The voice was sudden, and the laughter was mixed with long gasps. It's a rich man's voice. All eighteen monks were stunned and looked at the entrance with pale faces. After all, fear still happens.

At the entrance, there were twenty strong breaths, Wu Jun walked out slowly, and showed a bright smile at the eighteen Wu Jun, but the low-hanging smile, the eyes were so indifferent.

It is a well-known saying that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows. When sandpipers and mussels fight for profit, it's only natural that everyone wants to be fishermen. But when they think they are the Yellow Finch Fisherman, they will find that the real Yellow Finch Fisherman has not yet appeared.

According to the information that everyone has obtained, there are at least eight hundred, and at most one thousand Martial Monarchs have entered the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana, but only eight hundred Martial Monarchs have appeared in the cave of Nirvana, that is, there may be more than two hundred Martial Monarchs who have not appeared.

Wu Jun, who had already been here, did not expect this. There was another Wu army lurking on the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to move. However, when no one threw away the three keys and someone fell into madness at that moment, this idea was completely forgotten by the whole atmosphere.

Maybe some of them are clear-headed and want to get out, but such a scuffle can be avoided if you want to avoid it. No one is alone. So, instead of passively participating in the war, it is better to deal with it proactively. In this way, some people will hide behind such worries. I don't remember these two at this moment ten new military kings, everything was like a dream.

One of them threw the key out of his hand and said to those who had just come in, "Here is the key." "I'm not going to play this game. Whoever wants to play it, play it. ”

After throwing the key out, Wu Jun prepared to leave the third layer of space. He no longer seems to be attached to the sacred legacy. The remaining 17 people, Wu Jun, looked at each other, and two of them also threw the keys out, while the 17 people left with the previous one.

But they wanted to leave, and those twenty new Wujun didn't intend to let them go that easily. They blocked the entrance, and the first person sneered and said, "Haha, is it so easy to leave?" We need the key, everyone, leave it to me too!"

But one of them angrily shouted to the leader: "Sneak a look, you dare to stop us." "Make sure you're just one of the seven of us. ”

Led by the 20th Armed Army, it is called Yinian. Although they wore different costumes, and some wore masks, they were clearly all a group, and they were all disciples of the Thirteen Nights Alliance.

The Night 13 Alliance is the king of the Southern Wastelands. But the 13th Night Alliance can have the strength and status it has today. In Qi Xiong's eyes, they gave it. So the man said that the 13 League at night was a dog that was raised by Qi Xiong. Although it sounds hard to hear, in Saixiong's eyes, it is the same.

"Haha, isn't it?" Qi Xiong's disciples treat us as lackeys, do you think we regard you as our masters? Secretly sneered, the figure suddenly moved upward, and the person who spoke suddenly came over, grabbed his throat, and in the frightened eyes of the other party, the desolation continued.

"These seven bullshit are a bunch of stinky, stupid idiots. This barren land of the South doesn't need so many people to point out. One is enough, this is our thirteenth night alliance. ”

"What do you want to do!" Let Zhou Peng go! Otherwise, I will definitely report to the sect about today's incident. At that point, you won't have to have the Thirteen Nights Alliance. One of the 18 shouted.

For a long time, the people of the Thirteen Nights League met Qi Xiong's disciples, especially those who were outstanding, and they always looked like slaves. It also gave them the habit of performing well in front of the league on the 13th night, something that won't change anytime soon.

Unfortunately, in the past, as long as a little bad color was needed, and the 13 Nights League people would show their fears. Today, these 20 people take them for idiots. The cruel smile on the corner of their mouth was undisguised.

"Do you know which thirteen dharmas it is made of?" That dark night suddenly said a word of nonsense.

In the darkness of the night, the thirteen phali are made up of the thirteen afaris. However, few people know about the Thirteen Laws. Except for the nine leagues of Shang Wulian, Bing Erlian, and Yao Erlian, almost no one knows the remaining four leagues.

The genius who only knows cultivation does not know the Night Thirteen Alliance. He wasn't going to hear anything from these people. Instead, he said to himself, "Thirteen Alliances, plus Nine Alliances, for a total of four Alliances." Among them, the 10th Regiment was the branch to which we belonged, and as soon as the name came out, half of the 18 people were stunned. They had never heard of the Ghost Alliance, but the name of the Ghost Gate was very popular.

This is an organization that specializes in brutal killings. As long as the brigade or family targeted by the ghost gate has died, the final scene must be boneless and lifeless. The sight left behind is as eerie as the ghost gates in this area. Therefore, this organization will be called the Ghost Gate.

No one saw the people in the ghost gate appear. As long as the ghost gate moves, no one is alive, all the women, children and children are dead. This is an organization that no one dares to offend. It is also a mysterious and strange organization. Unexpectedly, this group is actually one of the 13 Nights League.

"Run!"

The other seventeen people, whether real or fake, turned around and fled for the first time, but because he dared to say the name of the Ghost League at this time, he obviously didn't intend to let them go.

"Escape, Heaven has no way to enter Earth. Where can you flee? Not only you, but all the monks here have gone to the ghost gate to report. Ha ha. Secretly smiled, and Zhou Peng made a sound around his neck, and his answer was broken again, as if he couldn't live anymore.

As for the other 19 people, they all flew out with a whoosh, thinking that the 17 men were chasing them. Seventeen-year-old Wu Jun, who ran out of oil, had no claws or teeth, and even lived a heavy life of more than ten days.

If it was a chaotic battle before, then the next one will be a one-sided slaughter, or 20 fighters slaughtering more than 700 fighters. If the people of the Ghost Alliance can really kill more than 700 warriors, and all the talents at the age of 300, then it is conceivable that for a long time in the future, the power of the entire southern wilderness will be like a cliff or even tens of thousands of years, in this case it may not be possible to recover, nor is it impossible to spend the night 13 Alliance to replace Nirvana without a city and become the real leader.

"Haha, what are the seven heroes of the Southern Emperor, and what are the heroes of the world?" When all your precious talents are gone, I know what else you can fight with me at night!" He laughed maniacally as he chased one of them. It's refreshing for the escape scene.

It was easy to kill twenty powerful generals and seventeen exhausted generals. But after the seventeen generals solved the case, the following people who were seriously injured were not worth mentioning. 20 of them killed more than 700 people. Such a feat would surely bring the fame of his ghost alliance to the point that people feared.

"Tang Kai, you can die......" After catching up with one of them, he sneered, the soul power in his hand was running slowly, but his breathing was gloomy. Even though it was simple to kill a monk named Tang Kai, he wanted to see the other person's expression of fear before he died.