The two female cultivators were not at the peak of the Tai Origin Realm, if it weren't for Lu Jiao's own lack of courage and being fascinated by beauty, it would be impossible for them to be assassinated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With such a cultivation, in the face of Zhan Yibai of the Nine Grades Taixuan Realm, he had no power to fight back.

A sword stabbed out, without any moves, but even so, the speed and accuracy shown were unbearable for the two women.

The cold dagger was ignited, and before the two women could cut off their hearts, they were knocked unconscious by Zhan Yibai with the body of the sword.

"And those four people, take it, life or death." After solving the two women, Sun Wukong was not so merciful to the remaining four male cultivators who were playing and singing with a confused face.

As soon as the words fell, the four male cultivators were drowned in the attacks of the demon generals, and their heads were separated.

"Put these two assassins in prison and don't let them kill themselves."

It wasn't until Sun Wukong finished closing the scene in an orderly manner that everyone had time to check the situation of Lu Jiao.

"Dead." Zhan Yibai stepped forward, and after probing the corpse of Xia Lujiao, he said to the demons who came up.

The heart and throat were severely damaged, and more importantly, the two daggers were smeared with severe poison, once they entered the body, it could be said that they saw blood and sealed their throats, poisoning Lu Jiao's last vitality.

"Okay, you monkey, this is definitely your own plan." A wolf demon will suddenly attack Sun Wukong.

Not to mention whether the wolf demon's accusation is justified, in this situation, everyone knows it. It's basically a death at the landing corner, and I want to fight for power.

The demons on the main hall have not been on business for a long time, and most of them are the surrendered kings of the nearby mountains, and they are naturally extremely honest when they succumbed to the obscenity of Lu Jiao in the past.

Now Lu Jiao was suddenly assassinated, leaving behind this huge family business and the highest throne, no one can be hot.

"Hmph, Lang Mo, don't want to spew blood. At most, I don't know people and lure wolves into the house. Didn't you just see that the second target of those two assassins was me? At this time, Sun Wukong naturally will not remain silent, otherwise he will be guilty of this crime.

"Hmph, the thief shouts after the thief. This is just a means for you to clear your name, and who doesn't know, you are the most insidious of all of you. Mo Hu, who had been resentful from the beginning, opened his mouth and also pointed the finger at Sun Wukong.

Mo Hu was the first of all to surrender to Lujiao, and Na Lang Mo was the last to surrender.

The two of them, one left and one right, all attacked Sun Wukong, but unfortunately they thought they could bring down Sun Wukong, but they didn't find that the other demon generals had unconsciously surrounded the two.

"Hmph, there is no excuse for the sin you want to add. I Tao Monkey never thought of assassinating the king, let alone coveted that position. It's not that I don't want to, but I have self-knowledge. I can't be a cultivator in the realm of too easy, even if I sit in that position, how can I serve the public. Therefore, if you want to slander, even if there is no evidence, at least find out the motive. Sun Wukong sneered again and again, "On the contrary, the two of you are secretly forming a party for personal gain and buying people's hearts, do you really think that the king doesn't know?" ”

"Damn monkey, you're spewing blood." Lang Mo was originally an anxious man, otherwise he would not have been the first to stand up and slander Sun Wukong just now. At this time, Sun Wukong suddenly exposed his deeds, and immediately became furious, grabbed the mace next to him, and wanted to understand this monkey who had no skills except for conspiracy and tricks.

Call!

It is a foot long, with a thick thigh, and a mace with hideous barbs on it, carrying a whistling wind, and smashing towards Sun Wukong rapidly.

It is foreseeable that if you are hit by this stick, it will definitely be the end of chickens flying and eggs and brains bursting.

Boom!

A sword roared.

At the moment of crisis, I saw a snow-white long sword, which accurately pointed at the seven inches of the mace, and stopped its castration alive.

"Zhan Yibai, what are you doing again?" The sound of rage, from Mohu.

Zhan Yibai was originally born in Qixialing, so until now, Mohu treats him as his son.

For this matter, Zhan Yibai obstructed Lang Mo and was naturally extremely annoyed.

There is no eye-catching thing, there used to be a land horn, and you just protected the monkey, but now at this time, a discerning person can see that he and the monkey have torn their faces, why do they have to protect him.

"Mohu, listen to my persuasion, you can't fight about this matter." Zhan Yibai turned his head to Mohu expressionlessly and said.

For Mohu's evaluation, there are really praises and disadvantages.

This demon has righteousness, but he doesn't know the times, and his stubborn temperament is really a blessing for the little demon who is loyal to him.

Especially now, he didn't even notice anything unusual, except for him and Na Langmo, the other demon generals had already unknowingly obeyed Sun Wukong.

Speaking of which, this is also the sorrow of Lu Jiao.

On the surface, he is the king of the Black Wind Ridge, and his status is the most noble. But in fact, his rights have long been hollowed out by Sun Wukong.

At this time, Zhan Yibai was fully sure that today's assassination was arranged by Sun Wukong.

From the development of the Black Wind Ridge to the present, the land corner has no use value, but will become an obstacle.

And the reason why such a play is still performed is just for the demon generals and the minions below, at least it will not leave them with the impression of killing.

"Hmph, Lu Jiao is dead, and this monkey head is also dying, it is when we Qixialing takes its place, how can we not fight." At this time, Mohu listened to the persuasion of progress and whiteness.

The temptation of power has completely lost him.

"Hey!" Zhan Yibai sighed, said no more, the long sword in his hand shook, and suddenly retreated.

Without waiting for Lang Mo to react, Zhan Yibai's figure did not retreat but advanced, and rushed in front of him at an extremely fast speed.

"Look for death." Lang Mo was furious, he really didn't expect this kid to really dare to be his enemy.

In that case, then it will be done to you.

Lang Mo is a wolf demon, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the Nine Rank Taixuan, and his strength cannot be underestimated. Although the character is arrogant and violent, he also has such capital.

Just because, he is one of the few demon cultivators here who condenses privileges.

Mysterious beasts have supernatural powers, and demon cultivators have privileges.

For demon cultivators, privilege is definitely their greatest means of preserving their lives.

Whether there is privilege or not is an important weight for judging the qualifications of demon cultivators.

Zhan Yibai also has privileges, his name is Zhuang Zhou Mengjian, but unfortunately, this privilege is really special, and he is not good at attacking.

On the other hand, Lang Mo's privilege is different.

Lang Mosheng was born with divine power, coupled with a strong physical body, especially his head, which was as strong as steel. Even if Zhan Yibai uses all his strength, he may not be able to split.

This is not a privilege, but simply an innate condition of its ontology.

Headache iron-boned tofu waist, but any experienced hunter knows this.

Even if you become a demon, you still can't get rid of these characteristics.

Lang Mo's biggest weakness is his waist, everyone knows it, of course he knows better, so the most important protective position of the armor on his body is the waist.

As for Zhan Yibai, he excels in speed and sharpness of the sword.

The two have their own strengths.

Although demon cultivators have few martial arts books to learn, most of them rely on instinct to fight, but these instincts were originally tempered thousands of times, and their power is not weaker than that of martial arts classics, but there are just a few little flexibility.

Lang Mo took a mace, and when he waved it, it could be said that the water could not be splashed, and the momentum was strong and heavy, if he accidentally hit it, even if it was a demon cultivator in the same realm, it would not be easy.

It is these that create Lang Mo's pride and arrogance.

As for Zhan Yibai, in fact, from the beginning, he was not looked at by the demon generals.

It's just a little white face, and it's just a human appearance, wilting all day long, it's just a shame for our demon cultivators.

Even those demon generals who obeyed Sun Wukong were not interested in Zhan Yibai.

Magical powers, only swords.

But it was Zhan Yibai, who was not looked down upon by all demon generals, that once it was unfolded, it gave everyone a resounding slap in the face.

Call!

The sword wind roared, and Zhan Yibai's figure disappeared in the eyes of the demons so strangely, turning into an afterimage, and breaking through the big net made by Lang Mo's mace.

What a speed, and what a dodge.

Among those present, the only one who can remain calm and calm may be Sun Wukong, who has become a fan of the authorities.

"I heard that the clothes made of wolf skin are very good, and I happen to be missing a big one." The cold voice exploded in Lang Mo's ears, piercing Lang Mo's heart like a needle.

"Impossible." Lang Mo's scalp was tingling, and at such a moment of crisis, it aroused his ferocity.

"Bastard, you give Lao Tzu to die, !!!"