"What if... You guys... A must go... words..."

"Just... Want... Let's put it first... I.... Kill.... Die..."

The two women looked at each other, speechless.

This dead dog...

There is no way, in the face of a talking wolf, the two of them are little foundation building monks, and they can't make any waves.

The two looked at each other, as if they had made some kind of agreement.

And Da Bai seemed to have penetrated the thoughts of the two, and stumbled and said: "I... At... You guys... The body... Above... Put... Finish... Trace... Engraving... Barry... Within... I'm all... Yes... Found it... You guys..."

Lin Anqi rolled her eyes, got up and walked towards the second floor.

"Okay, okay, you're the most capable. ”

Da Bai fell back and closed his eyes.

....

Over time, in the afternoon of the second day.

Under the mountain gate of the Temple of the Dead.

Hundreds of figures stood like ghosts in the woods.

Among them, there are members from Baihua Butterfly, and there are also disciples from Huangquan Pavilion.

Between the two brother sects, the disciples didn't know each other, but because of the order, they didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

"In this operation, I have seven hundred and twenty people, six hundred and eighty dark energy masters, three or four grandmasters, five half-masters, and one venerable. Feng Ziyang leaned against a tree and played with the plum blossom dart in his hand.

Hearing this, Jiang Han nodded.

"There are only one hundred and fifty people from the Huangquan Pavilion who have come this time, eighty half-sects who are proficient in the way of assassination, fifty-seven grandmasters, ten half-masters, and two venerables..."Evan said casually.

The black seven lazy sheep were lying at Jiang Han's feet.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but pull his ears twice.

"What's the matter, this is to destroy the door?"

Hearing Hei Qi's ridiculous words, the six or seven people present couldn't help but show a cold smile.

With the addition of Haoyang Black Seven, they can be said to have poured out of the nest this time, and there are five Venerables!

Fifteen half-statues!

No matter how strong the Hall of the Dead is, there will never be any accidents.

Jiang Han had already contacted the secret service, and the other party very simply agreed to stop the supporters of the Hall of Death for them.

The Hall of the Dead is a thorn in the coffin, and the Secret Service has been unhappy with them for a long time.

Now that Jiang Han has led people to make a move on the Hall of the Dead, it is too late for Duanmuyang to be happy.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a female disciple of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly asked curiously, looking at the Huangquan Pavilion disciple who was silently leaning against the tree and wiping the cold dagger.

The Huangquan Pavilion disciple didn't speak, as if he only had that sword in his eyes, and nothing else.

"Hey, you!" the female disciple of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.

"Don't think it's great if it's Huangquan Pavilion, be careful that I ask Sister Ziyang to beat you!"

The female disciple shook her fist.

The Huangquan Pavilion disciple finally reacted, and the corners of his mouth raised.

The blood dagger in his hand picked up a pale red sword flower, and the cold and ferocious killing intent poured towards the Hundred Flowers Butterfly disciple.

"Then I'll kill you right now. ”

A cold, unforgiving voice rang out.

Suddenly, like a pebble, it stirred up a thousand waves.

This Huangquan Pavilion disciple immediately aroused the hostility of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly disciple.

"Hey, what are you arrogant?!"

"It's just a grandmaster, if you dare to be arrogant, I will arrest you to make fertilizer!"

"That's it, what a drag!"

There was a condemnation on the side of Baihua Butterfly.

The disciples of Huangquan Pavilion were all silent, but they all silently took out the weapons in their hands.

Their creed is: don't press, do what you should do.

Just when the two sides were about to fight, two reprimands rang out at the same time.

"Stop!"

"Shut up!"

Among the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly, a woman wearing a pale pink power suit slowly walked out, with a delicate figure, her long hair coiled up, and a lily bouquet was used.

The woman's voice is cold, like a pearl on a plate, crisp and pleasant, with an indifference that is close to the living.

As soon as the woman appeared, the chirping disciples of the Hundred Flowers and Butterflies were suddenly silent, as if they had seen the backbone of the main heart.

"Sister Lily!"

Lily nodded, walked to the front of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly disciple, and looked at the man who appeared in front of the Huangquan Pavilion disciple like a ghost.

"Take care of your disciples, otherwise, I will report to the Great Chief..."

Lily said coldly.

The man was dressed in a black robe with gold trim embroidered on the cuffs, three small blood-colored swords standing on his chest, and a Shura mask.

Hearing this, a strangely shaped scimitar appeared in his hand like magic, as long as half an arm, glowing with blood.

The scimitar was slowly raised, aimed at Lily.

"I know you, the Hundred Flowers and Butterflies, the Twelve Flowers, the Lily..."

The man's voice was hoarse, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Your head is worth 1200w, I'm wondering, should I cut you down to get the reward?"

As soon as the words fell, Lily clenched her fists violently.

The ground squirmed at the man's feet, and hundreds of thin lily branches burst out of the ground and grabbed at the man's ankles.

The man's figure flickered, ghostly appeared in front of Lily, the scimitar in his hand slashed an arc, and slashed towards Lily's neck, without the slightest mercy.

The lily did not dodge or dodge, and with a soft snort, stretched out a white and tender barley, and a faint pink light burst out from the palm of the hand.

The scimitar slashed at Lily's neck, but as if it was cut into the air, it slashed down directly.

Lily's figure dissipated violently, and the thick and sharp vines stabbed towards the man's heart.

The man slammed his foot on the ground and pulled back.

The person was in mid-air, twisted his waist violently, and slashed down behind him with a knife.

Bite!

A faint cyan light appeared in front of the scimitar blade, but the light in the mist state was like an iron wall, colliding with the scimitar, making a crisp sound.

"That's enough, let's stop for a while. A calm voice rang out.

A tall figure gradually solidified between the man and the lily.

It was a woman in a pale blue dress, with magnificent patterns all over the skirt, and long dark blue hair like the ocean falling behind her head.

Seeing this, Lily immediately withdrew his hand and retreated, respectfully kneeling on the ground.

"I've seen my lord!"

"I've seen my lord!" all the Hundred Flowers Butterfly disciples all knelt down and shouted respectfully.

The man's hand shook, the scimitar was retracted, his toes tapped on the ground one after another, and he retreated to the camp of Huangquan Pavilion, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared with a look of fear.

The strength of this woman... Very strong!

"Your name is Li Yang, right? Evan told me about you..."The woman in the long dress looked at Li Yang and said lightly.

Li Yang didn't speak, and the aura on his body gradually became gloomy.

"You're good, but it's not the time for you to do it..."

The woman waved her hand, and everyone stood up, and then they heard the woman speak.

"Huangquan Pavilion and Hundred Flowers and Butterflies are one, it's best not to have a conflict of life and death..."

As soon as the words fell, a faint coercion was released from the woman, which was the coercion that belonged to the peak strength of the half-deity.

In just a moment, the woman put away her momentum and slowly walked towards the depths of the mountain forest.

"Even if it is a fight of life and death, it is not allowed at this time..."

"If you don't follow the rules, you will be killed on the spot!"

The woman's voice gradually dissipated, and there was silence for a moment, and the chatter began.

"What? We're actually the same family as Huangquan Pavilion?"

"Cut, what about the family? ”

"I heard that the people in Huangquan Pavilion are a bunch of crazy people..."

Thousands of people are good at concealing their aura and covering their whereabouts.

In this vast jungle, the disciples of the Hall of the Dead came and went, but they were not discovered.

Even if a disciple of the Hall of the Past Lives strayed into the ambush circle, he would be killed silently in an instant.

Over time, the sun gradually shifts and sets in the sky.

A murderous aura shrouded the mountain gate of the Hall of the Dead, gradually spreading towards the entire mountain.

Hei Qi's body began to change, and in a deep black mist, it slowly changed from a black dog to a domineering black dragon that was more than ten meters long.

Feng Ziyang and several other members of the Hundred Flowers Butterfly looked stupid, Jiang Han jumped forward, and a short sword appeared in his hand, firmly stepping on the top of Hei Qi's head.

Haoyang was silent, and the Jin Yang sword behind him came out of its sheath, and a wisp of sword qi burst out.

A venerable person brought by the Hundred Flowers Butterfly gradually changed in size and became a half-human, half-flower monster, but the aura on his body became more and more powerful.

And the two black-robed people who had been standing behind Evan swelled violently several times, and a gust of yin wind spread out from the two of them, accompanied by bursts of piercing laughter.

"Truly..."

"Are you ready?" Jiang Han's voice was very soft, but it reached the ears of the hundreds of Grandmaster powerhouses on the field word for word.

Everyone's eyes were fixed.

A fighting spirit began to rise in my heart.

The Temple of the Dead, before today, was invincible.

But, after today, it will be a stepping stone for them, forever... Lost in history...

"Very well, then... Kill!"

Jiang Han ordered softly, and the Black Seven Sect flew into the sky silently, followed by Haoyang and the remaining three Venerables, rushing into the night, and rushing straight towards the place where the Venerable of the Hall of Death was.

Soldier to soldier, general to general, and orderly division of labor, so that the combat power can be brought into full play.

After Jiang Han and the others set off, Feng Ziyang and Evan also turned into two black shadows, each gathered their disciples, turned into black shadows, and rushed towards the mountain gate of the Hall of Death.

"Why can't you see the moon tonight?" a Resurrection Hall disciple muttered as he looked at the sky.

"It's July, why is it still so cold?"

Poof!

There was a soft thud.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Poof!

"Uh..."

After the disciples guarding the mountain were dealt with, 300 people were left to guard the door, and the remaining 700 people rushed towards the gate of the Hall of Death like arrows from the string.

The silence of the night was soon broken by a succession of roars.

Fighting, broke out!

At the same moment when the battle broke out on the mountain, dozens of people hid in the woods at the bottom of the mountain, looking at the top of the mountain with shocked eyes.

glanced at each other, opened their mobile phones in unison, posted posts, and replied to their respective forces.

'Live broadcast, Huangquan Pavilion vs Hall of the Dead, which is stronger and which is weak, you can see tonight!'

The post was topped in just 10 minutes, with comments refreshed almost at thousands per second.

At this time, several people who decided the final outcome of the battle had officially met.

There are a total of sixteen elders in the Hall of the Dead, as well as three hall masters and deputy hall masters, fifteen half-master masters, and four venerables!

At this time, there was no arrogance on their faces, and some were just heavy and solemn.

At the head is an old man, standing in the air, his robe moving without wind, and his momentum is remarkable, like a mountain.

He looked at Jiang Han who was standing on top of Hei Qi's head, and... On both sides of Hei Qi's side, Haoyang and the other four Venerables were also standing in the air.

"What does this mean, Your Excellency?"

This hall master was a little cowardly, of course he knew who Jiang Han was, and this morning he also discussed with someone whether to directly destroy Jiang Han's family.

But at this time, look at the combat effectiveness of your own side, and then look at the combat effectiveness of Jiang Han's side.

After living for two or three hundred years, he instantly distinguished the powerful relationship.

Can't beat it!

What to do?

Confess!

It's a pity that Jiang Han didn't mean to go down the stairs at all.

"It's not interesting, a few friends and I want to come and learn the tricks of the Temple of the Dead. ”

Jiang Han didn't talk nonsense, he stomped on the top of Hei Qi's head, and his violent momentum exploded instantly.

Black Seven was like a streamer, rushing towards the hall master.

Rise!!!

The domineering roar was as loud as thunder, and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Kill!" Seeing that Jiang Han did not leave them any leeway, the hall master of the Hall of Death gave up the negotiation, and with a flip of his wrist, a long knife appeared in his hand, and he roared angrily.

"Kill!"

Airplanes!

The sword roared softly, and the Jinyang Sword dragged a wisp of golden light, slashing through the space and shooting out from the distant sky.

This was also a matter of an instant, the sparks of the host exploded, and soon a burst of smoke came out, Li Guanhai didn't have time to scold, and directly kicked the computer desk to the ground.

After some frantic smashing, the computer was completely scrapped, and the room was in a mess.

Li Guanhai covered his heart, panting heavily, his face flushed, looking at everything in front of him, he only felt upset.

Stumbled back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa, gritting his teeth, the green tendons on his neck bulging, and the whole person looked hideous and terrifying.

After a while, Li Guanhai's expression calmed down, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"I can't live this day..."

Glancing at the mess in the bedroom, Li Guanhai tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The computer can't be used, take out the phone, open QQ.

It was at this time that the news of the 'bad night' came.

"Okay, the account is registered, I sent you the tutorial for logging in to the website, you must remember it, if you wait until the information is cleared, don't ask me when the time comes. ”

The other party bubbled up and the avatar turned completely gray.

Li Guanhai took his mobile phone and clicked on the first email called 'Account Information'.

Account: Li Guanhai

Passcode: 000000

Nickname: Pig that bites indiscriminately. ”

Li Guanhai: ٩(╬ఠдఠ)و

Come out on a bad night, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!

The mood that had just stabilized almost didn't blow up the phone because of an email.

This was also a matter of an instant, the sparks of the host exploded, and soon a burst of smoke came out, Li Guanhai didn't have time to scold, and directly kicked the computer desk to the ground.

After some frantic smashing, the computer was completely scrapped, and the room was in a mess.

Li Guanhai covered his heart, panting heavily, his face flushed, looking at everything in front of him, he only felt upset.

Li Guanhai covered his heart, panting heavily, his face flushed, looking at everything in front of him, he only felt upset.

(End of chapter)