Mao Zhenhuang held the stunned Angler Horse directly to the back of the Guanlou Sect crowd, and when he appeased the somewhat manic Angler, he heard a muffled bang, and instantly received a violent impact behind him, almost not lifting him into the Bird's mouth.

Suddenly looking back, a red pillar of heaven and earth qi suddenly stood in the sky and plunged straight into the sky!

Looking at the flesh and blood splashed in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang was instantly dumbfounded.

In the hands of the black-robed man of the Huayang Heavenly Sect's Law Division, this Jindan monk was crushed to death in front of them like a bedbug.

There are more than 1,000 people in Wuyang and Wuyang here, and they are no better than Mao Zhenhuang, and the place that was a little noisy instantly became audible, and even the irritable Tsuko, who knew that he had been deceived, stopped like a good baby crouching on the ground.

Mao Zhenhuang, who had been slow down for a long time before coming back to his senses, sat down beside the squirrel, and exhaled a few mouthfuls of turbid breath in his chest, he knew that the matter was big, but he didn't know that the matter would be so serious.

Huayang Heavenly Sect actually sent a Sect Law Department to stand here, not to mention the death of a Tianqing Sect Jin Dan, it is estimated that this place is a Five Sect Jin Dan Elders will tremble.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the small group of people in the Guanlou Sect, accounting for most of the five sects, at least five or six hundred people were squatting in this place, and the leader of them was Wang Dongzhen, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, sitting cross-legged in front of everyone.

There was no Xiang Hanqu, and he didn't see the pink-clothed and charming Xiangjiao.

"Stop!"

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and said to the squirrel, who was spitting bubbles at him, and then stared at Wang Dongzhen's figure for a while, frowning.

He had a bold idea in his heart, this old did this!

This is speculation, but if it is really as he thinks, the Guanlou Sect will completely change the sky, and it will be able to wash the clouds above Yunsu Mountain into a blood-red sky.

The appearance of the Huayang Tianzong Sect Law Department often means a bloody storm.

In the third year of Xingfu, the Shangdao Sect of the small sect of Leping County of Daliang colluded with the Mingzhao Sect, and all 300 monks of the sect were killed overnight.

In the first year of Xingfu, Li Sihuai, the general of the Liangzhou soldiers and horses, was suspected of being a non-heavenly palace in the seven non-heavenly palaces of the Tongzong Spirit, and more than 800 people in the Li clan did not survive.

Thirteen years ago, Zhengxiao Sect produced a dark cultivator demon fetus, Zhengxiao Sect directly killed three Jindan elders and eighteen foundation building period monks who were related to it, and three hundred and twelve Heavenly Destiny period monks were innocently implicated, and the sect master of Tianqing Sect was replaced by the current Mrs. Zuo Zhaoling.

This is a big thing, and there are still a lot of small things, and these things are all done by the black-robed person who is waiting for the Huayang Heavenly Sect Sect Law Division.

The presence of this group of people often means not only the death, but also the death!

"Brother, this trip has a good harvest!"

Mao Zhenhuang was stunned, a soft voice came from his ears, he turned his head to look at the sound and shadow, a dark face, in tatters, the Guanlou Sect robe on his body had long been invisible, Mao Zhenhuang stared at this dirty face for a long time, and finally saw who this person was from the short horizontal knife on the other party's back.

Constant!

The destiny of the Northern Barbarian who had a relationship with him before stepping on the empty building.

"Hey~~~ Luck!"

Mao Zhenhuang replied to the other party embarrassedly, looking at the envious look on the other party's face pointing at the squirrel, he knew that the wealth was a little exposed, but there was no place to hide a big fish like the squidrel.

The other party snorted at Mao Zhenhuang and said with a mouthful of big white teeth: "Don't guard me, there are few people who carry knives here with bad harvests, and those who don't come back can't blame them for their bad lives, but they are too greedy!"

"Can you build a foundation when you go back?"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced sideways at him, this seemed to be an interesting person.

"You should ask how many adults will build the foundation of our group of people who carry knives in the Guanlou Sect!"

Guan Heng withered and tried his best to press his voice very low, here like a quail was pressed by the three killing gods of Huayang Tianzong for three days, and it was rare to meet someone who knew and could speak.

"Very high?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at this person's big white teeth and immediately became interested in his words.

"Of the ten people who came back with swords, three of them built a foundation!

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at him suspiciously and said, "Why didn't you build a foundation?"

"Destiny is garbage in this dead land, but garbage also has the benefits of garbage, doesn't it?"

"Can I say that Xiang Hanqu was killed by our group?"

After listening to the other party's words, Mao Zhenhuang smiled at him meaningfully.

The meaning of the other party's words is obvious, he is not the only one who will fart the sect master of Xiang Hanqu!

Which of these sword-wielding Guanlou Sect monks who were summoned from the frontier was not a human spirit, who had just jumped out of a quagmire and was thrown into another fire pit in an instant, carrying their heads to fight the sect war for the so-called ethereal reward?

He took it for granted a little!

In the eyes of their group, there is only the word "building the foundation", and nothing else.

The fart of the sect war, before the war, the slogan was shouted louder than anyone else, and when he entered such a big battlefield, he ran faster than anyone else.

Don't think about it, everyone will be like him Mao Zhenhuang, knocking on the black hand of the stick, and doing everything to deceive him, and there is only one purpose.

Build the foundation!

Use the endless resources of this place to make a way to build a foundation.

Guan Heng squinted his eyes and chuckled at him: "Three or four hundred to a thousand, what do you say?"

"Is Xiang Hanqu dead?"

After listening to the other party's words, Mao Zhenhuang finally knew why Xiang Suijiao was chased by He Shenguang like a lost dog, and the so-called Zongzhan was just their Xiangjia alone in the soap sect.

"After being seriously injured, I returned to the sect, but whether I die or not, isn't it all the same!"

Guan Heng looked at the three people of Huayang Tianzong in front of him, and Mao Zhenhuang snorted, and then there was a delicate smile.

The laughing Mao Zhenhuang is a little creepy!

"I don't think you're just trying to cheer me up. ”

Mao Zhenhuang closed his eyes and didn't want to look at the disgusting smiling face of the other party, there was no good thing that could survive from the Daliang battlefield with a knife on his back!

And the disgusted face of the other party seemed to remind him of the donkey face full of scars of the blind man Chen in the northwest of Daliang, which was the same disgusting, and the same made people want to go up and give an old fist.

"Hehe~~ Sure enough, the back knives are the same kind of people. ”

Guan Heng looked at Mao Zhen's expressionless face, where he didn't know the disgust in the other party's heart, but he didn't care, sometimes the more this kind of person, the easier it is to talk.

"Hating each other is a long-term guarantee for our group of people. ”

Mao Zhenhuang was depressed for a while, where did he think that he would fall into another intrigue as soon as he escaped death.

Guan Heng looked at the other party's impatience, and said to him bluntly: "Then I don't say dark words, there are 418 monks in our Guanlou Sect here, including 115 foundation builders, and there are 37 people who promise to build the foundation within a year of going back, and 46 people who promise to build the foundation within five years, I don't know how many people will not come back, but at least a hundred people can't run." ”

"Tell me directly how many side branches there are with the surname!"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the other party is cold hum, a shocking number!

If this group of people who rolled out of the battlefield all went to fight for the Guanlou Sect, the Soap Sect would be a fart, and he might not even be able to find the north of his sect master, He Jitong.

"One hundred and forty-three, of which thirty-eight are Zhuji, but there may be some who don't come back!"

Guan Heng put away his smile, raised his eyes and said seriously to Mao Zhenhuang.

"Guan Heng is not your real name?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked back and shouted viciously at the other party, this rancid smell full of conspiracy did not smell good, and he was in a very bad mood at this time.

"It's my real name!"

Mao Zhenhuang grabbed the placket of the other party's clothes, dragged him to his eyes, and shouted: "Since you don't have a surname, don't mix with this muddy water, you know how many fish will die in this pool." ”

"No way! Who hasn't had a few friends these years, but I just have a little more friends in the Hengxiang family, and at this time my friends are in trouble, do you say that I shouldn't help as a brother?"

"Hmph, the person who can come out of this mountain range with a knife, you talk to me about the so-called friendship? Tell me how much friendship you have in Guan Heng's mouth, Xuanyang Jingguang?"

"Priceless!"

"It's not friendship, it's love!"

Mao Zhenhuang threw the other party directly on the ground, and took out the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth with a slam in his chest.

The other party has decided to eat him!

There are a total of one hundred and fifteen foundation builders, thirty-eight people with surnames removed, and the remaining seventy-seven people who build foundations want to kill people of the same rank, and few people in the world can afford to live, unless he stays in Shaoyao Peak after Mao Zhenhuang does not go out.

But apparently that's not possible!

It's a bunch of crazy people who can do anything.

"Friendship or love, in short, isn't it good to watch the building die fewer innocent people?"

"Don't tell me about those sect righteousness, this thing has been fed to the dog since the day I carried the short horizontal knife, let me ask you, is that woman of yours a family descendant?"

After listening to Mao Zhenhuang's words, Guan Heng's eyes lit up and said, "Guarantee is a side line!"

"Did she know about it?"

"I don't know!"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at him and sneered: "She doesn't even know that you like her, right?"

"It doesn't seem to matter!"

"It's important! How can you be sure that this group is listening to you?"

Guan Heng said seriously to Mao Zhenhuang: "I can guarantee this, there are a total of four hundred and eighteen people, of which three hundred and sixty-four are from the Northern Barbarian battlefield. ”

"Your protection is not worth it in my piece of Xuanjing! You group of people have to come up with things that make Wang Dongzhen moved, and you have to come up with things that make me trust, and you have to make sure that you group of people can really threaten my Mao Zhenhuang's life and death, you, Guan Heng!

Even if there are one hundred and fifteen foundations, under the gaze of the black robe of the Huayang Heavenly Sect Law Division, you are only the life of one hundred and fifteen lonely souls and wild ghosts. ”

Mao Zhenhuang coldly looked at Guan Heng, who was silent on the ground, none of the people who dared to threaten him in this life were still alive.

"A stick of incense, give me the answer I want, otherwise you guys with knives will all have the same surname!"

Mao Zhenhuang snorted coldly, and didn't bother to worry about how the other party could touch his bottom so clearly, turned around and took the dragon whisker under the lips of the squidrel, changed a clean place, and began to sit cross-legged.