On the official road to the direction of Luye City, three fast horses galloped by, and the black horse was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old handsome boy, with a blue Confucian shirt, gently shaking an ivory folding fan, white skin, and a graceful manner. Riding a red horse was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old scholar, with a delicate appearance. Riding the yellow horse was a middle-aged servant, tall and vicious-looking.

The three of them were Yin Sheng, Ximo and Zhao Lingzun, who were eager to return to their hometowns, and the three rode horses at a fast speed, and they ran out of more than 100 miles in an hour.

Yin Sheng nodded and said, "Okay, we'll be in this town at noon." The three rode horses and galloped to the town, and after a cup of tea, they arrived at the intersection of the town, but saw that the town seemed to be empty, and there was a sign on the side of the road that was diagonally inserted in the sand, and the sign had seven words written in blood, "Huangfeng Town, trespasser, die!"

Seeing that the blood on the brand was still dry, the three of them were very surprised, Zhao Lingzun and Yin Sheng glanced at each other, Yin Sheng said: "Uncle Zhao, let's go in and have a look, maybe we can eliminate the harm for the people!" Zhao Lingzun nodded. So, the three of them rode slowly into the town,

I saw that this town is not very big, and there are only hundreds of houses and street shop signs, but whether it is residents or shops, every house is closed, chickens and dogs do not smell, and there is no sound. Zhao Lingzun used his internal strength and shouted, "Is there anyone in the town?" Unfortunately, there was no sound in the wind except for the echo.

The little scholar Ximo untied the short knife from the saddle, held it in his hand, looked left and right, a little panicked, but saw that Gongzi and Uncle Zhao were calm, and they didn't seem to be so panicked. Yin Sheng said in a deep voice: "Could it be that some demon has appeared and killed all the people in this town?"

Zhao Lingzun shook his head and said in a low voice: "It doesn't look like it, there is no one on this street, and everything is neat, as if the residents knew about it and packed up their things in advance and fled." Could it be that there are horse bandits who are coming to rob them? That doesn't make sense! How could a horse bandit let the townspeople flee in advance?"

A whirlwind blew, blowing up the dust on the side of the road, adding to the weirdness of this town, Ximo was a little scared, and his teeth chattered, "Why does this town look so terrifying? That bloody sign on the side of the road, it's scary! Why don't we go, I think this town is haunted?"

Yin Sheng said softly, "It's okay, let's go to the middle and take a look!" The three of them urged their horses and slowly walked towards the center of the town, and when they came to the intersection in the center of the town, the three of them stopped their horses, because they finally saw a shop with the door open, but it was a coffin shop, and at the door of the coffin shop, there were three brand-new thin-skinned coffins. Seeing these three coffins, Yin Sheng's heart suddenly sank.

As soon as Ximo turned around, he suddenly screamed, startling Yin Sheng and Zhao Lingzun, Yin Sheng hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Ximo, what's wrong?"

Ximo stammered and said incoherently: "Gong, Gongzi, I, I, just now, I saw that there are ghosts on the road, on the side of the road! There are really ghosts! Those ghosts, some are wearing bright red clothes, some are wearing black and black clothes, and some are wearing white clothes, and they are gone in a flash!"

Zhao Lingzun was furious, secretly raised his breath, and broke off like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Get out of here, you Uncle Zhao Lingzun is here! Forgive you for waiting for just some guts rats, small people, who will only do some indiscriminate deeds of chickens and dogs, can you dare to come out and fight with your Uncle Zhao for 300 rounds?"

Zhao Lingzun scolded for a long time on the horse, but no one answered, and there was no sound in the town except for the occasional strange wind. Zhao Lingzun turned his head and looked at the coffin shop with an open door a hundred steps away, and looked at the three thin-skinned coffins in front of the store, knowing that this store was a trap, but Zhao Lingzun still stubbornly urged the horse forward.

Yin Sheng suddenly said in a loud voice: "Uncle Zhao, this town is really a little weird, or let's go, we won't delay time here, we can't do it." ”

Zhao Lingzun didn't speak, but shook his head slightly, wondering if this kid was stupid? The three thin-skinned coffins at the door of the coffin shop were clearly aimed at the three of us, where did they want to go? Can you still walk after entering this town? Zhao Lingzun urged the horse to walk towards the coffin shop, and Yin Sheng and Ximo had to follow behind.

Thirty steps away from the coffin shop with the black "Wanshouju" plaque, Zhao Lingzun suddenly lifted a breath of qi and slashed at the coffin in the middle with one palm. A palm wind condensed by a red qi machine was like a bolt of lightning, straight through the coffin, you must know that Zhao Lingzun's fire palm technique is known for its strength and fierceness, this palm is split, even if it is thirty steps away, the coffin will definitely be split to pieces!

Zhao Lingzun's sharp palm wind reached the place, flying sand and stones, the palm wind was about to hit the coffin at the moment, the coffin suddenly flew up more than a zhang high, which can avoid the palm wind, the coffin did not move in the air, but the coffin lid went straight to Zhao Lingzun, and it was menacing. Zhao Lingzun was furious, and another palm slashed out, and in the palm wind, the coffin lid exploded in mid-air, scattered and flew away, breaking the window lattices of several shops around.

Yin Sheng and Ximo looked at each other in shock, this coffin is really haunted? Zhao Lingzun split the coffin, this coffin actually flew into the sky by itself to avoid this sharp blow, and this coffin lid could fly over by itself to beat people.

Zhao Lingzun's heart sank, he was so strong that he couldn't push the coffin lid back, but only exploded in the air, which showed that the opponent's strength was not weaker than his own. If it's just me now, it's not a big deal, if you can't beat it, you can run away, but what about Yin Sheng and Ximo around him? Zhao Lingzun sighed, I can't figure out that my old Zhao will be here today.

Zhao Lingzun shook his head hard, forcing himself to give up these unlucky thoughts, Zhao Lingzun shook his spirit, and slashed several palms at the coffin without a coffin lid in mid-air, the coffin flashed twice in the air, successfully dodged the two palms, but failed to dodge the third palm, and with a click, the coffin was shattered by the fierce and incomparable fire palm.

I saw that before the coffin burst, something in the coffin rose upward, and a person wearing black clothes was not a ghost or a ghost, and there was something with an invisible face on his head, hanging in the air. Ximo exclaimed in horror: "It's this ghost! This is one of the black ghosts I saw in the room just now! Why did it appear in the coffin again? Haunted! Childe, I'm so scared!"

Yin Sheng had already calmed down, and comforted Ximo and said: "Don't be afraid, this ghost is pretended to be by someone, if it leans over, you can draw a knife and chop it." Ximo's nervous teeth rattled, and the hand holding the knife kept shaking, Yin Sheng smiled bitterly, this kid is too timid, that "ghost" really flew in front of him, it is estimated that he will also be scared to slash him.

The voice of the "ghost" in mid-air was terrible, and listening to it in broad daylight made people's hairs stand on end, "Zhao Lingzun, you actually split the coffin that is about to hold your corpse, you are so bold and reckless, you will die without a place to be buried!"

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Don't hide, your mother, it's obviously a killer organization that claims to die in your coffin regardless of your longevity, what the hell is it pretending to be?" When Uncle Zhao first saw the three words 'Wanshouju', he thought it was the name of the coffin shop, but now he understands that those three words are the name of your killer organization!"

The largest killer organization in the Dashang rivers and lakes is called Luoyu Pavilion, and the most mysterious killer organization is none other than this "Wanshouju", it is rumored that Wanshouju kills people, and a few coffins are prepared when you kill a few people, and each coffin will be written on the lid, "Thousands of years of life, live here for a long time." "The implication is that no matter how long you live, as long as Wanshouju wants to kill you, he will definitely kill you in a coffin, and it is rumored that murder never misses.

The black-clothed "ghost" sneered in the air, "The surname is Zhao, have you guessed this?" Sure enough, you have the courage and insight! It is worthy that someone paid a thousand taels of gold to buy the heads of the three of you, and now it seems that your head is really worth this price!"

Zhao Lingzun was furious, grabbed the reins of the horse tightly with his left hand, spiffed, and scolded loudly: "A thousand taels of gold want to buy the heads of my master and servant?

The black-clothed ghost laughed loudly, "Lao Tzu is one of the four great messengers of Wanshouju, Murong Changping, I heard that your martial arts surnamed Zhao have reached the first grade, so I made a military order in front of the door master, and I came to take your head, if you know each other, you can quickly get off the horse and die, what is the grandson of the Liaodong Daoist hero, who is known as the first product of martial arts, was not killed by Lao Tzu himself?"

Ximo, who was riding on a horse, heard that this person claimed to be Murong Changping, the messenger of Wanshouju, and he was not a ghost, so he put his heart back in his stomach, and his hands were no longer shaking. Yin Sheng on the side became nervous, since this person said that someone paid a thousand taels of gold to buy the heads of his master and servant, it was obviously prepared, and the person who came was not good.

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "What kind of bullshit four messengers of Wanshouju, it's not that Uncle Zhao looks down on you, it's really Uncle Zhao who has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, but he has never heard of your name, how much ability you can do as a nobody? Since you didn't come to die, then Uncle Zhao simply sent kindness, fulfilled you, and beat you into the four dead, so that you can live up to your name!"

Murong Changping was furious, pounced from mid-air, and crashed straight into Zhao Lingzun. Zhao Lingzun jumped up from the horse, obviously faster than Murong Changping's speed, the two of them collided shoulder to shoulder in the air, Murong Changping was knocked out of the seven zhang by Zhao Lingzun, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, Zhao Lingzun was also knocked back more than two zhang, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

Murong Changping rolled over from the air and landed on the ground, wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his whole grimace twitched involuntarily, only then did he put away the contempt in his heart, the opponent in front of him was obviously much stronger than he imagined. The martial arts practiced by the Wanshouju killer are weird, like Murong Changping, who is only a second-grade strength, but he is not weaker than a few first-grade martial arts masters.

Last month, Murong Changping and the soul chasing messenger Yelu Hongzhong teamed up to attack and kill Sun Zida, a master of Liaodong Yipin, in Liaodong Dao. It was also the easy killing of Sun Zida that made Murong Changping arrogant, and since then, he has not taken the master of the first-grade martial arts realm in his eyes.

Now that he collided head-on with Zhao Lingzun, Murong Changping found that he was not the opponent in front of him at all, so he was a little panicked. Zhao Lingzun knocked back Murong Changping, and his confidence in his heart increased greatly, it turned out that this life-killing messenger was only a second-grade strength, but Zhao Lingzun was a little puzzled, how could the other party's second-grade strength burst the coffin cover in the air instead of the coffin lid flying back upside down?

Ximo and Yin Sheng saw Zhao Lingzun knock Murong Changping back with one blow, and their hearts also settled down, one of them with his head facing forward and the other with his head facing backwards, standing back to back, holding their weapons tightly to prevent sneak attacks from all around.

Murong Changping was hit by Zhao Lingzun and retreated seven zhang, he was embarrassed in his heart, and rushed forward to Zhao Lingzun again, Zhao Lingzun sneered, and also swept towards Murong Changping again.

When the two were about to collide, the four palms slammed together, and the red and black qi engines burst out with dazzling and brilliant light, this time Murong Changping was shocked back to fifteen zhang away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his face turned pale. Zhao Lingzun withdrew from Qizhang Kai, and his face was obviously not easy.

Murong Changping breathed a sigh of relief and scolded loudly: "Yelu Hongzhong, you bastard, you don't make a move, are you waiting to collect my body?"

I heard a loud noise, and the coffin lid of the coffin on the left side of the door of the coffin shop was overturned from the inside, and a "ghost" wearing a big red dress and a hideous face crawled out of the coffin clumsily. The stupid red-clothed killer twisted his neck and said angrily: "Murong Changping, you stupid! you can't even clean up such an old ghost, disturbing Lao Tzu's good dreams." ”

Murong Changping wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve again, and smiled coldly, "Yelu Hongzhong, even I slapped this old ghost with a palm, and I was beaten until I vomited blood, if you are not convinced, you can rush up and try it yourself?" I believe that Zhao Lingzun, this old ghost, can beat out all your!"

Among the four messengers of Wanshouju, Yelu Hongzhong, who is known as the soul chasing messenger, the corners of his mouth are upturned, his eyes are full of disdain, and he said with a smile: "You Murong Changping is a waste, don't pull me! Such an ugly old ghost, you can't even take it, and you still want to call me out, it's really insulting to the reputation of our Wanshouju, get out of the way, look at me!"

Murong Changping shook the sleeves of his robe, sneered, and really retreated a few feet, standing aside and taking the opportunity to regulate his internal breath, he wanted to see how the unashamed Yelu Hongzhong made a fool of himself.

Yelu Hongzhong swaggered forward a few steps, pouted and said: "Old Ghost Zhao, I am Yelu Hongzhong, the soul chasing messenger of Wanshouju, I advise you to cut off your head yourself and give it to me, I can show the master of the door and spare you from dying." ”

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed: "What kind of bullshit messenger of Wanshouju, it turns out to be a mental illness! Then please cut off your head and give it to me with both hands, I can also spare you from death!"

Yelu Hongzhong said angrily: "Old Ghost Zhao doesn't know how to lift, this messenger will send you back to the west now!" As he spoke, his hands shook, and there were two more round small saws in his hands, the saws were the size of a sea bowl, sharp, shining in the sun, the saw was held in his hand, and there were small gauntlets.

Yelu Hongzhong swept towards Zhao Lingzun, shaking up and down with a saw in both hands, obviously not wanting the enemy to know where the weapon was sawing, and there were words in his mouth: "Soul chasing saw, soul hook, upper sawing Tianling cover, lower sawing toes, peddlers are afraid, princes and ministers are worried, even if they are thousands of miles away, chasing souls is not left ......behind."

Zhao Lingzun saw Yelu Hongzhong holding a Qimen weapon that he had never seen before, he didn't dare to be careless, his eyes stared at Yelu Hongzhong, and when he was still two feet away from him, his body jumped to the left, preventing the opponent from rushing down the killer, and then slammed the qi machine, and slapped a palm like lightning, the red qi machine was like a sword, breaking through the air, the wind was whistling, and went straight to Yelu Hongzhong's heart.

I saw Yelu Hongzhong's strange and ugly figure moving and twisting in the air, just like a fat duck with a flexible body, which could dodge Zhao Lingzun's fiery palm wind like lightning. Zhao Lingzun saw that his body and weapons were so weird, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he urged the qi machine again and again, and drew a circle with his hands, like a red light mask, to protect his body.

Yelu Hongzhong turned back to Murong Changping and sneered: "Murong Changping, you are really a waste, this old ghost Zhao's martial arts are so unbearable, he is just a thief who protects himself, I haven't made a move, he is scared by me, and he doesn't dare to show his head when he hides!"

Murong Changping's angry eyes were like lamps, and he was about to scold when he narrowed his eyes, but he suddenly shouted in horror: "Yelu pig's head!

As soon as Murong Changping on this side exclaimed, Zhao Lingzun had already taken advantage of the moment when Yelu Hongzhong and Murong Changping turned back to talk and were distracted, and approached like lightning, and hit Yelu Hongzhong's chest with a strong palm.

Yelu Hongzhong realized it later, Zhao Lingzun pressed his palm to his chest before he reacted, it was too late to lift the qi machine and carry it hard, this blazing palm hit firmly, Yelu Hongzhong flew more than ten zhang away, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and after a while, he got up from the ground and scolded: "Old ghost Zhao, you fucking sneak attack me!"

Zhao Lingzun smiled coldly, "The two of them are fighting for their lives, you are just a mere second-grade strength and dare to be so big, Uncle Zhao didn't beat you to death with one palm, it is already left room to give you a small lesson, why don't you come over and thank Uncle Zhao for not killing?"

Yelu Hongzhong was furious and shouted at the third coffin, "Yelu Dalu, get out of here! My brother has been bullied, why don't you come out and avenge my brother?"

I saw that the third coffin suddenly stood up on the ground, and the coffin lid fell down with a bang, and a "ghost" who was very similar to Yeluhong Zhongchang, but dressed in white, came out and said lazily: "Fart! I am the elder brother, and you are the younger brother." When was it not when you were beaten and I came to avenge you?"

Yelu Hongzhong was furious and also scolded, "Fart, I'm my brother, I was born earlier than you, naturally I'm my brother." ”

Yelu Dalu said: "You only came out a little earlier than me, what does it matter? I don't care about that, in short, I am more capable than you, I am my brother." ”

Yelu Hongzhong wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "You are more capable than your father, are you also his brother?"

Zhao Lingzun saw that these two people were talking indistinctly, obviously because of a problem with their brains, thinking that this Wanshouju was a killer organization, but how did he get two bastards to be messengers? The names of the brothers, or what Hong Zhong Dalu, I think it is almost the same as two mentally retarded idiots, and it is difficult for such two people to practice martial arts to the second-grade realm.

Zhao Lingzun sank his face and shouted: "You two fart one by one, so are you done now?"

The two brothers didn't reply, only to hear someone on the roof on the right laughing wildly, "Zhao Lingzun, what are you arrogant about? Believe it or not, I'll slap you to death with one palm!"