Chapter 87 Chapter Thirty-one The white-robed son, disappearing the bamboo forest

The so-called internal affairs hall is actually the punishment hall set up by the evil spirit sect itself, which is specially used to suppress rebellion and examine the loyalty of all internal personnel of the evil spirit sect.Generally speaking, the looser and more democratic an organization is, the weaker such an institution is, and the more authoritarian gangs and organizations are, the stronger it will become.The Evil Spirit Sect keeps the Heaven and Earth Demons in the main altar alone, so it can be seen that the status of the Internal Affairs Hall in the Evil Spirit Sect is far higher than that of institutions such as the Inquisition and the Criminal Court.

For Jin Xiaoxiao, these blood-scarred and black-clothed internal security guards are like a nightmare. If you go into the bottomless abyss behind the Spirit Hall, your soul will never be freed.So when she said this word, she was extremely nervous, her lips were white, and her hands were tightly clenched into fists. However, the reputation of this internal security guard obviously cannot scare me and Zamao Xiaodao.Among a sect or sect, those who can best demonstrate their intuitive combat power and methods are usually such institutions.So we were full of curiosity about this battle, so we squatted down and looked towards the bamboo forest not far away.

The young man in white robe who was in a state of escape finally gave up his unrealistic thoughts, turned around, drew out the long sword at his waist, and confronted the men in black. This person also has a certain origin. The long sword in his hand is made of cold iron, mixed with star sand, and the whole body presents a pure green color like water. When he swings it, there is a green wood Yi Gang, which is extremely sharp. On the green bamboo as thick as a bowl, there is a smooth and sharp cut.In terms of skill, his opponents were all one or two levels lower than him, but these men in black with bloody scarves all revealed a solemn and murderous look, with vigorous skills and many things in their hands. Cross darts, red tasseled shuttles, fish tendon ropes, swords, guns, swords and halberds, there are too many people, and they swarm up, making it hard to guard against.

The cultivation base of the white-robed youth is very high, at least reaching the level of Seven Swords, or even Fu Jun, the second generation true disciple of Maoshan.However, he obviously hadn't seen much blood, and he didn't have much actual combat experience. Although his sword skills were fierce, most of them didn't hit the vital points, so he was merciful. I have been practicing on the edge of life and death for these years, and I deeply understand a truth, that is, swords and soldiers meet each other, not to treat guests to dinner, and there is never any kind of sentimental truth to say, if you want to express your opinion, then kill the enemy , Dry to death, just have the so-called right to speak.Winners lose bandits, this is an undeniable truth that has been passed down through the ages.Under such circumstances, he is still merciful, even if he is twice as powerful, I don't think the white-robed youth will be the winner in the battle.

The battle is still going on, but the result is not beyond my expectation. Although the white-robed young man has a lot of blood under his sword, and nearly half of the men in black with blood scarves fell under his sword, he is still dragged In this dense bamboo forest, I can't break free.Those who fell were not harmed, and most of them got up again. After being injured, they tied up the wound with bloody scarves on their heads. These people immediately showed wolf-like ferocity, and rushed forward angrily without fear of death, blocking the white-robed youth with their bodies, and surrounded him in a narrow in the area.

After surrounding it, a leader stood out from the internal guards. He had a funny goatee and sinister triangular eyes, making him look like a poisonous snake, waiting to kill his prey at any time. The poisonous snakes came out more and more, a fine steel knife in his hand was broken in half, his chest heaved sharply, and he persuaded in a gloomy tone: "Wang Zhengxiao, you are the empress of the elders, thanks to the grace of your ancestors, we don't want to make you too ugly. Put it down. Weapons, hand over the things, and kneel and surrender, we may be able to save your life!"

Facing the poisonous snake's persuasion, the young man in white robe called Wang Zhengxiao raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a cold voice, "Little Buddha is a devil. His only purpose of existence is to let the whole world perish with him. Don't you No relatives, no friends? Don’t you even have your own thoughts, do you want to help the evildoers, let the world we live in be destroyed, and let our relatives and friends face death?” Faced with Wang Zhengxiao's heartfelt cry and questioning, all the internal guards remained expressionless, while the leader who spoke to him said calmly: "Yes, we have no thoughts, we are just a knife in the hands of Lord Old Demon, and you It is the key criminal that Lord Old Demon expressly ordered to capture, so what we have to do is to take you down and disarm you."

Looking at the group of guys in front of him who were insensitive from face to heart, Wang Zhengxiao showed a miserable smile on his face. He leaned against a thick bamboo and panted heavily.However, the smile was already pervasive, and after a while, his laughter became louder and louder. Amidst such laughter, he shouted sadly: "Do you know? Your beloved Marshal is simply Not a person, he is a revenge demon from hell, follow him, and when he finally summons the black sky, everything will be reduced to nothingness and become eternal death! The god of death lives forever, and you, there is no What future, without thought, will not leave even a speck of dust..."

"Destroy an old world and create a new world. All those who follow the will of the Lord can be reborn and become the gods of the new world!" Just as Wang Zhengxiao was singing a elegy generously, a feminine and very seductive voice sounded.I looked to the left, and saw a little old man with a goatee, who came out of the ground strangely, walked slowly into the crowd, pulled away the bloody scarves and black clothes, looked at Wang Zhengxiao calmly and said : "Your royal family has been loyal to Erdler for generations and believed in omniscient and almighty God. Unexpectedly, in this generation, there will be such a fatherless, unbelieving beast like you!"

He scolded fiercely, pointed at Wang Zhengxiao's nose and said: "What Marshal Zhangjiao did is exactly what our ancestors have been wanting to do for thousands of years but failed to do. Hundreds of years of anticipation, all in the present, no one It can be destroyed. The majesty of the Marshal in charge is unquestionable and inviolable! I know that the appearance of Little Buddha has made you lose hope of inheriting the throne, but you must know that it was your grandfather's decision, and it is also the decision of the elders of the Evil Spirit Sect. decision. Now, put down the things in your hands, and follow me to the Earth Demon Palace to receive the punishment!"

"No, absolutely impossible!" A blush appeared on Wang Zhengxiao's handsome face. It was a look of extreme shame and anger. Enduring the injuries all over his body, he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I destroy it, I won't give it back to you." Little Buddha! Do you think I really care about the position of Marshal? No, in my eyes, the seat soaked in countless blood and wronged souls will feel dirty even if I look at it! The way is different, You are a group of lunatics, and Little Buddha is the biggest lunatic in the world, I absolutely don't want to go to destruction with you, even if I die, I will stop your plan." Facing this stubborn young man, Old Demon's eyes were filled with pity. He sighed, his tone softened, and he said slowly: "Zhengxiao, you are the child I watched growing up. Your potential is no worse than others. Perhaps in a few decades, you will be able to take the position of Little Buddha. Give up those absurd ideas, and stop being jealous with the head coach. Join us, and you will get the same glory as your grandfather. Don't be obsessed with it!" It can be seen that Wang Zhengxiao is still very important in Old Demon's heart, so that the cold-blooded and ruthless him can still say such words at this moment, but Wang Zhengxiao obviously ignored his kindness, just coldly He snorted softly, his eyes full of disdain. Old Demon finally had enough, sighed, and said softly: "Zhengxiao, your talent is far beyond your peers, and in some respects, even better than your two cousins. Yes, you are really kind..." This sentence seemed to be an annotation for the life of the young man in white robe. The old demon's hand behind his back began to pinch the talisman quickly. There was a shake in the bamboo forest, and the ground under the young man in white robe began to become soft and rotten. The swamp swallowed him dying.During the whole process, Wang Zhengxiao's body was stiff and unable to move at all, until finally, his hand stretched out uncontrollably, holding the package regarded as a treasure on his head.When the mud submerged him, there was only one hand left on the ground, and the baggage that the Neiwutang had been chasing. Death is as simple as that. Old Demon walked over slowly, and the swampy land was extremely compacted.He took the things, and said softly: "That's right, with this kind of cultivation, I'm sure he'll be a pretty good zombie in the future." Old Demon's words were heard by people, and they couldn't help but get chills down their backs.The next moment, he looked towards us and said, "If you've seen enough, come out. Don't you want to be buried in the soil too?"