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"Who?"

"Who is so presumptuous!"

"Who is so bold as to dare to break into the Hou Mansion?"

Such a loud noise at the gate naturally travels farther in the silence of the night. (If you like this book, please collect it biquge.info) In an instant, the Hou Mansion became noisy, and many footsteps sounded one after another, rushing towards the gate.

"Kill!"

Seeing the many guards of the Hou Mansion who rushed over, the monk surnamed Song spit out a word coldly.

The four people behind him agreed in unison, and Chen Yang was also mixed in, just using his divine sense, relying on the magic technique to control the magic weapon to fly around, looking like that, it was actually not powerful.

In fact, there is no need for Chen Yang to make a move, the other three are much more active than him, and the strength of the Qi cultivation period cultivator is at the bottom of the immortal cultivation world, but in the face of mortals, he can turn into a killing machine!

In the blink of an eye, behind the gate of the mansion, many corpses fell on the open space in front of the court, and blood flowed freely on the ground.

What a tragic word!

The rest of the guards suddenly lost their courage and dispersed.

The monk surnamed Song did not chase after them, and walked straight towards the center of the Feng Mansion.

Chen Yang looked at the qi qi in front of him, and was secretly frightened, Old Marquis Feng is really a person who has been in the top position for a long time! As soon as he let Fuzhong go as usual, he was willing to take so many people's lives to act. At the same time, he was a little helpless, the monk surnamed Song didn't ask about the indiscriminate, and he came up to kill, obviously with the intention of killing people and destroying his mouth, and today's things are definitely difficult to be good.

Along the avenue in the mansion, the monk surnamed Song and a few people quickly came to the central area of the mansion, where the lights were bright, but the doors and windows were tightly closed.

Located in the middle of a huge three-storey pavilion, a group of people came out.

At the head was the old Marquis Feng, and behind him stood the Wu brothers.

Old Marquis Feng turned a blind eye to the tragic scene around him, stepped forward with a calm face and bowed, and said, "I don't know how many immortal masters are here, what is the matter?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over the monk who was rescued by the people in your mansion a few days ago!" The monk surnamed Song looked at everyone, did not find the person he was looking for, and said impatiently.

Old Marquis Feng waved his hand helplessly, and whispered a few words to an attendant next to him, and the attendant was frightened and ran into the building.

After a while, two maids helped one of them out of the building tremblingly.

Chen Yang looked fixedly, this person was around twenty-seven or eighteen years old, cultivating in the late stage of Qi cultivation, his face was extremely pale, and he looked like he had not recovered from a serious illness.

Chen Yang had heard from the Wu brothers that the monk rescued by the little Hou Ye of the Hou Mansion was extremely injured and never woke up, otherwise, if he knew that he was being hunted down and killed by the monks of the foundation building period, how could he still stay in the mansion?

When the monk surnamed Song saw the sick young man, his face showed joy, as long as he killed the other party, grabbed the things, and returned to the sect to dedicate to the master, the master would be very happy, and he would pay more attention to himself, and maybe he would be rewarded with a few treasures.

The sick young man came to the courtyard, pushed away the two maids who were supporting him, and hobbled to the old Marquis Feng, bowed to the end, and said sincerely: "Jiang has caused trouble to the Hou Mansion, I'm very sorry." If he can be spared today, Jiang will repay the grace of saving his life. Otherwise, the grace of the Hou Mansion, Jiang will only be rewarded in the next life!"

Old Marquis Feng smiled bitterly. Didn't speak. At this point, what else is there to say. He only hoped now that after the other party got the person they were looking for, he wouldn't kill anyone, or Immortal Master Chen would immediately rush here to deter the other party.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Brother Song showed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Heh, it's really touching. However, it doesn't take so long to report in the afterlife. Anyway, you will all die together in a while, and when you get to the underworld, you can repay the favor. ”

"Slow!" the sick young man shouted, then took out a token-shaped thing from his storage bag, held it above his head, and said in a firm tone, "This is what this senior is looking for." If the seniors promise to let go of the juniors and the people in the Hou Mansion, the juniors will give this token with both hands. Otherwise, the juniors will ruin this token, and the seniors will not want to get it!"

The sick young man spoke firmly, but his heart was full of apprehension. It had been a short time since he had obtained this token, but he found that this token was very magical, whether it was fire or water, or the addition of sharp weapons, it could not bring a little damage to it. He was just gambling at this time, and the bet was that although the monk surnamed Song knew the token in his hand, he didn't know this feature of the token.

The monk surnamed Song was stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly became gloomy, and he said angrily: "Junior, you dare to threaten this seat?"

The sick young man said calmly: "Don't dare, just take what you need." The juniors and the people in the Hou Mansion can save their lives, and the seniors can also get this token, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

The monk's face became cloudy, and he was thinking about it repeatedly. He didn't know much about this token, but he only heard the master mention it by chance. Although he didn't believe that the heavy treasure in the master's mouth would be damaged lightly, he didn't dare to take this risk. Otherwise, even if you slaughter all the people present, you will not be able to understand the hatred in your heart!

However, just letting the other party go, the monk surnamed Song was also very unwilling. The dignified foundation building period monk was actually threatened by a Qi cultivation period monk, as long as he thought about it, he was very aggrieved, if the matter was known by other foundation building period monks, he would not be able to raise his head.

After all, the ** who got the token overwhelmed the scruples of face, and the monk surnamed Song said: "Okay, I agreed." As long as you hand this token into the hands of this seat, I will spare your life. ”

The sick young man was overjoyed, but he still said cautiously: "Please also ask the seniors to swear by the demons in their hearts!"

There is no evidence, he will not believe the other party so lightly. It's much safer to swear with the demons in the heart, as long as the other party still has the hope of impacting the Jindan period, he will never violate the oath of the demons.

The monk surnamed Song was furious, and a vicious thought suddenly rose in his heart, and he decided to peel off the skin and bones of this person, and chop the bones and scatter ashes. Immediately, the divine consciousness transmitted, and said a few words to his junior brother, and after seeing that the junior brother secretly replied with a clear look, his face remained silent, and he really swore with the demon in his heart that as long as the sick young man handed him the token with his own hands, he would let go of the other party and the people in the waiting house.

Chen Yang watched coldly, although he felt a little inappropriate in his heart, but he couldn't tell where it was. can only continue to wait and see how things develop, if the monk surnamed Song really keeps his promise, it will be the best. Although the token was supposed to be a treasure, he didn't know what it was used for, so it was useless to get it, and he couldn't make enemies of the two foundation building monks.

The sick young man's serious injury has not yet healed, and he has been holding on for so long at this moment, and his spirit is already a little weak, seeing that the other party really swears by the demon in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, and threw the token at the monk surnamed Song.

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