Hogwarts executioner

A few days later, in a basement somewhere in London's Chinatown, Zhang Zhicheng looked at his teacher with cold hands and feet, nicknamed Baigu Yuanjun, a big boss of the Demon Sect who was a generation higher than the suzerain.

"Why? Master, I can't, I can't do it."

A scrawny old Tang Dynasty wizard with almost no muscles looked at Zhang Zhicheng's pained expression with satisfaction, and said: "Our Bone Sect not only uses other people's bones to pile up our own stepping stones, but also relatives, friends, loved ones, and parents. Even in the end, you have to kill me before you can step into the realm of the supreme demon king."

The two youths that William rescued last time were lying on the ground in fear, with two guns in front of them.

"You three, either you two kill my good apprentice, or let my good apprentice kill you, or let me kill you."

The old devil raised his hand, raising a spine sword from the back of his neck.

The spine sword flew in front of the old devil. There was no blood on the pale bones, exuding a faint fluorescence.

Without the support of his spine, the old man suddenly hunched over.

Seeing this crazy scene, the three people felt chills in their backs.

"You have twenty seconds. If you don't do it, I will."

The old devil's eyeballs turned pale, and black magic power was brewing in his shriveled right hand.

"Kill me, pick up the gun." Zhang Zhicheng hurriedly said, "I've already got cancer, so I'm sure I'll die. Let's do it."

The two young men hesitated for a few seconds before slowly picking up their guns.

Zhang Zhicheng closed his eyes and said softly, "Shoot."

The two youths looked at each other, turned around violently, and fired at the old devil at full speed, shooting out all the bullets in the magazine.

However, the opponent was like a monster, controlling the bone sword and intercepting all the bullets.

"You are so brave. In this case, I will make it impossible for you to live or die." The old devil was not furious, but still said in a sinister tone.

The old devil opened his hand and grabbed it, and the five black magic power split into two, piercing into the bodies of the two.

"No." Zhang Zhicheng grabbed the gun on the ground and shot twice, hitting the spine of his former partner, ending their pain.

But it made him even more miserable. Looking at his friend who fell to the ground, he immediately had the idea of ​​killing his master in his mind.

"Okay, great, I just want to hate it!"

The old devil looked at Zhang Zhicheng and said with satisfaction: "Only hatred can inspire your murderous ways. Emotions are the shackles of the soul. Get rid of these shackles and you will become the strongest person in the world!"

Zhang Zhicheng slowly crawled in front of the two dead partners, and gently closed their absent-minded eyes.

The half-blood Demon Cultivator, who had been punched twice by William, stood silently at the door of the basement.

It is great luck for a demon cultivator to be favored by Lord White Bone Yuan. You will become the strongest person in the world.

It is also your great misfortune to be favored by Baigu Yuanjun, because you have to pay a high price.

"Qingyun, feed the dead body to the dogs, as for your uncle, throw it into the pool of blood."

Yu Qingyun said calmly: "Yes, Master Uncle."

Zhang Zhicheng raised his head, glaring at this old devil who wouldn't even spare his friend's corpse, the hatred in his heart increased by three points.

Yu Qingyun has no respect for this nominal uncle, Moxiu only values ​​strength, not seniority.

With his right hand, he slapped the opponent's carotid sinus and knocked him unconscious.

When Zhang Zhicheng woke up, he found that he was immersed in a red potion that was as red as blood, and his hands and feet were tied with chains. Only his face was exposed. His whole body seemed to be thrown into high-temperature lava, and he had to make inhuman sounds. Howl.

"You are full of energy and your humanity is intact. It is very good. If you persist for a few more months, you will have all the glory, wealth and honor you want."

Zhang Zhicheng said fiercely word by word: "I will definitely kill you."

The old devil didn't care, instead he said happily: "That's right, that's it, you have to have the strongest killing intent."

Zhang Zhicheng closed his eyes and ignored this lunatic.

After Yu Qingyun finished reading, he said to the old devil: "Master Uncle, since Master Zhang has recovered, I will go back and report to my father."

"Go."

Yu Qingyun left the basement and went upstairs to the office.

"Come in."

"dad."

Yu Hehai opened his eyes, looked at his son who had failed in swordsmanship, boxing, and Qi refining, and asked, "Tell me what happened."

Yu Qingyun told everything he saw in the basement.

"Father, is Master Uncle sacrificing two of his own people for Master Zhang?"

Yu Hehai ignored his son and said, "Are you reluctant to part with those two little bastards?"

Yu Qingyun hurriedly said flatteringly: "How can it be, they are just two trash, but they just don't understand why they need to do this? Even if it works like this, Uncle Zhang will only become the enemy of our Holy Sect."

Yu Hehai said: "Wrong, he will become your master's great uncle's enemy, not the Holy Sect."

Yu Qingyun said: "He will kill his uncle in the future, how could he join the Holy Sect?"

Yu Hehai said expressionlessly: "If he can kill Uncle Master, I will pass the position of sect leader to him."

Yu Qingyun looked into his father's eyes and asked: "Why does our holy sect insist that master and disciple kill each other, and father and son kill each other?"

Yu Hehai didn't ask directly, but asked instead: "So you just practice everything, and you can't practice well? My Yu Hehai's son, a small boss of a gangster in Chinatown, lives by collecting protection money every day?"

Yu Qingyun said with a sneer: "Son is stupid, let Dad down."

Yu Hehai said indifferently: "Go out."

Yu Qingyun bowed and said, "Yes, remember to go home for dinner tonight."

"roll!"

After seeing his son turn and leave, a trace of tenderness flashed across Yu Hehai's ice-like face, but it disappeared quickly.

"This is the price." The head of the Demon Sect said leisurely.

In another room in the basement, someone was also immersed in a pool of blood, "I just want the money to be handed over to my family safely."

The middle-aged witch smiled and said: "Don't worry, your family's letters will be forwarded from Hong Kong Island in a few days. All the 100 million pounds have been transferred into domestic bank funds and transferred to your family. Your son will Enter the best school, your parents will live in Yanjing, you can go back and meet them in the future."

"I will." The human face sank into the blood pool again, and the blood waves kept rolling.

Of the remaining six ponds, there was only one person lying in one of the ponds, but he had lost all sanity, exuding murderous malice all over his body, and was killed by a spell cast by the disappointed witch.

Bright red blood slowly flowed from the corpse, refilling the pool, leaving only a white skeleton lifted by chains.

"After thirty years, we have collected 133 seeds, but only 11 are left. I wonder if a Seven-Slayer Son of God will emerge this time?" The wizard turned back towards the blood pool where Zhang Zhicheng was, muttering to himself.

A witch wearing a thin transparent dress watched the complete bones being dragged away, and walked into the basement where Zhang Zhicheng was with a smile. The sexy black underwear on her body was clearly visible in the purple gauze, but neither of the two middle-aged wizards dared Take a look, lower your head and drag the bones.

The large white flesh on the sorcerer's chest was looming, and she said with a smile: "Old man, let's talk about it. If this god's son is perfected, you can lend it to me for a few days."

The old devil came back to his senses, his eyes were indifferent and he said: "You want it? You can go to your Greedy Wolf Star Lord. The Son of Seven Kills was refined by us with painstaking efforts. If you accidentally suck it dry Vitality, the old man is at a loss."

The witch said: "Thousands of blood sacrifices to the Seven Kills, hundreds of battles raise the Po Army, and the Queen of Flowers breeds the Greedy Wolf. Among the three stars, there are traces of the Seven Kills and the Po Army, but only the Greedy Wolf is the hardest to be born. My master has been looking for it all his life and has not found it. , Master uncle is still looking for me, where can my niece find the real queen?"

The old wizard was a little complacent, and said with a smile: "Who made Tanlang Xingjun the incarnation of the peach blossom star, only born from the queen of flowers, and must be neither good nor evil, neither Buddha nor Tao, so that there is a slight possibility of awakening, who can blame this ?”

The witch held the old wizard's arm and said with a charming smile, "Master, I just use him to kill a few people, don't worry, I will never let those disciples under my sect mess around."

The old wizard shook his head, and his cloudy eyes flashed fiercely: "I told you a long time ago that you should not touch those drugs. You must touch them. The group of mysterious black wizards that Greyback invited out is not simple. You should hurry up and get rid of those drugs that you shouldn't have." Thoughts, I don't want to see you being scolded by your master in hell in the future."

The witch was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and asked, "Is it so powerful?"

"It's more powerful than you imagined, don't get involved anymore."