Chang Xi walked in the dense forest in the northwest direction for a full day, and his ears gradually ceased to be quiet, replaced by the whispers of the Terran monks in the four places and the sound of the wind breaking through the air in the heights.

Chang Xi, who had perfectly restrained his breath, stopped on a hundred-zhang giant tree, carefully observing the surrounding terrain.

"Are you sure you're going to join the War Department?"

The second personality who was frowning cross-legged in the sea of blood still asked a little unwillingly.

Chang Xi couldn't help but be a little happy, "You have been tossing and turning along the way, just like this, I'm annoyed if you don't bother me, as for muttering until now?"

"Cut, don't listen to it if you don't accept it. The second personality snorted and said, "A conformist like you is certainly like a fish in water when you enter that kind of war army with many rules." But what about me? I can't stand so many rules, and if I can't kill a guy who doesn't have long eyes, I won't do it!"

Chang Xi just listened to the joy, so he didn't plan to let this guy who looked like a crazy demon when he started killing everything as he wanted. If he really does what this guy wants, I'm afraid it won't be long before he has to play another game of death.

According to the idea of the second personality, this time I came to visit this ancient tomb, just to kill him so that he could rob him of a lot of money. Although Chang Xi would not do such a thing that violated heavenly principles, their general starting point was still the same, all to improve their current miserable situation of poverty.

A dignified Yuan Infant Mirror Monk is so shabby that he doesn't even have a storage bag of the lowest grade, and no one will believe it when he says it, but this is the true portrayal of Chang Xi now.

Suddenly, Chang Xi, who scanned the surroundings with a strong divine thought, seemed to have found something noteworthy, and turned his head to look. The second personality sitting in the sea of blood also looked bored, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Are those guys?"

Chang Xi nodded.

The second personality stood up from the sea of blood, and the golden sea of blood that could not be seen under his feet also rose with him, he tilted his neck, and at the same time sensed Chang Xi's inner thoughts, and sneered: "Since your plan has been decided, then it is up to me to take action, I haven't seen blood for a few days, so I'm in a panic." ”

Chang Xi smiled silently, the faint golden color in his eyes disappeared, and the silver cross rose.

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"I don't know if I need to remind a few people, do you know what the crime of intercepting the War Department without authorization is?"

In the dense forest, a few capable soldiers in light armor confronted dozens of rough-dressed grass robbers with fleshy faces on the opposite side. Among the soldiers, a man with a slightly complicated armor style reprimanded him coldly, but in fact, he also had a great headache.

Those who can live in the Yellow Springs Realm are all people who have had very light sins or have no sins in their lifetimes. But as time went by, some people gradually began to have bad thoughts and fell into the grass. These grass robbers are strong and weak, and at the beginning they only plunder and do not kill, and in the end, it is inevitable that someone will break the killing ring.

The primary responsibility of the war departments in each district is to cooperate with the Yama Temple to eliminate the extremely vicious and powerful evil spirits and ghost tides, and secondly, these grass robbers who are dyed with karma. But how can the war department just deal with the powerful evil ghosts and ghost tides, they are already lacking in skills, and it is difficult to squeeze out extra troops to suppress and capture these grass cowards who are not in the eyes of the high-level, which breeds a place of filth and filth.

The leader of the Jindan Realm cultivation in the grass cole carried the Yanling knife with a lot of openings on the handle, his face trembled, and he said with bad intentions: "The Zhichong Department is famous, and none of the brothers in our land don't know who doesn't know?" It's just that this is also our territory, even if the Zhichong Department is going to pass, we have to give our brothers a few hard-earned money to guard the door, right? We are all people who have already died once, and we can't still be hungry after death, right? Brother Lin, tell me, is this reasonable?"

Hearing that this crooked straw leader made disrespectful remarks to the captain, one of the soldiers was a young soldier wearing black armor but with a fair face, and said coldly: "You are so bold! If we don't come to clean you up, you dare to stand in front of us with a swagger and block the way, aren't you afraid that we will go back to the head of the Ming Dynasty and send troops to wipe you out!"

The grass leader, whose face was more hideous than the ugly knife on his shoulder, laughed with a mouth full of yellow teeth, and sneered: "Little doll, remember to make a draft before going out to brag next time." A few months ago, your Folding Rush Department fought a head-to-head battle with the ghost tide that came over from the other side of the Colorful Lake, and suffered heavy losses, and even the number of your Folding Rush Department was almost revoked. Are you sending troops to wipe out us?

The leader of the grass cole put his knife horizontally and said with a cruel smile: "Do you believe it or not, as long as you dare to come, this time it was in exchange for Lao Tzu to encircle and suppress you? Lao Tzu didn't bother to talk nonsense with you, and took off all the armor and weapons on your bodies. ”

The leader of the grass coke glanced at the young soldier who had just been filled with righteous indignation, and turned back to a big bear-backed man behind him and said abusively: "Old Xiongzi, don't you like male style? ”

The bear-backed man with a quirky fetish looked at the young soldier, sneered, and his mouth was full of fishy meat, "I fancy the waste who can't win a war, and he can't even serve Lao Tzu's crotch big bird, right?"

The grass coars, who surrounded several soldiers of the Zhichong Division, laughed without scruples, and wantonly humiliated these young soldiers who had fought bravely on the front line of the battlefield.

The young captain's real name was Lin Changfeng's eyes were cold, and he slowly drew his knife out of the sheath, and his voice was like nine shadows: "You can humiliate us." But you should never have humiliated my dead brethren. ”

Several brothers behind Lin Changfeng also drew their knives without hesitation, they were outnumbered, knowing that there were many bad luck, but they still dared to draw their knives!

"Hmph, stubborn, since you are bent on death, Uncle Ben will fulfill you!" The leader of the grass cowards showed a fierce light, he had no intention of letting these people walk through here alive, roared angrily, and immediately led dozens of grass cowards to rush up.

At this moment, a change occurred.

In the dense forest, there was a slender black shadow that could not be seen in a flash, and a puff of brilliant blood flowers was wiped on the necks of all the grass cobs, and the wild goose feather knives that were full of gaps were divided into two like tofu under the slender black shadows, and the grass coke leader didn't even know what was going on, he felt that the head no longer belonged to him, his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he fell to his knees and never got up again.

A Jindan Realm and dozens of Foundation Building Realm grass cobs died on the spot in the blink of an eye!

The slender black shadow pulled the debut remnant into the dense forest, and after a while, a young man with a sword in his hand walked out.

Even Lin Changfeng, who was accustomed to seeing life and death fights, was also shocked by the black shadow at this time, and when he saw the pitch-black sword in the hand of the young sword cultivator, he immediately knew who he was saved by He clenched his fists with both hands and handed them to the tip of his nose, and said in an awe-inspiring tone: "Thank you for saving our name, we belong to the Folding Chong Department, I don't know the name of the master..."

Lin Changfeng didn't finish his words, but he was cut off by himself, because he saw that the master of the imperial sword who had killed dozens of grass cowards in an instant with a snap of his fingers was pouting his ass and picking up the storage bags in the pool of blood one by one.

Lin Changfeng was a little messy in the wind.