A bamboo house embedded in the green mountains and green waters...

"Oh, there's news from the Gu family?"

A man in a long hair and green robe is holding a brush and writing large characters on a blank piece of paper.

The man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but he had no expression, and the person who came to report the news next to him was particularly respectful, and he never dared to jump into the thunder pool half a step in his actions.

Because this person is the famous right protector Wu Tianxing of the Holy Mountain!

He is known as the cold-faced firehand.

"The Gu family said that the sword master of the Judgment Hall found them and asked them to get in touch with our holy mountain, and the judgment sword master was ashamed to say that he actually asked our holy mountain to hand over the holy daughter immediately, and... The man was about to speak, but he stopped.

"It doesn't hurt to be straight. The man tilted his head slightly, looked at the man and said.

When the man heard this, he boldly said, "The people of the Judgment Hall also said that they want us to hand over the Dharma Protector to you as well, and that our Holy Mountain apologize to their Judgment Hall! Otherwise, they will take the next step." ”

Wu Tianxing heard the sound and continued to write on the paper, still without any expression on his face, and only spoke again after a long time.

"What's next?I thought the sword master of the Judgment Hall was a character, but I didn't think of it, but I was just a stunned young man who didn't know the height of the sky!" Wu Tianxing said lightly: "How did you answer over there?"

Naturally, they ignored it. ”

"Come to think of it, such an idiot, how can I take care of my holy mountain? but... Calculating the time, the sanctions against the Hall of Judgment should also come down, right?"

"The Holy Punishment Team has set off this morning, we have no excuse before, this time it can be said that the reason is sufficient, the leader means to take advantage of this effort, directly pull out the Hall of Judgment, and accept all the inheritance of chance in the Hall of Judgment, so as to strengthen the strength of my Holy Mountain and make full preparations for future plans. The man said respectfully.

Wu Tianxing nodded: "The leader's decision has always been far-sighted, so let's do it, go, tell the leader, Tianxing is on standby at any time, waiting for the leader's orders!"

"Yes!"

The man clenched his fists, and Whirl'er turned away.

Wu Tianxing made a vigorous stroke, and when the pen was finished, a word full of anger jumped on the paper.

That's a big 'kill' word!

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Whew, whew, whew...

A group of hurried cries rang out in the path.

I saw a dozen emaciated figures running wildly towards this side.

These people are both men and women, uniformly dressed in dark clothes, but at the moment they are embarrassed, many of them have sword scars on their bodies, and some of them have large blood stains on the corners of their mouths, and from the way they look behind while running desperately forward, it can be easily judged that they are now running for their lives.

At this moment, a large group of people riding tall black horses rushed out from behind, each with a wild laugh from their mouths, all carrying wide knives, screaming and chasing after them.

These men numbered about twenty men, and they were as fast as a gust of wind, though they surrounded the emaciated men and women, whistling or sneering and mocking.

The scene was noisy.

And these emaciated people gathered tightly together, looking in horror at the tall horses around them.

"Hahaha, run, see where else you can run!"

"Who are these refugee-like creatures?" said a bearded man with a saber and a smile.

"If you cross my Black Wind Mountain, you'll have to leave the money to buy the road!, you guys look like beggars, but I suppose you should have something on you, right?" said a man with a goatee on the other side, squinting.

Among these people, an old man with gray hair who was quite old stood up with courage, hugged his fists and said, "Each... Ladies and gentlemen... We're just a down-and-out sect, and we don't have any treasures on us, so please let us go..."

"Down-and-out sect?" the goatee-bearded man laughed, "You belong to that sect?"

"I... We are demonic people!" the old man shuddered.

"What?Demon Cult??"

The eyes of the people around him widened, and then they laughed.

"Hahahaha, look, this group of people is the legendary Demon Sect, hahahaha..."

"How did the famous Demon Sect become like this? It's too pathetic, isn't it?"

"I think it's better for you to call them the Beggar Gang, right?"

"Hahahaha..."

Mocking laughter followed, and some were exaggerated, and they almost fell off their horses.

When these thin men and women heard this, they were all furious.

But their strength is weak, and they are not the opponents of these people at all, and they dare not speak out at the moment.

Since the decline of the Demon Sect, in order to avoid being chased by the enemy, the Demon Sect Leader led the remaining Demon Sect believers to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of the Martial Saint Region, waiting for the opportunity to try to make a comeback.

But a hundred years have passed, the sect leader has died, the sect has withered, the disciples have either left or died, and there are not many remaining disciples, coupled with the lack of resources of the Demon Sect, there is no panacea to help the martial artists cultivate, and most of the Demon Sect exercises have been missing, so that the strength of the Demon Sect is generally not high, these may become the last group of Demon Sect people, and many of the disciples are also full of despair.

The Demon Cult is about to be completely destroyed in desolation.

However, just recently, the Demon Sect Demon Lord suddenly appeared in the martial arts, causing the entire martial arts to be in an uproar.

The lifeless people of the Demon Cult were also greatly excited, thinking that the day of the rise of the Demon Cult had come, so the Demon Cult people discussed it and decided to send a team to immediately go deep into the mountains to find the whereabouts of the Demon Lord.

After wandering outside for several days, suffering from cold eyes and suffering, they finally learned that the Demon Lord was in the Changfeng area at the moment, and they were ready to go to Changfeng to find the Demon Lord.

But the Demon Sect people hadn't been out of the mountain for too long after all, and they accidentally entered the range of the famous bandit force Black Wind Mountain in the Martial Saint Region, and were pursued by the Black Wind Mountain people.

Black Wind Mountain is famous for its geese and feathers.

Not to mention the Demon Sect, even if it is a real beggar, if you go from the Black Wind Mountain, you have to leave a layer of skin.

What should I do now?

The old man was flustered.

"Is it okay? It's okay!" the bearded man grinned, his eyes swept around these people a few times, touched his chin and said, "These women have lost a little weight... Pull it back and raise it, you can still play, man... It just so happens that we are also short of manpower in Montenegro, so let's pull it back together to work for us, isn't it good?"

"Haha, that's right, if you don't have anything on you, then we want you people!!" the goatee man nodded with satisfaction.

The crowd giggled.

The faces of the Demon Cultists changed drastically.

"You... You guys are so shameless!" the old man gritted his teeth angrily.

"Old coffin, you dare to scold us?" The bearded man was furious, and directly raised his saber and slashed at the old man.

The old man hurriedly breathed to resist.

But who is he the opponent of these Montenegrins? The man was directly cut to the ground, with a deep knife mark on his body, blood gushing out, and he fell to the ground and could not get up.

"Elder!!"

The Demon Cultist hurriedly rushed over and surrounded the old man.

Seeing the scars on the old man's body, everyone was indignant.

"You bastards!!"

"It's too much of a deception!"

"When our Demon Sect Demon Lord arrives, I will definitely not let you go!!"

The women shouted through gritted teeth.

"Demon Sect Demon Lord??"

"Hahaha... Your Demon Sect Demon Lord is still here, then Grandpa, I will kneel down and lick the soles of his shoes!" the bearded man laughed.

The crowd was clearly unimpressed.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from behind.

"Okay, you can get down on your knees and lick the soles of my shoes now!"

The voice fell, and everyone shook in unison.

Turning his head to look, he saw a man on the avenue riding a bloody horse galloping towards it.

And behind him was dusty, and there were dozens of people riding bloody horses, wearing armor and masks.

"That's... That's the Judgment Palace??"

Some people from Montenegro recognized the identity of the person and were shocked.

"Prepare for battle!!"

The bearded man roared.

However, when the people of Montenegro set up their posture, they realized that something was wrong.

There are more than 40 people around here.

And... Each one's aura is countless stronger than theirs...

The bearded man and the goatee man looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes.

The strength of the judgment hall... When did it become so terrifying?