The two people in the crowd began to stage a drama of "chasing and fleeing", but the old yellow head was a little angry, but the leader of the Rakshasa Sect was still calm. The old yellow head was repeatedly blocked by the sect members, so he could only stop and scold: "You are such fools, you are willing to be at the mercy of this person? ”

These people didn't listen to the old yellow man's words in the slightest, and still dragged him hard, not letting him get closer. When the leader of the Rakshasa Sect heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can you know the beauty of the 'Rakshasa Blessing'? Their sins in this life are hard to quench, do you want to let them continue to suffer in the next life? ”

These words sounded like an answer to the words of the old yellow head, but in the ears of the Rakshasa sect members, they were like "Daigo empowerment", they raised their hands one after another, shouted "Rakshasa blessing", knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, hoping that in this way, they would be exempted from their sins.

This "intentional" move just exposed the position of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, and the old yellow head naturally would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As soon as his feet were stamped, he jumped towards the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. Naturally, the leader had already thought of a countermeasure, only to hear him say eagerly, "Rakshasa blesses." He grabbed two members of the sect from his side and blocked them, and then fled backwards.

The old yellow head couldn't hold back the offensive for a while, and killed the two sect members on the spot. This is a good thing, the rest of the sect members are like ants on a hot pot, and they began to rush towards the old yellow head frantically, trying to stop him and prevent him from killing again. And the two people on the altar, seeing that they couldn't capture the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, could only turn around and kick away the sect members who were still pounced on Wei Wuji and save him.

At this time, Wei Wuji had become a piece of flesh and blood, and there was not an inch of good flesh on his exposed skin, all of which had been gnawed by these two people. Poor Wei Wuji had passed out in pain, and the two people in the cage had already been scorched black in the fire, and their lives had been dead for a long time......

The two of them set up Wei Wuji on the left and right, and galloped along the altar, meeting up with the old yellow head who had already broken through the crowd, and ran in the direction of the carriage.

After a few people returned to the carriage, Yi Nanxing tapped the carriage, and then Chen Fusheng's voice came faintly, "Senior, how is the battle going?" ”

The old yellow head did not answer Chen Fusheng's question, but directly lifted the curtain and hugged Wei Wuji, who was already a bloody man, in. The woman who shook the fan walked out of the crowd, and at this time, he was also disgraced, dragged the old yellow head out, and said softly: "It's no big deal, let the head of the family take a look." ”

Lao Huangtou raised his hand and lowered the curtain, and then said to the carriage: "Things are more tricky than imagined, and the most infuriating thing is that the person in charge of the car has run away." ”

"It's okay, then we will rush back to the broken temple immediately, or we can intercept this person." Chen Fusheng said firmly. Yi Nanxing did not hesitate for a moment, and had already turned the horse's head in the direction of the broken temple.

Hearing this, Luo Xiu patted the dust and carbon chips on his body, and asked with some puzzlement: "Why is it a broken temple?" Could it be that this person can't pass through here? ”

"Let's talk about this matter later, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid the culprit of the Rakshasa Sect will slip away." Chen Fusheng stopped talking nonsense, and tapped the carriage to signal Yi Nanxing to hurry up and get on the road.

The people of Lonely Roaring Heights said no more, and followed the carriage.

When everyone returned to the gate of the broken temple again, they felt that this place was a little more weird. It's still the broken stone statues, or the broken temple, or the plaques...... No, there's something wrong with that plaque.

With Yi Nanxing's shout, the carriage stopped in the night breeze not far from the ruined temple, quietly waiting for Chen Fusheng's words in the carriage.

The four people of Lonely Roaring Heights were also lined up, and they clearly felt a strong killing intent, rippling from the ruined temple, enveloping them in it without missing a trace. This unprecedented sense of oppression can only be experienced by masters who are several levels higher than them.

But here, how could such a small Rakshasa Sect leader be ......

Before everyone came to their senses, a person came out of the ruined temple, and the starlight sprinkled on his white clothes, like an immortal. This sudden sense of oppression is suffocating.

The old yellow head stood in front of the carriage, his hands clenched into fists, and he couldn't bear it. He naturally knew that between him and this man, but Bozhong, if there was a fight, it would be two to say who would win and who would lose. The man in white stroked his long hair, walked lightly out of the broken temple, and said softly with a faint smile: "Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

No one answered, as if ignoring the man's words. Chen Fusheng in the carriage was a little out of breath, but he still forced himself to whisper, "Who is this?" ”

The second girl in the carriage was already frightened when she heard this person's words, and when she heard Chen Fusheng's question, she replied tremblingly: "Mingyue Lou Nalan." ”

These five words were like five silver cones pierced into Chen Fusheng's chest, and he only heard him whisper: "My life is over." ”

The old yellow head ignored this greeting that was not salty or light, and sneered at each other: "You don't want to assist Li Cunqiao in Luoyang, what are you doing here?" Don't you still want to be beaten up? ”

Nalan tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled contemptuously, "Huang Wanli, don't be quick to speak." I'm here to give a message to the dying man, and I'm done. ”

When these words landed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and heard Nalan continue: "The battle of Luoyang, we will settle accounts after the autumn." I'm here to bring a message to Gu Xing for Li Cunqiao, 'If you die, it's naturally best.' If he doesn't die, then I will train you first, and then I will come to save him when you are successful. ’”

Gu Xing in the carriage had already woken up when everyone returned, and when he heard Nalan's words, he didn't dare to ask out loud, so he could only bite his lip and glared angrily through the curtain.

"I hope you are alive, and when you return to Luoyang in the future, the high-diving exhibition will already be famous in the world, and it will be overwhelming, hahahahahahahaha." After Nalan finished speaking, he calmly walked through the crowd and walked into the distance.

Before disappearing, he suddenly turned around and continued to say to everyone: "There has been an accident in Lonely Whistling Heights, it is my handiwork, you can go back and take a look, it's very interesting." As for why I didn't kill you, it was just a whim of mine, and wouldn't it be too boring to kill you all? ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the distance, completely disappearing. The old yellow head had nowhere to vent his anger in his eyes, but he was interrupted by Chen Fusheng in the carriage, "Don't be impulsive, everyone here joins forces, and it is estimated that we will not be his opponents." ”

"Why? Has he advanced his martial arts to this extent? Luo Xiu immediately asked, as if in disbelief.

"That's not the case, I and my predecessors can be on a par with him, but the direction he walked, not to mention that there were more than 10,000 troops in the formation, which was difficult for us to parry. In this way, it is just to play us like ants, and if it is really right, it is tantamount to using the mantis arm as a car. Chen Fusheng's words hit the nail on the head, and it seemed that everything had penetrated everything.

When Nalan walked away, the sense of oppression in the broken temple returned to normal, but the words of the white-clothed man who appeared inexplicably just now made the five people present frown.

Gu Xing's internal strength was completely lost at this time, his body was weak and weak, and he couldn't use any tricks at all, so he could only gamble on the hope of Quenching Crow Valley. After all, staying alive is the priority. And the change in Lonely Roaring Heights made Luo Xiu and the others uneasy.

The old yellow head retracted his gaze towards Nalan and said coldly: "At this time, it is imperative to solve the trouble in front of you. As for Mingyue Lou Nalan, we'll talk about it after we deal with it. ”

Everyone's faces sank, and the timing of this man's appearance was too strange, as if he was waiting for them to arrive. But he has no opponents, and it seems that there are more important things to do. It's just that the words he left behind hit the key points of several people present impartially, making his intentions even more confusing.

As soon as the old yellow head finished his words of reminder, the statue that had not moved at all suddenly writhed like a living creature and rushed towards everyone. Before they came to the broken temple, Chen Fusheng had already reminded that this place was different from before, just now I thought it was the reason for Mingyue Lou Nalan, but I didn't expect that there was a backhand.

In this way, between this Rakshasa Sect and Mingyue Tower, I am afraid that it is inseparable, and further down, I am afraid that this is also the arrangement of the one in Luoyang City, and it is very scary to think about it...... The ubiquitous dangers and calculations in the troubled times put everyone in danger at all times.

At this time, the plaque of the broken temple suddenly moved by itself, and Chen Fusheng hurriedly reminded him: "Hidden weapon, pay attention to dodge." Yi Nanxing, who was on top of the carriage, jumped up in response and greeted the plaque of the broken temple. At some point, there was an extra plank-like thing in his statement, and he spun it hard, blocking most of the attacks behind the plaque.

The rest of the people didn't dare to hold it up, and the four people of Lonely Roaring Heights and the old yellow head greeted them left and right, and only after restraining those broken idols did they see that these idols were connected to the thin silk threads behind them, and it was this silk thread that was manipulating their actions.

Seeing that everyone was unharmed, the man in the broken temple let out a strange scream, which was extremely similar to the leader of the Rakshasa Sect on the altar before, but it was different. It seems that this man has become angry and wants to put the people to death.

How could Yi Nanxing give him a chance, after blocking the hidden weapon, he threw the wooden board towards the plaque, and hit it hard, only to hear a muffled snort coming from the ruined temple. Inan fell back to the ground, and rushed in with a brisk stride. The old yellow head was not to be outdone, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had just held back on this person.

The four men of Solitary Roaring Heights guarded the carriage, looking around vigilantly for possible danger.

After about half an hour, Yi Nanxing and Old Yellow Head walked out of the ruined temple, but they said that they did not mention the corpse of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, and they looked a little depressed. Before everyone could speak, the old yellow head took the lead and said, "Ran away......"

Luo Xiu was a little stunned when he heard this, "Ran away?" Shouldn't he be able to fly when you two go in? ”

"That's the truth, but he's gone." The old yellow man shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Retreat? Is there a secret path here? Mo Ye heard the overtone in the old yellow head's words, and immediately added.

"We were negligent, and there was a secret passage under that idol that led to another place. The rat pressed the mechanism, and we had to turn back halfway and discuss with everyone to see how to act. Yi Nanxing said concisely and to the point, explaining the reason.

It turned out that when the two of them chased in, the leader of the Rakshasa Sect had already sneaked under the idol, and the two were about to catch up, but unexpectedly, the man pressed the mechanism and could only return in vain.

After listening to Yi Nanxing's statement, the old yellow head sighed, as if he was unwilling, but helpless.

Chen Fusheng said at this time: "Since there is nothing to chase, and it is not too late, let's rest and go on the road immediately." After finishing speaking, Chen Fusheng lifted the curtain, glanced at Lao Huangtou meaningfully, and then kept silent.

Yi Nanxing naturally took Chen Fusheng's horse as the first to look at it, and immediately walked quickly to the temple and led the eight people to the sedan chair, and said to everyone: "Then we will set off in an hour." ”

The crowd did not bother with it, but sat down around the carriage and began to sit down cross-legged and rest. It's just that Chen Fusheng is not tired, he stares at the broken temple plaque through the corner of the car curtain, as if he wants to get some answer from it......