He has killed a lot of people in the past year, and there is no doubt that they are all people who deserve to be killed, and they are also people who deserve to die.

But since the person in front of him said that he killed someone who should not have been killed, then his identity is obviously Yincao.

At the beginning, because of Wang Fuji's relationship, he interfered in the affairs of Yin Cao, and then beheaded several grandmasters of Yin Cao on the snow field, and not long ago, he pierced Feng Yuxiu's heart with a sword in the sea of books.

The grudge is deep.

Hearing Li Xiu's inquiry, the man in the big flower clothes raised his arm and arched his hand, his eyes were like eagles, and they were extremely sharp.

"Yin Cao, the big red robe, has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

When the words fell, the wind rose and blew the clothes all over the body.

The air at the head of the bridge suddenly became solemn, and it seemed that even the rolling water of the two open rivers became weak and inaudible.

If it is in the Tang Kingdom, Da Hong Pao is just a kind of tea produced on Wuyi Mountain, and its reputation is not inferior to Xinyang's hairy tip.

But if it is placed in the underworld, the big red robe is a person's name.

And he is also an absolute powerhouse who ranks twenty-one on the grass yellow paper in the barren state.

Yin Cao, big red robe.

This name alone can make countless small and medium-sized forces in the Wasteland prohibitive, and they are very afraid.

And not only that, the big red robe is also the great holy son of the underworld, although it is only ranked last among the great holy sons, but even this is a great thing.

"That's fine, if the suspense is too light, it's not interesting. ”

Li Xiu grinned and muttered.

This time, Yin Cao not only said that Bai Rumei came in person, but also sent his own great saint son to guard this place, which meant that he must be killed.

The ridicule and smile on Chen Zhimo's face disappeared, it was not heavy, and it didn't look too dignified, just that expressionless.

His slightly drooping shoulders straightened up at this moment.

The barren state grass yellow paper ranked twenty-first, which is of course remarkable, and Chen Zhimo was not too sure in his heart.

It was as if he was hanging far behind Bailiqi that day, not to mention that there were dozens of wandering monks around.

"You're going to kill me too?"

Li Xiu looked at those people and asked the question again.

It's just that unlike Bai Rumei and Da Hong Pao, no one answered him this time.

Dozens of wandering monks were just quiet

He looked at him quietly, with a completely different look in his eyes.

Li Xiu looked around at those people, and his face finally took on a serious look.

The thirty or so wandering monks were faintly divided into three camps, standing separately, and although they couldn't see much difference at a glance, they could still see one or two when they looked closely.

There were six people standing on the far left, looking at Li Xiu with the strongest murderous intent in their eyes, they were wearing coarse linen clothes, and their arms were exposed to the air, revealing their snow-white skin.

His gaze froze slightly, and he said, "Desolate?"

There was no surprise on the faces of the six men, and they still didn't make a sound like puppets.

The characteristics of the desolate people are obvious, the coarse linen clothes are very recognizable, especially the pale skin caused by being in the snow all year round, not to mention all of them, but eighty percent of the desolate people are like this.

And they obviously didn't come here to hide their identities.

It's just that Li Xiu is curious about how the desolate man entered the Tang Realm?

So he looked away and looked at the nineteen wandering monks in the middle.

After thinking about it for a while, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked softly, "Changlin?"

Now no one in the Tang Dynasty dares to blatantly stop in front of him and want to kill him, since Luo Fuyuan said that the Holy Sect will not interfere in this matter, then even if Zhou Yuan wants to play tricks, he will not get the support of the four elders, looking at the Wasteland, except for the Holy Sect who has a life and death grudge with him, the rest are similar to the Shangqing Palace or the Ye family, the Heavenly Sword Gate, etc., are just small frictions.

Far from the point of separating life and death.

The demon clan is even more impossible, after all, although the relationship between the Tang Kingdom and the demon clan is not harmonious, it is also peaceful.

Remove all the impossibilities, and the remaining one, no matter how incredible it is, will definitely be the answer.

So these people must be from Changlin.

"I can't believe that you want to pull me along when you are dying. ”

Tilted his head, slightly teasing.

"His Royal Highness has pushed the entire Changlin into a desperate situation with a light word, and there is a danger of overturning, shouldn't he be damned?"

Just as the big red robe stood at the forefront of the seven wandering monks in Yin Cao, the person who answered Li Xiu's words also stood at the forefront of the monks in Changlin.

This is a symbol of status, but also a symbol of strength.

"Changlin has been a disaster for the Tang Kingdom for many years, and he has acted unscrupulously, which one of you dares to do so

So wild in Datang?"

Li Xiu's face was cold, and he shouted in a cold voice: "I am Li Xiu, the prince of Tang Kingdom, you are also worthy of stopping me here? ”

The complexion of the person who opened the mouth changed several times, and his whole face became a little purple, which was extremely ugly.

Li Xiu's face was restrained, and turned into a faint smile, as if the picture just now had never appeared at all, and he took all the scenes in front of him into his own hands in just a few words.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

He didn't like to talk nonsense, but it was about the situation.

The grasp of the situation is a very mysterious existence, and there is a total of five realms and more than thirty wandering monks standing at the head of the bridge, this is a mortal situation, but fortunately, Chen Zhimo is very strong, Xu Yingxiu is also very strong, and Xiong Fat is not weak.

If it really fights, there may not be a glimmer of life.

And this so-called vitality is potential.

At first, Bai Rumei and others sat at the head of the bridge, which was to gather momentum, and Li Xiu was here, ready to go unstoppable.

However, Li Xiu stopped the car, broke the general trend between three words, and then scolded Changlin for gradually spreading his own momentum.

This is important.

The person headed by Chang Lin obviously understood all this, and his gaze at Li Xiu was slightly cold, but he still replied: "Chang Lin, Lu Bude. ”

Li Xiu was silent for a moment, and Xu Yingxiu's face was cold and piercing.

Chen Zhimo couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the person in front of him.

The name Lu Buju is naturally not unfamiliar to them, but it is not unfamiliar to the entire Tang Dynasty.

The twelfth place in grass yellow paper, Changlin Lu is not decent.

is only ranked in the last two of Chen Zhimo, such strength is very strong, I have to admit it.

"It seems that Changlin is really at the end of his rope. ”

Before Li Xiu could speak, Chen Zhimo said with a sneer.

"What do you mean by that?"

Lu Buju turned his head and glanced at Chen Zhimo, and asked out loud.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking that Changlin is getting more and more on the stage, knowing that there is me, the tenth person on the grass yellow paper, here, and even daring to send someone who ranks in the twelfth, isn't it no different from sending him to death?"