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finally come.

Among the kneeling players, a player with the name 'Big Buffalo' breathed a sigh of relief.

If he didn't come again, he might have died in vain this time.

The talkative person who was scolded by the people present for eighteen generations of ancestors and hated to death just now, that is, the one who broke the six prisons and died tragically, is one of the left-behind players.

The purpose of their stay is very simple, to inform the Six Prison Demon Lord and Su Wenzheng of the definite death news.

Otherwise, they didn't ask why, and went directly to other places to find someone, and how could they fight.

There was another player left with the big buffalo, but he was killed by the Six Prison Demon Lord just now.

Seeing Su Wenzheng asking at this time, the big buffalo quickly raised its head and shouted:

"Senior, I know Zeng Yu, if you save me, I will tell you."

He didn't immediately say that Zeng Yu was dead.

One talkative person is enough, any more will only arouse suspicion.

The plan, of course, needs to be perfect.

Sure enough, Su Wenzheng's eyes lit up, and he was about to save the big buffalo.

But the Lord of the Six Prisons moved faster than him, and dared to talk to the big buffalo, he sneered:

"How brave!"

Then he clapped it out with a palm.

The big buffalo couldn't dodge in time, and stopped acting. Before dying, he hurriedly shouted:

"Senior, he was the one who killed Zeng Yu, ah!"

boom!

The big buffalo exploded and turned into a meat paste.

Su Wenzheng's eyes that had just lit up were immediately filled with blood red, and his tone was indescribably angry:

"You killed my disciple?!"

Seeing that Su Wen was so sad, the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons felt much better, so he laughed and said:

"Yes, I not only killed your disciple, but also killed more people."

As he spoke, he waved his robe, and his true energy turned into a wave of light and chopped down.

All the people kneeling in front of him were cut in half, like a fish jumping on the shore, jumping twice on the ground, people will die.

Su Wenzheng's expression suddenly calmed down.

"Damn you!" Su Wenzheng said, "Not only for my apprentice, but also for all the innocent people who died there.

Devil, I am Su Wenzheng, the gentleman sitting in the pavilion, and report my name! "

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons has obtained the magic weapon by himself, and he has already been affiliated with the Demon Sect, even the Junzi Pavilion can't do anything to him.

He made no secret of the origin of his name:

"So it's Mr. Eldest from Junzige, he's really famous, so just listen up.

Xu Yishan, the grand elder of the Evil Prison Sect, is known as the Lord of the Six Prisons by people in the world! "

"Pro!"

Su Wenzheng shouted loudly, and the sound waves exploded like thunder.

What he practiced was Junzige's unique skill - "The Great Confucianism", and he cultivated a great righteousness in his chest. The deeper the skill, the stronger the power of the great.

It has the magical effect of destroying evil, killing demons, and sealing demons.

By the way, Buddhist exercises also say the same.

But Haoran Zhengqi does have some restraint on the magic arts, and the cultivation of Haoran Qi can destroy ghosts and gods.

Being rushed by such a mouthful of arrogance, the face of the Demon Lord of the Six Hells changed, and he felt like he was being pricked by a small needle, and the magic energy in his body was agitated like a fire.

A layer of white flames burned first behind him, and a six-story pagoda directly appeared.

Since you want to fight, you don't need to hesitate, just go all out.

The True Form of Martial Arts——Six-fold Pagoda!

"Sixfold Prison Town!"

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons raised his hand high, and the big palm print came down with a bang.

Su Wenzheng was wearing a Confucian shirt without wind, and a sea of ​​ink was revealed behind him, like a black scroll unfolding.

Then I saw an ink dragon jumping out from this picture scroll, roaring towards the big palm print.

"Great Palm!"

Bang!

The ink dragon surrounded the six-fold pagoda, the black light and white flames on his body were entangled with each other, and no one would let the other.

The true form of martial arts between the two was inseparable for a while.

The six devil princes have already bullied themselves, holding the shocking shield tightly in their hands, turning the shield into a spear, and stabbing forward.

"Death!"

Su Wenzheng stretched out his hand and flicked it back, and a long sword came out of its sheath.

A gentleman's saber is standard equipment.

There is no reason why his swordsmanship is not good.

However, Su Wenzheng never imagined that the Junzi sword tailored for him by the master swordsmith would be broken by the tip of the sword directly under the spear of the Demon Lord of the Six Prisons.

He couldn't help withdrawing his sword power, and let the devil prince of the six prisons gain the upper hand first.

"it is good!"

The Demon Lord of the Six Prisons Xiaosheng made a move, and he didn't like to fight. He directly passed Su Wenzheng and flew away.

"The Junzi Pavilion seems to be nothing more than that."

"I don't want to play now."

"Come to the Evil Prison Sect to find me if you have the ability, and I will definitely welcome you! Hahaha!!!"

The Marquis of the Six Prisons made a feint shot and actually deceived Su Wenzheng.

Seeing that the Lord of the Six Hells was gone, Su Wen's face was sinking like water, and he was suffocating in his heart, unable to vent his anger.

boom!

Su Wenzheng's long hair danced wildly behind him, his mighty aura soared into the sky, and his voice pierced through the clouds:

"The Lord of the Six Prisons, I will come to find you! I swear by heaven and earth!"

a long time.

Su Wen was restraining his breath, then looked at the corpses all over the floor, and sighed slightly.

No matter what, he had to find the body of his disciple.

Die to see a corpse!

And even if he couldn't find his disciples, he couldn't watch these people expose their corpses in the wilderness.

Then he moved them one by one.

As a great master of martial arts, he naturally wouldn't move it with his hands, but his true energy turned into two big hands, like an excavator, to scoop it up and then release it.

A lot of people were broken into pieces in a mess. For such people, Su Wenzheng piled them together and prepared to burn them on fire later.

It's just that Su Wenzheng's face became more and more ugly as he saw more corpses.

Because he recognized that less than half of the people here were wearing uniforms, and he was familiar with the style of uniforms—Tian Zhu Wei!

This is one of the hottest organizations in the Righteous Path Alliance today.

Even though he has lived in Junzi Pavilion for a long time, he has seen Tianzhuwei's name and means.

So many Tianzhu guards died here.

This incident is by no means as simple as an ordinary vendetta.

And according to his observation of the injuries of these corpses, he found that most of them were killed by fighting each other, not by him alone as the Six Prison Demon Lord said.

After all, if a great master of martial arts like the Demon Lord of Six Prisons wanted to kill an ordinary warrior, he wouldn't be able to stab him in the back.

But he kept these questions in his heart for the time being.

He is the only one left here who can talk now, so he can't suddenly come out to help answer the question.

How can things be so coincidental.

then.

"Who?!"

Su Wenzheng moved his ears and slapped his palm, and saw a collapsed house not far away was directly lifted by the palm force, revealing a tunnel hidden below.

Inside, a pair of eyes were staring at him curiously.

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"My lord, spare me! It's a little old man, don't do anything!"

A sound of begging for mercy came from the lower opening of the tunnel, and a simple and honest man with the appearance of an old farmer crawled out.

He was unexpectedly the one who left Jiangping to look for his disciple Gui Youtian.

He had indeed found his disciples.

The Backing Mountain Sect is well versed in the skills of survival, and this Backing Mountain Sect is a place they have inherited for a hundred years, so how can they be unprepared for this authenticity.

In fact, at the moment before the conflict between Jianghu Sanren warriors and Tianzhuwei, it is also when the vision of the divine weapon is revealed.

The people of the Backer Sect didn't show too much curiosity about the vision, and they didn't think about going out to watch the fun. They, who had received the authentic inheritance of the Backer Sect, knew that curiosity killed the cat.

And even if there are any treasures, it will not be their turn, and even more dangerous.

Therefore, without the consent of the head of the sect, the left-behind senior brother decisively led all the senior brothers to hide in the tunnel.

This is also the reason why Gui Youtian is confident in finding his disciples.

He knew the dispositions of his group of disciples. They were good at farming, and they were barely good at fighting, but they had all been taught by him in life-saving skills.

But he himself was rather relaxed.

Obviously, it can take ten and a half months to go out, and enough food and water are prepared under the tunnel.

It's just that when he heard that there was no movement above, he thought of Mr. Jiang again, so he couldn't help but came out to take a look.

Then it was discovered.

Fortunately, the opposite is an elegant scholar, who looks like a good person.

This made Gui Youtian feel more fortunate.

But he still didn't let go of his slack.

The so-called knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, if this person is good-looking but has a bad conscience, it is useless.

He was ready to kill him alone and save his disciples.

Su Wenzheng looked at Gui Youtian who raised his hand to surrender, and felt a little displeased in his heart. He frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Gui Youtian nodded and bowed his waist and said: "Returning to your lord, the little old man is from the local area, oh, it is the sign on the door, the head of the Gushan sect."

"You?" Su Wen was thinking of the archway he saw when he entered the village, "You are the head? Just you?"

Hearing the contempt in Su Wenzheng's tone, Gui Arita smiled awkwardly:

"Small sect and sect, let the adults laugh."

In fact, he belongs to the head of the family dignifiedly, and no one in the ten miles and eight villages respects him.

When any village has something that can't be handled, the first thing that comes to mind is not to report to the officials, but to ask him to return to the head of the village to uphold justice.