For seven days, half a month, a month, and nearly three months, the monks of the Xuanyue Sect had not appeared, which really made the Yin Eagle boy of the Imperial Soul Sect outside the poisonous mist swamp impatient. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, not only him, but Rao is a middle-aged and calm character, and when he waited for nearly three months, he gradually showed impetuousness.

Ten days ago, the Yin Owl Young Man forcibly ordered the remaining seventeen outer disciples to enter and investigate from all directions outside the Poisonous Mist Swamp, but the result was only to increase the casualties.

Those disciples who were sent in were either poisoned to death or devoured by poison, and only three of the dozen or so outer disciples escaped half-dead, but they were directly killed by the angry Yin Owl Boy.

At this time, the Yin Eagle boy and the five inner disciples who were more than 100 zhang behind the middle-aged Heng Scar began to discuss even more impatiently.

"Damn! What's going on with this Wan Qingyun, it can't be deliberately teasing me and waiting, right? ”

"That's it, it's been three months, and they haven't come out yet, can't they be like those outer disciples sent in by Senior Brother Zhang, who died tragically inside?"

"Most of them died tragically inside, after entering this poisonous mist swamp, the mana can be three or four times more consumed, no matter how prepared the Xuanyue Sect monk is, it is impossible to stay for such a long time!"

"Senior Brother Zhang didn't reply to the summons he sent, he was definitely buried in it!"

These five outer disciples intentionally or unintentionally raised their voices a little higher, so that Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Qian in front of them could hear it, so that they could leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

At this moment, they were really worried that the vicious Senior Brother Zhang would go crazy, so they also sent them into this poisonous mist swamp to find the traces of the Xuanyue Sect monk.

In fact, the yin owl boy had already ordered them like this once, but he was dissuaded by Senior Brother Qian.

Now they, including Senior Brother Qian, had already planned to leave, but Senior Brother Zhang was obscene and immortal, and he forcibly stopped him, so that their inner disciples who were controlled by him could only sigh helplessly.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Qian has already put down his words, and in three days it will be a full three months, if he doesn't wait for the monks of Xuanyue Sect to come out, he must leave, and then Senior Brother Zhang will not die of lust, and most of them will have to leave with him, and then they can leave this ghost place.

As a result, three days passed in a flash, and on the morning of the fourth day, the sun slowly rose, and seeing that there were still no ghosts of Xuanyue Sect monks, the five inner disciples looked at Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Qian.

"Senior brother, it seems that there is really no need for us to wait!" Senior Brother Qian looked at the slowly rising sun and said a little depressed.

"Bang...... Bang! ”

On the grim face of the yin owl boy, a pair of evil fire eyes, he looked fiercely at the poisonous mist swamp, and finally kicked the boulder that was large enough to have a grinding plate, and finally sighed, and said unwillingly: "Hey...... Anyway, it seems that there is no way to replenish recently! ”

When Senior Brother Qian heard this, he immediately shook his head with a wry smile, and took the lead in flying up, knowing that after Senior Brother Zhang said this, the female slaves in his cave mansion would be unlucky.

Seeing Senior Brother Qian take the lead in raising the sword, the five outer disciples were overjoyed, and they wanted to prepare to follow closely behind, but at this time, an unusually cold voice came.

"Who said let you go!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'...... What else do you command? Seeing the eyes of the yin owl boy who were almost devouring, an inner disciple suddenly smiled cowardly.

It's just that his smile seems to be unusually stiff, making him laugh worse than crying!

"Stay here for another month, catch the female cultivator of the Xuanyue Sect and reward you, and if you don't see the Xuanyue Sect monk come out after a month, you can leave later, otherwise you will die!" The yin owl boy glanced at the five people with cold eyes, and when the last dead word was spoken, the person had already flown more than a hundred zhang away, and flew together with the middle-aged man with the horizontal scar.

The middle-aged man's mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but he saw the gloomy face of the young man, and finally smiled indifferently and shot away.

"This ......"

Seeing this scene, the five inner disciples suddenly became miserable, their aggrieved faces were longer than the donkey's face, and when they saw the two figures getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into two black dots and disappeared into the sky, they immediately scolded.

All kinds of unbearable curse words came one after another, venting their hearts that were about to be suffocated, but after they scolded, they had to continue to squat here with their faces aggrieved.

If the Xuanyue Sect and the Beast Control Sect have a strict hierarchy, then the hierarchy of the Imperial Soul Sect is simply strict to the point of perversion, completely following the naked law of the jungle.

It is no exaggeration to say that an elite disciple like the Yin Owl Boy, when he sees a beautiful female disciple of the inner or outer sect, he can even take it to his own cave mansion even within the sect, and the life and death of the other party are all up to him.

And the monks of the Royal Soul Sect deal with more than the ghouls, so they tend to be more perverted, and sometimes even ......

Of course, the powerful female cultivators among some of the elite disciples of the Imperial Soul Sect are also those handsome male cultivators among the inner and outer disciples who are extremely jealous, like the existence of avoiding the plague.

Like the previous middle-aged man with a majestic and burly horizontal scar, before he became an elite disciple, he had already scratched several horizontal scars on his face!

There is also an old woman surnamed Xin among the five, who already has a mouthful of buckteeth, and she is extremely ugly, which is not at ease, and she opened her upper lip stiffly, causing shortness of breath, and the cracked upper lip blocked the nostrils at once, looking troublesome with her hands.

Therefore, that yin owl boy can unscrupulously let the more than twenty outer disciples send their lives like cannon fodder, and let their five outer disciples obediently squat here for a month, although they are unwilling, but they have to continue to squat here hard, otherwise it will be miserable to be killed by him.

Fortunately, the yin owl boy made them squat here for a month instead of a year, and these five inner disciples seemed to be able to comfort themselves like this.

Time passed day by day, and by the thirteenth day, the two male cultivators and the strange ugly began to curse Wan Qingyun, a spy who had been stabbed by a thousand knives, but the other man and woman were no longer here.

"Grandma, it's okay for Wan Qingyun to die inside, otherwise if Jia sees it, he will be crushed and ashes!" A middle-aged monk with a thin body opened the road.

"That turtle son was still very trustworthy before, but I really don't know what the situation is this time?" A diminutive monk cursed and wondered deeply.

"Phew! It doesn't matter if his mother was trustworthy before, anyway, this big mistake is enough to crush him! The thin middle-aged man said unimpressedly.

"Also, let Li see that he will definitely take him into ......"

"It's not good...... the short monk was still finished, and not far from the two of them, the ugly old woman, who had been meditating silently, stood up suddenly, and suddenly exclaimed.

[Here to spit out the hard work life of the tunnel surveyor, every time I enter the hole to measure, it is always half an hour to an hour before the slag is discharged, so that I often eat ashes in the hole, and I will become a gray old man when I come out! 】