, their status in the Dead City is not very high, which shows the power of the Dead City.
Then, an old man in black robe appeared on the stage, two on the left and two on the left, standing respectively.
Following Old Man Xi, an old woman holding a cane and a ferocious-looking, nine-foot-tall old man in gray robe slowly appeared and sat down on the chairs on top of the left and right pillars of the cai dai. The old man held a cup in his hand. A worn-out crown.
I don't know who it was, but in the crowd, he shouted softly: "Evil hag!" This word was like a thunderbolt, which made all the masters present scream and change their expressions.
Two evils and one good. Before becoming famous, he had not appeared in the world for decades. In the minds of ordinary martial arts people, he was a legendary figure. Unexpectedly, both evils appeared here, and it seemed that he had surrendered to the city. , this is indeed a shocking event.
After a burst of commotion, the whole place fell into terrible silence. The atmosphere of terror became even more intense due to the appearance of evil spirits and hags.
What is the purpose of the Wanliu Clan Returning Conference invited by the Dead City? Everyone present knew this was a conspiracy. This conspiracy may lead to the end of the martial arts world.
In order to avoid bloodshed and tragedy, all sects attended the meeting on time, pinning their hopes on a sudden miracle. However, that is always elusive and unexpected.
Ouyang Zhi, the descendant of Patriarch Kongkong, advised all sects to follow the orders on time, saying that he had other arrangements to eliminate the disaster. However, Patriarch Kongkong himself was not seen, nor were there any special signs. Did he escape from the world because he didn't know what to do? Or is there another reason?
"Dang!" There was another deafening gong sound. The heroes present at the meeting also tightened their heartstrings. Whether it is a disaster or a blessing, you can tell immediately.
In view of the fact that Death City recently kidnapped the heads of twelve sects and threatened to exchange valuable secrets of each sect for their lives, it is obvious that they have ulterior motives. Fear and uneasiness permeated the entire venue.
A handsome but gloomy scholar in blue shirt appeared in the center of the stage. He is none other than Shen Xubai, who was recently appointed as the general manager of the Dead City.
Shen Xubai's eyes wandered around the venue for a week, then he clasped his fists and made a bow, and said loudly: "I, Shen Xubai, am the general manager of Death City..." At this point, he stopped talking, and Gu Pan proudly looked around the entire venue again. Again.
The place was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
"Thanks to the leaders and representatives of each sect and the experts from all walks of life, I wasted no time in attending the conference. I hereby accept the order of the Lord and apologize to all of you for the poor reception!" After saying that, he stepped back to one side.
"Dang!" The third time the gong sounded, it was noon.
A voice shouted: "The meeting begins!"
"The Lord is here!"
There was a commotion in the whole place. All eyes were fixed on the color stage for a moment. What a terrifying figure this arrogant Lord of the Dead City would be!
Evildoers and hags both stood up to greet him, and all thirty-six messengers of death in the audience bowed their heads. After the commotion, there was a dead silence.
Eight girls in palace makeup appeared one after another to protect the long case.
Every breath the person takes seems to have stopped. This moment feels like a year.
Everyone was dazzled. After the long case on the stage, there was a woman covered in black gauze. Her appearance was as sudden as a ghost.
Will the Lord of the Dead City be a woman? Every expert participating in the meeting raised this question in their hearts after taking a breath.
This was so unimaginable that it was almost unbelievable. The black hair on his head showed that this terrifying figure who shocked Ding's entire Central Plains martial arts world was not very old.
But the tense atmosphere does not relax just because the Lord of the Dead City is a woman.
The Lord of the Dead City began to speak, his voice was smooth and sweet, and it was clearly sent to the eardrums of every participant, "Everyone has traveled thousands of miles and traveled to our city in vain to participate in the conference. I am deeply honored. For a hundred years, the martial arts world has been endlessly turbulent. , the killings continued, mainly due to the deep hatred between each other's sects. Generally, unscrupulous people stirred up troubles and strictly divided the gap between the underworld and the white ways. They followed the so-called fallacy that good and evil are not mutually exclusive, resulting in continuous bloodshed and a great loss of vitality in the martial arts in the Central Plains. . I know that Wanliu is from the same family as Wanliu, so I have convened this Wanliu return clan meeting, hoping to elect a co-leader to preside over the major plans of Wulin. There is only right and wrong, not black and white. The difference between good and evil..." The conversation was interrupted at this point.
There was a buzz in the audience.
Those present at the meeting were all leaders and well-known figures from various sects. Of course they couldn't listen to these specious and ulterior arguments, but the atmosphere relaxed a lot. In terms of Shojue's intentions, the Lord of the Dead City is not an extremely evil person.
The problem is only with the so-called co-owners. Who is qualified to be the co-owner of the best person in the world?
How does a co-owner come about? What conspiracy is involved?
Since ancient times, there has been no coexistence between good and evil. The martial arts world has had decades of traditional rules and sects have their own rules. What is hidden behind this beautiful and beautiful phrase that eliminates the perception of black and white? Can the horrific blood catastrophes that the Dead City continuously creates be eradicated?
At this moment, a voice like thunder from the crowd in the audience said: "The leader of the Jingyi Gang, the red-faced spiritual official Hong Chen, is very impressed by the truth revealed by the host of the conference. I am the co-leader of the martial arts world. It is a precedent, but it can also be regarded as a century-old event. The co-host must be a person of great wisdom and talent, and he cannot be qualified. I propose that the host of the conference be the co-host!"
There were a few scattered applauses from the crowd.
It is a fact known to everyone that the former leader of the Jingyi Gang, Wuhu Youshang, died at the hands of his subordinates in the Dead City, but the new gang leader turned out to be shy and jealous.
There were boos and boos, which was indeed embarrassing for the leader of the gang.
The hags and evildoers on both sides of the stage stood up, their frightening gazes frightened the crowd, and the boos stopped immediately, leaving them all as silent as cicadas.
The red-faced and brocade-robed leader of the Jingyi Gang sat down with a sneer.
The leader of the Dead City Commandery said slowly: "I feel ashamed to be worthy of what Leader Hong has mentioned. To show my caution, I would like to ask all the leaders of the sects and gangs to move up to the stage and watch!"
Immediately, eighteen men in black lined up ten seats on both sides of the long table near the center of the stage.
The Lord of Death City Yingying stood up, raised his hand and said: "Please!"
The leader of Jingyi Gang was the first to take the stage, followed by Yu Su'e, the leader of Poyang Shiba Water Village. In the blink of an eye, about twelve people came on stage, all of them gangsters.
Nie Dao rolled his eyes and said gloomily: "Please invite the heads of the twelve sects to come on stage!" After the heads of each sect looked at each other for a while, headed by Shaolin Zen Master Wugou, they filed on stage. The colorful platform was ten feet wide, but even after dozens of people were added to it, it still seemed empty.
The last leader of each sect is a girl with a spiteful face. Shen Xubai stepped forward, cupped his hands to the girl and said, "The girl represents..."
"Tongbai faction!"
"Oh! Please give me your name, sir!"
"Cao Yueying, head of Tongbai!"
"Excuse me, please sit down!"
"snort!"
The Lord of the Dead City looked through the veil and glanced at the heads of each sect, and then said in a deep voice: "I specially invite a martial arts senior to be the supervisor of today's conference!" After speaking, he looked sideways at Shen Xubai and said: " Manager Shen?”
"The disciple is here!"
"Add a seat to the left of the table!"
"Obey the order!" A high-backed throne was placed on the left side of the long desk, which was considered the most respected position.
Everyone was shocked. What kind of person would the Martial Arts Leader invite to be the supervisor of the conference? It goes without saying that he must be a very remarkable person.
The Lord of Wulin raised his right hand high, looked at the audience, and said loudly: "Please ascend to the throne of the Immortal!"
As soon as the words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. No one expected that one of the two evils and one righteousness, one of the two evils and one righteousness, was also present at the meeting.
The immortal immortal, evil spirits, and hags all appeared. This was indeed a major event that shocked the martial arts world. If two evils and one righteousness are all caused by the dead city, the consequences are self-evident.
A fair-haired old man stood up from the eighth table seat in the third row. All eyes were focused on the white-haired old man.
The masters at the old man's table were all stunned. No one expected that the old man, who was not noticed at first, would be the legendary mysterious figure Immortal. There was a buzzing sound.
The Immortal Immortal is a very respectable and upright person. He is over a hundred years old. Why does he not practice cultivation in the late festival and be used by the City of Death to become a supervisor?
If the Lord of the Dead City asked the Immortal to be the supervisor of the conference out of sincerity, who could believe it?
"Ha! Ha! In the midst of great laughter, the Immortal Immortal got on the stage! The Lord of the Death City left his seat to greet him. The Immortal looked around at everyone on the stage with a smile, and sat down on the chair without humility. .
After the Lord of the Dead City returned to his seat, he said to the Immortal Immortal in a crisp voice: "The Immortal's presence here will greatly enhance the appearance of the attendant!"
"Easy to say!"
"Isn't it okay for the Immortal to express your unkindness to me?"
"Everything is predetermined, why should I object!"
This sentence, which was full of mysterious meaning, not only shocked the Lord of the Death City, but also all the heroes on the stage were stunned by it. It was unpredictable. What is all the predetermined decisions?
Nie Dao and Gui Po both nodded to the Immortal Immortal in courtesy, Nie Meng smiled sinisterly and said: "Two evils and one good, meeting again after sixty years, is indeed a good story in the martial arts world!"
The Immortal Immortal smiled and said: "It is truly a legend in the martial arts world that these two are honored as the Supreme Protectors of the Death City. I am worried about the title of Immortality. One day, the old will wither. If we are really old and not dead, we will be thieves of life, wouldn't we? Loneliness sucks!”
The expressions of the two evil spirits changed at the same time, and they remained silent.
The Lord of the Dead City said again: "Immortal Sir, what do you think of this conference?"
The Immortal Immortal laughed loudly and said: "I hate blood the most in my life, but as a martial artist, I can't do anything about it. I just make fun of it. I don't have any objection!" The answer was not what the question was asked, and it was also unpredictable and profound.
The Lord of the Dead City said: "It is rumored that the Immortal Master is proficient in Yili, and he is not sure of the future. What will be the outcome of this conference?"
The Immortal Immortal's face straightened and he said: "I haven't asked divination about this matter yet, so I'm sorry that it's difficult to answer. However, things in the world are like chess. If you make a mistake, the whole game will be lost. A well-educated chess player should be able to predict the outcome."
"The immortal man's words are like a rhyme, which is puzzling!"
"The Lord is a wise man; this is too modest a word!"
The Lord of the Dead City stopped answering and turned to the leaders on the stage: "I heard that there was once a dedicated martial artist who specially invited the mysterious old man from Tianshan to attend the meeting. It's a pity..." The conversation ended with a sharp look. , swept away the leaders of the twelve major sects, and then said: "It is a pity that the mysterious old man Ye has passed away. It is really a pity."
The members of each sect were as if they were struck by lightning, and their expressions changed miserably. When Patriarch Kongkong ordered his successor Ouyang Zhi to inform each sect, he secretly told the leaders that in order to avoid the death of the city as an excuse to wreak havoc on each sect, he hoped to attend the meeting on time, mysteriously. The old man will come forward to save this disaster.
Now, the only hope in the hearts of all the leaders of this existence has been shattered. Unexpectedly, the mysterious old man is no longer alive, and Patriarch Kong Kong has not shown up.
The voice of the leader of the Death City Order suddenly turned serious, and he said every word: "Now please hand over the letter holding talisman from each sect first. After the co-leader is born, the co-leader will keep it unified and keep it as a basis for future abide by it!"
Upon hearing this, all the heads of the sects were shocked and dumbfounded. The head's letter talisman is the spiritual symbol of a sect, how can it be handed over so easily. What is the purpose of the Lord of the Dead City's move? This is not like a meeting, it is simply a forced alliance under the city. The talisman of twelve sects falls into the hands of one person. How can the consequences be imagined? But, here and now, who speaks out against it?
With the current strength of the Death City, it can be said that it is easy to eliminate all the masters participating in the meeting. Not to mention evildoers and hags, the thirty-six death messengers on the guard platform can sweep the entire place.
The decline of the twelve sects is also the tragedy of the martial arts in the Central Plains.
All the underworld gangs presented their letters one after another, but only the Twelve Sects remained silent. The Lord of the Dead City said coldly: "Please hand over the letter talisman from the twelve sects!"
The new head of Shaolin, Zen Master Wugu, stood up and said, "My Buddha is compassionate. Could this be said to be an order from the Lord?"
The Lord of the Dead City said in a colder voice: "Master, this is the charter!"
"Who ordered the charter?"
“Convention!”
"But it was not recognized by the various sects present at the conference!"
"Master objects?"
"You can say that!"
The Lord of the Dead City smiled coldly and said: "Shaolin can withdraw from the conference!"
"That's exactly what I mean!"
"Your faction will be responsible for all consequences."
"What are the consequences of this?"
"The one who retreats will be the public enemy of martial arts!"
Master Wugou trembled all over and said in a trembling voice: "Is this also a chapter?"
"good!"
"That means the original intention of this conference is to have the martial arts community recognize Death City as its co-owner?"
"It depends on what everyone wants."
"The facts are very obvious, so the master must hide his ears and steal the bell..."
"Wugou, I respect you as the leader of this sect, so you should speak in a measured manner!"
Master Wugou was so angry that his whole body was shaking...
Suddenly, Cao Yueying, who was sitting at the end of the left column, said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty, I have something to say!"
The leader of the Dead City Order said without turning his head: "This is the head of Tongbaicao. Please tell me if you have anything to say."
"Years ago, your city kidnapped twelve sect leaders and extorted the traditional treasures of each sect. My father was killed. Five of the remaining sect leaders committed suicide on the spot, and the other six were destroyed afterwards, resulting in an unprecedented murder. This What does the Lord have to say?"
All the new heads of the various sects looked sad and angry, glaring angrily at the Lord of the Dead City.
The Lord of the Dead City snorted disdainfully: "Is Master Cao here to have a meeting, or is he here to seek revenge?"
"Nothing is wrong!"
"This has nothing to do with the meeting. Can it be resolved after the meeting?"
"How can this unprecedented tragedy in the martial arts world have nothing to do with the conference?"
"What does Master Cao mean?"
"Please let the Lord give a fair account!"
"Master Cao speaks on behalf of your noble sect, or on behalf of the twelve sects?", "Speaks on behalf of Wulin Justice!"
"Hmph, the Tongbai sect is dead in name only, and Head Cao's qualifications to attend still need to be discussed!"
Cao Yueying smiled sadly and said: "Your Majesty, seeking revenge is my qualification!"
"You want to sabotage the convention?"
"What a conference, it's just the Lord's conspiracy!"
"If Master Cao doesn't shut up, he will issue an order to expel guests in vain!"
"You might as well give it a try!"
The air suddenly became extremely tense.
Although the leaders of various sects, except Shaolin and Tongbai, were filled with grief and anger, due to the evil power of the dead city, the scholars kept silent, and no one spoke up to help. The leader of the dead city saw this weakness and Without any scruples, he immediately looked at the Immortal Immortal and said, "What does the supervisor have to say about this?"
The Immortal Immortal raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean, Lord?"
"Those who break the rules of the association will be expelled from the venue!"
"I'm afraid it can't be done!"
"Hey! What do you mean, Xian Weng?"
"Let the Lord sit down for a moment and we will see what happens!"
At this moment, an old man in black robe ran angrily behind the colorful platform. One of the thirty-six messengers who protected the platform turned around and stopped him: "What's the emergency, Master Jiang?"
"If there is any important situation, report it to the Lord immediately!"
"Please wait a moment!" He said, moved to the stairs behind the stage, and lowered his voice and said: "Please invite the chief guard!"
The first of the eight girls in palace makeup standing behind the Lord of the Dead City heard the sound and appeared behind the stage, frowning and said: "What's the matter?"
"Palace Master Jiang has something urgent to say!"
"Well!"
The old man in black robe hurried to the edge of the stage and whispered several times to the chief guard.
The chief guard's appearance changed, he turned around and came to the front desk, and whispered a report to the Lord of the Dead City. The Lord of the Dead City nodded and said in a deep voice: "I would like to invite two Supreme Protectors."
Nie Dao and Gu Po turned back to Chang An and said in unison: "What is your order, Lord?"
"I don't dare. It was reported that someone came to cause trouble and tried to sabotage the conference. I'd like to help you two bring the other party's head to see you!"
"Obey the order!" Two figures swung down the stage, passed over the heads of the congregation, and flew away.
All the representatives present at the meeting were shocked and confused. What kind of person appeared and actually mobilized two evil forces to deal with it? After the two Supreme Protectors disappeared, the Lord of the Dead City said, "The conference will continue!"
Cao Yueying, the leader of Tongbai, said in a cold voice: "Wait!"
"This is my last advice to Master Cao, don't be too arrogant!"
"Hmph, the secret book that Death City took from the Twelve Sects should be handed back first!"
“This will be explained later in the meeting!”
The Immortal Immortal smiled and said: "Why don't you tell the truth, Lord?"
"Xian Weng, what do you mean?"
"I am afraid that the Lord will not be able to explain the twelve secret manuals taken from each sect!"
"What?"
"The old man is saying that your city actually didn't get that batch of secrets!"
His words shocked the West Seat, and all the leaders of the various sects on the stage were shocked.
The Lord of the Dead City stood up from his seat in dismay and said sternly: "The Immortal must be responsible for what he said!"
"What responsibility do you want me to take?"
"In fact, it is just as the immortal said. Since the immortal knows the inside story, he must know the whereabouts of those secrets..."
"Is it going to fall on me?"
"I'm serious, please point out the whereabouts!"
"What if not?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to offend you!"
"Hahahaha, Your Majesty, someone will come forward to explain this case. There is no need for me to talk. The most important thing at the moment is to make contingency plans quickly!"
"strain!"
"Yes, I have a divination in my sleeve. The two Supreme Protectors may be in trouble!"
The Death City Master's delicate body trembled, and through the gauze, she could still see the horrified look in her eyes. It was obvious that these words shocked her. This was indeed a major event that affected the overall situation.
The leaders of each sect were shocked and surprised. Could there be a miracle that could save the catastrophe that was almost a foregone conclusion? The Immortal Immortal has studied Yili carefully, and what he said must not be just out of his mouth.
There was a terrible silence.
The Lord of the Dead City sat down slowly and was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking of a way to deal with it.
The reply narrates Yu Wenlie and Dongfang Ying who rushed to the meeting at the same time.
At noon, the two of them arrived in the canyon outside the black forest.
Yu Wenlie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We're here, I hope it's not too late!"
Dongfang Ying gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, then slowed down and said, "It won't be too late!"
Suddenly, several men in black appeared on the road, led by an old man in black robes, who shouted loudly: "Who are they?"
Yu Wenlie said coldly: "I'm here for the meeting!"
"Do you have any stickers for this city?"
"No!"
"Sign up..." The word "sign up" came out, and suddenly his expression changed drastically, and he said in a shrill voice: "Ghost guest!"
Yuwen Lie chuckled and said, "That's right, give way!"
The old man in black robe retreated subconsciously, glanced at Dongfang Ying and said, "And this friend..."
Yu Wenlie replied on his behalf: "The demon-subduing guest!" A ghost-eating ghost, a demon-subduing guest. From the perspective of the dead city, it makes people laugh and laugh.
The old man in black robe waved away his men, turned to the side of the road, and said: "Please!"
Yuwen Lie said in a serious tone: "You knew the opportunity and saved your life!" After saying that, he and Dongfang Yingjing ran towards the black forest.
As soon as the two people left, the old man in black robe took a shortcut and shot towards the dead city.
After passing through the canyon and crossing a patch of sunshine, there is the black forest that shields the dead city. It's eerie, scary, and chilling to the core. This was the third time Yu Wenlie came back, and his mood was completely different every time.
Dongfang Ying frowned and said, "Is this the so-called black forest?"
Zai Wenlie gestured with his hands and said: "Yes, after passing through the forest road, we will reach the dead city. Let's hurry!" He dodged twice in a row and arrived in front of the Yin and Yang Boundary Monument at the entrance of the forest road.
"Stop, whoever is coming!" Amidst the loud shouts, a man in white robe suddenly appeared, followed by eighteen men in black.
Yuwen Lie stopped unexpectedly, looked back at Dongfang Ying and said: "The messenger of death, the powerful minion of Death City, kill!"
When the Death Messenger saw the person coming clearly, he couldn't help shouting: "Ghost-eating guest!"
The eighteen men in black behind him changed their expressions as if they were struck by a snake or scorpion when they heard the word "Ghost Guest".
Dongfang Ying said calmly: "Your name is very loud!"
Yu Wenlie said: "Thank you." As he spoke, white shadows flashed, and ten messengers of death appeared one after another.
These terrifying figures who frightened black and white Taoists were not taken seriously in Yu Wenlie's mind at this moment. He glanced at the ten envoys blocking the way with his frightening eyes and said in a cold voice: "What do you want?"
One of the messengers said ferociously: "Your name is not included in the list of the conference!"
"That's another matter. I'm here specifically to attend the meeting today."
"I'm sorry, please turn back!"
"Are you looking for death?"
These words made the ten envoys suddenly change their expressions, and another one said angrily: "Gui Ke, you are the one seeking death!"
"You must not give way?"
"Can't do it!"
"In order to buy time, I have no choice but to take action to clear the way!" As soon as the words were spoken, people rushed towards him with lightning.
"Wow!" Amidst the miserable howl, a messenger's head was shattered and his forehead was split, and his body was lying on the spot.
"Go!" As Su shouted, all nine envoys took action.
Dongfang Ying turned around and blocked three of them.
Yu Wenlie came with murderous intentions in his heart, and he would never show mercy. Within the reach of his palm, figures flew everywhere, the sound of miserable howls could be heard, and the death messengers fell down one after another. The scene is thrilling and thrilling.
The three envoys who engaged Dongfang Ying, after several encounters, one was dead, the other was injured, and the remaining one was in danger, but he may not dare to retreat due to the order.
Yu Wenlie killed five people in succession.
"Stop!" A deafening roar spread, and two figures began to fight in the circle. Both sides stopped unexpectedly.
The three remaining Death Messengers exited the circle in embarrassment, panting heavily.
Yu Wenlie laughed wildly and said: "Evil way, hag, you two are well on your way!"
The evildoer and the hag both shouted ferociously: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Yu Wenlie turned around to face the evildoer and said coldly: "Qiu Guangzu, if the mountains don't turn around, we'll be in trouble again."
Nie Dao laughed strangely and said: "Yu Wen Lie, you are dead today!"
Yu Wenlie was startled, and suddenly realized that the ghost woman was one of the few people who knew her identity. Since she had thrown herself into the city of death, of course she had revealed the secret, and it was unnecessary to cover her face. But he was not ready to take off the mask yet, and in his mind, he said sternly: "Qiu Guangzu, stop talking nonsense, and hand over the Ghost King's Demon Control Record before you die!"
The hag seemed to be extremely surprised and said, "What? Did you get the Ghost King's Demon Control Record?"
Nie Dao glared and said, "Don't listen to this nonsense!"
Yu Wenlie snorted disdainfully from his nostrils and said: "Qiu Guangzu, take it out as soon as possible!"
Not long ago, the evil Dao Qiu Guangzu hijacked Dongfang Ying and forced Yu Wenlie to exchange the Ghost King's Demonic Record. He secretly plotted a vicious attack and almost destroyed Dongfang Ying. Not only Yu Wenlie wanted to kill him, but Dongfang Ying also hated him to the bone. At the same time, the evil Dao , the ghost woman broke her original promise to the mysterious old man and came back to do evil, which also made Dongfang Ying want to kill the other party, but she was unable to do anything. Now that Yu Wenlie came forward to mention it, Dongfang Ying couldn't bear it and scolded her fiercely. : "Qiu Guangzu, you are the most shameless scum in the martial arts world!"
The evil man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said sideways: "Since the mysterious old ghost is no longer alive, I'll use you, a little bastard, to get rid of the bad breath I had back then!"
The ghost woman paused with her crutch in her hand and said, "Is this the descendant of the mysterious old ghost?"
"Who says it's not!"
"Okay! Boy, I'll take care of you!" Where the palm was raised, a dark wind swept towards Dongfang Ying.
At the same time, Nie Dao also attacked Yuwen Lie.
A frightening struggle began. In an instant, the palms were thundering, and the shadows were like mountains.
Yu Wenlie's murderous intention was blazing, and he took a hard stance with his palms. The five of them faced each other, and the evil spirit had retreated eight feet.
The ghost woman and Dongfang Ying on the side were also fighting inextricably, but Dongfang Ying was half as skilled, and he was using his bare hands to fight with weapons, so he was inevitably dwarfed by them, but for a while, he could barely cope.
Amidst the loud shouts, a palm that could crack open a stone monument was stamped on Yu Wenlie's chest. He thought that Yu Wenlie would be seriously injured even if he died with this palm, but the truth was completely wrong. Where the palm fell, it was like breaking leather. The potential for a stock rebound surged like a mountain, and the feeling of neutrality in my heart was not good. I pulled away with lightning, but it was a step too late.
"Bang!" With a pitiful groan, Yu Wenlie counterattacked with a faster technique. Blood spurted from his mouth and he staggered back.
"Under the body!"
Yuwen Lie struck out with one palm, followed by another.
"Wow!" Evil Dao Qiu Guangzu fell down in response.
Under the crazy attack of the ghost woman, she was so forced that Dongfang Ying had no power to fight back. Seeing that the evildoer could not get out of ten encounters, all the dead souls appeared at once. She was determined to give up, but her grip did not loosen.
Yu Wenlie grabbed Nie Dao and shouted: "Will you hand it over?"
Nie Dao hissed: "It can't be done!"
"Push!" Amidst the miserable screams, blood burst out, and half of the evildoer's head was cut off by Yu Wenlie's palm, and he died instantly.
When the ghost woman saw him, her liver and gallbladder became cold. She turned around suddenly, forced Dongfang Ying away, turned around and ran away.
"Where to go!" Yu Wenlie dropped the evil corpse and stepped forward to block it.
The ghost woman was so frightened that she used her crutch to perform three unique moves in a row, covering Yu Wenlie fiercely.
Yu Wenlie jumped back three feet and struck out with a palm. This palm had already used ten of his power. In the fierce wind, the ghost woman couldn't use her crutches. The strength that shook the mountains and mountains made the female ghost, who had rarely encountered an opponent in her life, retreat.
Dongfang Ying stood back and watched the battle. The three remaining Death Messengers and their men, with pale faces, retreated to the far edge of the forest, trembling.
Yu Wenlie was anxious about the situation of Wanliu's return clan meeting, and he didn't want to dwell on it any longer, so he struck out with his second palm like flying. The ghost woman's white hair was solid, and she let out a strange roar in her mouth, instead of retreating, she advanced instead. She held the staff in her hand and used the internal strength of a lifetime of cultivation to sweep it out suddenly with the strength of a mountain palm. This attack was aimed at death and was frighteningly powerful.
Yu Wenlie's right palm did not change the force of the strike, and his left palm gathered enough strength to move horizontally towards the staff. Except for Yu Wenlie, who possesses the indestructible power of the Vajra, no one dares to use this style of fighting.
"Bang!" The palm struck the middle of the crutch, and the powerful crutch swung away.
"Boom!" Then there was a violent earthquake, sparks shot out, and stone chips flew into the air. A huge Yin-Yang stone tablet weighing more than several thousand kilograms was smashed into a pile of stone chips by the swinging walking stick.
With a mournful groan, the hag retreated, blood gurgling from the tiger's mouth. Dongfang Ying looked on in shock. The Death Messenger and his entourage even had their souls leave their bodies. He can seal the crutch with his fleshy palm and use all his strength to break stones and stone tablets. This kind of skill has reached the limit of the human body.
Yu Wenlie flicked his head without relaxing, gritted his teeth and said: "Ghost, I had no intention of killing you, but for the sake of the common people in the world and the fate of the martial arts, I have no choice but to take your life." He pushed her to the chest with a shout.
The ghost woman's old face was so sad that it was three points better than a ghost. With no hope of escape, she had no choice but to fight with all her strength. She circled her palms and a dark wind was swept out. No master would dare to take advantage of this palm, but Yu Wenlie's body He has more than three hundred years of skill and has mastered the magical skills contained in the "Xuan Yuan Jing". In comparison, he is much stronger than his opponent.
There was a loud noise that shook the sky, and within eight steps, the trees were broken and the grass was destroyed, and the sand and gravel rolled into a curtain, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
When the wind stopped and the sand subsided, I saw that the hag had retreated more than three feet away from the original place. Blood was pouring out of her mouth, her body was trembling, and her face was so distorted that it lost its original shape.
This is indeed a thrilling scene. In a few encounters, two demons that were rare in a century were destroyed. It is almost a myth.
The ghost woman's lips moved, and she said a few words in and out: "Okay... hello, kid." With a "bang!", she fell down.
Yu Wenlie thought about her successor Qiu Wen, and because he did not want to betray his master, and he did not want to join the devil, he committed suicide to find relief, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
The three Death Messengers and their men scurried away when the hag was injured.
Before Yu Wenlie approached Nie Dao's body, he stretched out his hand and touched it, took back the cover of the Ghost King's Demon Control Record, and sighed with emotion: "I have a treasure in my hand, but I don't have to look for it to lurk, but I want to die. Is it God's will? Or is it fate? "
Dongfang Ying looked at the sun and said, "Brother Lie, let's go!"
"Let's go!"
Within the venue.
Under the stage, hundreds of representatives of various sects were sitting on pins and needles in the stifling atmosphere. Only some of the gangs who had secretly been trapped by the dead city were leisurely and contented.
On the stage, the Lord of the Death City was shocked by what the Immortal said. She did not believe that the evildoers, the hags, and the ten messengers of death could not deal with the intruders. However, in fact, the two evil spirits did not come back to life. , is it true that as the Immortal Immortal said, the two evil spirits are gone forever?
Although the heads of the various sects did not know who was coming, one was happy and the other was frightened, sincerely hoping that someone could save the bad luck with a saving hand.
From the fact that the Lord of the Dead City forced him to hand over the leader's talisman, it fully explained the opponent's intention. If the lifeblood of the martial arts falls into the hands of the devil, it will be an unprecedented tragedy.
The blood feud between various sects and the dead city has not been diluted by the passage of time. But, who has the power to dare to seek revenge?
The air seemed to have frozen, making people feel suffocating. There were only two people in Taiwan whose expressions were most obvious. The smile of the Immortal Immortal and the resentment of Cao Yueying, the leader of the Tongbai Sect, became a striking contrast.
Suddenly, a messenger of death arrived backstage faster than lightning.
The chief guard took the initiative to retreat from the background, then reappeared in an instant, bowing his head and speaking a few words in a hurry in the ear of the Lord of the Dead City.
The Lord of the Dead City, Huo Di, left his seat and announced in a solemn voice: "The conference is suspended. Dear friends, please do not leave!"
There was a commotion in the field.
The Lord of the Dead City then said: "Protector of the West!"
The old man in black robe from the west, who was sitting on the stage, stood up and bowed, saying: "My subordinate is here!"
"Each of the Western Regions will lead nine envoys to maintain order at the venue. Anyone who makes any unusual move will be killed!"
"Obey the order!" The Western Protector stepped down from the stage, each with nine death messengers, occupying the western part of the venue.
"Manager Shen!"
"The disciple is here!"
"Follow the original contingency plan!"
"Your Majesty!" Shen Xubai stepped off the stage and left.
Cao Yueying stood up abruptly, with the flames of hatred burning in her eyes, waiting for...
The Immortal Immortal's smile faded and he said in a deep voice: "Master Cao, please don't act rashly!"
The Lord of the Dead City looked at Cao Yueying with eyes that were as cold as lightning, and retreated behind the stage. The eight guard girls also retreated. Cao Yueying gritted her teeth and sat back down.
The scene seems extremely strange, and no one knows what changes will happen.
Let's talk about Yu Wenlie and Dongfang Ying running for a while, looking around, they walked through the forest road, and in the distance they could see the venue where people gathered, especially the huge colorful stage, which was the most frightening.
Yu Wenlie said with excitement: "We're here, it looks like it's not too late!"
The words just fell. A figure flew over. The two of them stopped unexpectedly and waited.
The figure blinked in front of him, and it turned out to be a young man dressed as a scholar.
When Yu Wenlie saw the person coming, he suddenly felt murderous thoughts and said coldly: "Shen Xubai, is it you?"
Shen Xubai smiled sinisterly and said, "Brother Lie, it's been a long time!"
"Shen Xubai, last time I spared you for the sake of your late father's trust before his death, but you didn't know how to look back, and you were so shy that you took revenge. You are not a human being at all, and you don't even have any humanity. Today you are dead!"
Shen Xubai subconsciously took a step back, his face turning blue and white, but a cunning person has his own unique calming skills. He immediately cupped his fists and said: "Brother Lie is right to blame, but I have something to hide!"
"Whoever calls you a brother, don't think I will let him go."
"Let's not talk about this matter for now. I have been ordered by the Lord to invite you and this Tianshan friend!"
"No need to invite me, I'll be there on my own!"
"My Lord is waiting for you at the Lost Soul Platform!"
"What, the Lost Soul Platform?"
"It's not far from here, only a hundred feet away!"
"lead the way!"
Dongfang Ying said: "Brother Lie, beware of conspiracy!"
Yu Wenlie said sternly: "The ghost's behavior is nothing to worry about!"
Shen Xubai took the lead and led the way, running in the opposite direction to the venue, crossing the forest and speeding along the city. In the blink of an eye, a five-foot-high stone platform appeared in front of him. It was built on the back of the mountain, at an angle to the dead city.
On the stage, a woman covered in black veil stood as tall as a statue. Behind her were eight girls in palace makeup.
Shen Xubai leaped onto the stage, bowed and said, "Bring it to me!"
"Okay, get down!"
Shen Xubai disappeared from the back of the stage.
Yuwen Lie glanced at Dongfang Ying, and both of them stepped onto the stage.
The Lord of the Dead City said coldly: "Yu Wenlie, why don't you take off your veil?"
Yu Wenlie sneered and said, "Why not!" He stretched out his hand to remove his purple shirt, restored his white outfit, and then took off his purple scarf.
The Lord of Death City couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah! You..."
Yu Wenlie said disdainfully: "There should be a brand on the lower forehead, right?"
"Boy, if I had chopped you to death with one palm, I would have saved you a lot of trouble..."
"Hey, I regret my mistake, but it's too late!"
"This friend is a disciple of the mysterious old man in Tianshan?"
"That's right, I'm here to participate in the Death City's delisting ceremony!"
"Boy, you have such a crazy tone, let me tell you, this is the Lost Soul Platform!"
"The Lord found a good place to be buried first!"
"Hahahaha!" In a crisp laugh filled with murderous intent, the Lord of the Dead City unexpectedly pulled off his veil.
"Ah!" Yu Wenlie exclaimed in surprise and took three steps back. The Lord of the Death City was suddenly the middle-aged beautiful woman who was so cruel to everyone, and she was also Bai Xiaoling's mother.
He really couldn't estimate Bai Xiaoling's mother, but the terrifying figure who shocked the martial arts world - the Lord of the Dead City.
The Lord of the Dead City said coldly: "Yu Wenlie, you can't think of it, right?"
"I really can't think of it!" He replied, but a huge change occurred in his heart. The answer to the mystery was finally revealed. No wonder Bai Xiaoling helped him so conveniently. It turned out that she was the daughter of the Lord, and it was a mistake for the other party to force him to kill Xinxinren. He believes that the man who killed the heart is Bai Shiqi who escaped from the dead city. From this point of view, there is no doubt that the masked woman in black is Bai Xiaoling's sister.
Gratitude, love, hatred and resentment were spinning rapidly in his mind.
Bai Xiaoling made a request not to hurt her mother under any circumstances. It turned out that this was one of the reasons, but could she let the succubus go because of her children's selfishness?
The Lord of the Dead City said quietly: "Yu Wenlie, take your life!"
"dream!"
"You might as well wait and see!"
The eyes of the Lord of the Dead City suddenly shone brightly, and the first light shone on Yuwen Lie's face.
When Yuwen Lie's eyes met the other person's, his heart suddenly shook, and his mind began to wander.
The Lord of the Dead City slowly moved forward and said, "Yu Wenlie, I didn't expect you to still be so quiet!"
Zi Wenlie's current cultivation level is different from what it used to be, and his intelligence has improved. The mind was restored immediately.
"Look at the palm!" A mountain of palm force hit Yu Wenlie's chest.
Yu Wenlie's mind was in a state of confusion, and his reaction was naturally slower, so he could not avoid this sudden blow.
"Bang!" Yu Wenlie's figure flew towards the audience.
Dongfang Ying was shocked out of her body and shouted angrily, but she couldn't stop this tragedy from happening within seconds.
There was another loud "Bang!", and the Lord of the Dead City sent Yu Wenlie flying with one palm. Then he closed his palm and faced Dongfang Ying's attack. Both sides took a big step back.
One is attacking with all his strength, and the other is counterattacking smoothly. The level of skill has been clearly determined.
Dongfang Yingfang was heartbroken. She had no time to explore Yu Wenlie's life and death. She shouted again and took action again. As a disciple of the mysterious old man, her skills were extraordinary. After a fierce attack, she even forced the Lord of Death City to retreat. Three steps to the west will give you a chance to fight back. In the blink of an eye, after five encounters, the Lord of the Dead City defeated the opponent with his internal strength and sealed him with a hard palm. Amidst the powerful thunder, Dongfang Ying was shaken and staggered back. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes came into contact with the Lord of the Dead City, and he was immediately distracted and unable to move.
The Lord of the Dead City waved his hand and said: "Take it!"
Two guard girls came out in response, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing Dongfang Ying.
At this moment, two shrill screams broke through the air. Two guards who were ordered to capture Dongfang Ying were both found dead on the spot.
Yu Wenlie appeared on the stage like a ghost and stood in front of Dongfang Ying.
Since he has mastered the indestructible power of the Vajra, the palm of the Lord of the Dead City certainly cannot hurt him. He was just distracted and was attacked, so he couldn't fight back. After falling down, he bounced back up and regained his composure. Flying onto the stage, he caught up with Dongfang Ying being controlled by the devil's eye, and the two girls in palace makeup took action to capture him. He destroyed the two girls with lightning speed.
The death seal caused the master's pink cheeks to turn tragically. She could never have imagined that in just a short period of time, Yu Wenlie would develop such shocking mysticism skills. She said in shock: "You... you are not dead?"
Yu Wen Lie had a terrifying murderous intention on his face, and said in a cold voice: "Have you disappointed the Lord?"
"You, have you obtained the martial arts hidden in the Forbidden Palace?"
"It's okay to tell you, that's exactly what it is!"
"Boy, don't be complacent, you are dead..."
"This is exactly what I want to say to my Lord!"
Dongfang Ying regained consciousness at this time, snorted coldly, and pounced on the six girls in palace makeup, one to six, and the two sides immediately fought inextricably.
Each of these six girls in palace makeup is slightly more skilled than the Death Messenger, so it was not easy for Dongfang Ying to succeed.
"stop"
Then there was a mournful groan. Dongfang Ying's mouth spattered with blood and she retreated ten feet away.
In the field, there was a strange man who looked like a flesh ball. His eyes were shining with green light, and he was looking at Yu Wenlie.
The six girls bowed their heads and said in unison: "See you, Your Majesty!"
Yu Wenlie was shocked, Your Majesty, who is your Majesty? Is there anyone behind the leader of the Dead City?
The weird man who looked like a meat ball opened his bloody mouth and said with a strange smile: "Boy, you have the guts to do it myself. Madam, stand away!" The Lord of the Dead City faintly stepped back ten feet away.
Yu Wenlie thought anxiously: Madam? Then this monster is the husband of the Lord of the Dead City, and he is also the father of Bai Xiaoling. This is unbelievable.
The weirdo rolled his triangular eyes, his short beard stood up like a hedgehog, and said in a harsh voice: "Boy, how do you want to die?"
Yu Wenlie felt uneasy in his heart and asked deliberately: "Who is your master?"
"The Supreme Lord of the Dead City!"
“Daimyo?”
"You don't deserve to ask!"
"If you die, wouldn't you become an unknown person in my memory?"
"Ah! What an arrogant boy!" The fat and short claws came out to grab the phlegm. The speed of this grab was unbelievable, and the attack was so strange and fierce that it could be said to be unparalleled in the world. Yu Wenlie was inevitably grabbed by his left shoulder.
The Death City Taishang's five fingers exerted great force, as if they were grasping an iron man, and his color suddenly changed in horror.
"Let go!" With loud shouts, Yu Wenlie swung his right hand quickly and hit the opponent's chest. Even cast iron and copper cannot withstand this palm.
"Bang!" With a grunt, the Death City Taishang's body, which was like a ball of flesh, rolled and crashed out. He stopped two feet away and returned to Yuwen Lie in a flash.
Yu Wenlie couldn't help but feel chills in his heart. This kind of skill had indeed reached the level of Tongxuan. His close attack with a palm could not hurt the opponent.
The Supreme Lord of Death City made a move between his palms. Yu Wenlie greeted him with a wave of his hand. The two rare masters suddenly started a fierce fight. The wind in the palm is like thunder, and the energy overflows from the west. An expert like the Lord of the Dead City could not stop within three feet. The six girls in palace makeup have retreated to the edge of the stage, all of them with earth-colored faces.
Dongfang Ying also lost her beauty and moved to Xizhang away.
In the blink of an eye, fifty moves passed. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun was dark, which was shocking to the eye.
"Bang! Bang!" The two sides only attacked but did not defend in succession. Each hit the other's palm several times, and the figures suddenly separated. Yuwen Liejun's face was pale, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing could be heard several feet away.
The Death City Prince's mouth was full of blood, and he was as fierce as a ghost. Obviously, there is not much difference in skill between the two sides.
Yu Wen Lie's mind was racing. If he continued to fight, both sides would most likely suffer losses; while the Lord of the Dead City was watching eagerly from the side, Dongfang Ying's skill was indeed extraordinary, but he could not withstand the opponent's demonic eyes, and the Wanliu Returning Clan Conference was also at stake. The fate of the entire Central Plains martial arts world must be stopped. If a quick decision is not taken, the consequences will be disastrous.
In his mind, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the strange flat-headed sword. A bright light reflected the sun, but there was an indescribable feeling of darkness that made people dare not look at it.
The Supreme Lord of the Dead City shouted hoarsely: "The Sword of the King of Hell!" Originally, the Sword of the King of Hell was not scary in the eyes of a master like him. What was scary was the skill of the sword holder. With Yu Wenlie's cultivation level, plus this reason It is difficult to estimate the power of strange swords that vary from person to person.
The face of the Lord of the Dead City became extremely ugly, and he actually moved into the circle. It seemed that she might join forces with her husband to attack.
Dongfang Yingyu gritted her teeth and turned around.
After the air was relaxed for a while, it became extremely tense again.
Yu Wenlie shouted in a deep voice: "Brother Ying, please don't interfere!"
Dongzhu Ying stopped when she heard the sound, but her eyes were fixed on the Lord of Death City. Although she knew that the opponent's Demon Eye was powerful, she was ready to take a risk if necessary.
On the other side, considerable changes have taken place within the venue. Thirty-six death messengers led by Protector Xi monitored the entire scene from different directions in the west. I am afraid that decent people will suddenly attack. Shortly after the Lord of the Death City left, the Third Protector of the West and thirty-six Death Messengers suddenly fell to death on the scene without a sound. The sudden change caused a riot.
The Immortal Immortal appeared on the edge of the stage and yelled: "Don't move!" The voice was not loud, but it made every expert present feel like a thorn in their eardrums, and the roar suddenly stopped. Everyone expected that unexpected changes were going to happen.
The Immortal Immortal had a solemn look on his face, looking at the seat on the right, and said: "Please ask the heads of Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, and Qingcheng West to order the disciples of this sect to monitor the Sect's followers and minions at the scene!"
The head of the West immediately stood up and issued orders, and dozens of decent experts took control of the venue. Some Jianghu gangs who had surrendered to the city a long time ago were suddenly confused and uneasy, but they did not dare to act.
The only remaining Dharma Protector of the Dead City here hurried to the Immortal Immortal and said: "Old senior, please give me instructions!"
"Everything is arranged according to the original plan?"
"Okay, you go down and wait for my signal to activate!"
"Yes!" The old man in black robe quickly stepped down and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Why did those protectors and messengers of death suddenly fall? Why is this protector under the command of the immortal immortal? What is the secret plan? What the hell is the Immortal Immortal doing? What kind of person is intruding into the meeting outside...
All this is like a layer of fog, shrouding everyone's mind.
The Immortal Immortal nodded towards Cao Yueying, and Cao Yueying stepped off the stage and ran away. After a period of commotion, the scene became silent again, but the silence heralded the coming of a storm.
In the dead city, there was no movement, either because they were unaware of the change or because no one had given orders.
On the stage of lost souls, Yu Wenlie held the Hell Sword in his hand and faced off against the Supreme Lord of the Dead City. He faced the Lord of the Dead City to the side and behind him without even batting an eyelid.
Both sides are ready to take action. This battle is not only related to personal life and death, but also related to the fate of the entire martial arts world. Yu Wenlie is the center of gravity of this fate. He wins and turns the tide, but loses and the martial arts world changes color.
The scene was solemn and solemn, as if time had stopped running.
Yu Wenlie took a big step forward, and the King of Hell sword raised its attack position.
The bloated and short figure of the Death City Taishang also moved forward three feet. The distance between the two sides was as short as eight feet. The Lord of Death City's cheeks were ashen and beads of sweat rolled down his face.
The two sides are competing for concentration and seizing the opportunity to take action. If either party relaxes for a moment, they will immediately suffer a fatal blow. Dongfang Ying was affected by this scene and was so nervous that she sweated through her clothes. Time stands still in the confrontation. This kind of scene can make a master with a lower level of cultivation have a mental breakdown. Yu Wenlie raised the King of Hell Sword at an angle, and the sword's radiance was already more than ten feet high. All his power was poured into the sword body, preparing for a shocking blow.
The hands of the Supreme Lord of Death City have become more than twice as thick as before, and looking at them makes one's heart palpitate.
Finally, the Death City Supreme Being couldn't hold him back and struck out with a flash. The palms of Tai Shen's hands trembled...
—A sword energy, tearing through the air with a sound. Just a flash, a flash like an explosion of sparks. "Bang!" With a muffled groan, the Death City Supreme Lord's palm force was shaken back by the energy, and he staggered back a few steps.
Everything became silent again, as if nothing had happened. Dongfang Ying's thoughts moved, but the situation had already stopped. The sword of the King of Hell in Yu Wenlie's hand has changed from being held diagonally to hanging down. The Death City Supreme Lord's palms were in a semi-strike position. Besides, nothing changes.
"Bang!" Bloody light burst out, and the Death City Taishang fell down suddenly. From his head down, he was neatly divided into two pieces, with his liver, brain, intestines and belly covered with scrofula.
The ear-piercing exclamations came from the mouths of six medium-haired girls standing on the mountainside in the distance. The Death Castle Taishang, who was regarded as a god, was split in half, making it impossible for people to accept this as a fact.
Dongfang Ying was stunned for a long time before reaching out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
The face of the Lord of Death City was twisted, and his delicate body was trembling.
Yuwen Lie's face was as cold as ice, and he slowly turned around to face the Lord of the Dead City, and said in a loud voice: "Please answer the following questions before you die."
The Lord of the Dead City suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, saying: "Yu Wenlie, you are still alive, what are you so proud of!"
"That is another matter. Now please answer, what is the hatred between your master and our ancestor Tiexin Shura?"
"I hate him, he is despicable and shameless!"
"Please make it clear!"
"That's it."
"Why is Bai Shiqi, the leader of the Kamikaze Gang, being persecuted?"
"You don't have to know this!"
"Hmph, please explain the treasure of the twelve sects first."
"Explain, explain to you? You don't deserve it!"
Yuwen Lie's murderous intention was blazing, he raised his sword and said sternly: "What the dead city has done, both humans and gods are angry, take your life!"
Suddenly, a voice from far away said: "Yu Wenlie, what do you think this is?"
Yu Wenlie was secretly shocked and looked up. Two men in black were holding up a wooden frame. A woman was tied to the wooden frame. Shen Xubai followed closely beside the wooden frame and slowly moved from the side of the mountain. Stopped five feet away. The man in black put down the wooden frame and retreated.
It turns out that there is a secret passage on the side of the Lost Soul Platform connected to the city.
When Yu Wenlie saw clearly that the one who was tied up was a masked woman in black, his liver and gallbladder exploded. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Your Majesty, is that your daughter who is tied up?"
The Lord of Death City moved ten feet closer to the wooden frame and then replied: "Not bad!"
"What are you going to do with her?"
"Ling Chi is chopped into pieces!"
"What, you want to kill her?"
"That's right!"
"Tiger's poison does not eat its food, so the Lord's heart is far more heart-warming than that of a jackal!"
"Yu Wenlie, you should understand the reason for killing her?"
"Yes, she once rescued me from the city of death!"
·Only this end? "
"Um!"
"Look who she is again?"
Shen Xubai pulled off the woman's veil. Yuwen Lie glanced around and almost fainted. The masked woman in black was clearly Bai Xiaoling herself. Oh my God! I should have thought of this earlier, but Jing didn't. Didn’t he also change his voice under the alias of Gui Ke? Of course Bai Xiaoling can do the same.
The pink face of the beauty Sai Tianxian has become so haggard that it no longer looks as bright as before.
Without Bai Xiaoling, he would have died long ago! Without Bai Xiaoling, he would not have achieved what he has today! How could he forget that ocean-like affection and mountain-like kindness.
Shen Xubai had a wicked smile on his face, holding a long sword flatly, with the tip of the sword pointing under Bai Xiaoling's ribs.
The veins on Yuwen Lie's forehead were exposed, the blood flow accelerated, and sweat poured down like rain. He was not nervous even when he was fighting to the death of Cheng Taishang.
He killed Bai Xiaoling's father, and now he wants to kill her mother, but her mother wants to kill her. This tangled love and hatred, coupled with the moral righteousness, is like a mess with no clue.
He couldn't help shouting: "Lingmei!"
Bai Xiaoling raised her head and her sluggish eyes took a long time to show a glimmer of light. Her pink cheeks changed, and her eyes flashed with resentment and misery. She responded in a low voice: "Brother Lie, it's...you..." Every word is like a handful. The knife pierced Yu Wenlie's heart.
Yuwen Lie's steel teeth almost shattered, and he turned around and asked the Lord of Death City in a stern voice: "Do you really want to kill her?"
"certainly!"
"You don't mean it!"
"Why?"
"She is your daughter, a close relative of flesh and blood!"
"Haha, my daughter, she behaved contrary to her moral principles, rebelled against her family and aided the enemy, deceived her teachers and destroyed her ancestors. A hundred deaths will not be enough to repay her guilt!"
"Why should Feng punish her in front of me?"
"Because she committed the crime for you!"
Yuwen Lie's whole body trembled and he took two steps back. Bai Xiaoling's sad voice came from over there: "Brother Lie, I deserve what I deserve!"
