The demon leader is back

Qin Wuyan was taken aback for a moment, and then showed sullen expression: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ying Qi even smiled slightly, he rarely smiled, except when the leader praised him and when he was really angry.

The smile of the former is like March in Yangchun, with the spring breeze blowing on his face; the smile of the latter is like the painted skin of an evil ghost, dripping with blood.

"You are the well-known Lord of Thousand Faces in Jianghu, and your ability to disguise yourself is unparalleled in the world. Am I right?"

"Qin Wuyan" on the opposite side looked at Ying Qi and was silent for a moment: "How did you see through me? I think my disguise technique is perfect."

He admitted that he is the gentleman with a thousand faces.

Ying Qi pinched the hem of his clothes and twitched it lightly, as if this was a small gesture he was used to: "The moment you stood in front of me, you were already exposed."

Mr. Thousand Faces has a bad complexion, and his most proud disguise technique has been seen through at a glance?

Ying Qi sighed: "Because, it is impossible for the leader to come to save me!"

Qian Mian Langjun was stunned: "Just because of this?"

"of course not……"

Ying Qi lowered his head slightly, at this moment, he was actually in a trance, he thought of the leader again.

The moment Qianmian Langjun Yi Rongcheng appeared in front of him, he really thought that he had seen his own leader for a moment, but it was only because he was seriously injured at the time, so he reacted in a moment of insanity .

Fantasies are fantasies after all, how could the leader come to save him a shadow guard?

The existence of the shadow guard was originally sacrificed for the leader!

What happened next further confirmed Ying Qi's conclusion.

It is impossible for a high-ranking and honorable leader to take care of a seriously injured subordinate. This is a fact recognized by everyone.

However, Yingqi knew that if the leader really appeared here to save him, he would definitely support his seriously injured and weak body before he fell down.

The leader, he is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The leader, he is extremely honorable, but at certain times he is close to his subordinates.Otherwise, how could there be so many congregants willing to die for it when they were besieged?

Of course, how could Ying Qi tell an outsider about these things.

"You asked me to go ahead because you were afraid that something might happen. If I killed you from behind, it would be easy. After all, the only thing that Master Thousand Faces is good at is disguise, but his martial arts are very common."

Mr. Thousand Faces was noncommittal.

"You said, 'Is the information of the Tianmo Sect in vain?'"

"Is there any flaw in this sentence?"

Ying Qi pinned the long black hair scattered on the side of her face behind her ears, and the other hand that was twisting the hem of her clothes just now was hanging down on her side, looking so weak: "Tianmojiao... the world screams too much, so it will I forgot its original name, but my teaching is Tianshengjiao!"

Lord Qianmian showed surprise: "Oh? I forgot about that, habits are indeed scary."

"Also, although only the leader can practice the supreme mental method of my holy religion, "The Art of Shaking Heavenly Demons", for my current leader, he doesn't care about this mentality at all, and it is impossible to venture back to a place full of dangers. take out."

Yingqi stared at Qianmian Langjun, her beautiful eyes like glass were covered in the shadows, her inexplicable expression made the opposite person feel uneasy: "The leader said, 'It's just a martial arts mentality, put it in the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, Anyone who wants to practice can do it.' Unexpectedly, the treasure that makes Jianghu martial arts covet, but is regarded as an ordinary thing by the leader."

The thousand-faced gentleman revealed a look of shock: "Impossible!"

Ying Qi shook his head and sighed: "Everyone thinks it's impossible, even Zuo Hufa thinks that the "Zha Tian Mo Jue" in the Tibetan Gong Pavilion is fake, it's just to confuse the enemy. In the end, besides the leader, there is only me, the shadow guard. I have learned the supreme heart method of my holy religion."

"That's the supreme treasure-level mental method of the rivers and lakes. How could it be shown in front of others so casually and let it be practiced? How could it be so, how could it be so!" Lord Qianmian was greatly shocked by such a mental shock, and his vigilance was greatly reduced. "We must get the mental method, we must as soon as possible..."

Ying Qi looked at the thousand-faced gentleman, and slowly raised his hand: "The leader doesn't show his emotions and anger, even if he faces someone who betrayed him and put him to death, he won't show anger. Will... kill the traitor!"

Ying Qi made a move, but the thousand-faced gentleman on the opposite side didn't notice it.

"Ding!"

The inconspicuous voice drew back the attention of Lord Qianmian. He looked at a long and thin silver needle that was knocked to the ground in astonishment.

He stared at Ying Qi in horror. If ordinary people were seriously injured like him, it would be difficult for them to even stand up, but he was still able to unleash such a terrifying sneak attack. The power to kill must have deep internal strength and unparalleled hidden weapon techniques. Such a person is enough to be a first-class master in the world.

However, such a person is actually just a shadow guard of the leader of the Demon Cult?Such a person is willing to be a shadow that will always live in darkness?

Also, where did he hide the needle?Before entering the stone prison, his body had already been searched countless times, and even after experiencing such torture, how could he endure it all the time?

Such a heart, it is simply... frightening!

Lord Qianmian turned his head and saw the person standing on the top of the stone prison——Chu Tianhe.

Just now, he was the one who blocked Ying Qi's needle and saved his life.

Lord Qianmian turned around, bowed solemnly, and bowed down: "Thank you, Brother Chu, for saving your life."

Ying Qi stared at Chu Tianhe with cold eyes, at this moment he hated this betrayer extremely.

"Ahem..." Ying Qi covered her mouth, blood dripping from between her fingers.

He doesn't care what he does. To him, the only thing that matters is the leader. What he cares about, and who makes him dedicate everything, is only the leader.

"Pretending to be the leader is a crime and deserves death!"

This is a play, a play played for him as a prisoner, the purpose of which is only to obtain the supreme mind method of the leader of the Tiansheng Sect, "The Heavenly Demon Jue", as well as the countless wealth in the sect, including the entire intelligence system all over the rivers and lakes .

These belong to Qin Wuyan, the leader of Tiansheng Sect. Even if the leader is dead, even if he can save his own life, Ying Qi will not betray the leader for this.

His injury was too severe, his body had reached its limit, and he could no longer do anything for the leader.

The Jianghu people hiding in the dark were shocked by Yingqi's tenacity and his explosive power.

"The remnants of the Demon Cult, die!"

One person held a knife and slashed at the top of Ying Qi's head.

Ying Qi was already powerless to stop, the blade refracted the sunlight, shaking his vision, it became more and more blurred, and his consciousness was about to disappear completely.

The knife did not fall.

It turned out to be Chu Tianhe who stopped him.

The Guardian Zuo of Tiansheng Sect remained expressionless.

"Chu Tianhe? What are you doing!" The person who was stopped was first surprised by Chu Tianhe's strength, and then sneered. Even if the other party was a hero in the martial arts world, he still looked down on this person, not because of Chu Tianhe's betrayal. , but his weakness.

He has been undercover for the Demon Cult for many years. He obviously made the most credit for besieging and killing the leader of the Demon Cult, but he was robbed of the credit afterwards, but he himself didn't fart.It's just a joke, and I don't know how he climbed to the position of Zuo Dharma by some unknown means.

Legend has it that the leader of the Demon Cult is lustful, and men and women are not taboo, could it be...

The man thought darkly, and looked at Chu Tianhe with even more disdain.

Chu Tianhe turned a blind eye to his offense, and his tone remained flat: "It's not yet the appointed time for his death."

The other party snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand to push Chu Tianhe: "What are you... ah ah ah..."

There was no emotion in Chu Tianhe's indifferent eyes. There was blood dripping from the blade in his hand. His sword was so fast that the man couldn't see clearly. He didn't know when Chu Tianhe drew the sword. How to draw the sword.

He only saw that his hand fell off, blood spewed out, pain along the nerve and spinal cord swept his body, his brain exploded, pain, pain, pain...

Tianshengjiao, Jianghu called it Tianmojiao, Chu Tianhe is the left protector of the Demon Cult, how can he be such a weak person?It's a pity that some people can't see the truth of the matter.

Ying Qi chuckled when he was dying of sanity: "Is this the suppressed anger of your betrayal of the leader? Zuo Guardian?"

Chu Tianhe's expression was secretive, and he remained silent.

Ying Qi was kidnapped.

There were huge crowds of people on the viewing platform, and today they all came to watch the play of Shadow Seven, the shadow guard of the leader of the Demon Cult.

In the center of the field below, Ying Qi was forcibly pressed down/body, knelt on the ground, and was firmly chained to a stake, with blood dripping from him, slap, slap...

Splash a gorgeous red flower.

The majestic and burly axeman took down the ax on his shoulder and knocked it to the ground with a "boom".

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, someone looked at the sun and said, "What a beautiful day, it's time, cut!"

The axeman swung his ax and slashed at the head of Ying Qi who was kneeling on the ground.

In the empty dark space, a silver light suddenly fell, and the world seemed to boil. From that point, the light spread, and in an instant, the whole world lit up.

The blue sea and blue sky stretch as far as the eye can see.

In this world, there is only water and sky.

A man in brocade clothes and a black robe stands between the sky and the earth, with long black hair fluttering in the wind, and his unparalleled handsome face seems to be the most exquisitely crafted creation in the world.

He slowly opened his eyes, which were dazzling like the starry sky and galaxy contained in the universe.

The masculinity is quiet, almost at one with the world.

"My seat, I'm back."

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind was surging.