Hearing the sound of breaking shouts from above, the fourth senior brother Sun Yimao twisted his feet and fell on the steps. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The gourd of wine held in his right hand fell on the stone steps, and the wine was spilled all over the ground, and the strong smell of wine immediately wafted everywhere in the night wind.

Drunken again, he climbed up the stone steps, barely stood up straight, and staggered over to the two guards guarding the door, "I...... I'm going to ......" didn't finish a sentence and fell down again. As the body fell, three or five broken silver ingots also rolled out and sprinkled on the stone steps.

There were no clouds in the sky, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the stone steps in front of him like water, there was a bright pool of wine in the distance, and three or five silver ingots reflecting the soft white light in the distance were particularly conspicuous.

The sound of sleeping snoring roared, and the fourth senior brother really fell asleep, pillowing on the stone steps, and putting his hands and feet on one side indiscriminately.

The two disciples guarding the mountain gate glanced at each other, and a smile rose on their faces. Who would miss the opportunity to make a fortune given by God? With a weapon in hand, he walked step by step towards the drunken man lying on the stone steps.

When they came closer, the two of them did not rush to pick up the silver ingots on the ground, but raised their eyes and looked around. These two disciples guarding the door are not idle people, their realms are in the middle of the Apocalypse, obviously after special arrangements, and they also carry special magic weapons on their bodies, as long as they fight, the fluctuating aura will be immediately transmitted to the sect.

I saw that the silence of the mountains shrouded in moonlight and night was abnormal, and occasionally there were two night bird chirps, which set off a quieter empty mountain. The fourth senior brother's eyes on the stone steps rolled slightly, and the two guards finally began to pick up the silver.

The moment the two of them leaned down, a fresh breeze suddenly flashed on the stone steps, and their clothes moved slightly. The fourth senior brother suddenly rolled over, and the heavy snoring sounded again.

The moment the guard leaned over, the third senior brother hiding in the bushes exerted his body to the extreme, turned into a gust of breeze and passed through the only formation of the Immortal Soul Gate Protector Sect Array, and floated along the mountain road towards the sect hall like a ghost.

Five silver ingots, of different sizes, stood on the stone steps and discussed how to distribute them more fairly.

The third senior brother swept past the layers of buildings in front of the main hall and came to the place where the disciples of the Immortal Soul Sect lived every day. Through the rows of houses, Meng Gu could feel the steady breathing of the sleeping people inside, there were thousands of them.

Turning the foot of a house, a black dog lying under the eaves suddenly woke up!

The third senior brother was shocked in his heart, and in a hurry, he picked up a stone from the ground, and smashed it accurately when the black dog opened his mouth slightly and the sound had not yet come out.

The strength was just right, and he didn't knock the whole black dog away, but just smashed it into his mouth, and the fist intent condensed on the stone instantly shattered the black dog's heart and lungs, and he didn't have time to make any sound, as if he was asleep and lay on the ground.

Thousands of cultivators of the Immortal Soul Sect, once they wake up, the big array turns to block the sect, even if the fourteen senior brothers come, they may not be able to kill them.

The third senior brother had to be more cautious, collected his mind, held his breath, and checked the tableware in the kitchen, which roughly corresponded to the number of people who were sleeping. Then he cast his form again and flew towards the highest hall.

Because the entire mountain was covered by the formation, the vigilance in the mountain gate was lax, but there were no patrolling disciples. Halfway up the mountainside, there are two corner towers on the left and one on the right, and there are statues of gods more than two zhang high and hideous faces in the corner towers, which look even more strange and hideous in the cold moonlight.

Between the two statues is a flat stone wall, and on closer inspection, there is a small gap in the middle. In fact, this is not a wall, but two stone doors facing each other, because it is too large and heavy, it looks like a wall several feet wide.

The third senior brother stood in front of the stone door, looking at the countless skeletons and souls carved on the door, and felt an extremely cold and evil aura generated on the side of the door, just standing here made people can't help but feel a throbbing in their hearts.

The third senior brother gently landed his divine thoughts on a small spot in the middle of the stone door.

Suddenly, as if the carved skeleton had come to life, it began to wriggle, glowing a miserable green, and it quickly began to expand.

The third senior brother hurriedly withdrew his divine thoughts. The green light went out, and the stone gate returned to normal.

Sure enough, wherever the most important place is, the sect will protect it with extremely sensitive and powerful formations. The third senior brother no longer dared to drop his divine thoughts directly on the stone gate, picked up a dead branch several feet long from the ground, and gently pressed it against the gap in the stone gate. Pouring his thoughts into the sticks, he turned his head sideways to listen to the movement behind the stone door.

Hell, or hell for the unjustly deceased.

The sound of hell was nothing more than that, countless screams, angry whimpering, and resentful whimpering sounded behind the door. The voices varied, from the cries of the elderly, to the resentment of the prime, to the sobs of women and the sorrowful cries of babies. All sorrow and bleakness are in these cries.

Divine thought entered again, and the third senior brother felt a cold wind set off in the Mud Pill Palace, and vaguely felt several people sitting cross-legged, surrounding a figure in the middle.

Above the main hall in the Immortal Soul Gate, the nine elders sat in front of the god-like broken army in the alcove, and countless wisps of yin wind formed by the unjust souls converged in front of the broken army, and after the refining of the formation, the wisps seeped into his forehead, a black skull mark.

The old elder sensed a slight movement outside the temple door, and his eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, but closed again after a moment.

The third senior brother gently put down the dead branches, like a black dragon rising from the ground and soaring into the sky. When you come, you have to investigate, you have to sneak between buildings, and when you go, it's completely unnecessary.

In an instant, he came to the mountain gate, and at this time, the fourth senior brother seemed to be sober, got up from the ground, looked for his wine gourd with a blank face, and saw two guards dividing the silver with sleepy eyes, touched his body, and went straight forward.

The two guards didn't expect the drunken disciple to wake up so suddenly, and as soon as they woke up, they found that the silver had been taken.

The two looked at each other again, their fierce expressions flashed, and they slowly walked towards the drunk, ready to kill and kill people.

A fresh breeze blew again from the mountain gate, and the smell of wine overflowed, and before the two guards could react to what was going on, the silver in their hands was gone, followed by a black shadow shaking, and the drunk man who was still beside him just now was gone.

"What's going on!!"

"Isn't it playing Lao Tzu!"

The two of them snorted a few times, and it felt like a dream. In addition to the bright moon and breeze in the mountains, there is half a figure there, only a puddle of wine on the ground, which reflects the moonlight coldly.

One of the guards shook his head, subconsciously touched his body, and immediately exclaimed, "My silver is gone!"

The other was taken aback when he heard this, and looked at his body, not only the silver, but also the magic weapon used to guard the door.

............

Dozens of miles away on a mountain road. Sun Yimao weighed the silver ingot in his hand and said, "There is a fee for the performance. ”

"Senior brother, this is yours. He took out one of the pieces of silver and said.

"I don't take ill-gotten gains. The third senior brother said.

"What ill-gotten gains, this is my hard work! The little junior brother once said: The silver is innocent. ”

"When did he say such a bastard?!

"This ...... This ......"

Sun Yimao stopped talking, and while galloping, he felt that something was wrong with his senior brother, and asked again: "What's wrong inside?"

The third senior brother sighed and said, "Wronged, really wronged." Miserable, miserable. ”