This well, there are many years, the walls of the well are full of cracks, although there is no light to shine, but when it comes to their kind of cultivation, night vision is nothing, I have to say that Kunjing is indeed very capable, can build such a deep tunnel, built underground, it is indeed difficult to be discovered by others, and they fell rapidly for two minutes, of course, their descent speed is not slow, but they don't know what is underneath, they can only control their speed, slow down, in case of emergency, Respond to unexpected situations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sun Simiao instantly landed below, Wang Feng and Liu Rufeng also followed, looking up at the sky, roughly estimating, it was more than fifty meters deep, hitting the deep ground, fortunately, Kunjing is not too perverted, this is first of all the shape of a altar, on the surrounding stone walls, there are several glowing luminite stones, illuminating the passage, the three of them first looked at the surrounding environment.

On the altar, overgrown with weeds, a winding step, different heights, potholes, stepping on it are a little grateful, the passage is a little wide, enough for two people to walk side by side, I have to say that this magnificent building, by no means can be completed in a short time, what is this Kunjing cultivation, not to mention, but this ability to dig holes is really good, three people walked more than ten meters, and saw a bad door, a simple wooden door made of wooden sticks.

In front of the wooden door, a few piles of white bones lay there quietly, as well as those that have not been dried, but the fragments of school uniforms, can be clearly seen, the ground is blood-red, and the corners of the wall are pools of blood that have long been dried up, and there are more than a dozen white bones.

"Kunjing, what a fucking brute, it was really his hand on those underage girls, such a wicked person, in order to practice magic skills, he did not hesitate to mutilate innocent lives, he really deserved a thousand cuts, and it was not a pity to die."

The three of them saw this scene, Rao is the battle-hardened Wang Feng, and his hands were stained with the blood of his compatriots, and he couldn't accept it, this is a girl in the flower season, and she hasn't seen the beauty of this flower world, so she died unclear, and the bones were abandoned here, so you can imagine how hard Kunjing's heart is, and he is so ruthless to these girls who are still in school.

"The undead have not been at peace, the villains are still doing evil, if you don't kill this demon, my Sun Simiao swears not to be a man."

Sun Simiao swore with a murderous face, he never thought that Kunjing would be so inhumane, more than a dozen lives, just buried here, how not to make people's hearts ache, he seemed to see those flower girls, the roar of fear before death, deeply hit his heart, originally for the disappearance of the girl, he had a sense of guilt, and now seeing such a cruel means, he is full of anger.

Although Liu Rufeng is a person in the Demon Dao, killing people is nothing, but he kills people who should be killed, even if they are not villains, they are also enemies and opponents, and they are all monks at the same level, for ordinary people, he has never been a killer, it is simply against the way of heaven, he is creating evil, and no one can really accept such a method to deal with those ordinary girls who are still underage.

"Let's go, I think Kunjing may be waiting for us inside, what's the use of being angry here, if you really want to do something for the dead, let's go and take down Kunjing's head, come to pay tribute to the dead souls, say ten thousand words, it's better to do something with real knives and guns."

Wang Feng is also completely angry now, and he is even more worried about the missing Deng Die, originally he thought that the girl was missing, just imprisoned, or sold, never thought that the other party would be so frustrated, and killed the girl inhumanely, the white bones on the ground, mixed with black silk, the aura in it was completely emptied, and at a glance, he could imagine that Kunjing must have used magic skills to suck them into white bones.

Sun Simiao pushed open the wooden door and strode in, one of which was a cave, like a small playground, with a simple stone bed in the innermost part, and a skinny old man sitting on the stone bed, without the slightest vitality, like a stone carving, I don't know how long it has been dead, and the other imprints are nothing, and what makes them pay attention is.

Near the wooden door, there is a rusty iron cage, in which a girl is closed, the girl is unusually quiet, not struggling, and wearing a school uniform, there is a lot of blood on the sleeves, so that the stone house is filled with a pungent smell of blood, so that the three of them can't help frowning, but this girl is still dead, and the breath of life is still very strong.

After Wang Feng walked over, she saw that it was Deng Die, who had been missing for a day, at this time she closed her eyes tightly, next to the wall, she didn't know what she was thinking, she seemed to notice someone approaching, she opened her eyes, and saw a familiar person at a glance, or the guy she wanted to see the most during this time, only to see Deng Die shaking her head and smiling bitterly.

"It seems that I am really about to die, and I have hallucinations, Wang Feng, where are you now? Why didn't you come to my rescue? If I did die, would you miss me? Maybe not, after all, we are nothing, and there are so many people of the opposite sex around you."

After Deng Die finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and his ears heard the sound of the iron rod being struck, which was unusually crisp and harsh, and the young man outside the iron cage stepped in, looked at Deng Die who couldn't believe it, and laughed softly.

"If you die, I won't miss you, because I won't let you die at all."

Wang Feng smiled, hugged Deng Die in his arms, and laughed softly, but his tone was extremely worried.

"Don't act without permission next time, if something really happens to you, let me explain to the leaders in the army, it's good that you're still alive."

"How is that possible? How could he die here".

At this time, Liu Rufeng suddenly screamed, he stood on the stone bed, pointed to the body on the bed, and shouted in disbelief, Sun Simiao also galloped over in one step, and his body was sluggish.

Because the person lying on the bed is Kunjing, the two of them have been in school for many days, and they have seen Kunjing more than once, but at this time, he is lying on the bed peacefully, motionless, like a person who has been dead for many years, his face is blue, cold and abnormal, how is this possible? How could Kunjing die here, and who is committing the crime so recently.

"You don't have to look at me, everything here, I don't know at all, after I came down quietly, I was immediately knocked unconscious by someone with great force, and when I woke up, I found myself locked in a cage, what happened, I didn't figure it out at all, until now I was still confused, I couldn't believe that I was rescued, thinking that I was still in a dream."

Deng Die saw that Wang Feng and the three of them looked at her, and seemed to want to explain what was going on, as if she knew some big secret, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, with an embarrassed and bitter face, but it made Wang Feng and the three of them laugh for a while, and this guy has been in a coma here.

"This body has been dead for at least a year, so who did the disappearance of the school girl?"

Wang Feng touched the body on the bed with his hands, experimented with his strength, and then judged from his comprehensive experience that the time for this body to lose its vitality must be extremely long, but to his surprise, the skin was well preserved, and it didn't look like a dead person at all.

"Who killed Kunjing? Who would have thought that a generation of strong people would lie here so desolate a few decades ago."

Liu Rufeng sighed with emotion, monks can't escape the erosion of time, no matter how powerful a person is, what can he do, in his twilight of old age, it's not that the oil will be extinguished, and the body will die.

"If the old man doesn't want to die, who can kill me?"

At this time, creaking footsteps sounded in the tunnel, and soon a figure suddenly appeared in the wooden door, and the indifferent voice came in, without emotion, the tone was cold, a little hoarse and weak, just like a dying person was dying, but the four people in the cave shook at the same time, like falling into an ice cave, and the hairs all over their bodies exploded, as if death was enveloping their side.

Wang Feng and the others turned around to look, only to see an old man standing outside the door, and now he has walked in, exactly the same as the person lying on the stone bed, it is Kunjing, but now the surface of his body is entangled with black silk, the top of his head is filled with black mist, and his face is unusually calm, as if he can't see his face clearly, hazy and abnormal, grinning, white teeth, like a demon, bloodthirsty and crazy, is this the magic of cultivating magic skills? .

"Who can kill you? The wicked are rampant, and I will kill you."

Sun Simiao said violently, stepped on the ground, and a big pit appeared in an instant, his body was like an arrow off the string, almost in the blink of an eye, he attacked in front of Kunjing, punched out, and there was a piercing wind, but Kunjing did not move, just opened his mouth coldly and said "".

Without seeing his movements, Sun Simiao's facial features were bleeding, his body flew out upside down, and he smashed on the ground, and suddenly the dust was flying, Sun Simiao spit blood from his mouth, and the blood was sprayed in front of him, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and he couldn't stand up directly, he was embarrassed and abnormal, and he was very miserable.

This scene shocked Wang Feng and Liu Rufeng, Sun Simiao's cultivation in the late stage of the day after tomorrow, martial arts is strong, and he was drunk by Kunjing with a word, what kind of strength cultivation is this, it must be unfathomable, even if Wang Feng has many ancestral martial arts, it is impossible to rely on one sentence so easily to drink Sun Simiao, so that he does not have any combat effectiveness.

"Haha, the fragile guy, also want to float and shake the tree, challenge the old man, the magic still needs the demon body to urge, if I had already figured it out back then, how could I be defeated by the Shaolin monks, this is the power of the Shura body, let the intoxicated and obsessed immortal body, who else in the world can kill me, I Kunjing will take the heads of the four of you today to commemorate my demon body cultivation."

Kun Jing laughed loudly, his eyes widened, and two sharp blades shot out, stabbing at Wang Feng and Liu Rufeng.

Burst.

Liu Rufeng screamed, he turned around hard, but he was still hit through the chest by the sharp blade, but it made him flash the vital point, a powerful impact, a blood arrow, poured into the air, his body also fell to the ground with a bang, convulsions all over, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the blade almost took away half of his vitality, and he was seriously injured.

Wang Feng reacted much faster, punched on the blade, with a monstrous bang, his body was like a cannonball, smashed into the wall, although the blade was broken, but his palm was covered with a layer of black silk, quickly eating away at his flesh and blood, a large amount of essence was quickly disappearing, since his debut, he had never been injured, but his arm was broken, his blood was not smooth, although he did not vomit blood, but the corners of his mouth flowed a drop of blood.

"Such a powerful fellow, I am not his opponent at all".

Wang Feng shouted in disbelief in his heart, there is such an anti-heaven existence in the world, what is the extent of Kunjing's cultivation, is it because of Shura's body? .

"What kind of cultivation are you, and why are you so powerful?"

Wang Feng walked down from the stone wall with difficulty, and the three of them suffered a blow from Kunjing at the same time, only Wang Feng could still stand and speak.

Deng Die also hurried over to help him, looking at him with great concern.

"The old man didn't even move a finger, and he injured you like this, it seems that I still underestimate this Shura body, if you calculate the cultivation, at least it is also the middle innate stage, or higher above."

Kunjing said arrogantly, the innate strong in the world are as rare as the edges and corners of a few.

The early stage of the congenital powerhouse, and only a few immortal sects that have been inherited for thousands of years will have innate powerhouses, one innate is enough to support the rise of a sect, and the strong people in the middle stage, I am afraid that the world will never surpass ten people, so Kunjing has absolutely arrogant capital.

"Come, accept the call of death".

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