Chapter 186 Disaster to the East

Wu Pengwei got up, walked to the strange monk in the middle of the flame, squatted down, and said lightly, "You pick up a life. If you slow down, I will burn you to ashes."

When he spoke, his face was indifferent, as if he were gossiping. He couldn't see a trace of murder, but the strange monk's heart was cold. A bean-sized sweat came out of the tip of his nose and fell down. He had no doubt that he had just turned around in front of the ghost gate.

"Don't fool me."

The cold voice sounded in the strange monk's ear. He looked up and saw a pair of deep ocean-like eyes, cold and ruthless.

"No...no."

The strange monk's heart surged up with loneliness and coldness, and his words were a little unfavorable.

Wu Pengwei stood up, clapped his palm, and said lightly, "Say it, in detail, what kind of organization is 'Dark Chen', and what does it have to do with the divine world? There are a few masters, remember, don't lie to me.

The raging golden sea of fire suddenly became dark, and the boundless fire suddenly became much smaller.

The strange monk was in a cold sweat. Wu Pengwei could say that the divine world was related to the dark world. Obviously, he was not ignorant. At first, he still had half of his mind to hide half, but now, he can't wait to pour it out.

"Dark Chen is an organization set up by some bigwigs in the world of Shen Nian in the trial of the stars. Among them, there are three main spokespersons, namely, 'Lord of Dark Chen', 'Lord of Qing Chen' and 'Lord of Blood Chen'. Among them, 'Dark Chen' is respected. The three seem to be one, but they are often centrifuged and do not belong to the same. A force."

The strange monk's voice was hoarse and harsh, mixed with a faint cry, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"The 'Dark Chen' organization seems to be scattered, but in fact, it has a very rigorous structure. From the government and the opposition to the sect, whether it is the emperor's relatives or today's martial arts faction, almost all of them can see their shadows. 'Dark Chen' has the power to easily destroy a dynasty..."

The strange monk wants to say it again, but Wu Pengwei interrupted coldly: "Stop, don't talk to me about worldly things. I just want to know the connection between 'Dark Chen' and the 'God's Great World' and some specific details, such as what the Lord of 'Dark Chen' is good at, what the 'Lord of Qing Chen' is good at, and their strength is one. What kind of boundaries, how to communicate with the divine world, and where can I find them?

When a series of questions were asked, the strange monk was suddenly a little stunned, but soon, the golden flames around him rose and raged again, and he immediately reflected.

"I understand that you must have seen this 'Lord of Dark Chen'. What he is best at is killing. He is powerful and ferocious. He is also the direct leader of all the killers of 'Dark Chen'. As for the 'Lord of Blood Chen', this person is very good at keeping a low profile. He rarely gets angry. However, it is said that he has 'dark The Lord of Chen is also a taboo weapon. As for the last 'Lord of Qingchen', he is a personal demon, sometimes turning into an old man, and sometimes into a charming woman. Her personality is unpredictable and extremely unpredictable. Her biggest credential is a sword, a sword that can penetrate all kinds of thin swords, but she has never been seen, but anyone she has seen. It's dead."

"As for the relationship between the 'dark hour' and the divine world you asked, I don't know. I just understand that they seem to be collecting something, and recently they are refining a huge killer puppet."

"Killing puppet, what is that?" Wu Pengwei is curious.

"I can't say the details." The strange monk hesitated and couldn't say why.

"That's all..." Wu Pengwei poked his finger and touched the forehead of the strange monk, and then a wisp of divine thoughts quietly integrated into it.

There was almost no resistance, and Wu Pengwei's mind penetrated everything about the strange monk.

Yin Jieluo, this is the name of the strange monk, the remnants of the ancient zombie, powerful and tricky. The cultivation of the peak of Wusheng, in the deepest part of his mind, is gathered with a dark shadow, a huge black shadow like cast by steel.

He is ten meters tall, with horns on both sides of his head, wearing armor, and a metallic luster all over his body.

Just the moment when the mind touched, a stinging light flashed on the huge dark shadow's face, as white as snow.

"It's not good..."

Wu Pengwei quickly withdrew from the strange monk's mind and clapped his hands. The latter's body was suddenly covered with infinite gold fire.

"Ah, you don't keep your promise..." The strange monk screamed, burned by the golden fire, and the body melted like water and wax.

Wu Pengwei split his hands and tore up the void and left, leaving only a disdainful cold hum before leaving.

"You are not even a human being, why should I keep my trust..."

Above the fantasy cloud, "Yin" came over and asked with a confused face, "How did you kill that guy? It's unnecessary. It's good to use it as cannon fodder.

Wu Pengwei narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "No, this guy has imposed a ban on people in his mind. Wherever he goes, he is staring at him. It seems that we have targeted 'Dark Chen'. Those guys are far more terrible than we think."

"Yin" murmured slightly and suddenly changed, "You mean, they deliberately let the three peak martial arts saints and a junior martial arts god die, just to find out how much your strength has reached?"

Wu Pengwei looked like iron. He meditated for a while and decisively denied: "No, I can't say so. No one wants to easily lose a junior martial god. Such a loss may not be able to bear even if it is 'Dark Chen'. Their relationship with the inspector is not harmonious. It can only be said that 'Dark Chen' left a hand at the beginning. Moreover, when I explored the strange monk's mind, I clearly felt a sense of oppression, extreme oppression. Even the supervisory compass giant had never had such a terrible power. It seems that we have been pushed to a dangerous place.

"What kind of power is it?" "Yin" is also creepy and moving.

He knows the power of the compass god of war. With the current power of Wu Pengwei, ten may not be as good as the compass god of war, and how terrible the compass god of war can't compare with the power.

"However, you have the 'pupil of blue light'..." "Yin" has a trace of luck. The pupil of blue light is powerful enough to seriously injure the peak martial arts god, but the premise is that the latter must be unprepared.

"It's useless. It may be possible for 'the pupil of blue light' to sneak up on others, but for the 'darkchen' line, they can't help but know that this killer mace is probably useless." Wu Pengwei shook his head.

"What should I do?" "Yin" is also a little anxious. It is united with Wu Pengwei. The latter dies, and it can't escape the end of eternal sleep.

"Don't be afraid. There is another way to try."

"What's the way?"

"The disaster leads to the east!"

Wu Pengwei suddenly opened his eyes and burst out.

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In the far west of the mainland, a wild land, a deep valley that no one cares about.

The light in the valley is woven and red.

In the red shadow like a fire curtain, there stands a giant with horns on both sides of his head, one-eyed, a ferocious face, and a thick armor all over his body. He stood there, magnificent, like a demon god who slept for a long time.

At the feet of the demon god was the "Lord of Dark Chen" with a gloomy face. He knelt down in front of the left foot of the giant statue with a solemn and respectful look.

"Your excellency, it's not good..."

The hurried footsteps interrupted the meditation of the "Lord of Dark Chen". He frowned and suddenly got up. In a flash, he came behind the voice, pressed one hand on the other party's skull, and asked coldly, "What's the panic?"

"No, it's not good, my lord, the traces buried in Yin Jieluo's sea of knowledge have been broken." The owner of the voice is a strange man with a huge head. His head is as big as a bucket, but his body is small and pitiful, and his deformed appearance is hateful.

"Is it just for this?" The voice of "Lord of Darkness" is as cold as water, deep without a trace of warmth.

"That's it." The strange man answered honestly.

"Lord of Dark Chen" suddenly exerted his strength and crushed the other party's brain with his fingers. After that, a pale white lingered out and burned these flesh and blood to ashes.

"It's just for this that I disturb my worship of the master's war couple, damn it!"

The headless body fell to the ground, but the "Lord of Darkness" didn't even look at it. He stepped on it, and the white bones splashed everywhere, and the body suddenly became ashes.

At this moment, another delicate voice sounded in nothingness.

"Dark Chen, isn't your opponent so rare? This big fighting giant is also a different species. Your master will like it. Don't you think it's a pity that you ruined it like this?

In the red blood, a graceful figure appeared. He had a green silk, which seemed to be flying in the morning.

"The Lord of Darkness" returned indifferently: "That's my business. You don't need to worry about it."

"Ha ha, of course I won't deny it, but do you think you are sure to kill that boy? If the three of us work together, no matter how powerful he is, he can't find out the palm of our hands. How about that? The enchanting woman has a stunning face. She leans down, and her plump body rubs back and forth on the body of the "Lord of Darkness", as if she were burning with desire.

"Qingchen, you have**d me for seven thousand years. Do you think your ugly skin is attractive to me?"

The "Lord of Darkness" sneered, and a circle of white bone light suddenly spread. The enchanting woman's face stagnated and suddenly retreated. In an instant, she withdrew a kilometer away and disappeared in the red halo.

"Aan Chen, don't be proud. You can't clean up that little guy alone. You can't beg me again at that time."

The charming woman's voice suddenly became as dull as thunder, mechanically hoarse, like the sound of Shura evil spirits in hell.

"Lord of Dark Chen" was a sneer: "Qing Chen, you are a lowly and stupid thing. Compared with Xue Chen, you are much worse. Get out of here. Don't let me see you again, otherwise, I will tear you up."

"Okay, Anchen, you wait, you will regret it..."

The dull voice like Shura gradually dissipated in the blood light. After a moment, there was no sound again.

"A cheap thing."

"The Lord of Dark Chen" sneered. Suddenly, his face stagnated, as if he had encountered the most incredible thing.

"What? How can it be that the boy went to the 'Nightmare Mountain'? He is out of his mind. Isn't he looking for death?

The look of "Lord of Darkness" changed greatly, with a long-sleeved roll, and the huge demon god disappeared strangely.