Rat Da exhaled lightly: "I have said everything that should be said, I know in my heart, the twelve of us have done many evils, and it is impossible to escape death, I just hope that after death, we can be wrapped in a thin-skinned coffin and buried in one place." ”

"Yes!"

Ningbei saw the rat and the cow, both of them are a man, and they haven't begged for mercy until now.

Perhaps they also know that begging for mercy is useless.

The bloody nature of the warriors, in them, is vividly expressed.

Then, the gentian gun came out of his hand, turned into a black light, and burst out, piercing through the rat's big chest, and killing Niu Er behind him.

Killed two people with one shot and nailed to the statue of Sanqing.

Qingyangzi's face turned green, and he muttered: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, don't blame the ancestors, I will definitely recast the Dharma Body for you!" ”

There was murder in the Sanqing Palace, and the gentian gun was still nailed to the statue law.

I have to say that Ningbei's character has always been frivolous.

The Taoist Association knows that it is bound to be dissatisfied.

But this king of Ningbei is not afraid of ghosts and gods, so he has no scruples about doing things.

Murong Hua glanced at the corpses of the two rats, and said softly: "It's a pity, if the two senior generals don't choose the wrong path and join Beiliang, they will definitely be tiger generals!" ”

"Prepare twelve coffins and bury them together."

Ning Bei took back the gentian gun and gave a word.

Murong Hua immediately arranged for someone to transport the body away for burial.

The next moment, Ning Bei was not in a hurry to leave, sitting on the bluestone steps, looking at the bright white moon.

Yuan Tianfeng and the others were all standing behind them, not daring to sit together.

Qingyangzi shook his head and stood aside.

"Qingyang Daoist, are you the only one in the Taoist Temple?" Ning Bei asked indifferently.

Qingyangzi suddenly stirred: "Yes, it's a poor person." ”

"You became a nine-rank god of war at the age of twenty-two, where did you learn and what method did you practice?" Ning Bei glanced indifferently.

From the question of the King of Beiliang, Qingyangzi must answer.

He said honestly: "The cultivation of the first weather skills, the practice is swordsmanship." ”

"The first weather skill comes from the Quanzhen lineage of Zhongnan Mountain, which real person is your teacher of Quanzhen?"

Ningbei was chatting as if he was chatting.

It was this kind of small talk that made Yuan Tianfeng's cheeks sweat coldly, and his palms were full of sweat.

Murong Hua was also extremely restrained.

This kind of small talk is the most terrifying!

The majesty of King Beiliang has been deeply imprinted in their bones from beginning to end.

Qingyangzi sensed that something was wrong, and it wasn't a good thing that this big man was interested in him.

The answer to the question is not good, but it is necessary to make a U-turn.

He lowered his head: "The teacher inherits the lineage of Chongyang Palace in Nanshan, and the teacher is the eighty-second generation of Yuan Yangzi!" ”

"Zhongnan Mountain, backed by eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, known as the ancestral court of the world, you are the head of the sect, why did you fall into Bianshan and hide here to cultivate!"

Ningbei's deep eyes are bright, and cold light emerges.

A faint murderous aura lingered on everyone, making the audience silent.

Why did Ning Bei unleash a killing machine on him.

The reason is simple!

This old thing, lying.

There must be a secret to lie, and when he became the nine-rank god of war at the age of twenty-two, it can be seen how powerful his talent is.

This kind of talent, put aside now, can also be called a king's posture!

In forty years, Qingyangzi will reach the king level!

A feudal king, hidden in Bianshan, carrying the A9-level arrest warrant of the Central Plains General Group.

There is something wrong everywhere, how can you let Ningbei ignore it!

A king can slaughter a city in Bianjing.

In Ningbei's eyes, no matter what kind of force you belong to, whether you are cultivating in the secular world or cultivating in seclusion, your origin must be innocent, and the martial artists in the world must obey the jurisdiction of the five major groups!

Those who disobey discipline will be killed.

Don't blame the five general groups for being domineering, it's the group of martial artists, it's too special, and they don't dare to relax at all.

Qingyangzi hurriedly explained: "When I was young, I wandered away from Bianshan, and saw that the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, which is very suitable for seclusion, I am born to be quiet, indifferent to fame and fortune......"

"Born to be quiet, when you were twenty-two years old, you crossed the border to Sang Country and slaughtered 9,621 people!"

Ning Bei's sharp eyes were like sharp swords, and he said coldly: "You learned from Zhongnanshan, and you practiced swordsmanship, but you used a cold knife to kill in Sang Country!" ”

"Words are all lies!"

"As a martial artist, his origin is vague, and he is burdened with an A9-level arrest warrant, and if he encounters it, he will kill him!"

……

Ning Bei suddenly got up, and the bluestone steps under his feet exploded in an instant.

Click!

Crack-like cracks appeared at the feet, and the bronzing unicorn robe lifted outward without wind.

The killing machine has been revealed!

A gentian gun, weighing two hundred and twenty-three pounds, was as black as ink, the tentacles were cold, the tip of the spear was sharp, flashing with a faint and cold light, and it stabbed away.

Qingyangzi Soul was almost scared away, how do you know that this King of Beiliang will do it when he says it.

This kills decisive character.

In a few words, Qingyangzi was listed as a person who must be killed.

This iron-blooded killing character is worthy of the Beiliang military lord who grew up in the north.

The gentian spear pasted Qingyangzi's cheek and pierced through the pillars of the Sanqing Palace.

The pitch-red pillar, which was one meter in diameter, was pierced by a single shot.

If this falls on a person, he must not be killed on the spot.

"Wait, I'll give you all the explanations and ask for leniency!"

Qingyangzi, the old thing, is just shameless, knelt in front of Ning Bei with a plop, and hugged his thighs.

Such a shameless appearance made it really difficult for Ning Bei to kill him.

Ning Bei put the gun under his feet.

Boom!

The spear was deeply pierced into the bluestone steps, accompanied by Ning Bei and said indifferently: "Let go!" ”

Qingyangzi let go of Ning Bei's thighs and squatted beside him obediently, looking very cooperative.

There are many mysteries about him.

But make it clear one by one.

If he can't say clearly, Ning Bei will want his life.

Murong Hua frowned: "Forty years ago, why did you cross the border and enter the Sang Kingdom?" ”

"For the sake of a girl, she doesn't want to marry that hypocrite of Li Chaoyuan, and she is forced to die, it is useless!"

Qingyangzi squatted on the ground, holding a stone, and kept drawing circles on the ground.

Ningbei's deep eyes were full of waves.

I guessed that the girl Qingyangzi was for was Sang Fanghua, the eldest daughter of the lord of Sang Country forty years ago.

Murong Hua's eyelids jumped slightly, and he knew that Qingyangzi was not a good product.

This is a ruthless man!

Chong Guan was angry, he crossed the border alone, and directly slaughtered the Sang State to send off his relatives, according to the records, there was a marquis-level escort.

As a result, he died at the hands of Qingyangzi.

With the strength of the nine-rank war god level, it is indeed extraordinary to reverse the feudal marquis-level figures.

Qingyangzi squatted, and his voice was a little low: "I have known Fanghua for a long time, but after all, my identity is different, I am an ordinary boy, how can I be worthy of the eldest daughter of the lord of the Sang Kingdom!" ”

"What's more, she is from eight countries abroad, and this relationship is destined to be fateful, until the day she got married, she sent someone to send a belated letter......"

Qingyangzi exhaled lightly.

It has been 40 years since he put on the robe, and when he mentions the past, his heart still makes waves.

Ning Bei whispered: "You received the letter, and after all, you crossed the border!" ”

"I owe her, I am not weaker than others in my life, and I am worthy of others, the only one who has lost her!" Qingyangzi's fists clenched slightly.

As a royal historian, Murong Hua is indifferent and ruthless to the outside world, and looks at things straight to the essence.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked, "Why did you lose her?" ”