In the Sword Star Residence, there were several people standing in a certain room, surrounding the two corpses in the middle, and one of the elder-like people kept pacing, his face was very ugly.

"Rice buckets! It's all rice buckets! How can the person who is on the bounty list himself seem so easy to deal with?

"Elder Hanjiang, what should we do now?" a person next to him asked softly.

"What should I do? If I don't take revenge, how can I swallow this breath? I want to see what this kid is capable of!" Elder Hanjiang pointed to the corpse on the ground, his brows furrowed, and he roared angrily.

"Someone! Quickly go and report to Cang Liang City! If you find someone with a similar appearance, you will be killed!" Just as he was angrily giving the order, he saw someone from outside whispering a few words in his ear, his face darkened, he nodded, and dismissed everyone.

Just as they were leaving, one of them quietly entered the room, took out a list from the bosom of the corpse on the ground, and when he saw the faces on the list, his eyes couldn't help but widen in surprise, and then he took the list into his arms, and slipped out while everyone was unprepared.

At that time, in the Wutu Cave, the elders of various sects gathered, and they exchanged their heads and ears with puzzled expressions, and it didn't take long to see the Witch King walk out, and he glanced around with a stern expression.

"Witch King, you are calling us in the middle of the night to say something important, now hurry up!"

"Yes, Witch King, is there anything you can't say during the day? It has to be in the middle of the night, it's too much of a delay!"

The crowd kept complaining, and the Witch King, as if he hadn't heard, sat on his chair with his eyes closed and tapped his fingers, when suddenly his eyes opened and he said, "Here we are!"

As soon as the words fell, the gong sounded, and the aura in the Wutu Cave became even darker, even making people feel cold.

A person on the side suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and he couldn't help but shiver, and sneezed a few times, and suddenly saw a few more weak shadows beside him, and he was startled and screamed.

Feeling the abnormal movement here, the eyes of a group of people all turned around, and then their faces changed.

I saw that in the eyes of everyone, a translucent black phantom appeared, the black cloak covered most of his face, only pale lips could be seen, and a string of pitch-black bells hung around the man's neck, swaying with his steps, but there was no sound.

In his left hand, he held a small red and yellow flag with a black hook, and in his right hand he covered a bamboo tube around his waist, revealing a rolled booklet.

"It's... How did they get here..."

"Phew! Amitabha... Amitabha..."

"Why do you still recite the Buddha's name?"

"Don't bother me, I don't want to get into trouble..."

"You're such a coward! Amitabha..."

Seeing this person's outfit, this group of highly skilled people couldn't help but sigh.

When the Witch King saw this person, he didn't look so surprised, nodded and said, "Quiet! The reason why I summoned you at this time is because the Ghost Messenger Hall has something important to discuss!" Zhao Changsheng!"

The Ghost Messenger Temple, as the name suggests, is the Yin Difference.

When a person is gone, but his soul is still in the world, there will be a soul messenger to take his soul away. However, due to the gradual increase in the number of deaths, these soul envoys of the underworld were really too busy, so they sent yang souls, that is, people whose yang life has not yet been completed, to assist them in their work, and these people are called yin cha.

Over time, these yin differences have taken on a scale, because they often wander between the yin and yang worlds, and they will inevitably encounter some evil spirits. In order to protect their bodies, they used their own conditions to study some spells from the underworld.

Because these spells are weird, they call themselves the tricks of the way, but because of the fear of outsiders, they slowly call it the art of the ghost way. And these people changed their names to the ghost cha because of the Tao, and set up their own sect, taking the name "Ghost Cha Temple".

Because of their own duties, and the practice of ghost arts, the people of the ghost hall are very afraid of the sun, and almost never travel during the day, if they really have something important to go out, they must also be wrapped like zongzi, almost not showing an inch of skin, and even their eyes must be covered with a layer of black veil.

It can be said that the ghost does not go out when he has nothing to do, and he will find the soul of the owner when the flag moves.

The person called Zhao Changsheng nodded and asked, "Who has guarded this lock demon tower for nearly fifty years?"

"Lock Demon Tower?"

"It's the Ten Thousand Demon Tower!"

"Oh... Isn't this Lock Demon Tower guarded by the Jade Pot Sect?"

"The Jade Pot Sect was last time, and this time it seems to be the turn of Taiyi Pavilion..."

Hearing the noise in the crowd and the appearance of not caring about this matter, Zhao Changsheng couldn't help but snort coldly, and with this cold snort, the crowd fell silent.

"The Lock Demon Tower can't be guarded, what's the use of the Taiyi Pavilion? What is the use of all of you here? During my tenure, only the Jade Pot Sect guarded the fifty years of peace, and now it has ended up in the point of destruction and death, what a joke!"

was criticized by name, and the face of the Qingxu Dao Chief was blue and purple and not colored, but he didn't dare to squeak.

But the entourage behind him couldn't help but change their faces when they saw this, he was very sneering at everyone's attitude at the beginning, and now he was named and criticized by a person in strange costumes, and he didn't dare to breathe, and he couldn't hold back his violent temper anymore.

"You don't have to pretend to be a ghost here, cover up your hypocrisy by belittling others, if you really have the ability, why don't you guard the gate of the locked demon tower, here I really want to slap your indifferent mouth!"

After a few words, everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to this person, bathed in everyone's eyes, this person felt a burst of pride in his heart, and thought: Look at your frightened appearance, what can he do with me? After returning to Taiyi Pavilion, I think the elder will definitely look up to me!

Elder Qingxu patted him on the shoulder, and he nodded, indicating that he understood. But before he could express his modesty, he was pushed out of the crowd by the elder with a palm, "Senior Zhao, this kid is disrespectful, and he has been expelled from Taiyi Pavilion by me, and it is all up to the seniors to dispose of." ”

This man looked at Elder Qingxu with a surprised expression, then turned his head to look at Zhao Changsheng, and shouted angrily, "I'd like to see what you are capable of, and you actually despise us so much!"

After speaking, I saw his black and white Taoist robe lifted, his right hand took out a brush, dipped it in the ink cartridge on his waist, and then his left hand made a move out of thin air, and a column of yellow rune paper appeared.

But this person was like showing off his skills, he didn't stop at all, his right hand flicked in the air, drew an ink dragon, and swallowed these charms into his body in one bite, only to see that the black light on its body was shining, as if it had given birth to spiked scales, and its body turned into a black whirlwind, attacking Zhao Changsheng.

Although everyone present was a person with extraordinary skills, and it would take some effort to stop this move, but this Zhao Changsheng didn't make any moves, as if he hadn't reacted.

Seeing that victory was in sight, the joy in the eyes of the attendant grew stronger and stronger, but suddenly, a smile of ecstasy froze on his face.

I saw that the black whirlwind was like a drop of water dripping into the sea, blending into Zhao Changsheng's vague phantom, and then everything turned calm and calm.

"A lot of people have died lately in strange ways, not like they were killed, and they all have damaged souls. A few days ago, I went to the Lock Demon Tower to check, and found that the fourth layer was broken at some point. ”

Zhao Changsheng's tone was calm, as if nothing had happened just now, he turned around and left, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly said something inexplicable: "In that battle back then, did you really think that those people in the Demon Dao had disappeared? It's not a demon for a long time. ”

"Isn't the lock in the Demon Tower? Are you a demon?"

"Doesn't the fourth floor being broken that mean... The people in the Demon Path have been released?"

"Did you think he could have gotten in with us..."

Suddenly, the people in the crowd were panicked, and they became suspicious of each other, seeing that no one was like a good person.

"That's enough!" the Witch King's face sank, "Tomorrow, go to the Demon Lock Tower and find out!"

After speaking, he glanced at the Qingxu Dao Elder of Taiyi Pavilion with complicated eyes, and turned to leave.

Qingxu Daoist felt the hot gazes of everyone, and was stunned in place in embarrassment, seeing that his entourage was still motionless, he was angry: "What are you doing there? Don't go back and be punished!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the man's shoulder, but when he just touched his shoulder, he suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and saw that the man fell to the ground lightly.

Obviously, I didn't see any of Zhao Changsheng's movements! A big living person turned into a blank paper man under his nose at some point!