"What are you anxious about!" Qinghui frowned, determined to secretly, "Kill a disciple!"

"Kill a disciple and blame the ghost ghost, alas! I have to do it as a last resort!" The Eighth Prince didn't expect to persuade him to kill the head of the sect at once, nor did he expect him to hand over the Ice and Snow Jade Dragon Sword to himself.

Killing a disciple is the first step for him Qinghui to fall into hell and become a Moluo!

"But who are you going to sacrifice?" the Eighth Prince asked tentatively.

Qinghui's face was painful, this choice was too difficult for him. At this time, he couldn't help but think of Master's last words before he died.

"Qinghui, the person who can't let go of the teacher the most is you! "Master coughed incessantly, and it was almost time for the lamp to run out.

"Master!"

Qinghui and his senior brother knelt on the ground together, bursting into tears.

"Qinghui, in the Kunlun Sect, you have the best talent, which is why I am the most strict with you!

"Master! The apprentice knows that he is wrong! In the future, the apprentice will definitely change his mind and practice hard!" Qinghui bowed his head in pain.

Now he is extremely regretful that he used to be mischievous and lazy, did not listen to his master's words, and did not practice well. If he could turn back time, he would definitely not let Master leave with regrets.

"Alas!" Master closed his eyes, "Qinghui, I know how much you have a grudge against my discipline! I hope you can take care of yourself, practice diligently, and assist your senior brother well. Brothers work together, and their profits are gold. The future of the Kunlun Sect is in your hands!"

"Yes, Master!" replied the two of them together, "We will surely restore the power of the Kunlun Sect in our hands!"

"Okay. . . Okay!" said three good words in a row, and then left with a smile.

However, in the end, Qinghui still broke his promise to his master, wasted that precious youth, and ended up like today, relying on others to realize his promise to revive the majesty of the Kunlun faction!

"Kill... Second disciple!" has come to this point, Qinghui has no choice but to bite the bullet and close his eyes and go all the way to the dark.

"Second disciple. The Eighth Prince pondered for a moment, "I heard that this second disciple is quite accomplished in Taoism, will it be a little difficult to deal with, after all, it is in the Kunlun faction, if it alarms the master, it will be troublesome!"

"You can't deal with the little disciples, then, isn't the so-called unified martial arts a fool's dream?" Qinghui sneered.

"Hah!" the Eighth Prince smiled, "So you're not going to make a move?"

"This is already my biggest concession!"

"Okay, then I'll be refreshed!" The Eighth Prince didn't force each other, "Where is the second disciple?"

"Dongfang Disciple Hall, the second room in the east!" Qinghui felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife every time he said a word. As the second-in-command of the Kunlun faction, he actually wants to betray his nephew, in the future, what kind of face will he have to respond to his uncle!

It had wasted a lot of time just discussing this solution, and the Eighth Prince didn't want to quarrel with him anymore, so after learning the location, he quickly slipped out of the Kunlun faction and came to the place agreed with the royal guards in advance.

"Eighth Prince!" The black-clothed guard saw the Eighth Prince arrive and saluted respectfully.

"Oh, just yourself?" asked the Eighth Prince.

"He, the hell has another arrangement!"

"Okay! You should be enough to deal with just one disciple!" said the Eighth Prince, "Now you need to kill a disciple of the Kunlun Sect to blame the Ghost Youzi." After my discussion with Daoist Qinghui, it was decided that it was the second disciple of the Eastern Disciple Hall, the second room in the east. It's not a difficult task for you, is it?"

"The subordinates swear to complete the mission!" the black-clothed guard ordered him to gallop away.

The Eighth Prince finally finished everything that the ghost had explained, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at the light moon in the west: "This night, it's really extraordinary!

The second disciple returned to his room, still worried about the senior brother's affairs. I had been wondering what was going on, so the envoy and the senior brother ran out in a hurry. I sighed, lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that things were not simple.

"No!" the second disciple jumped up from the bed, "It's been so long, and there hasn't been any movement in Senior Brother's room, I'm afraid there hasn't been an accident, right?

Thinking like this, the second disciple also quietly slipped out of the Kunlun faction and carefully probed in the direction where the senior brother left. After walking for about twenty miles, I didn't find anything wrong. Just when I was struggling with whether I should continue to investigate, suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and an arrow was shot. The second disciple was already on guard, but when he heard the movement, he turned his head to dodge, and the flying arrow was nailed to the tree next to him. The second disciple looked at the source of the arrow, but the man was gone, and only the shaking branches remained, as if a breeze was blowing.

"Master!"

There was a letterhead nailed to the top of the flying arrow, and the second disciple frowned slightly: Could it be that this person is waiting for me here? But how did he know that I would come out in the middle of the night and pass through this place? Or did he follow me all along? This matter is very suspicious! Maybe the whereabouts of the senior brother have also been mastered by them! So, he hurriedly opened the letterhead and saw that Sixty miles ahead, Zuo Ming was killed!

"Huh?" the second disciple looked at the blood stains on the letterhead in disbelief, his hand shook, and the letterhead fell down, "This... How is that possible?"

The second disciple's mind went blank: "No! I have to calm down! I can't mess up, I must not mess up! Think, think! What should I do?"

"Whew-" The second disciple took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and began to think about whether this was a trap or true.

The senior brother ran out only after seeing the ghost ghost. Oniyuko is a cooperative relationship with us, and he shouldn't harm the elder brother. Besides, before he left, the ghost ghost said that he told the senior brother to go to the master, but he didn't listen, but ran out by himself. Now it seems that it should be the ghost who discovered the conspiracy of the Eighth Emperor and asked the senior brother to inform the master. If it is true as the letter says, isn't the ghost ghost also dangerous?

No, even if they are planted, it won't help if I go! Maybe they're still there waiting for me to fall into the net!

The second disciple comforted his conscience in his heart and said, "If they are fine, then there is no need to go." So, from a safe point of view, I'll go back to the Kunlun faction first. If I can't wait for them, I can report to the boss in time. Otherwise, they are all dead, and no one will know about it?"

Thinking of this, the second disciple picked up the letterhead and ran towards the Kunlun faction in a hurry.

Alas, the love of teachers and brothers for many years is not worth a book of urgency!

Kunlun faction. The black-clothed guard sneaked in, touched the disciple's hall, and entered the second room from the east, and quietly opened the door from the inside, and slipped in, his heart tightened: Huh? Why didn't this person even breathe? The black-clothed guard had cold sweat on his forehead, standing in place and staring at the bed, not daring to move.

Long. "Hey—no! It is impossible for a little disciple to reach such a state! Even if he has reached such a state, how can he not be aware when I come in? Could it be that he is not in the room?"

The black-clothed guard moved slowly, looking at the bed vigilantly, but there was no movement. The black-clothed guard was relieved, and slowly came to the bed, and sure enough, the person was no longer there!

"In the middle of the night, where did the people go? Is there a mistake in the news of the Eighth Prince?" The black-clothed guard was a little entangled, whether to wait for him, or... Well... Let's wait for him a while!

After a while, the fifth watch sounded.

"I can't wait any longer!" the black-clothed guard crawled out from under the bed, "I can only kill one of the three disciples and go back to the errand!"

The black-clothed guard came out of the second disciple's room, and when he heard that the third disciple's room was already getting up, he couldn't care much about it, and went directly to knock on the door.

"Who?"

The black-clad guard didn't answer, just knocked on the door.

The third disciple wondered in his heart: These senior brothers usually get up late, who will knock on my door at this time? Don't be in case it's my uncle, right?

The three disciples hurriedly put on their shoes, got out of bed and opened the door. A sharp knife directly slashed his throat and cut his neck bone! The third disciple fell to the ground, staring at him and opening his mouth, but his throat was full of blood gushing up, and he only made a gurgling sound.