The west wind was fierce, and the black-clothed man with the mask looked at the kneeling person in front of him, his eyes were cold, as if he had to beat the person in front of him to the eighteenth layer of hell to calm the hatred in his heart.

The kneeling man kept kowtowing, his head was broken, and his mouth kept muttering: "Master, let me go, I didn't mean to." ”

But the man in black with a mask standing on the edge of the cliff, with a red bloodlust in his eyes, looked at the person in front of him as if he were looking at a worthless dog.

Accompanied by the roar of the wind, the heart-rending shouts of people resounded throughout the mountain.

The man in the black mask looked at the man who was still begging for mercy in front of him turned into pieces, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Unintentional is more terrible than intentional, which shows that you don't take the words of this sect to heart at all, what use do you say this sect keeps you." ”

The man in the black mask turned to look at the man in black who was kneeling down and said coldly, "What did you say when this sect ordered the task? ”

A group of black-clothed people ignored the torture just now, and said in unison: "The sect leader said that it is not allowed to hurt people's lives. ”

The man in the black mask continued: "The purpose of this sect is to seize the treasure, and the Holy Carefree and his party must not hurt their lives, they can only threaten them, you know? After all, this sect still relies on them to go to the snow mountain to slaughter Qingmen. ”

"Obey the Lord's command."

The man in the black mask turned to look at the abyss, waved his hand, and the other black-clothed people dispersed like shadows, at an extremely fast speed, as if there was nothing in the qiē that had just happened.

Even the corpses that had just been shattered into powder disappeared without a trace in a matter of moments.

With the sound of the wind, a purple-clothed man knelt behind the black-clothed masked man and said, "Han Yuqing, congratulations to the sect leader for returning to the rivers and lakes. ”

The person in front of him was the god of the entire Sanssouci Sect, and Han Yuqing's eyes shone with admiration.

The man in the black mask said, "This sect has instructed you to chase and intercept Ni Shang and Cang'er, what is the result?" ”

Han Yuqing said: "The subordinates are not doing well, so they committed suicide by jumping off the cliff." ”

The man in the black mask said coldly, "Are you sure they are dead?" ”

Han Yuqing shuddered, but still said firmly: "The subordinates are sure, the subordinates saw them fall off the cliff with their own eyes, and then sent people to the bottom of the valley to search, but they didn't find anything." ”

The man in the black mask turned to look at Han Yuqing, who was still kneeling, gently patted Han Yuqing's delicate cheek, and said, "But the news that this sect has received is that Fu Ni Shang is alive and well. Cang'er is also alive and well. Go to the torture gate to receive the punishment. ”

Han Yuqing gritted her teeth and said a promise.

The man in the black mask withdrew the hand that slapped Han Yuqing's cheek and said: "This sect is not blaming you for being unfavorable, but you overestimate yourself too much, and you have to see people in life and corpses in death when you treat your opponent, and you have to kill them with one blow, and you can't give your opponent any chance to breathe." ”

The look on Han Yuqing's face turned into admiration and said, "The subordinates understand, and the subordinates will go to receive the punishment." ”

The man in the black mask waved his palm and said, "Inform the other three that the day after tomorrow Linglongju will discuss major matters." ”

Han Yuqing said a promise and left this place.

The black-clothed masked man looked at Dongfang white, his eyebrows furrowed, and the red in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Brother Wuwu, Brother Wuwu, I'm Murong Yu, where are you?"

The black-clothed masked man heard the shouts of the group, and there was still a red mist in his eyes, but now was not the time for the Sect Master of the Sanssouci Sect to appear, otherwise all his plans would be in vain.

The man in the black mask was very skilled, and disappeared from the cliff without a trace in an instant.