Chapter Seventy-Two: The Wind Blows from Hell

In fact, Li Yunsheng's feeling was even stronger than Sang Xiaoman's. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was like a strong wind blowing from hell, stinging his soul over and over again, and he pulled Sang Xiaoman behind him like instinct.

"Who are they?"

Li Yunsheng asked with puzzlement and vigilance.

But before Sang Xiaoman could answer, three figures covered by black cloaks appeared at the door of the pawn hall, the tattered black cloak looked like three black mist from a distance, and then the light could only see the black gas coming out of it from time to time, and they couldn't look down on what was inside, but as they walked in, a fishy and unpleasant smell mixed with a cold cold air permeated the pawn hall.

Everyone seemed to be petrified, and no one dared to speak, and the pawn hall was as silent as death.

"It's like, not the place you should be. ”

The young steward Wu of One Night City seemed to have woken up from his shock, although his tone was still full of fear, but he said very resolutely, and his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword when he spoke.

What answered him was a rusty iron sword sticking out of the dark shadow of the cloak, and Steward Wu did not hesitate to draw the sword.

The rusty iron sword and the green steel long sword in Steward Wu's hand collided together like two lightning bolts, and after a piercing crash, the invisible wave of qi stirred up by Jian Gang directly overturned the tables and chairs in the hall.

The black shadow was unscathed, but Steward Wu had already lost an arm.

"Take the guests first. ”

Steward Wu turned a blind eye to his blood-soaked broken arm, and still looked like he was at home, staring at the black shadow in front of him, and after speaking, his body turned into an afterimage again and pounced on the black shadow under the cloak, and the Dao Dao Sword Gang that collided with the two swords cut through the surrounding things like a sharp blade, and the wounds on Steward Wu's body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the black shadow under the cloak had unhurriedly pulled out the sword and closed the sword, uninjured.

After receiving the order of Steward Wu, the attendants of the pawn hall drew their swords from their waists one after another, blocking in front of the other two black shadows, and then shouted to the guests behind them: "Please go through the back door, we will block them." ”

At this time, the people in the hall came to their senses, but fortunately, these people were not villagers who had never seen the world, and they began to evacuate in an orderly manner after a short period of panic.

"I'll block here for a while, you take Xiaoman first, and I'll follow. ”

Zhai Rong got up but didn't mean to leave, and the cane in his pestle stood still.

"Elder Zhai, our Sang family can't make enemies with them yet......"

Cao Bin frowned, he was afraid that Zhai Rong would be careful to kill him, because although these three ghost things are powerful, what is even more powerful is the force behind these three ghost things.

"I know, I'm just here to stop them. ”

Li Yunsheng and Sang Xiaoman were the farthest away from the back door, and while he was evacuating, he asked Sang Xiaoman beside him puzzled:

"What the hell is this?"

"It's the ghost of Hell Hell!"

The answer to Li Yunsheng was the fast-talking Chen Tai'a, and at this time he was still holding the crow nine heart and grinning a lot.

This is a name that Li Yunsheng has never heard of, because the place "Yan Prison" is not written in the book at all.

"Yan Prison is a place where the most powerful cultivators, demon descendants, and demon clans in the world are imprisoned, but because of the ferocious and abnormal methods, they will do whatever it takes to capture the criminals, even if they hurt the innocent. Their credo is that it is better to kill 10,000 by mistake than to spare one. Because they were too cruel, the Ten States Immortal Mansion removed all the records about them from the classics, and only some core members of the big families and sects knew about them. Sang Xiaoman hesitated here to explain, she glanced at Li Yunsheng with concern, and finally decided to continue: "Last year, they were in Yingzhou, in order to hunt down a big demon, they slaughtered the people of a secular mansion overnight. ”

The reason why Sang Xiaoman hesitated was because she knew that Li Yunsheng was from Yingzhou, and the time was about the same, so she should know about it.

Li Yunsheng's expression froze when he heard this, and he said with an unbelievable expression: "It's them?!No matter how powerful they are, they can't kill the people of a mansion, right?" Saying this, Li Yunsheng glanced back at the ghost cha who was fighting fiercely with the attendants of the same night city, and added: "If they are really that strong, we still have a chance to escape?"

What Sang Xiaoman didn't know was that Li Yunsheng was the only survivor of the tragedy in Qinyang Mansion, and it was because he was a witness that he became more and more unbelievable, so he and his father Li Shanzhu in Qinyang Mansion had to walk for several days to get out without doing anything, not to mention killing all the people in the mansion?

"Behind us, except for the C-class ghost who fought with Steward Wu, the other two are D-class ghosts, but that time to hunt down that big demon, Yan Prison dispatched a hundred first-class ghosts in one go, as well as three rakshasas. ”

Hearing this, Li Yunsheng was shocked and said: "It's just a first-class ghost who has this kind of strength, how strong is that first-class ghost? Not to mention that there is also that rakshasa." ”

"Isn't there anyone in this hell to take care of them?"

Li Yunsheng asked puzzledly, slaughtering the mortals of a mansion overnight, why did this immortal mansion not say a word?

"There is no fairness and justice in the Immortal Mansion, only strength and order, Yan Prison has the strength, and can also help the Immortal Mansion maintain order, these Immortal Mansion families in the Ten Prefectures naturally turn a blind eye, not to mention that they are hunting down some fierce and evil people, these costs are all acquiescence between the Immortal Mansion, the most important thing is that they are too powerful, not themselves, if they release those demons and demons in the Yan Prison, I am afraid that the Ten Prefectures will already be in ruins at this time. ”

Sang Xiaoman sighed and said, "So they are doing all this nonsense, and we small families can only endure it." ”

In front of them, the Sang family had to be called the Xiao Shijia, and Li Yunsheng only felt that he still underestimated the Immortal Mansion.

As soon as he thought of this, his pace quickened a little.

Finally...... Several people escaped from the pawn hall and came to a dark wilderness outside the temple.

Except for Mrs. Chen, the rest of the people looked nervous.

"Brother Yunsheng, I'm going home. ”

Mrs. Chen suddenly pointed to a bright light flying from the sky, and said reluctantly, "My father came to pick me up." ”

"Your father?"

Just as Li Yunsheng's face was full of doubts, he saw that an elegant middle-aged cultivator had already appeared in front of several people, he looked at Sang Xiaoman and then at Li Yunsheng, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Tai'a, who was smirking at this time:

"Let's go!"

He directly twisted Chen Tai'a's ears and said coldly, and after speaking, the electric light flashed under his feet, and the person disappeared in place, and Li Yunsheng, who was far away, heard Chen Tai'a crying out in pain: "Brother Yunsheng, remember to come to Xuanzhou Kaiyuan Sect to play with me, I will ask my mother to make you something to eat!"

This Chen Tai'a really made Li Yunsheng cry and laugh, and Sang Xiaoman also laughed and said: "It turns out that the rigid sect master of Kaiyuan Sect actually has such a fun son. ”

"Miss, I've finally found you. ”

Cao Bin also came to Sang Xiaoman out of breath at this time.

"You're really slow. Sang Xiaoman looked at Cao Bin more and more unpleasantly, she looked at the sky and then said to Li Yunsheng with a smile:

"Little junior brother, let's go back to Qiushui, shall we?"

"Miss, didn't you promise Zhai Lao to go back to Sang's house?"

Cao Binyou frowned.

"I don't ......"

Sang Xiaoman took Li Yunsheng's hand, but before he finished speaking, a cold air enveloped them again.

She was stunned to find that just behind Cao Bin, a ghost who was almost integrated with the night drew out the rusty sword in his hand, and then pierced Cao Bin's body with a sword.

Cao Bin turned his head in horror, and before he could see the ghost, the hand that had been rotting so much that he could see the white bones stretched out of the black cloak, grabbed Cao Bin's head, and twisted Cao Bin's head off.