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Another masked man lifted Zhao Zhengyi over and threw him aside at Shou'er's side, still holding his neck with a knife. When Ruan Wushan and the others saw that the person who climbed up barehead was Zhao Zheng, they were full of grief in their hearts, and Zhao Zheng was clearly here to die.

It turned out that after Zhao Zheng fell down the slurry, he only felt that his whole body was hot, and his body was scorching, and when he got up, he felt that the bang on his head seemed to be bubbling, and when he touched it with his hand, all the hair on his head was burned to the ground, but fortunately he did not hurt his flesh and skin.

He didn't have time to think about why he couldn't burn to death, but suddenly thought that his hair was all burned, whether the stone was also burned to death, he called out the name of the stone and scratched his head hard, but there was no reaction at all, was the stone of the fire really burned to death?

He had a kind of despair from the bottom of his heart, as if his world had suddenly collapsed, he still wanted to summon the stone to save Fushou Mountain, and now the only powerful force he could rely on was gone, and he suddenly felt that his confidence was all gone, and when he heard the sound of talking, he took a lot of effort to climb up, and the first thing that caught his eye was that the master and brothers were all subdued to the ground by a group of masked men, and a masked man was swinging a knife to cut off Zhang Ren's neck, he shouted no, a masked man scolded and stretched out his foot to stomp his head on the ground, Zhao was in this physical and mental despair, where did he have the heart to resistHe lay his head on the ground and wept mournfully. The masked man, seeing that he was so unhelpful, stepped on his foot and stretched it out.

At this time, he only heard a click, blood splashed, Zhang Ren still did not escape the fate of being in a different place, and was hacked to death by the masked man on the spot.

Zhao Zheng felt a pain in his heart, tears filled his entire cheeks, because of the fever that made him completely desperate and disheartened, completely forgetting that he was a body of human medicine and medicine.

When Shou'er saw this scene, she burst into tears.

Song Zhi Li Yi's face turned pale with fright, and his whole body trembled.

Song Zhi cried and said with a sad face: "Master, they are going to cultivate the True Treasure Record." ”

Ruan Wushan saw Zhang Ren's tragic death, and his heart was sad, knowing that the other party was indeed here for the cultivation of the true treasure record, but if he handed over the cultivation of the true treasure record, the masked man's goal was achieved, and he would be even more ruthless, if he didn't hand it over, maybe the masked man would still be afraid and would not kill again.

He hesitated a little in his heart, as if he had made a great determination, and raised his head proudly and said: "You killed innocents indiscriminately, but you disappointed you, that Xiuzhen Baolu is not in my Fushou Mountain." ”

"Really?"

The tall masked man smiled coldly, nodded again, and a masked man raised a knife and was about to cut at the top of Song Zhi's head, Song Zhi was so frightened that his tongue froze, and he couldn't say a word, Li Yi on the side was so frightened that he cried, and his voice trembled and shouted: "Master, hand it over quickly, you ......" He finished speaking, because the voice of fear could not be continued.

Ruan Wu was still stubborn and didn't want to show the last hole card, he was silent for a moment, only to hear Song Zhi scream, he had been slaughtered.

Li Yi was already terrified to the extreme, he was next to Song Zhi, knowing that the next one was himself, he tried to stand up fiercely, but his back was pressed by the masked man, his face was full of sweat and he couldn't stand up, and shouted to Ruan Wushan with a crying voice: "Master, please hand it over quickly, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." ”

Ruan Wushan's heart was extremely painful, his lips were already chapped, and he didn't dare to look at Li Yi, and his heart couldn't be still for a moment like a turbulent wave.

He still has the last hope in his heart, if he hands it over at this moment, we will all be killed by the masked man, I keep the last bargaining chip, the masked man will at least not be killed.

The tall masked man sneered twice, and said to Ruan Wushan: "Are you handing it over?" Saying that, he touched Li Yi's head, Li Yi couldn't help but tremble, staring at Ruan Wushan with his eyes, the muscles on his face twisted into a terrifying look, but he saw Ruan Wushan pin his head to one side and clenched his teeth tightly, as if he had given up on Li Yi.

Li Yi cried and shouted, "Master, why are you so ruthless?"

The tall masked man gestured, only to hear Li Yi's cry stop abruptly, and a warm blood sprayed onto Ruan Wushan's face, Ruan Wushan's heart seemed to stop beating, his chest rose and fell, he gasped, his eyes stared at the ground, and he didn't dare to raise it.

Zhao Zheng watched the senior brothers die tragically, his face was pale at the moment, he looked like his soul was not possessed, his whole body was trembling, and his mouth was full of muttering about the variety of stones, although he knew that his hair was burned and the stones were no longer there, but he still hoped that a miracle would happen, and the stones would suddenly appear.

The tall masked man stretched out his palm, patted it gently, and said, "It is worthy of being the lord of Fushou Mountain, and he is still calm and relaxed in such a situation, which is so admirable." ”

There was a clear sarcasm in his tone.

Seeing that Ruan Wushan was still indifferent, the masked man seemed to be impatient, and suddenly said sharply: "Will you hand it over or not?"

Stretching out his hand to signal, a masked man put the knife on the top of Zhao Zheng's neck, making a gesture to cut it off, Ruan Wushan looked up, and saw that Zhao Zheng's face was like dementia, muttering something in his mouth, his heart was ruthless, and he lowered his head again.

The tall masked man let out a sneer of disdain in his mouth and signaled to attack Zhao Zheng.

The masked man with the knife got the order, and he raised the knife to cut, but at this time, Zhao Zheng's head and neck were weak, his body was lying forward, and he collapsed to the ground, I don't know whether he fainted or died.

The masked man stopped slashing and laughed, he couldn't imagine that this man was so stupid.

But he didn't know that Zhao was in this situation where his senior brothers died tragically, his hair was burned, the stones were not there, and he was helpless, his heart was filled with confusion, and his heart was so confused that he couldn't control his mind, and suddenly lost his self-control, and he passed out.

The masked man had no choice but to aim at Shou'er, who was being held in the hands of another masked man, Shou'er cried and screamed and struggled, the masked man's arms were like steel, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move, and a shiny steel knife was aimed at Shou'er, circling around his head, ready to split at any moment.

The tall masked man stared at Ruan Wushan, but this time he didn't say a word.

Ruan Wushan was sad in his heart, looking at Shou'er who was shrinking with tears, his heart was like a knife, he knew that the steel knife could give away Shou'er's life at any time, his son was coerced, his insistence could not be held on anymore, his peace could not be calm anymore, he really couldn't bear this torment, he gritted his teeth, took out a booklet from his arms, threw it to the ground, and said: "This is the treasure record of cultivation, you can go." ”