A violent burst of energy directly raised a small pillar of smoke and dust in the same place, and the entire two-hall dwelling collapsed.

Yi Chen's own cultivation far surpassed Chen Qing, and he didn't talk about martial arts and attacked when Chen Qing's vigilance was the lowest.

Chen Qing and the woman in white, the pair of wild mandarin ducks, naturally had no luck.

One hit.

Yi Chen held a strange translucent mask in his hand, and disappeared without a trace under the cover of night.

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"Drive!"

"Drive!"

Under the moonlit night, the earthy yellow gallop road was splashed with sand and dust by the horses' hooves, and a medium-grade dragon horse with an incomparable divine horse galloped across the gallop road.

There is a big bag bulge on the forehead of Ryoma, and the black gas under the hooves is faint, and its speed is like electricity, as if chasing the wind and catching the moon.

The strong wind pressure brought up the weeds on both sides of the road to the bend of the waist.

If we take the point of view of Yi Chen's past life.

This dragon horse does not run fast, but flies too low....

However, Zhang Dabei, a thousand households in Muyang County, still felt that he was not fast enough, black green tendons bulged out on his forehead, and a small arm was gone, and he was covered in blood.

Behind him, a red light bit at his back, and from time to time a blood-colored light struck him like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Can't hold on, are you going to die?" Zhang Dabei showed a desperate look in his eyes.

He never dreamed that the people of the Purgatory Demon Sect would dare to be so bold, and the First Holy Son Hu Bugui led his men to raid the Muyang County Town An Division.

If it weren't for the desperate resistance of his cronies and the police, the dragon horse under his crotch would be powerful, and I was afraid that the entire Muyang County would fall into the hands of the Purgatory Demon Sect silently.

Thinking of his colleagues who ran out to cover him, Zhang Dabei's eyes suddenly turned red.

"No, even if it's death, I must get the news out."

"The Purgatory Demon Sect dares to defy the condemnation of the world, and the imperial court will definitely not let them go."

"Damn bastards, quietly raiding my Muyang County, what the hell are they trying to do?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhang Dabei bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood that spurted out instantly turned into a blood mist, enveloping Ryoma and his figure.

In an instant, Ryoma's speed increased again, dodging the inevitable blow of the man behind him.

"It's kind of interesting."

"But your struggle is useless, everything is doomed."

The young man in the red light grinned, restrained his playful look, and accelerated again.

Seeing that the light behind him chased after him again, Zhang Dabei's eyes showed a look of despair.

Then it was replaced by ecstasy in an instant.

On the gallop road ahead, a middle-aged scribe wearing a cyan robe suddenly appeared.

This man was eight feet long, with an extraordinary momentum, and he galloped on the galloping road.

"Suppression envoy, it's not good, the people of the Purgatory Demon Sect are crazy, Hu Bugui led people to raid my Muyang County Zhen'an Division."

"The news is all blocked and can't get out."

"The subordinates risked their lives to break through and report the news."

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Zhang Dabei turned over and got off the horse, not caring about the image, he ran to the middle-aged scribe to tell him.

"Hard work, Zhang Qianhu, you did a good job, leave the rest to me."

"You're tired, get some rest."

The middle-aged scribe's gentle voice came, which was the same as the voice in Zhang Dabei's impression, as reliable and powerful.

An invisible qi hand suddenly grabbed Zhang Dabei's throat.

Click.

Zhang Dabei's body fell to the ground limply.

"Zhu Zhenfu is really ruthless, such loyal subordinates will kill when they say they will kill."

"This person's cultivation is not bad, why don't you hand over his body to me, how about using it?"

"Take his soul and refine the Blood Soul Pill, I want his essence blood to cultivate my Yin Chakra Blood Demon Skill."

The red light faded, revealing a cynical young man dressed in red.

"If you don't return, you're getting more and more arrogant."

The middle-aged scribe's indifferent gaze fell on the man in red.

Facing the indifferent gaze of the middle-aged scribe, the man in red was not afraid, still looking like a swinger, with a frivolous expression.

Seeing Hu Bugui's appearance of not entering, the middle-aged scribe could only sigh helplessly: "If it weren't for my son, how could I cooperate with you demons." ”

"That's it, have you laid it all out this time?"

"My son failed to break through the real human realm, and now only the top-grade Blood Soul Pill may be able to be remedied."

"In the past two days, I will attract the cultivators entrenched in Longjiang Mansion to 'kill' you, the evil demon, and when the time comes, we will join forces and activate the big array, you use their essence blood to refine your Yin Chakra Blood Demon Skill, and I will draw their souls to refine the high-grade Blood Soul Pill."

"This is the case, let's return to the bridge, the road to the road, and nothing to do with it."

"Haha, it's really a deep love for my son, and this holy son is going to cry for it."

"However, with Ling Lang's qualifications, even if the previous low-grade Blood Soul Pill can't break through the realm, it's nothing more than recuperation, why should the pacification envoy be so anxious?"

"This Holy Son is really curious, I wonder if the pacification envoy can solve my doubts or two?"

Hu Bugui asked with a puzzled expression.

"Have you ever heard of Hades?" The voice of the middle-aged scribe came faintly.

The word hell seemed to have a strange magic, and in an instant, Hu Bugui restrained his frivolous look, and he thought of some records about hell in the sect's classics, and couldn't help but shudder.

After a while, he spoke: "Zhu Buqun, although I have always thought you are a hypocrite, I have to admit that you are a good father. ”

"Don't worry, let's do such a big thing this time, you put all the pots on my head, those righteous sects must want to eat me raw, I'm afraid that I will stay in the sect for a long time."

"If we want to cooperate again, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult."

"So, as compensation, except for the soul refining Blood Soul Pill, all the gains this time will belong to me."

"Yes." The middle-aged scribe said coldly.

After the two finalized some more details, Hu Bugui disappeared on the horizon, and he was about to prepare to decorate.

Seeing the disappearing figure of Hu Bugui, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but sigh, if it wasn't for his Teng'er who was about to enter the underworld again, if it wasn't for the fact that refining the high-grade Blood Soul Pill required the soul of a high-level cultivator, why would he take such a risk?

Thinking of the aftermath in the future, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but worry for a while, but now, there is no better way.

"Men are good, be violent."

"Matter and benevolence are not mutually exclusive."

"As long as my Teng'er can survive, no matter how many people die, it will be worth it."

Thinking of his son, the middle-aged scribe's gaze became firm again, and he casually killed Ryoma with his palm, and then flicked his fingers, and a fire bomb fell on the corpses of Zhang Dabei and Ryoma.

Then the big palm was lightly fanned, and a hurricane blew on the flat ground for no reason.

Zhang Dabei's traces dissipated in heaven and earth.

Not moving Zhang Dabei's body and soul is already his greatest tenderness to his old subordinate.

For the sake of his son, he could give up everything.

My wife is pregnant and has a lot of trivial things to do.,I'm going to have a prenatal check-up tomorrow.,Cheeky to ask for a leave of absence from everyone.,There's only one change today.,It's so difficult for the author of the crumbs who don't save the manuscript.,This chapter is written until now.。

After arranging these trivial matters, we must make up for everyone's arrears, and we will owe six chapters in total.

Good night everyone.

(End of chapter)