It was very bright.

Before leading people into the underground mausoleum, Jiang Ping looked up at the sky for the last time, and felt a little dazzling.

Gui Zhangmen did not go with them, and when he saw the battle in Zhuangzi, he was concerned about the safety of the people and went to them alone.

Before leaving, the head of the Gui sect also specially told Jiang Ping that the divine soldier was born, and the backing mountain sect was close to this, and it would be difficult to escape after all. It's just that the luck lane is a little bit worse.

His meaning is very simple, he doesn't blame Jiang Ping.

Because Jiang Ping had said before that he would take refuge in them.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, Jiang Ping has not fulfilled his promise, and even he himself is unable to protect himself.

Jiang Ping didn't speak, just silently watched the back of the head of the sect and walked away.

Although this head of the family is sleek and afraid of death, he is a good head after all.

Perhaps it is precisely this spirit that has been passed down for so many years by relying on the unique sect culture.

Two men were left to stand guard outside, and the others entered the mausoleum.

I don't know what the lamp oil in the mausoleum is made of, it is very resistant to burning, and from the discovery of the drill rat to the present, the lamp oil has only burned less than half, and it seems that it can last for a long time.

So the mausoleum is still bright.

The injured Tianzhuwei, Jiang Ping gave a life-saving palm, and then they took the healing pill they carried with them, and they were already asleep at this moment.

Ruthless is also taking care of the cold wolf who is still unconscious.

Jiang Ping sat on the stone steps in front of the Broken Dragon Gate, holding a silver-white mask in his hand, patting his knees one by one, and his whole person exuded a gloomy atmosphere.

He was unhappy.

It's not because of the loss of the divine soldier.

Instead, he once again suffered from swelling.

He once told himself that steadfastness is the first criterion.

But when he continued to escalate, his fame continued to rise, and the power under his command grew stronger and stronger, he still inevitably floated.

People are always suffering the same kind of suffering, that is, as the saying goes, the scar is good and the pain is forgotten.

Everything that happened today seemed unexpected, but in fact, after he decided to take Lao Qiu down the mausoleum, it became a given.

In fact, he has rescued the cold wolf, and his mission has been completed.

He could have stopped there.

In the final analysis, he thinks he can do it, and he feels that the treasure is in front of him, how can he not take it.

Isn't it just a mere drill rat, not even a great grandmaster, how can it be his opponent.

If God does not take it, it will be blamed.

But if it were him in the past, before he found out everything underground, he would rather lose the divine soldier, and he would not go down easily.

But he went down anyway.

After going down, I encountered the Broken Dragon Gate.

If he were still the same as before, he would definitely find a large number of people to break the floodgates and enjoy the success himself.

Even if it was delayed because of this, the drill rat was released.

But he just wanted to show himself, but he opened the broken dragon gate.

After that, he successfully got the divine soldier.

He could have forcibly suppressed the divine soldiers, waited until he was absolutely safe, and then slowly took a long-term view.

The fact that the Drill Rat can't take away the divine soldiers doesn't mean that he can't take away the divine soldiers.

But he chose to forcibly fight with the divine soldier and subdued it.

It's cool, but it's useless.

He thought that Lao Qiu was here, taking a little risk, and it didn't matter.

But it turns out that when the unexpected strikes, all that little bit becomes 100 percent.

He had a lot of choices.

As long as he stopped at any of these choices, he would never have fled today, and maybe even the Heavenly Guards would not have died so many people.

In his heyday, he was enough to rush back to the Gushan Sect as quickly as possible and suppress everything.

As for why Tian Zhuwei had a conflict with those Jianghu warriors, it was even inextricable, and it was so troublesome that it would never stop.

Jiang Ping already had a guess in his heart.

Gamer!

This group of players, who have become experienced leeks in his eyes, once again proved with their actions that anyone who underestimates them will pay a heavy price.

When he arrived, he saw several players with unfamiliar names on their heads in the crowd.

These players joined later.

To say that last night's incident had nothing to do with the player, Jiang Ping chopped off his head and kicked it as a ball.

But even if he knew the truth, it wouldn't help.

Chaos is a player's attribute, and he's known that for a long time.

There is never a distinction between good and evil in the hearts of players, there are only benefits, only benefits, and only happiness in their eyes.

This time the act was just a wake-up call for him.

The era of players playing soy sauce is over.

Countless thoughts tumbled in Jiang Ping's mind, and finally turned into a long breath of turbid air and spit out.

The world is so wonderful, always when he is the most proud, give him a slap in the face, disdainfully tell him, how old are you?

"Childe, it's been arranged. ”

Qiu Daoyu walked over and said to Jiang Ping.

He was slapped by the Six Prison Demon Marquis, which was actually not very comfortable, but he did not show any of it.

Because at this moment he is the pillar of everyone.

If he shows weakness, it will be a blow to everyone's confidence.

"There is a heavenly guard guarding it, and once the man catches up, we will hide behind the Broken Dragon Gate.

I've just had people find some wild fruits, and I've hunted a few prey along the way, and even if I hide in them, I can hold on for a few days.

As long as we wait for the son to recover, we will not be afraid of the Six Hells Demon Marquis. ”

Jiang Ping was noncommittal, but patted the steps beside him and said:

"Lao Qiu, sit down. ”

Qiu Daoyu sat down obediently.

"It's very uncomfortable, if you want to vomit blood, vomit blood, this son won't laugh at you. ”

Jiang Ping chuckled.

Qiu Daoyu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile:

"It's still seen through by Childe, so I won't pretend. ”

Sow thistle!

A mouthful of dark red blood spit out, and Lao Qiu's breath immediately weakened.

Because of the forced pressure on the injury, he was even more serious than when he was first injured.

Qiu Daoyu silently exercised, his breath quickly weakened, and he changed from the previous middle-aged strong man to the appearance of a little old man.

The transformation of withering and glory can allow him to better nourish the vitality in his body and recover faster.

"Childe, why bother about the matter of the divine soldiers, it's just to keep it in that person's hands for a few days for the time being. When the son recovers, take it from him. ”

Seeing Jiang Ping's depressed mood, Qiu Daoyu couldn't help but comfort.

Thinking that Gongzi threw out the divine soldiers without hesitation in order to get him out of the war, Qiu Daoyu was also emotional.

The reason why he has been following Jiang Ping is that he is even willing to repay him with his life.

It wasn't because Jiang Ping helped him recover, but also recognized his grandson as his godson.

If it was just like this, how could he use his life so Jiang Ping.

Martial arts into the great master, the imperial power cannot be humiliated.

Even the royal family treats the great grandmaster with a courtesy, and does not dare to humiliate him at will.

What kind of rescue grace, what kind of kinship, when he broke through to the Great Grandmaster, in fact, all of Jiang Ping's investments had already received a return.

But he was still willing to be a servant and follow Jiang Ping as a multi-faceted tool.

It was because he felt Jiang Ping's truth to him.

The king treats him as a countryman, and I repay him as a countryman!

His own son-in-law is really afraid of death, he is really unproductive, he is really shameless, and sometimes his son's behavior makes him feel ashamed when he sees it, and even wants to backstab him on the spot.

But so what?

In this world, in addition to his own son, the only person who is best for him is his son.

Even after his son had a daughter-in-law and his own son, the son had become the first.

Obviously, they met in Pingshui, but Gongzi was sure that he would not take revenge, and threw any benefits at him, and he was not afraid of feeding the white-eyed wolf.

He was able to completely recover in such a short period of time, and then broke through the realm of the Great Grandmaster, of course, there was the accumulation of more than 20 years of silence in him, but it was more the help of Gongzi.

But what did he do for Childe?

On the contrary, every time he encounters danger, Childe is the one who pulls him to run the fastest, and does not give him a chance to repay his kindness at all.

It's like this time.

With the divine soldiers in hand, there are a few people who can easily let go.

Obviously let him delay in front, and Childe can calmly retreat with the divine soldiers.

Divine soldiers and a great grandmaster, normal people know how to choose.

After all, people's hearts are fickle, and the great grandmaster may rebel, but the divine soldier will not.

Moreover, Childe's martial arts realm has long surpassed him, and when he is really in danger, he can't tell who will protect whom.

His effect on Childe has long been minimal, far less than the bonus of a divine weapon to his combat power.

But even so, Childe did not hesitate to throw out the divine soldiers and replace their safe retreat.

Qiu Daoyu didn't say anything sensational, but just kept everything in his heart silently.

He owes his son-in-law so much.

It's not that life is hard to repay.

It's just that this opportunity doesn't seem to have any hope in sight now.

Thinking of this, Qiu Daoyu almost laughed out loud.

Who wants to send themselves to death.

He's a demonic obstacle.

Jiang Ping happened to see the smile in Qiu Daoyu's eyes, and his face immediately collapsed:

"Comrade Lao Qiu, do you feel that your worth has risen? My son doesn't even want a divine soldier, he wants to save you.

I tell you, I regret it now.

Hmph!"

Jiang Ping snorted arrogantly, and then stood up.

"Ben Gongzi is going to sleep now, and when I wake up, all of them will be killed with one punch!

Made, this son has never suffered such a grievance!"

"Yes, yes, Childe is the most powerful. ”

Qiu Daoyu nodded hurriedly, feeling the cheerful breath in the air again, and even his mood improved.

Jiang Ping took two steps, then remembered something, and turned around:

"By the way, remember to call Ben Gongzi first, the same mistake, I won't make it a second time!"

Even if you can hang the opposite side with a hammer, Lao Tzu will shake people!

That's his steady way.

......

Backer Mountain Farm.

The fire has been extinguished, but the occasional crackling sound can still be heard from under the collapsed beams and wood.

The ground was littered with corpses, swords scattered, and countless lives were lost, and it was like an irregular slaughterhouse.

The air smelled of dead silence.

After fighting with Tianzhuwei, Jiang Ping released a wave of divine soldiers to torture and kill, and there were only forty or fifty people left of other warriors.

You know, there were more than 200 of them before, and with the players who sneaked in, this number is even more.

But at this moment, there were less than two palms left among the people kneeling on the ground.

The rest of the people fell in pools of blood, and their fate could not escape.

The Six Prison Demons clenched the dimly lit Shocking Shield in one hand as he paced in front of the crowd, his face revealing an extremely complicated emotion.

was originally a great joy of getting a divine soldier, mixed with the great sadness of learning of the tragic death of his grandson.

Let him become the irascible old man he is now.

"My grandson is dead, why are you still alive?!"

"Huh?!"

"Answer me!"

Bang!

A kneeling man's head was smashed by the palm of the Six Prison Demons, like a big watermelon, red and white and blown to the ground.

The others had brains on their faces, and they didn't dare to wipe them, but their bodies trembled, and they didn't dare to speak, waiting for the butcher's knife to swing down on them.

At this time, in addition to the fear of the Six Prison Demon Marquis in their hearts, they only had a distant greeting to the eight generations of the ancestors of that talkative person.

For it all stems from the man's mouthful words:

"Xu Yong, Xu Yong, he's dead. ”

Then, there is no then.

The mouthy man turned directly into a pulp of flesh and fused with the dirt on the ground.

When the Six Prison Demons found their own grandson in the corpse, all of them were present, one was counted as one, and no one could escape the cruel murder of the Six Hells Demons.

It's not that no one wants to escape.

But who can escape the pursuit of the Great Grandmaster.

On the contrary, those who escaped received special treatment from the Six Prison Demons, and had to be tortured before they could die in agony.

In this way, they dare not resist even more.

I only hope that the next person to die is not myself, even if I can live for a minute and a second.

Perhaps, there are people passing by and rescuing them.

It's just that the likelihood is too low.

The backing mountain sect originally chose to build the sect in a paralyzed place, and there was only one avenue to come in, if you didn't deliberately want to come to the backing mountain sect, who would have nothing to pass by.

But it's always so coincidental.

"Stop!!"

A mature male voice full of majesty came from afar, and then a middle-aged man in a white Confucian shirt came from the sky.

He saw the corpses all over the ground, and saw the six hell demons doing such a murderous act, and instinctively linked the murderer to him.

"Who are you to slaughter innocents here?"

The man in the Confucian shirt has a three-foot beautiful beard, his face is majestic and fair, and his eyes are bright, and he looks like that...... Good.

His name is Su Wenzheng, the great gentleman of the Junzi Pavilion, a great martial arts master who has read poetry and books.