When Huang Sheng walked back to his cottage, all the minions chanted together, as if welcoming a supreme being.

"Brothers, after today's battle is over, within ten years, Gyeongju will not come to harass us again! Everyone says, is it worth the fight!" Huang Shengsan walked to the high platform in two steps and shouted loudly.

Everyone shouted loudly like a tsunami, with admiration for Huang Sheng, joy at this victory, and optimism about the future of their bandits.

One after another, stars flew out of the bodies of everyone in the entire cottage, and finally converged into the tallest building in the entire cottage.

Behind Huang Sheng's house, a platform about six zhang high, built a road leading to the upper end, with sixty-four candles lit on both sides, and an altar with sixteen inscriptions written around the altar, on which was placed the skull of a sea beast.

All the points of light converged in the skull, and the dried bones gave a strong feeling.

It's like it's alive.

Huang Sheng knelt on the altar alone, and after kowtowing a dozen times, the skull seemed to notice him, and a mysterious power was born from nothingness, gradually healing the wound on Huang Sheng's waist completely.

There was a sly smile on the corner of Huang Sheng's mouth, as long as he could firmly believe in my god, no matter how fatal his injury was, it would have no effect if he came to my god in time.

......

Yang Ming picked up the strip of cloth and sighed.

"This should be your master's last words, most of them are talking about the bandit leader. Yang Ming handed the strip of cloth to Lei Chui.

The strip of cloth should have been written by Luo Fengcheng on the way to escape, tearing off the strip of cloth casually, biting his fingers, or just dipping a little blood from one of his wounds, quickly writing on the strip of cloth, and then hanging the strip of cloth on the side of the road, if ordinary people don't look carefully, it is exactly the same as having their clothes torn.

Lei took the strip of cloth tremblingly, wiped the tears from his face, and looked at it.

"Huang Sheng is not injured, beware!"

There are a total of these words written on the strip of cloth, it should be that the situation is urgent, so that Luo Fengcheng has no time to write down the complete situation.

While thinking about the content on the cloth, Yang Ming walked to the front of Luo Fengcheng's corpse, and after bending down and bowing slightly, he began to review Huang Sheng's tricks in his heart.

Huang Sheng's sword should be a big knife, for people like Yang Ming who have imitated the top knife skills, the knife technique can be seen, Luo Fengcheng was hit in front of him, on the one hand, it shows Luo Fengcheng's bravery and fearlessness, or the determination to leave clues, on the other hand, it also shows that Huang Sheng's strength is indeed not weak, at least he can divide life and death with a knife head-on.

If the strength of the ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes is about the same, the party that is killed rarely dies at once, and most of them are covered with injuries, which accumulate little by little, and finally are crushed, thus dying.

Luo Fengcheng died of Huang Sheng's head-on knife, since Huang Sheng did not kill Luo Fengcheng with a knife for the first time, it also shows that there is something strange in this.

Yang Ming tried to imitate the knife that killed Luo Fengcheng, and a figure similar to Luo Fengcheng also came out in his heart, his figure was embarrassed and his physical strength was exhausted, and at this moment, he saw Yang Ming slashing at him, and the spear in his hand was clenched, and he had the opportunity to stab another fatal shot.

But he didn't, not to mention anything else, Luo Fengcheng's body was almost complete.

On the one hand, it shows that the bandits are arrogant, and on the other hand, it can be shown that at least in this pursuit battle, Luo Fengcheng did not cause harm to the bandits.

Why......?

Yang Ming held a weak hand in his hand, as if he had a spear in his hand, ran forward two steps, and stabbed back sharply.

Now that he is cultivating to a high level, this shot should be no one below the refining god, but Luo Fengcheng only has Ning Yuan cultivation, and Huang Sheng should not be able to stop it.

Seeing that Yang Ming was chattering here alone, Ah Fu came over and asked, "What are you thinking, what's wrong?"

Yang Ming nodded: "Master Luo has a chance to kill that bandit." ”

Ah Fu was shocked in his heart, thinking carefully about the opportunity to kill, and then thinking about the cloth that said that Huang Sheng was not injured.

There is a chance to kill, but before you kill it, you can be considered injured.

"So, does Huang Sheng have any magical powers that can prevent him from being injured?" Ah Fu guessed.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of a Ning Yuan realm that can cultivate a treacherous supernatural ability that can be cultivated without injury?"

Ah Fu shook his head, such a group of bandits, I didn't expect it to be quite abrasive.

"What kind of ability is this Huang Sheng, let Master Luo write out that he is not injured. Yang Ming thought about it as he walked, and after a cursory look at the knowledge he had obtained when he returned to the Ten Thousand Laws, there was no record of supernatural powers.

The Ten Thousand Laws Returning to the Sect should already be a very high-level immortal book for the southern realm, and there is no record of this kind of magical spell, so how did Huang Sheng cultivate this hand.

"Mr. Yang, I don't know if you see something different. "Bao Wu is very polite, although he has a certain reconnaissance ability as the head of the fast catching squad in a big city like Gyeongju, but the rivers and lakes have always put the master first, and Yang Ming is ahead of him in cultivation, so he should respect him, even if what he says is unreasonable.

"Almost a little bit of a discovery. Yang Ming told Bao Wu his speculation as it was, which seemed to be a little unexpected for Bao Wu, and Bao Wu was a little stunned after listening to it.

After all, it was difficult to look around for traces to deduce the events at that time, but for Yang Ming, who was becoming more and more familiar with the Natal Divine Mirror Pointing Heavenly Heart, such a scene of low-level martial artists fighting each other could be inferred as long as he glanced at it.

Lei Chui's mood slowly returned to normal, and the five of them discussed, planning to take advantage of the fact that it was almost evening, and go directly to the cottage on Niushou Mountain to investigate.

Yang Ming naturally had no objection to this, and lifted the cloth on the evil dragon slightly, and tied the eyebrows around his waist a little tighter. The blade on his shoulder made Bao Wu tremble.

The good guy has less than half a foot of weapons exposed, and half a foot is a blade, so what should this thing look like in its entirety......

The five of them slowly groped their way up the mountain, Lei Chui and Xu Hua, who was helping on the side, put Luo Fengcheng's body in the dry grass to cover it slightly, and with the help of Bao Wu's special taste of anti-rat bite oil, they knelt down and kowtowed three times before picking up their master's spear and following Yang Ming and them.

Slowly, the sky was getting later and later, and the scene on the mountain slowly reminded Yang Ming of Yuanmu Mountain.

It's been almost a month...... Yang Ming thought in his heart, he already had some partners who wanted to be the original.

"There should be a bandit's stockade in front of it. Yang Ming thought in his heart, but he didn't stop, and after a while, he had already seen the place where the popularity gathered.

It's already near the cottage.