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Along the way, don't say that it's a piece of broken iron, and I haven't seen it.

It is naturally impossible for the people of the Tang Sect to get rid of the foundation of their own faction, so it can only be that someone clears all the obstacles along the way before them.

Who can have so much energy?

Jian Chen and the others looked at each other, and a name jumped out neatly in everyone's expressions.

Wolf Tooth Army!

"Let's go!"

Jian Chen greeted, waved the horsewhip in his hand, stepped off the horse and suffered pain, and neighed like an arrow.

Tangmen, something happened!

Jian Chenfeng was galloping, and there was anxiety in his eyes.

It's not that he cares about the safety of the Tang Sect, but that the Tang Sect is about his blood feud!

Now, Jian Chen can basically determine that the murderer who killed the Luo family back then was the Ghost Soldier Domain.

He can't know the reason for what happened back then, but he can't not know who the murderer is!

The evil hand chasing the soul, the Qingshou Ghost King, and the golden figure that kicked him in the front yard of the sword, according to Guo Chuanzong and others, is the world's god of wealth who is the first in the sky, and these people must not be able to get out of the relationship.

However, it was not enough, he couldn't let go of anyone who had the blood of the Ta Luo family on his hands back then!

Tang Ziyu has died in the old mansion of the Luo family, and before he died, nothing was revealed, so is there anyone in the Tang Sect who participated in the events of that year?

Or is it that the entire Tang Sect is involved in this?

These questions are the purpose of his coming to Tangmen, but right now, it seems that someone has taken the lead, so how can he not be in a hurry?

It was only a moment's effort, Guo Chuanzong and the three of them hadn't even come back yet, and Jian Chen had already rushed out more than ten zhang away.

Seeing that the distance was getting farther and farther, the three of them didn't dare to slack off, and even Ling Wei and Guo Chuanzong temporarily put aside their personal grievances, quickly stepped up, and hurriedly chased after them.

In a dozen breaths, the gate of Tangjiabao was already approaching.

A palpitating chill suddenly soaked Jian Chen's heart.

No one, no one.

Not only this way, but even when I came to the gate of Tangjiabao, I didn't see anyone.

The sunset at dusk shone obliquely into the slightly open gate of Tangjiabao, and the color reflected was not yellow, but ...... Red.

Red!

General Jian Chen turned over and dismounted, and a thick bloody aura rushed out of the gate of Tangjiabao, choking his breath.

"Phew!"

The three people who followed him stopped sharply behind him, shocked expressions already crawling all over their faces.

The construction style of Tangjia Fort is very similar to that of Bajian Villa, and from the gate, a thick shadow wall blocks all eyes from peeking into the castle.

But at this moment, there is no need to see what is going on inside the fort.

Because the original gray shadow wall has already explained to everyone what the situation of Tangjiabao is at this moment.

Yes, it was original, because at this moment, this shadow wall was as if it had been splashed with thick blood, and the whole body was already blood-red.

The pungent bloody aura continued to emanate from the blood-red shadow wall.

"Can't you?!"

Guan Ping's face was surprised.

He is just a little person who is crawling around in the rivers and lakes, far inferior to Guo Chuanzong's identity as the leader of the beggar gang, and even Ling Wei is also a disciple of a famous sect.

In his heart, such as the Tang Gate, a well-known faction in the rivers and lakes, has always been the existence of the high mountains.

But now, under his nose, this high mountain has signs of collapse.

"Go in and have a look. ”

Jian Chen glanced back at the three of them, the blood-draining sword had already been inserted back into his waist, and instead he held Qian Feng in his hand, and as soon as the words fell, the person had already stepped forward.

Guo Chuanzong and Ling Wei exchanged glances, and even followed in, Guan Ping was stunned, his huge body trembled, and hurriedly followed.

The four of them almost covered their noses and walked around the bloody shadow wall, thinking that they could breathe a sigh of relief by enduring it, but unexpectedly, the shadow wall was even more disgusting after entering the eyes!

Behind the shadow wall, there is a square of seventy or eighty zhang square, and a fountain of exquisite shape has been built in the center of the square.

The fountain is not big, it is surrounded by eight stone carved dragon heads of different shapes, and the position of the dragon's mouth is wide open, from which a stream of water arrows keeps spewing out.

The landing point of the eight water arrows is the center of the fountain, where there is also a circle of exactly eight water bottles carved in the same stone, impartial, each of the eight water arrows into a bottle, constantly pouring water into it, the strange thing is that after pouring it for a long time, it has not been filled, not even a drop from the mouth of the bottle overflowed, sprinkled elsewhere.

And in the middle of the eight water bottles, there is a hideous dragon head that is three or four times larger than the surrounding dragon heads, as if it is breaking out of the ground, and the dragon head is proud, pointing straight to the sky.

In the mouth of this huge dragon head, a column of water as thick as a bucket is gushing, and the jetting force is extremely strong, looking from afar, like a towering tree.

It turned out that the spring water spewed out by the eight little dragons poured into the bottle, but all of them were spewed out by the huge dragon heads.

The design of this fountain is exquisite, if it is placed in ordinary times, the four of Jian Chen will definitely be amazed, and the skill of the Tang Sect can be seen from this.

However, at this moment, no one was in the mood to study the mechanism of the fountain in detail, because the nine dragon's mouths, including the huge dragon head in the middle, were not water at all.

But...... Blood!

The towering giant tree formed by the water column is a blood tree!

Between the surging waves of blood, bursts of unbearable heavy bloody breath stimulated everyone's nerves.

"Gasp!"

Guo Chuanzong's resistance was a little worse, and the first one couldn't help but half-squat on the ground and retch.

His voice seemed to be giving orders, and when Ling Wei and Guan Ping heard it, they immediately scrambled to find a place and vomited.

Jian Chen didn't vomit, and his face was hard to see.

Such a fountain is not too big, but how many lives would it take to replace the spring with blood?

What was even more surprising was that except for this fountain, the rest of the square was clean and clean, not to mention blood stains, not even a single speck of blood foam.

Apart from that, there was still no one, living, dead, mutilated, nothing.

In the entire square, except for the gurgling sound of the fountain, only the vomiting sound of Guo Chuanzong and the three of them was about to vomit out the bitter bile water.

Such a surprising scene made Jian Chen feel a numb socket on the back of his neck, and countless tiny goosebumps rushed out.

Suddenly unwilling to stay here for a long time, looking around, he found that there was nothing different here, and immediately held his breath, and the body of the Qiankun that had not been performed for a long time was moved, and his body was like electricity, and he had rushed through the fountain in the blink of an eye.

Behind the fountain, there is a huge gatehouse, and the plaque in the middle of the gatehouse has a huge Tang character dragon flying phoenix dance, but it seems to be extremely dazzling at the moment.

Brush-!

Passing through the gatehouse, Jian Chen's figure stopped suddenly, and a wide wooden bridge stretched out from under his feet, and far away, the other end of the wooden bridge connected to the magnificent and majestic domed palace.