Chapter 720: The Beginning and End of the Matter (1)
"Elder Wang, this is the power of the Kwai Water Yin Thunder?" said the Great Elder in shock.
"Sort of. This Kwai Water Yin Thunder is extremely corrosive, and it is naturally not a problem to sell gold and erode bones, even if the Martial King is stained, it is also a life of nine deaths, as for the people in the realm of Wuhou and below, they will definitely die. Wang Wenguang said slowly.
"Then why didn't they just use it?" the Grand Elder asked.
"This Kwai Shui Yin Thunder is extremely precious, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to have it, presumably that person is reluctant to use it, let alone him, for me, in that almost certain situation, how can I be willing to use this extremely precious Kwai Shui Yin Thunder. I guess that person just thought that we didn't understand the power of this Kwai Shui Yin Thunder, so he might have thought about rushing over, in that case, we would all die, and without Feng Sect and the Great Elder pressing the formation, then they could turn around and kill the others. In this way, their purpose was achieved, and it was even better than expected. Wang Wenguang said.
After thinking about it, Feng Zhangmen and others felt that Wang Wenguang's words were very reasonable. Originally, they were just going to intercept and kill the Great Elder and the others, but now they can actually kill even the reinforcements of Master Feng, then they really make a lot of money.
"Let's go, let's go back. After speaking, Wang Wenguang controlled the Ruyi Spirit Boat and flew back.
Lowering the Ruyi Spirit Boat, Feng Zhangmen and the others walked down one after another.
At this time, those people from Qingyunmen who stayed behind were already cleaning up the battlefield.
"Elder Wang, Master Feng, are you all right?" Ji Qianqian and a few white-clothed elders hurriedly greeted him.
"It's okay, thanks to Elder Wang's knowledge, otherwise we're afraid that something is really going to happen. Feng Zhangmen said.
"What do you mean?" Ji Qianqian hurriedly asked.
"We'll talk about that later. Feng said, "How are our casualties?"
"There are zero deaths among the disciples of the martial arts realm, eleven deaths in the early stage of Wuhou, seven deaths in the middle and later stages of Wuhou, and zero deaths in the complete Wuhou realm, with a total of twenty-five deaths. As for the number of seriously injured, there are probably nearly 100 people. If it weren't for Fang Zixuan's sudden outburst, I was afraid that he would have died a little more. A white-clothed elder beside Ji Qianqian replied, but his tone was a little sad. This time, there were nearly 300 people who went to the city near the lake to participate in the three meetings, but when they returned, nearly a tenth of them died, how could he not feel sad.
Feng Zhangmen and the others were also silent.
After a while, Master Feng spoke, "Take me to have a look." ”
The white-clothed elder then took Master Feng and the others to a clearing in the distance. I saw that there were some animal skins laid there, and on the animal skins lay neatly twenty-five people in blue clothes, both men and women, but these people were no longer breathing.
"Some of the disciples died with their heads cut off, and we have sewed up all of their heads. The white-clothed elder said in a low voice.
Looking at the twenty-five corpses of the same door in front of them, some people couldn't help but cry in low voices.
Among these twenty-five people, some are just nodding friends, but some have a good relationship with themselves, and some are even very familiar, but now yin and yang are separated.
"These damn brutes. A white-clothed elder said fiercely.
"Hey, let's take them back to Qingkong Peak and bury them properly. Master Feng sighed.
There was silence again, only the crying kept ringing.
Long.
A white-clothed elder walked over and said, "Master Feng, the battlefield has been cleared. ”
"Well, let's go over and have a look. Fang Zixuan said in a deep voice.
Not far away, in the clearing, lined up with corpses, left behind by the enemies who had attacked them.
"Master Feng, there are three hundred and seventeen corpses here. As for the living mouth, there are five people. We could have caught more alive, but some people committed suicide when they saw that the situation was wrong, and only these five people were stopped by us in time. The white-clothed elder said.
Twenty-five people died and more than 300 enemies were killed, which can be said to be a great victory, but Feng Zhangmen and the others were not happy.
"Have you checked who they are?" asked Master Feng.
"After checking, there are no identifying things in their storage rings, and as for their appearance, we haven't seen them. The white-clothed elder said.
"Have you asked those five mouths?" asked Master Feng.
"Not yet. The white-clothed elder said.
"Go over and ask. Feng Zhangmen said.
So, the white-clothed elder took Feng Zhangmen and the others to the side of Lingzhou, where there were five people bound hand and foot with ropes, and there were some people from Qingyunmen guarding on the side.
These ropes are extremely tough, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary warriors to break free on their own strength. Of course, the storage rings of these five people have already been taken, otherwise, it would not be difficult for them to cut these ropes with spirit soldiers in hand.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Master Feng straight to the point.
"Hmph. Some of them snorted coldly and did not reply.
A white-clothed elder suddenly lunged forward, then punched one of them in the abdomen.
The man let out a low scream.
Immediately afterwards, the white-clothed elder continued to punch the others, and with each punch, one of them was beaten to the point of blood spraying.
Master Feng didn't stop this white-clothed elder. These people are left alive just to ask questions, as long as they are not killed, then they can be tortured at will.
Although each person was punched, these people were also very tough, and none of them spoke.
"Say, who are you?" said the white-clothed elder in a deep voice.
"Hmph, you Qingyunmen just use this means?" one of the black-clothed men with a complete martial artist sneered.
"We have a lot of means, it depends on how long you can survive. The white-clothed elder said coldly.
"Elder Huo, they'll be handed over to you. Feng Zhangmen said.
"Master Feng, please rest assured, we will definitely let them speak. After saying that, Elder Huo asked the rest of the Law Enforcement Hall to drag these five people to one of the spirit boats.
Each person had a room, and after setting up a soundproof formation, the people of the Law Enforcement Hall began to torture these five people separately.
At this time, Ji Qianqian and the others finally began to can't help but express the doubts in their hearts.
"Master Feng, how did you end up here? Did you know in advance that we would be intercepted and killed on the way back?, and this spirit boat?" asked Ji Qianqian.
"Let's go, go over there, you gather all the people, and I'll explain to you slowly. Feng Zhangmen said.
The side that Master Feng said was the place where the twenty-five Qingyun Sect disciples were placed, although they were dead, but Master Feng still wanted to let them know the truth of this matter under the Nine Springs.
Soon, everyone came to the place where the twenty-five Qingyun Sect disciples were placed.
Then, Master Feng began to slowly tell the whole story of this matter.