Inside and outside the Chongyang Palace, there are all plain white silk, Wang Chongyang faked his death, it was a fake play, even his junior brother and seven apprentices thought that Wang Chongyang was really dead, so they were all extremely sad, and the atmosphere in the Chongyang Palace was bleak.

Just as Yue Wudi wanted to see how Wang Chongyang explained to his apprentice, Wang Chongyang walked in as usual, and Yue Wudi hurriedly followed.

The next moment, Yue Wudi felt that it was dark in front of him, and the candles in Chongyang Palace were all extinguished in an instant.

As soon as Yue Wudi's mind turned, he knew that it was Wang Chongyang who did it, and at that moment he was not in a hurry, and jumped to the top of the beam silently.

At the same time, an exclamation and shouting came into his ears, Yue Wudi looked at it in the dark, and saw that the seven sons of Quanzhen were all like facing a great enemy, and Zhou Botong was even more wow-wow: "Ghost, senior brother is back!

Then there was a young Taoist priest's urgent cry: "Uncle Zhou, don't run! Master won't harm you!"

But at this time, Zhou Botong was willing to listen, and he was so frightened that he ran straight out.

In the chaos, someone finally lit the candle again, but around, there was no stranger figure, and the seven sons of Quan Zhen looked at each other, with doubts in their eyes.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" A young Taoist priest's voice sounded, Yue Wudi could hear it clearly, this person was the person who had dissuaded Zhou Botong just now, with long eyebrows and sideburns, and a natural chivalrous spirit.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist priest said worriedly: "There was no wind blowing in just now, for no reason, the candle flame was all extinguished, there is only one possibility." That's an enemy attack!"

"But where is the enemy?" asked a Dao girl.

"That's where I'm worried, the enemy comes and goes without a trace. Even Uncle Zhou didn't find out that his martial arts were really terrifying and terrifying, and we must be careful. The middle-aged Taoist priest's tone was solemn and authentic.

"Yes, senior brother!"

In the next time, although the seven sons of Quanzhen were still guarding the spirit, they were kneeling and sitting. But they form the shape of the Big Dipper with each other.

"Tiangang Beidou Array!" Yue Wudi's eyes lit up, he had been famous for this set of formations for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside Chongyang Palace. Calm and light, and both, it is something that only those who are extremely good in martial arts can have, and the seven sons of Quanzhen are like a great enemy in an instant. They were all nervously on guard.

But it was beyond everyone's expectations. When the sound of footsteps came to the gate of the palace, it was immediately heard, and a very low voice sounded outside the door: "Xiaoma, Xiaoqiu, has my senior brother returned?"

Yue Wudi is a little funny, this Zhou Botong is really a child-like mind.

The seven sons of Quanzhen also died with a helpless expression, and Ma Yu said, "Uncle Zhou." It was the enemy just now, not the master who came back. Besides. Even if Master comes back, what are you afraid of? Will Master harm you?"

Zhou Botong saw that the lights in the Chongyang Palace were bright at this time, and he was no longer so afraid, and he felt that it made sense when he heard the words, so he walked in and shouted: "Where is the enemy? Come out! Quickly fight with my old urchin!"

The surroundings were quiet, where did anyone respond to him, Zhou Botong suddenly felt bored, so he also knelt down, burned paper money for Wang Chongyang, thinking of his senior brother's love for him, he immediately cried again: "Senior brother, why are you dead?

Yue Wudi hid on top of the girder, holding his breath, motionless, intently watching the movement below.

Wang Chongyang has been pretending to be dead for several days, and he doesn't know if Ouyang Feng will come tonight.

However, Yue Wudi's patience is still quite good, he hides himself and waits patiently, even if Ouyang Feng doesn't come tonight, tomorrow night, the night after tomorrow, he will always come.

The Chongyang Palace returned to silence, only the crackling sound of the fire candle and the cry of Zhou Botong appeared and disappeared, and rose and fell.

Suddenly, there was a shouting sound outside Chongyang Palace, and someone shouted in the chaos: "Wang Chongyang seems to be really dead, the Nine Yin True Scripture is in Chongyang Palace, everyone go and grab it!"

This is a person with bad intentions, inciting others to go to death.

Who doesn't know that the seven sons of Quanzhen are strong in martial arts, even if Wang Chongyang is dead, the seven sons of Quanzhen are not easy to mess with.

But since he has arrived here, there is naturally no reason to hold back, and naturally there are people who are not afraid of death or who are confident in their martial arts, and they are not convinced by the seven sons of Quanzhen, and they take the lead in rushing towards Chongyang Palace.

"I'm here to rob the Nine Yin True Scripture, damn it, the master has just died, these people are here to make trouble, I can't spare them!" Captain Qiu raised his eyebrows, said angrily, and said that he was about to go out to meet the enemy.

"I'll go too!" Wang Chuyi also stood up, his face also full of anger.

"These people, are they really easy to deceive when I am in the Quanzhen Sect? The master has just died, and he has come to the door! If I don't teach them a lesson this time, how will I still have a foothold in the Quanzhen Sect in the future?" Sun Buji's face was gloomy.

"Listen to the momentum, but I am afraid that there will be many people, so let's go out together with the seven of us to meet the enemy. Master's coffin, just bother Uncle Zhou, you are guarding it, how about it?" Ma Yu calmed down, first instructed a few junior brothers and sisters, and then said to Zhou Bo.

As soon as Zhou Botong heard that they were going out to fight, he hung himself here, where was he still willing, so he shouted that he was going to fight too.

Ma Yu said: "Uncle Zhou's martial arts are the highest, so we gave you the task of guarding Master's coffin and the Nine Yin True Scripture. ”

Zhou Botong scratched his head, thinking of the importance of his senior brother's coffin, and these teachers and nephews all felt that their martial arts were the highest, so they let themselves do this, which was not unreasonable.

After thinking about it, Zhou Botong agreed, knelt down in front of Wang Chongyang's spirit again, and burned the paper money.

And the seven sons of Quanzhen went out together to meet the enemy.

The number of enemies exceeded the expectations of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and the seven sons had to split up to meet the enemy.

I thought that these ordinary people should be able to get rid of it easily. But the facts surprised the seven sons of Quanzhen, among these people, there are many masters!

The seven sons of Quanzhen are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and the situation of fighting for each other is even for a while, and it is impossible to defeat these people.

Just when the seven sons of Quanzhen were fighting with many people in the rivers and lakes, a white-robed figure suddenly rushed into the Chongyang Palace.

"Thousands of miles in an instant!" Yue Wudi could see clearly above the beam, this kind of light skill was Ouyang Feng's unique method.

A tall man in a white robe stood still in the Chongyang Palace, with deep eyes and a high nose, it was Ouyang Feng, he looked at it, and saw that there was no Nine Yin True Scripture around, and with a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Wang Chongyang's coffin.

Ouyang Feng smiled coldly, and was about to step forward to smash Wang Chongyang's coffin and look for the Nine Yin True Scripture.

Zhou Botong suddenly rushed to Ouyang Feng's side, stopped him, and said loudly: "Hey, old poison, you are still so blind! You don't even look at my old naughty boy?" (To be continued......)