"Heh! I can't imagine that the person I can count on in the end is actually your Demon Pavilion! Forget it, the deity is here to apologize to Elder Feng first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the matter of the Iron Palm Gang, we will give an explanation to the Mowei Pavilion in the future. "Senior Aunt Mingquan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the betrayal of the Xuanjian Sect made her very unhappy, because of this unhappiness, she was angry with the Iron Palm Gang for no reason, and easily sold one of the top ten sects to the Demon Pavilion. Feng Lieshan listened to her words, just nodded, and said lightly:

"The Holy Water Sect and the Demon Pavilion, together in advance and retreat, those words are still avoided, now that the secret realm exploration has reached the most critical moment, Feng just hopes that Senior Aunt can temporarily put aside distracting thoughts, cooperate with people who are truly sincere, tide over the difficulties, and get the most generous rewards. ”

Mingquan's eyes flashed with surprise: "Elder Feng is reasonable!" But her expression immediately changed, becoming very calm, and even a little stiff: "I don't know if Elder Feng is so loving, can our faction help in any way?" She knew that there was no free lunch in the world.

"Slay the dragon poison lan!" Feng Lieshan said concisely, but it made Mingquan and Du Chuanchang not far away exclaim together.

"Damn!" Du Chuanchang scolded, and the book in his hand was almost thrown out by him.

"Oh my God!" Senior Aunt Mingquan exclaimed, and then said with a reluctant smile: "Elder Feng said that he laughed, the medicine prescription for slaying dragon poison Lan is ......"

"Feng only needs a decoction, the prescription is still forgotten, the Demon Wei Pavilion is not a major sect of medicine refining, and it is useless to have a prescription. Feng Lieshan said it lightly, but it made Mingquan really happy, and she even ordered the disciples of the Interpretation Sect to bring the Dragon Slayer Poison Lan on the spot.

Feng Lieshan was not pretentious, he drank a bowl on the spot, and after only breathing for a moment, Du Chuanchang's poison turned into a puff of black smoke and forced it out of his palm. Du Chuanchang was so angry that he stomped his feet when he saw this, but he didn't have any courage to provoke, although his strength had skyrocketed, and he was on par with Feng Lieshan, but he took care of the silver dust on the side of the Golden Dao Gate, but he knew that Yun Wuyue and Zhang Mengmeng's death, in the end, there was nothing to do with Feng Lieshan, it was all planned by him Du Chuanchang, in case the silver-haired devil looked at the face of the former Demon Pavilion......

Du Chuanchang in the distraction period was not sure of victory in the face of Yinchen, you must know that even Wei Wuliang in the Hedao period, and even the Zifeng Sanren who was close to the return to the void period were defeated at the hands of this kid! In case he was in a bad mood and changed to a crow, then Du Chuanchang didn't know how to cry if he was poisoned! After all, that ghost thing looked like a curse that couldn't be resisted.

In this way, Qian Long, the leader of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, became the "guest of honor" of the Holy Water Sect, and the two soft girls of the Interpretation Sect also walked to the door, stretched out their slender hands and tossed the square on it, Mingquan did not get the 500 monks to agree with her proposal until the end, and did not win any established share for these two girls or the Interpretation Sect behind them. Only Feng Lieshan verbally agreed to help them grab the treasure together.

In fact, before seeing the treasure, it is meaningless for anyone to discuss how to divide the treasure, because this is a secret realm, because everyone and everyone here can rob others at all costs, and the divine soldiers can recognize the master, but this cannot be robbed, but what about the ores, gold bricks, jewelry, and antiques other than the divine soldiers? These are not money? Doesn't it cost money to open a mountain gate and set up a sect? Doesn't it cost money to build an enchantment formation with alchemy?

Money is a small thing, but sometimes it can decide big things.

......

The lotus step moved slightly, and Han Rou'er, the second disciple of the Interpretation Sect, walked to the door on the far left, wearing a goose-yellow dress, she was slender, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and her every move was as soft as water. Most of the male monks were stunned, and many of them were swallowing their saliva, only Wan Jianxin turned his head with a gloomy face. Han Rou'er bowed softly to the monks, and said softly, "Little sister has made a fool of your brothers. ”

Her voice is like a river of spring water, soft and tactful, like the tender shoots spit out from the willow branches in the new spring of March. Her thin arms, soft and full ****, swaying and light posture and thin and weak tone make her whole person seem to be shrouded in a goose-yellow soft light, charming, but not dazzling, but with a deadly gravitational force that can be turned into a finger softness that can be turned into a finger with a hundred refined steels. The little fat man was dumbfounded, Wan Jianxin didn't bother to look at it at all, but Lin Xuanchen snorted very strangely from his nostrils, wrinkled his soft little nose and said, "Scratching your head and making a gesture is not elegant at all." Only Yinchen, who had been keeping an eye on her every move, suddenly said a sentence that made the people around her feel excited:

"Perfect outward, inwardly empty. No matter how extremely feminine and cute she looks, no matter how she looks like an undead puppet, she is no different from an undead puppet! In that woman's eyes, there is no hope, not even thought, what is the meaning of such an existence, such a life?" His words made Wan Jianxin suddenly raise his head, a pair of sword-like eyes stared at Han Rou'er, and after a while, he suddenly said: "Brother has good eyesight!"

His words made Bai Prison suddenly alert, and he quickly looked away, and said regretfully: "I'm ashamed!

His words made Lin Xuanchen shrink into a ball in fear, just leaning on Yinchen's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "You shouldn't say that she is no different from that demon angel, right?"

Yinchen just shook his head, he felt that the disciples of the Interpretation Sect were not cute and pitiful, they were just plain pathetic.

lives without thoughts, and doesn't even have the idea of being instilled and brainwashed, and she is obviously a "good-looking woman" but she is just a doll.

What's the point of living like this? Is it really beautiful to objectify women? Yinchen doesn't know, he's a magician, not a philosopher.

After Han Rou'er saluted around, she turned around softly, stretched out her slender hand and selected a few squares between the complicated squares, moving extremely cautiously, not an inch is more, not an inch is too much, and not an inch can be wrong. The seemingly simple five-step operation made her tremble for a full minute.

When the fifth square moved to a certain position, the squares on the entire chessboard began to move, the sound of hinges came clearly from the door, and even the ground near the gate trembled slightly, and a slight white light emitted from the two open doors, and a wisp of wind escaped from the front of the gate, indicating that the wind condensed on the gate was retreating.

"Fortunately, I won't be dishonored!" Han Rou'er turned around and saluted again before returning to the ranks of the Interpretation Sect. There was an uproar among the monks in front of the gate, and many of them were pushing forward to rush in before anyone else. Even the Shining Sky led the gang of the Great Red Dragon, pushing the surrounding righteous and evil paths towards the gate. There were only twenty people from the two sects of the Golden Sword Sect and the Poisonous Dragon Sect, and they quietly slipped in the opposite direction of the gate, giving up their place to the others.

The people of the Golden Daomen have ghosts in their hearts, especially Lin Xuanchen's hearts. She quietly told Jiang Lishi that there must only be one last treasure house of the Purple Blood Temple, and it was impossible to install three doors. In other words, except for the gate on the far right, the other two gates are most likely traps.

The people of the Poison Dragon Sect have actually lost the will to fight for treasures, gold, silver, copper, iron, gems, jade, and even divine weapons, how can they be compared with the origin of the world's poisonous powers?

The gate slowly opened, and a large number of monks rushed in, pushing and stampeding inevitably, and the light of the wind and the fists and feet flickered a few times before they were drowned in the roaring crowd. What it was like for nearly 500 people to squeeze into a 3.6-meter-wide doorway, in the absence of people to maintain order, it would only be flesh and blood.

Those who were squeezed, trampled on, and those who were trampled to death by their brothers and sisters, all kinds of reasons made the evil thoughts and resentment in the chest boil, so that all kinds of cruel and vicious "poison of life" that could only be used in bloody breakouts spread from all the monks, especially the scattered cultivators, and let more living people melt into mud. The momentum of pushing forward was slowed down by the threat of this immoral toxin, and many monks suddenly woke up, and then spontaneously puffed up the wind and retreated, and they suddenly realized that it was useless to squeeze in like this, because even if they went in, they would not be able to grab the best things, and they might as well recharge their energy, and wait until those who rushed in came out, and then it was more appropriate to make that worthless deal.

The 89 people of the Demon Realm Gate were the first to rush into the gate, they were all wearing light armor, and they were good at charging and assaulting the army, so they relied on their crushing body and equipment advantages all the way to grab the front of the Demon Pavilion, and rushed into the gate.

Under the command of Feng Lieshan, the 78 people of the Demon Wei Pavilion were closely united, advancing and retreating to a certain extent, and the 77 core and most elite disciples generally had the strength to enter the body about fourfold, and they were also proficient in hidden weapons and scattered poisons, they followed Elder Feng and rushed into the door with the belief of "sending more guns and a treasure for the holy water".

Behind the gate, there is a long corridor leading to the unknowable darkness, which slopes slightly downward, and at the same time, the sides gradually narrow, and the walls, ceilings, and even the ground are wet and musty, and the walls on both sides are hung with water droplets, and from time to time there are liquid drips on the ceiling, and from time to time a small pool of water appears on the ground. Elder Feng took the lead, and just ran out halfway with the 77 disciples, and suddenly felt that his heart was bottomless.

"No! The Purple Blood Cult's treasure can't be placed in such a damp place. Feng Lieshan's heart was full of alarm, and he quickly stopped his steps, and at the same time shouted loudly: "The Demon Wei Pavilion belongs, stop!"

The core elite is the core elite. The 77 disciples didn't care what kind of evil wind the elder was smoking at this juncture, and ordered to stop immediately. At this moment, the scattered cultivators behind them were still trampling, and the large army behind them had begun to consciously slow down, while the people of the Demon Realm Gate in front of them were red-eyed, completely immersed in the fantasy of the treasure, and they left regardless of the dust.

Feng Lieshan sniffled like an old dog, as if he could really smell an eerie and dangerous smell from the faint smell of rotting and mold. He finally looked at a small pool of stagnant water at his feet, and became more and more firm in his thoughts, although he still had a trace of illusion about the possibility of a treasure in front of him, but seeing the people who touched the chicken gate getting farther and farther away, he was afraid that even if there was a treasure, it would not be their turn, and the darkness that gradually narrowed in front of him and the end of the corridor seemed to be able to swallow people's souls, so he made a complete decision:

"The Demon Pavilion belongs, retreat with the deity. As he spoke, he made up his mind to gamble on five years of careful planning, and led the people to turn around and walk backwards.

He didn't see that there was no treasure at the end of the road, only a cloud of bone poison.

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"Dead end?!" Zhenwu, the leader of the Demon Realm Gate, wore chain mail and carried a flail, running at the forefront of the team sonorously, 88 masters of the Demon Realm Gate lined up in a triangular charging force, and followed him majestically, towards the deepest part of the Yongdao, towards their dream of getting rich together, but when they rushed to the end of the Yongdao-

The imaginary treasure trove did not appear, and at the end of the tunnel was nothing more than a semicircular wall and a well.

"Well, what do you want a well in this kind of place? Is there a treasure in this well?" Zhenwu came up with a few cronies, lying on the mouth of the well and looking inside, there was no treasure in the well that he had dreamed of, only a pool of solidified water.

The clear water innocently reflected Matake's surprised and disappointed face.

"This ...... How could it be ......" After the shock, the sharp sense of disappointment made Zhenwu feel a tearing pain in his chest, followed by an irrepressible throbbing pain all over his body, and then his entire consciousness became blurry and groggy.

Green, abnormal green spreads from the periphery of the field of vision to the center of the field of vision like crazy seaweed, and finally turns into a dark green chaos, reaching out to see the five fingers, let alone the faces of the subordinates, in the dead end of the road, slowly spreading out bursts of sharp air leaks, and finally converging into a wailing storm.

"No, no, no, the deity ......" At this time, the powerful but dull and clumsy True Martial realized that this was a trap at all.

However, it was already too late, at this time, the thick green mist-like air waves had already rushed out of the corridor, spreading towards the vast underground space, and the people who were confronting the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, who were planning to make a windfall, together with the people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, were relieved at the same time when they heard the strange noise coming from the corridor, and they scattered and fled. (To be continued.) )