"Return to the shadow master," he still leaned down respectfully, his tone was as usual, "The shadow skeleton is still awake, but there is no fear of life. As for 'him'..."
Having said this, Xiao Wuye slowly stopped talking.
Gui Xiao Zhangyuan couldn't hear what was going on and looked back at him.
Xiao Wuye's expression didn't look very optimistic. Gui Xiao Changyuan's thoughts moved slightly, and he sighed lightly: "With his nature, just torture him slowly. You don't have to blame yourself."
Xiao Wuye nodded. But at this moment, a strange and soul-stirring roar suddenly came from a closed place deep in the ground.
The sound penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, causing the rock formations to tremble. The flames suddenly trembled, and wisps of faint blue smoke came out.
"Uh..." Xiao Wuye felt a pain in his eardrums.
Ghost Xiao Changyuan remained silent, his expression unable to tell whether he was angry or happy. He silently listened to the resentment that seemed to come from the underworld, but the corners of his mouth slowly rose.
Soon, the strange roaring sound subsided.
The surroundings returned to calm at the same time. Xiao Wuye took his hands away from his ears, lowered his head and sighed: "Oh, it's once again."
"...Thank you for your hard work." Gui Xiao Changyuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Although he expressed relief, it was extremely cold.
Xiao Wuye shook his head. Although he was a little tired, he still looked energetic.
How could Gui Xiao Changyuan not see his state? After thinking for a moment, he slowly said, "Let's go out and relax. By the way, let's see if 'Handle' is still enjoying life."
Xiao Wuye became conscious. He rubbed his eyes and nodded to the shadow master: "My subordinate will go right away."
Without a moment's delay, Xiao Wuye immediately walked out. But he seemed to think of something else and stopped suddenly.
"Shadow Master, that Xi Zishi..." Xiao Wuye asked a little worriedly.
"It's nothing." Gui Xiao Changyuan said in a steady tone, "He has the handle and he doesn't dare to mess around. At this moment, he should be on his way to Jinji Fengjian."
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On the boundary of Qiongtian Palace, Qingya Academy, the most powerful of the three outer sects' garrison areas, fell into boundless murderous intent early in the morning.
The winding stone paths are mottled, and under the cliffs of the ancient road, there should be lush green trees, but instead they are densely covered with killing arrays, surrounding them from all directions.
As the blood mist filled the air, a group of soldiers were waiting below, looking even more murderous. The sonorous sound of fighting broke through the quiet atmosphere of Qing Dynasty, like the reaper of the God of Death, but at this moment, it was targeting Langran Academy, which was supposed to be uncontested in the world.
At this moment, the academy on the mountain was in chaos. The noisy chatter of Confucian scholars seemed to reach down the mountain.
The peaks are magnificent and the autumn scenery remains. The jungle was full of vitality, and under a jungle bathed in golden color, a man stood majestically at the head of the group of soldiers, looking up with eager eyes.
"The leader of the three sects in the lower world is disappointing to see today."
Jiuchongquan rubbed his halberd with his palm, feeling a fire in his chest that had nowhere to vent.
After the decisive battle between the shadow masters a few days ago, Jiuche Xiaoying's deployment began to shrink. At the same time, due to the widespread crackdown on Lichou Pill addiction on the Righteous side, the number of their elites continued to decrease. As a result, he felt even more depressed as a war general.
At this moment, of the huge forces in the Lower World, only the Three Religions and the Golden Ji Fengjian can be seen. According to the instructions of the film owner, he led the troops to capture the three religions, and Xi Zishi led the troops to defeat Jinji Fengjian.
For him, although he would rather go to Jinji Fengjian to seek revenge from his "old friends", since the three religions are so powerful, it is not unacceptable to him.
However, coming to the rumored Qingya Academy in person today made him very dissatisfied.
"They're just a bunch of scholars." He snorted, his brows full of disdain, "It seems like there aren't any strong people among them."
The noise on the mountain only added to his anger. He thought to himself that since these scholars didn't know what to do, it would be better for him to personally show them the way.
After making this decision, he immediately turned around and told his subordinates, Lieutenant General Yan Daju: "You guys wait here, I will go up alone."
Yan Daju was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, he saw that his general had disappeared.
To his surprise, he saw a figure climbing vigorously up among the jungle peaks. Soon, Jiuchongquan's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes and could no longer be seen.
At this time, outside Qingya Academy.
A group of Confucian scholars from the Wusheng Academy escorted the fellow practitioners who were not good at martial arts to escape, and at the same time, they hurriedly formed formations under the command of the martial arts masters. There was a commotion at the huge mountain gate, and the atmosphere of the Qing Dynasty in the past suddenly became chaotic.
Interlacing figures kept passing by, and Yi Laoxuan and others stood in front of the mountain gate, commanding everyone at the top of their lungs. But not long after, their voices became hoarse, but they still did not change the chaotic situation.
Some Confucian scholars stepped on each other while running around, causing more people to fall down. For a while, there were endless ouch sounds, and the chaos escalated to a higher level.
"Master, the arrangement of the Rentian Sword Formation has been completed." In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a young man who had been knocked out of his scholarly crown finally passed through the crowd and brought some results to Yi Laoxuan and others.
"Very good!" Yi Laoxuan said hoarsely and patted the young man on the shoulder, "A group of thieves and gentle scum at the foot of the mountain took advantage of the unpreparedness of the mountain gate to surround us. Quickly order the Rentian Sword Formation to come down the mountain and teach them some lessons. reason."
"Yes!" The young Confucian scholar was full of business enthusiasm. He immediately straightened his hat and turned around to leave.
However, at this moment, everyone in front of the mountain gate did not expect that danger had suddenly arrived.
"Uh-ah-"
Just when the young Confucian scholar turned around, a mournful cry came from behind, absorbing all his nerves in an instant.
Turning around again, what I saw to my horror was a large swath of blood-red that burst into my eyes!
Blood rose into the air, and before it could be sprinkled down, the halberd was withdrawn again at the moment it penetrated the body.
As fast as lightning, the blood-stained halberds were massacred, and only flying lights could be seen coming in and out. All the martial arts masters around Yi Laoxuan were not spared, and were killed on the spot.
Before he could react, Yi Laoxuan saw that the fellow practitioner beside him was instantly killed. While his beard was trembling, his instinct made him grab the sword at his side and turned around to chop away.
In an instant, there was a loud "clang" sound, which opened the huge gap between the two of them.
At the same time as the sword was broken, Yi Laoxuan didn't have time to think at all. Severe pain had already spread up his arms, and his mind was buzzing.
"It's no-interesting."
Jiuchongquan sighed disdainfully, and with a little more force, Yi Laoxuan was pushed away by more than ten feet by the pressure he suddenly released, and flew out diagonally with his body on his back.
And the crowd just a short distance away just realized that the mountain gate had been invaded!
Yi Lao
Immediately, the force was so brutal that Yi Laoxuan could hardly breathe, as if his throat had been severed.
"You..." He said hoarsely with strength, his red eyes staring straight at the invading enemy in front of him, but his hands were already numb and he had no feeling, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a "choking" sound.
