Chapter 31 Horizontal Death (Second Explosion!)

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, noon.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that the top of Zhangju Mountain is as the center, like a huge ring scattered around, and the vegetation within ten miles are crushed to fall out, which is not spectacular.

Most of the masters who were swept by the explosion of the air wave in the night have returned to their original station, and some scattered masters asked themselves for this tragedy and did not want to come back to adventure again. There are still some that they can't come back.

After the number of people in each camp was numbered, they were all dead.

Let's not talk about how He Tianzun is a person, but he is always one of the first eight peaks of Qianyuan. He suddenly died, which is a big blow to Qianyuan Mountain and even the right path.

Yujian Tianzun has a bigger head this time. If Brother He is still there, the trip of Qianyuan Mountain is still just right. But didn't his death add some uncertainty to Bi Fang's ultimate moral belonging?

Sitting in the camps of the four gates, everyone's faces are expressionless, as if they are thinking about something.

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"buzz..."

A small flying insect staggered down from the top of the mountain. If you don't look closely, who knows that it is also a wonderful puppet?

Lei Fengheng raised his right hand, his index finger raised, and the worm fell steadily at his fingertips.

When he saw a vision last night, he had already controlled his most cherished puppet to slide down from Jinling's skirt, climbed into the cracks in the soil, and escaped the catastrophe in the deep underground.

When he came back at this time, Lei Fengheng remained calm, but he was very happy.

After count the number of people, it was found that there was almost no loss. Wan Leidong, the head of the puppet street, couldn't help taking a cold look at the Wuyin Palace and smiled, "Hey hey... I knew that there was no good end to be greedy!"

When Fuqin heard the words, she suddenly turned her head and looked this way. She looked at the fierce light and said strangely, "Really?"

Wan Leidong snorted coldly and turned his face back. It seems disdainful to pester him.

Fuqin secretly scolded the old man, and came to sarcastically at this time. Although Wuyin Palace lost three or four master masters, didn't He Tianzun of Qianyuan Mountain also die? How does he know what a good thing is? Forget it, vertical is not enough! I won't talk to him!

I made up my mind and pulled the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly, the wind sounded.

The five colorful lights flashed, and the five figures fell from the sky. It was the five people who came from the wind and thunder.

Everyone looked at the five of them and couldn't help but be surprised.

They originally thought that among the five people, the occasionally crazy and stupid poisonous hand should not be able to come back at this time. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help coming back. His face and appearance were much more normal than before.

Did the violent impact of the true gas fluctuation make the damaged thinking of the poisoner return to normal?

Looking at the faces of the other four of them, they all looked happy.

It seems that they are blessed by misfortune, and they are also one of them.

Yan Yueming Chaowan Leidong, and the two Fuqin nodded slightly. After seeing the salute, they quietly sat around five people, and there was no movement.

Wan Leidong and Fuqin were thinking about it in their hearts. Suddenly, a disciple from the puppet street came. They were shocked and almost fell down in a hurry and shouted, "Master! The doorkeeper is not doing well!"

Wan Leidong couldn't help frowning under the black mask and said, "What's the matter?

"Master! It's not a big deal. One of our disciples on the night patrol died tragically in the woods!"

"What?" Wan Leidong's face was like a steel needle, and he crushed a stone he was playing with with one hand. He said angrily, "Kill my disciple? Who on earth did it?"

"No... I don't know..."

"Let's go and have a look!" Wan Leidong angrily smashed the stone crumbs to the ground and got up angrily.

All the members of the puppet street nodded one after another and followed him. The messenger boy led the way to the depths of the forest.

Fuqin and Yan Yueming's faces suddenly sneered at the same time.

At this time, it doesn't matter who did it. The important thing is that the more chaotic the scene is, the more wonderful it is.

It's better for Wan Leidong to lead the crowd to rush out and fight with the four sects at this time, hahahaha.

In fact, he was not distressed when his own person was killed.

What hurts is his face.

The person who kills himself at this juncture is an act that gives himself no face.

When Wan Redong saw the body, his heart couldn't help but thump. My thoughts flew around with my chin.

There were sharp sword marks all over the body, and a deadly sword passed through the chest.

One of the elders who came with him was surprised: "Is this sharp swordsmanship from Qianyuan Mountain?"

Wan Leidong took a deep breath and said, "No. Bury him and we'll go back."

The other elder couldn't breathe and said angrily, "Master! Even I can see that this is definitely Qianyuan's swordsmanship. Why didn't you see it?! Isn't it said that our puppet street was afraid of their Qianyuan Mountain, which made the world laugh?

Wan Leidong's angry body trembled, and his robe turned into a black star. With another flash, a punch had hit the elder's chest and flew out. He stood where the elder had just stood and said lightly, "If you still don't understand, if I'm not here, how can the puppet street continue in the future?"

After saying that, he pointed and commanded the two attendants to help the elder up and then walked back and forth.

Another elder stopped and said, "Master... Wouldn't it make Wuyin Palace and others look at jokes like this..."

Wan Leidong waved his hand faintly and said, "It's not certain who sees who is laughing. Hey hey hey..."

Suddenly angry, his body shook, and disappeared from the same place again.

Seeing a fierce fight suddenly three feet away, the people in the puppet street immediately gathered around and were preparing to help when they saw that Wan Leidong had brought the man down and made him unable to move.

Wan Leidong said angrily, "Fury! Who sent you to hide here to eavesdrop?

A thick big hand has been stretched out from under the black robe, holding a nine-inch bowl, hitting the person's shoulder hard, scratching, and beating the shoulder head and belt bone to death.

The man took off his mask and cried for mercy: "Lord, spare my life! We are an alliance, and I am from the Five Sound Palace!"

"Wuyin Palace?"

Wan Leidong's mouth was cold**, and suddenly his men flashed a streamer, picked up the bowl and turned out a few star Buddha lights, and hit his head into a depression.

Everyone couldn't help but be terrmented, and one person was surprised: "Master, what is this? Isn't it time for us to turn against each other in the alliance with Wuyin Palace?!"

Wan Leidong waved and suddenly turned around. He had returned to his normal appearance and said angrily, "You bastard, obviously this person has just been killed by the bowl of the buried temple. Why can't I understand what you mean by "alliance" and "turning your face"?"

"If you are killed by the sword, you will be killed by Qianyuan. If you are killed by Moyu, you will definitely have to find trouble buried in the temple alive, right?"

Although everyone knew his habit, they couldn't help shouting fiercely when they saw him killing people.

The elder was beaten on the puppet street. Although several meridians in the body have been broken, it was suddenly enlightened. He came to his senses and bowed his hand and said, "The door owner is really a god. If there is a door owner in the puppet street, how can the world be difficult to calm down?"

Wan Leidong's blue veins exploded, and suddenly Qi Gen pulled off the arm of the person who had just been killed and still opened it far away.

"This is the star shift of Xuanzhuguan."

Everyone dares not breathe, but dares to lower their heads.

Although they haven't appeared for a while, as long as they appear, these people have to restrain them. Puppet Street is still the puppet street of Wan Leidong.

Wan Leidong's black robe was thrown in the wind and strode back to the camp angrily.