Wild beast war god

As soon as these words came out, Brother Zhang was dumbfounded on the spot. What nonsense was Luo Chunye suddenly talking about?

Although the Frost Swordsman Devil is indeed targeting the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, your master was also killed by others. Now you actually say that you want to follow him. What else can be more awesome than the Thousand Kings Holy Son...

What is this all about?

But Brother Zhang is a smart man. After a period of confusion, he immediately reacted and thought of something. His eyes widened suddenly.

At this moment, Brother Zhang's mind suddenly flashed through Luo Chunye's drunken words at the restaurant, combined with what the latter said now...

Suddenly, the words "Sikong Demon" appeared.

Luo Chunye still stared at Brother Zhang, and then said: "If I guessed correctly, he is Demon Sikong."

After a short pause, Luo Chunye said again: "Brother Zhang, come with me? Let's follow him to fight against the Thousand Kings Holy Tower."

Brother Zhang had his mouth wide open, and he still couldn't react for a while.

No matter how clear my mind is, it still feels weird...

Still, even if he is Demon Sikong, he is still the murderer of your master.

But Luo Chunye didn't explain any more. He lowered his head and looked at his master who was covered in layers of frost. He had just confirmed that his master was indeed not dead yet because he had quietly communicated with his spiritual shadow. .

When Luo Chunye was yelling just now, his mind had already entered the master's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The master's ghost also told him that the Frost Swordsman must be Demon Sikong. He really came here to save himself and the Wanlu Clan. He killed the master on the spot just to make the master fake his death and conceal the truth.

In other words, Thousand Kings Holy Tower will no longer care about Luo Chunye's drunk words.

At the same time, Master's previous performance must have satisfied Thousand Kings Holy Tower, and he cannot punish Luo Chunye for his few drunken words, otherwise Thousand Kings Holy Tower will lose people's hearts even more...

The leader of the Wanlu Sect died fighting for the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, yet he still punishes his disciples. No matter how shameless it is, it cannot be justified.

But Master's fake death will continue until the War of Thousand Kings and Ten Emperors is over, and they will not be able to "resurrection" until they leave the territory of Thousand Kings Holy Tower. At that time, their Wanlu Clan can go straight to the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce.

By then, when Thousand Kings Holy Tower discovered that Master was pretending to be dead, it was already too late.

And now, Luo Chunye wants to invite Brother Zhang to join him.

He trusted Brother Zhang very much, but even so, he would not tell the truth about his master pretending to be dead right now.

Finally, Brother Zhang gradually came back to his senses. He looked at Luo Chunye in a daze and asked, "Brother Luo, I still can't understand. Do you want to deliberately get close to Demon Sikong to look for opportunities to take revenge?"

Brother Zhang feels that Luo Chunye must have such an idea...

At this time, Luo Chunye had already picked up the pretending dead body of Wanlu Sect Master. He walked step by step towards the compound where Wanlu Sect was staying. After a few steps, he turned back and said: "After the battle of Thousand Kings and Ten Emperors, please Brother Zhang came to see me."

After leaving a sentence, Luo Chunye stepped into the courtyard step by step, leaving Brother Zhang alone in a daze.

At the same time, at the core of Fenglei City, the city lord's mansion... boom boom boom!

The auras of powerful men had exploded crazily, and then the entire Fenglei City seemed to be moving in terror. It was obvious that the news about Qiu Leiyin's murder began to spread.

Thousand Kings will arrive at the scene soon.

Of course, there will also be countless strong men from various sects who participated in the Thousand Kings and Ten Emperors War, rushing over to watch the excitement.

……

Still in Fenglei City, when the entire Fenglei City was going crazy or shocked because of Qiu Leiyin's murder, Sikong Jing had already led the disciples from Beiming Hanshan to a small forest in Fenglei City.

This is the hunting ground of a certain strong man from Wind and Thunder City, but of course there is no one at this time.

Thump thump thump…

After Sikong Jing arrived here, he threw a dozen disciples from Beiminghan Mountain to the ground on the spot. He looked at everyone and said calmly: "Brother Xu, now you can inform your mountain master of my current location."

As soon as these words came out, all the Beiming disciples trembled wildly, completely unaware of what Sikong Jing wanted to do.

They didn't know whether what Sikong Jing said was true or not. Maybe after being summoned, Sikong Jing would kill them directly.

In the eyes of everyone, Sikong Jing...or Sikong Buwang has become synonymous with terror.

"Don't worry, you can just summon me. If I tell you I won't kill you now, I won't kill you."

"You are following me, don't you just want your mountain master to catch me with your own hands?"

Following Sikong Jing's voice, all the Beiming disciples swallowed their saliva with another "Gulu" sound. After they looked at each other, Xu He still sent out the message bird, but it only conveyed the location.

Then, Xu He seemed to have calmed down and asked, "Sikong Buwang, what's the trap here?"

He found that Sikong Jing seemed to really want to see the owner of Beiming Mountain, but he might have some means to deal with the mountain owner, and some trap might have been laid here.

Regarding this question, Sikong Jing just smiled and replied: "I don't need a trap now."

This sentence made all the disciples of Bei Minghan Mountain look at each other, completely confused as to what Sikong Jing meant.

In this way, time passed little by little under the extremely depressed mood of the Beiming disciples. They could feel that the entire Fenglei City was becoming more and more violent, still because of Qiu Leiyin's death...

Just a quarter of an hour later, a terrifying and eerie chill suddenly hit.

One by one, the Beiming disciples suddenly raised their heads. They knew that their mountain master had finally arrived.

shhhhhh...

The next moment, three figures landed in the forest hunting ground in an instant, and then three figures quickly landed next to Xu He and others. One of them asked: "Xu He, where is Sikong Buwang? "

As soon as these words came out, Xu He and others were immediately stunned, wanting to say that Sikong Buwang was right in front.

But when they looked up again, they found that Sikong Buwang had disappeared. Xu He quickly looked at the three people in front of him. They were the chief senior brother who had just gone to inform the mountain master...

At the same time, of course, there is also their mountain master, Qu Hanming, who is known as the Yin Demon of Beiming.

The person who spoke was their Uncle Hanhun, the old ghost who also appeared in Wanbing City.

Hanhun Old Ghost did not participate in the battle in Wuji Town because he was not strong enough, so he survived with Xu He. He was also deeply impressed by Sikong Buwang.

Before that, he also thought that Sikong Buhuang was dead, but now he heard Sikong Buhuang's name again.

Of course I feel very unhappy and feel cheated.

No, looking at Xu He and others who were in a daze in front of him, Hanhun Old Ghost couldn't help but urge: "You should talk, Sikong Buwang is there, you must have lost him, right?"

At this time, Hanhun Old Ghost wanted to confirm whether Sikong Buhuang was real or fake.

Of course he thought that Xu He and others were following Sikong Buwang's state, and did not think about whether they would be discovered by the latter.

In contrast, Qu Hanming, the master of Beiming Mountain, did not speak.

He put on a calm and aloof look. It would be okay if Sikong Buhuo was the Demon Sikong. If not, it would be very cheap for him, the majestic Lord of Beiming Mountain, to catch a kid himself.