Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Okay, based on this guarantee, I promise you."

Wu Gong put on his clothes and tied the silk belt around his waist.

Zhao Min's body was covered with a layer of white gauze, and her exquisite body followed the white gauze. While it was shaking up and down, it was also full of ultimate temptation.

She heard Wu Gong's words and smiled softly. The smile at the corner of her mouth bloomed like a flower, "If, if this is the case?, then I will wait for the day when you kill him."

Wu Gong grinned and stretched out his hand across her neck, which was like mutton-fat white jade, and said, "See you in Xiangyang!"

Walking towards the carriage, it was still raining outside.

Look up to the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered together.

Like a black dough, it blocked any light in the sky.

"What time is it now?"

"It's past dawn! Now, if there were no dark clouds in the sky, the sun would have already shone on the earth!" Zhao Min's voice came out from the car, and her voice changed again. That heroic young master no longer had any tenderness and charm.

Wu Gong shook his head gently, and suddenly said as if he remembered something: "Where are the two elders Xuan Ming?"

Wu Gong's words caused Zhao Min's silence.

However, there was only a moment of silence, and then Zhao Min said truthfully: "They are in Dali, and the chieftain they are responsible for cleaning up there is now completely divided. The puppet I support is fighting with the Duan clan in Dali. A dog-eat-dog fight!"

Wu Gong grinned and said in a strange tone: "Well! It seems that during my absence in the Central Plains, this world, which was originally a pool of stagnant water, has become active again."

After Wu Gong finished speaking, he refused the umbrella handed over by Zhao Min, raised his head and glanced at the faint firelight in the distance, and said, "I'm leaving. I wish you good luck." After saying this, Wu Gong suddenly raised his leg and stepped hard on the ground. Dense cracks appeared on the ground. His whole body rose into the air, and the muscles all over his body continued to make crunching sounds.

Zhao Min stared at the figure disappearing in the rain.

He let out a long sigh and retracted his head back into the car window.

Looking at the messy carriage.

Zhao Min suddenly burst into laughter. She suddenly felt extremely happy. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had felt this way. Zhao Min had accomplished many things since becoming a sword in the Ruyang Palace.

In the beginning, she was really excited about what she was doing.

After all, using all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to plot against all the heroes in the world is a very fulfilling thing, but if you do it for a long time, you will feel bored, especially because Zhao Min hates what he calls that. His father looked into his eyes.

Picked up the white satin on the table.

Zhao Min sniffed it gently, and the hot breath on it was vividly visible.

He gently put it into his arms: "Turn around and target Xiangyang."

Following the order, the convoy quickly turned around.

Along the steep mountain road, he quickly rushed towards the mountain road below.

When Wu Gong arrived at the location of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain.

It was discovered that the fire all over the mountains and plains had completely disappeared.

Only thick black smoke and a smell of burning corpses that could not be concealed by heavy rain spread and reverberated in the air.

Wu Gong looked around.

Not a single intact building could be seen, and Wu Gong could only see piles of buildings that had been burned to coke.

The area of ​​Quanzhen Sect is not small.

Especially after several generations of expansions, the total area of ​​the various sects has exceeded hundreds of acres and is divided into different halls for different disciples to practice. It is no exaggeration to say that the Quanzhen Sect has declined. . But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although some newly emerging sects may be stronger than the Quanzhen Sect to a certain extent, their sects are definitely not as impressive as the Quanzhen Sect.

It's a pity that after the flames appeared today.

The Quanzhen Sect, which once dominated the world, finally lost the chance to make a comeback.

Wu Gong walked along the ruins and suddenly stopped. He looked down and saw a corpse on the ground that had not been burned to char. It looked like a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

I recalled that when I had just entered the Zhongnan Mountains, I was stopped by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. He was looking at the monk's robe on the ground, which was mostly burned. Although the color of the clothes had been deepened and aggravated by the black smoke.

But it can still be seen that this guy is probably a Quanzhen disciple who failed to escape in time.

It seemed that there was a high probability that he was burned alive.

Wu Gong shook his head and continued to prepare to move forward.

But at this moment, his body, which was suddenly about to take a step forward, stopped again and began to bend over and start to look for fatal wounds on the body on the ground. Although the body on the ground has traces of black smoke in its mouth and nose, it was not the black smoke or the blazing flame that really caused him to die here, but A sword wound on his neck.

This wound went deep into the throat, and the sword almost penetrated the entire throat.

Moreover, apart from the sword wound, there were no other wounds left.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Wu Gong put the body on the ground again.

Looking around, I realized that the ruins in front of me that had been burned to char were densely packed with corpses.

Most of the corpses were disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

Among them, there are also a small number of Mongolian corpses.

After looking around, many people were really killed by flames and smoke, but there were still seven or eight Mongolians and disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who had their throats pierced with swords. This was only the last of the Quanzhen Sect. On the outside, I'm afraid the buildings inside have become littered with corpses.

"Well, it seems that the old guy named Poison Hand Medicine King is dead. But if he dies, what will Guo Jing do? Do I have to take action myself?"

Wu Gong shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a thunder exploded in the sky, followed by a flash of lightning.

Several figures flashed in the distance.

Wu Gong immediately raised his legs and chased over there.

The speed was so fast, it was like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at a place with dense crowds of people.

The two parties were confronting each other. On one side, there were only thirty or forty people dressed as Mongolians, among whom there were dancing girls with extremely exposed figures. On the other side, there were over a hundred people, all of whom were Taoist priests in long robes. It was obvious at a glance that they were members of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Poison Hand Medicine King was also among them, with Ping Yizhi beside him.

As for the poisonous hand medicine king's daughter, she was nowhere to be seen. Wu Gong suddenly noticed a woman lying under a big tree not far away. Because of the cover of the big tree, the rain could not hit the woman's body.