The civilians who listened to the lecture finally came to their senses, Mr. Dong Li was still a well-educated Confucian, he was simply a madman who specialized in slaughtering monks! Seeing that the monks of both sides were about to fight again, even if these civilians were not afraid of heaven and earth, they were now frightened and fled in all directions, and the entire Iron Shoe Street became a mess in a blink of an eye.

And when the civilians scattered and fled, it was inevitable that there would be people who were panicked and rushed into the magic circle laid by the monks, if it was placed in normal times, it would definitely be a sword light and the head would have landed, but today these cultivators who broke off the mortal feelings were careful to avoid the mortals who ran around!

Liang Xin also took two girls and a monkey and ran back to his daily gluttony, looking out through the crack in the door.

He was not afraid of being implicated, and for whatever purpose, if Mr. Dong Li dared to start the course with the title of 'Immortals are a disaster to the world', he was sure that he would not harm the civilians attending the class. However, after the common people had run over, only the three of them and a monkey were left standing between the two groups of monks, which was a little too embarrassing.

Qingmo's face was a little pale, and he asked Liang Xin in a low voice: "Is this Dongli a little too ...... He's a madman!"

Liang Xin's heart also has some bad feelings, Mr. Dongli's previous class, he was enthusiastic, almost like all ordinary people, he unknowingly hated those monks who caused trouble to the world, but then Dongli acted viciously, his behavior of monks can only be described as 'indiscriminate killing of innocents', which is inevitably a little too domineering.

Liang Xin replied with some hesitation: "Maybe...... Dong Li is just using the way of others to return his body, right?" Then he shook his head again: "He killed monks, not just for the sake of mortals, but more like ...... Avenge yourself. ”

After a while, the originally crowded Iron Shoes Street became empty, and only hundreds of monks remained, confronting more than 20 students from Mr. Dongli's party.

Mr. Dongli nodded with satisfaction: "Since you have come to listen to the lecture, the old man naturally can't let everyone down, and I have to bother everyone to be more patient and interrupt me as little as possible." Then, he let go of his voice and said slowly: "Hailing Huang Bolang, who has been raising swords for thirty-three years, was attacked and killed on the day of his great success, and the spirit sword was missing. ”

"The four Taishang Dharma protectors of Qianqiu Dao collected 10,000 'Shahong grapes' and brewed a pot of thick soil Qiong, and the four Dharma protectors died tragically that night, and the immortal wine was lost. ”

"The seven painters of Ink City went to the prison mountain to draw in order to comprehend the trend of the mountain, and their whereabouts are still unknown. ”

"The head of the Great Dao Hall has been in retreat for ten years, and he has realized his supernatural powers, and he died inexplicably within the enchantment. ”

......

Liang Xin was confused when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask the two girls beside him: "What did he say?"

Qingmo's face was full of seriousness, and he replied in a low voice: "Unsolved cases, every one of them has been a sensation, and it is a headless case on the path of cultivation in the past three hundred years. ”

Liang Xin sighed, and guessed the intention of Dong Liang in a trance, and sure enough, after the old man said a few unsolved cases, he suddenly sped up his speech: "Hailing Huang Bolang, died at the hands of the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, his spirit sword is now regarded by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as the center of the mountain protection array, if you don't believe it, take Huang Bolang's bones to the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the spirit sword will react by itself." ”

"The thick soil of Qianqiu Dao can greatly improve cultivation, but those who have drunk this wine will leave three yellow marks on the soles of their feet. ”

"The painter of the ink mountain city, the practice has its own uniqueness, although he was attacked, but before his death, he also left a few ink stains on the murderer that can never be erased, and it happened that on the chest of the head of the East China Sea, there was such a pool of black ink marks, as for why did his old man kill the seven painters...... This is to ask the masters of Donghai Qian, what shady things have been done in the prison mountain. ”

......

The more he goes down, the bigger the case becomes, and some of them not only involve the Damen Sect in the 'Ninety-Nine to One,' but even involve a glimmer of heaven and the 'Five Great Masters and Three Coarse'! What is particularly frightening is that Mr. Dong Li not only pointed out the murderer, but also laid out irrefutable evidence, and as long as the murdered sect asked for a little verification, the truth could be revealed.

Even Qingmo let out a long sigh of distraction: "This time it's a big deal!" Anyone can figure out what the consequences would be if the truth of these cases was really as Mr. Dong Li said.

Liang Xin wiped the cold sweat in his palms on his pants, and as these truths were revealed one by one, countless grudges that could not be resolved between the various sects were added out of thin air.

These grudges were all involved from the five big and three coarse, the first line of heaven to the ninety-nine to one, and then to the small sects below. Mr. Dongli didn't care about the sect or cultivation, and led a large number of monks to Tongchuan in order to use their tongues to spread the things he said today to the path of cultivation.

In the final analysis, the old man's game is nothing unusual, but it firmly occupies four words: can't stop!

All the monks present understood that he was going to let the cultivators kill each other, but who could be indifferent to his words?

The bitter master must take revenge, and in order to save his life, the murderer may strike first.

This time it was a real tirade, forty-five unsolved cases on the path of cultivation, and he found out the murderer, and those monks who confronted him had already become dumbfounded, and every unsolved case that Mr. Dong Li said had caused an uproar, and I don't know how many monks had carefully investigated but finally failed. Even if Mr. Higashiri had his hands and eyes in the sky, it would be impossible for him to thoroughly investigate the truth of these cases by himself.

After Mr. Dongli finished talking about all the cases, and after thinking about it again to make sure that there was nothing missing, he coughed lightly: "If you listen well and remember these things, the old man will have to ask," the old monster laughed: "I said that cultivating the truth is going to be a disaster, is it appropriate?"

This is simply nonsense, the cultivation of the truth has basically been peaceful for more than 400 years, and the wind of cultivating the truth in Middle Earth is very strong, even if it is a small sect, there are 1,800 people. And between the sects, there are also relatives and dislikes, forty-five murders, once a vendetta is set off, it will soon become a duel of many forces, at that time, if the eight major sects do not make a move, the princes of the cultivation realm will come in turmoil.

But the Eight Heavenly Gates themselves were also involved in these cases......

Langya pursed her lips at Liang Xin and made a surprised expression, but there was a smile between her eyebrows: "This old man is really ruthless." ”

However, Mr. Dongli seemed to feel that the things he said were not weighty enough, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, you are also in danger now, and great disaster is coming, and it may not be easy to see the sun tomorrow alive." ”

Qu Qingmo hid behind the door, listened to it and took a cool breath, turned his head to glare at Liang Xin and said, "The old man wants to kill these monks?"

Liang Xin shook his head and scolded with a smile: "Nonsense! If Mr. Dongli kills all these monks, it will be really crazy." He brought the monks to the lecture in order to spread the truth of these unsolved cases and let the cultivators kill each other. ”

At this time, Mr. Dongli whispered a few words to Hanzi Eleven, Hanzi nodded, and suddenly jumped off the high platform, as fast as a gust of wind, and crashed headlong into the left neighbor of the 'day gluttony', not the coffin shop!

Zhuang Buzhou and Song Gongjin ran into the daily gluttony to drink porridge early in the morning, and now they are behind Liang Xin. At this moment, seeing the unblinking star jumping into his shop, Zhuang Buzhou also exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately, a woman's angry roar, mixed with the strange screams of the fool, rose from the coffin shop, and at the same time, the dazzling golden light penetrated through the door, window lattice, and brick gaps, as if a sun was slowly rising from the coffin shop, and there was a fierce fight like popping beans......