The large stone monument on the ground still stood alone in the wilderness. A crow stood on the dilapidated stone monument, staring around looking for food.
Underground ancient tomb, Xuanming Sect Yuzhou City Branch.
In the tomb passage, believers wearing ghost faces stood guard on both sides.
In the tomb deep in the underground palace, Bai Wuchang leaned in Hei Wuchang's arms. Between his red lips, his fragrant tongue slowly spit out, licking his fingers. His eyes were slightly closed, lying on Hei Wuchang's chest. Go up, with a look of enjoyment.
The original appearance of the mummy lying on the steps is hard to identify, but the short stature, the tattoos on his arms, and the extremely iconic beard make it easy to identify his identity during his lifetime. .
Xuanming Sect’s Zhaosheng Yanjun, Jiang Zhaoyi!
Bai Wuchang looked up at Hei Wuchang's face, with a hint of coquettishness in his charming tone.
"That's fine. In this way, even if the other four Yama Lords come, they won't be able to punish you and me, brother and sister."
Hei Wuchang lowered his head and licked Bai Wuchang's face, and was quite satisfied with the result.
"Moreover, Jiang Zhaoyi has been dead for so many days, but his internal power has not escaped at all. The skills he gained in the past thirty years have been in vain."
Bai Wuchang could not help but feel complacent as he felt the full internal force in his body.
Hei Wuchang was vaguely worried: "Under normal circumstances, after death, no matter how high the martial arts is, the internal energy will dissipate, but after Jiang Zhaoyi died for many days, his internal energy is still so full, which is a bit unreasonable. !”
Bai Wuchang obviously didn't have that much to compare with: "Hey, brother is overly concerned. Even so, it varies from person to person. Maybe Jiang Zhaoyi is gifted?"
"I hope so!"
Hei Wuchang looked at Jiang Zhaoyi's mummy on the steps and was in a daze.
"Report!"
At this time, in the tomb passage, a black-clothed congregation rushed into the tomb chamber.
"Say it."
His fingers lightly traced Hei Wuchang's chest, maybe he was in a good mood, Bai Wuchang was extraordinarily gentle, and his charming voice seemed to make people's hearts itch.
"My team discovered the body of Xuan Sheng Yan Jun on the stone bridge outside Yuzhou City!"
"Huh?" Hei Wuchang stood up and stared at the congregant with his narrow and sharp eyes: "How did you know Xuansheng Yanjun?"
The members of the Xuanming Sect in the Yuzhou branch are all recruited nearby, and they are basically from Shu. And Xuan Sheng Yan Jun is the leader of the Huashan branch in Xiyue. He is far away in Huashan. They, the Yuzhou branch How did the lower-level believers know Xuansheng Yanjun?
"My subordinates don't know Xuansheng Yanjun because there is a note hanging on Xuansheng Yanjun's body, which bluntly states that the corpse is Xuansheng Yanjun."
"Where's the note?" Bai Wuchang twisted his waist and walked down the steps.
"I'm here, please take a look at it, Master Wu Chang!" The black-clothed disciples heard the footsteps approaching and immediately took out a piece of paper from their arms and presented it to them.
Bai Wuchang took the note and looked at it carefully, with a strange expression on his face: "Brother, come and take a look."
Hearing Bai Wuchang's call, Hei Wuchang also came down from the steps, took the note and read it: "If you dare to touch Li Xingyun, you Xuan Ming Sect Xuan Sage Yan Jun will be punished!"
"Brother, what does this mean? Who is this Li Xingyun?" Bai Wuchang approached Hei Wuchang, confused.
However, Hei Wuchang stared at the note closely. He rarely paid any attention to Bai Wuchang, but kept muttering: "Li Xingyun, Li Xingyun, Li Xingyun..."
Countless faces flashed through my mind, but none of them was right for the name Li Xingyun.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he reached out and grabbed the black-clothed cultist who was kneeling on the ground: "Tell me again, where was the body found?"
"Yu, the stone bridge outside Yuzhou City."
Facing Hei Wuchang's hawk-like eyes, the black-clothed disciples felt chills in their hearts, and their mouths seemed to be frozen to the point of not being able to speak clearly.
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
Hei Wuchang let go of the black-clothed cult member, and the figure of the red-clothed young man who beat them with such mighty power a few days ago that the brother and sister fled in embarrassment gradually merged with the name Li Xingyun.
"Brother, what's right?"
Bai Wuchang was quite puzzled by Hei Wuchang's sudden surprise. This was not like his elder brother's temperament!
"Xuan Ling, it's Uncle Yang's apprentice named Li Xingyun."
Bai Wuchang was suddenly shocked: "Then this..."
Bai Wuchang looked at the note and hesitated to speak, while Hei Wuchang also showed a sad expression.
He looked at the black-clad congregants next to him and asked, "Where is the body?"
"Lift, carry in."
After being stunned for a moment, the black-clothed cult members trembled all over and immediately came to their senses, shouting tremblingly into the tomb passage.
"Yes!" The two congregants waiting outside responded and walked in carrying a body.
Black and white and Wuchang both looked at each other and were suddenly shocked.
The corpse was a tall and lean man. Although he looked tall, he gave the impression that he had not much flesh. He had a not too lush beard and had tattoos on his exposed arms, which was similar to being sucked. Jiang Zhaoyi, who became a mummy after being dried, is somewhat similar.
It is indeed Jiang Xuanli, the helmsman of the Xiyue Huashan branch of the Xuanming Sect, Xuansheng Yanjun.
The two brothers and sisters have met this person before, and they will definitely not admit his mistake.
Hei Wuchang stepped forward and inspected Jiang Xuanli's body.
"The meridians are all severed, and the bones are shattered into mud. The way Jiang Zhaoyi died is exactly the same. He was killed by a single blow with an absolutely crushing and tyrannical internal force!"
When Bai Wuchang heard this, he was immediately horrified. How could he still not understand that the murderer was one of the people on the stone bridge that day, the elegant man in blue shirt.
"Brother, we..."
"We are lucky. If that person had come to deal with us, there would have been no chance for you and me to survive!"
Hei Wuchang also had a look of fear on his face. Fortunately, they left decisively and quickly enough.
Otherwise, how can we still be alive?
"Then do we still need to search for Li Xingyun's whereabouts?"
After knowing that Li Xingyun was protected by such a strong person, Bai Wuchang was also a little scared and wanted to retreat.
What else can we do if we don’t back down? When faced with a difficult situation, he stepped forward and lost his life in vain?
"Hahaha!" Hei Wuchang suddenly laughed and said, "Why don't you search?"
Glancing at the black-clad cult members next to him, he gave the order: "Go down and spare no effort to search for the whereabouts of Uncle Yang's disciples!"
"But, brother, what can we do even if we find him? We can't defeat him!" Bai Wuchang asked in confusion.
She could clearly hear Hei Wuchang's analysis just now. That man killed Jiang Xuanli with absolutely overwhelming internal strength. That man's strength was at least Zhongtian, even though he had just absorbed Jiang Zhaoyi's thirty years of experience. In terms of skill, I'm afraid there's no chance of winning.
But Hei Wuchang grinned, "Aren't Jiang Renjie and the others coming soon? Why don't we just leave it to them?"
When Bai Wuchang heard this, he immediately understood Hei Wuchang's intention. It was simply inappropriate to use a borrowed knife to kill people.
"Then Jiang Xuanli's corpse..." Bai Wuchang looked at Hei Wuchang.
Hei Wuchang held Bai Wuchang in his arms and looked at Jiang Xuanli's body.
"Of course it can't be wasted."
"Hahahahaha..."
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In Yuzhou City, Jiang Yunqing was sitting in the guest room he had booked before, eating food. He was exhausted from running around in the past few days.
If he had simply killed Jiang Xuanli, he wouldn't have gone back and forth like this.
The difficulty is that he also needs to control two chess pieces.
Although these two chess pieces are insignificant, there is a crucial big chess piece behind them.
Once his plan to rescue his master, Uncle Yang, fails, this big chess piece will be the key to his revenge on the bad commander.
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