Faraway Wanderers

Zhao Jing took the lead and led people to kill Fengya Mountain, and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, the evil spirits are nothing but..."

His voice suddenly stopped, his expression turned serious, he looked up towards the direction of the King of Hell's Hall, and saw a group of little ghosts in gray clothes coming out in a file, walking quietly, as if his feet hadn't landed through the wind Standing awe-inspiring on both sides, the ghost-faced banner quietly rose, fluttering in the hunting wind, and the vast setting sun dyed it the color of blood.

A tall and tall man, wearing a long dark red robe, stood there sideways.With his hands folded in the wide sleeves of his robe, his head was lowered, a little carelessly, as if he was staring at something in a daze.

As soon as Zhao Jing raised his hand, everyone stood still with him, looked at that person with great vigilance, and swept away. Lao Meng stood a little inside, almost being ignored by others, and the man in red attracted everyone by himself. look.As if startled, he turned around slowly so that everyone could see clearly.

Zhao Jing lost his voice: "It's you?!"

Wen Kexing raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Ah, Zhao Daxia, it's been a long time."

Zhao Jing had seen Wen Kexing more than one time before, but now he felt that this person seemed to have changed his soul inside the shell. No matter how weird he looked, he felt a little horrified, and Wen Kexing walked down the stone steps slowly. , he seemed to be under pressure every step of the way, Zhao Jing couldn't help taking a step back, and forced himself to hold back, asking: "You...you are that..."

Wen Kexing gave a "huh" and explained in a very understanding way: "It's just a mere talent, but it's the villainous leader that everyone said. I have been disrespectful in the past, and I hope you can forgive me a lot."

Zhao Jing had seen him make shots a few times, knew that he was good at martial arts, but he didn't pay much attention to such a young man, he just felt that there was something wrong with this matter.But before he could think about it carefully, a person rose into the air behind him and shouted, "What a pretending little thief!"

Zhao Jing didn't have time to stop him, only to see that the man was an old man from Huaizi generation of Qingfeng Sword Sect, named Mo Huaifeng.Zhao Jing changed his mind and knew that Cao Weining had caused trouble, and Mo Huaikong retreated before the battle. This was because Mo Huaiyang was trying to save face, so he stretched out half of his hand, then silently retracted it, intending to sit on the sidelines.

Mo Huaifeng didn't care whether he was bullying the small or not, and he was not polite to others at all. He unsheathed his long sword and attacked Wen Kexing like a storm.Seeing that the man in red in everyone's eyes was still walking down the stone steps in a leisurely manner without dodging, as if the width of each step had not changed, Mo Huaifeng suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry. With a lung-piercing scream, the whole person fell to the side.

Wen Kexing's hands were still hanging by his sides, with a motionless smile on his face, Zhao Jing didn't see clearly how he moved.

Mo Huaifeng fell to the ground, his whole body twitching unceasingly, a few little ghosts in gray clothes standing nearby moved around him, their faces were eagerly excited, but they didn't dare to move, they just looked at Wen Ke helplessly. OK.

Wen Kexing turned his head to glance at them, and still said in a soft voice: "It's this time, why are you being polite?"

Zhao Jing and the others didn't understand what he meant at first, but following his order, those little ghosts surrounding Mo Huaifeng suddenly screamed inhumanely, and rushed towards the helpless Mo Huaifeng, like It was a group of young children who got together to play with bugs, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Huaifeng was disembowelled, his whole body fell apart, and he couldn't die anymore!

The blood dance sprayed up ten feet high, and Zhao Jing's pupils shrank—this is a real evil spirit!

At this time, Wen Kexing was already standing three stone steps away from him, Zhao Jing finally stopped biting the bullet, took a big step back, and put his weapon across his chest: "You... how dare you... ..."

Wen Kexing explained in a gentle manner: "Daxia Zhao, I think you still don't understand that when you leave Qingzhuling, it's the human world, and when you get to the human world, you have to be a good person. Now, to coax, someone to eat, to give money for the meal, to see someone in trouble, to help him, what is this-this is a human being. But when we come here, there is no one, the way of being a human... ..."

He paused, looked back at the little devils who had just been stained with blood and were still about to move, laughed, stretched out a finger, shook it twice in front of Zhao Jing's eyes, and continued: "Get it to us, you You will die, because there are no old people, children, men, or women here, and there are only ghosts here, who will kill you."

Wen Kexing raised his hands in a calm manner, rolled up his sleeves slightly, looked down at the group of people, and said, "Hey, look, there have been no foreigners in the valley for many years. I am so excited that I talk too much." Now, who is the hero Zhao, who is not a human being anywhere, do you need me to mention this truth? Don’t you think so?”

Mo Huaiyang stepped forward, stood side by side with Zhao Jing with an ugly face, and whispered in his ear: "Going alone is no match for this monster, let's go together."

Zhao Jing couldn't get off the tiger, his eyes skipped over Wen Kexing, he saw Lao Meng standing a little behind the gate of the King of Hell's palace, and the obscure expression on Lao Meng's face, he probably understood the other party's intentions in his heart, this is killing two birds with one stone.But at this moment, he had no way out, so he had to bite the bullet and roar, and rushed forward.

This seemed to be a signal, and the two sides standing at each other received it at the same time, and the scuffle began.

At this time, the scorpion had already circled to the other end of Fengya Mountain. He looked up at the lush and emerald Fengya Mountain, and murmured: "Beautiful, really beautiful. Fengya Mountain is one of the most beautiful places in the world, but it's a pity...it's a beautiful place." A prickly beauty can be seen from a distance but not played with—does it look good to you?"

What he asked was a masked poisonous scorpion beside him. The poisonous scorpion followed his gaze indifferently, and then, as if he had received some mission, he simply said: "Yes!"

The smile on Scorpion's face faded by half, and he said disappointedly: "It's really boring."

The black-clothed and masked poisonous scorpion said again: "Yes!"

It seemed that his mouth could only say this one word, Xiezi lost interest in watching the scenery, turned cold, and ordered: "They should have already started, let's go up now, just in time to get a bargain - I spent a lot of money on it My guest, Lao Meng, is still waiting to cooperate with me."

The poisonous scorpion on the side still said: "Yes!"

Scorpion ignored him and walked forward, and the well-trained poisonous scorpions immediately followed. It was hard to know whether it was a group of real people or a group of puppets.

After walking for a while, a gray shadow flashed in front of him. The black-clothed poisonous scorpion showed its hook, but was pulled back by the scorpion. I saw the little devil glanced around in front of this group of dark people with treacherous eyes. After finding no conclusions, he turned to Scorpion and said, "Master Wuchang told me to pick up Scorpion Lord here, please come here."

Scorpion smiled and bowed, "Thank you."

——So that everyone knows what it means to lure wolves into a house.

As the sky gradually darkened, in front of the Palace of the King of Hades, it was like a hundred thousand ghosts, with corpses stacked on top of each other, screams and screams one after another, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, no one could survive alone.Once the melee started, no one could control the situation anymore, and even Lao Meng who was hiding behind the Palace of the King of Hades was quickly involved.

Wen Kexing's dark red robe became very bright now, his handsome face was splattered with blood, I don't know if it was his own or someone else's, but he seemed to know no fatigue, no pain, no pain at all. Seeing that it was tight, he stretched out his finger and wiped it lightly on the brow bone, revealing a pair of black and white eyes, as if he was in some grand ceremony, with a hint of a crazy and relieved smile.

I don't know how long this scuffle has been going on, but Zhao Jing only felt his heart beating like thunder, and his eyes turned black, and he was still gritting his teeth to endure it, and then he saw Wen Kexing's smile, and he felt a chill in his heart—he felt This man didn't seem to want to kill himself right away, like a beast catching a small prey, he had to have a good time before he would take that fatal bite.

Zhao Jing let out a roar, and rushed forward again, slashing at Wen Kexing's chest with a knife—opening and closing, like a river flowing into the sea, that was one of his famous stunts, the meridian in his hand was so full of true energy that it seemed to explode , This is a life-saving tactic, and it is also a life-threatening tactic.

It was a blow as severe as lightning, with the power to split mountains and seas, Wen Kexing let out a "huh", as if he was a little surprised, because his skill was too late to completely dodge, he gave a slight sway Frowning, he turned sideways but could only avoid the vital point, so he made up his mind and resisted the knife with the flesh and blood of his shoulder. The blade cut into his shoulder, and Zhao Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, in extreme pain and ecstasy.

However, he couldn't go any further, Wen Kexing grasped the blade with both hands, a strong force knocked Zhao Jing off the blade, he staggered a step, retreated desperately, but he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground.

Zhao Jing's eyes went dark, the mountains turned upside down, his ears roared, and then he grabbed his throat with one hand and lifted him up.He desperately opened his eyes wide, and met Wen Kexing's gaze.

Wen Kexing said: "Look carefully—others say that I look like my father. Is it because I have grown crooked over the years? Or are you a guilty conscience and dare not admit it?"

Zhao Jing stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly struggled violently.

Wen Kexing took a breath slowly, and sighed: "You haven't recognized me for so long, I thought I was wrong, haha... Zhao Daxia, 30 years ago, Longque and a person saw me After Rong Xuan killed his wife, he escaped with guilt. Mrs. Rong handed over the key to that person. There were only three of them present. Mrs. Rong died, and Longque didn't tell who that person was until his death, but the whereabouts of the key But it was leaked, so that the couple withdrew from the rivers and lakes, buried their names in a small mountain village, feared for nearly ten years, escaped the world, but failed to escape the evil spirits, what is going on?"

Zhao Jing only felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, his throat was stuck, and he couldn't lift his breath. He used his hands in vain to break Wen Kexing's iron-like fingers, and his eyes began to turn upwards.

Wen Kexing said to himself: "Rong Xuan's temperament changed a lot after he died and came back to life. Is this easy? Could it be so easy that he would kill his wife mercilessly? Even a mad dog still recognizes its owner... Then who did it?" Who is it that forced Mrs. Rong to ask for the key to the arsenal and killed someone if she couldn't get it, who was running away in a hurry because someone came, who was hiding in the dark and knew the cause and effect, and who was incompetent and betrayed the whereabouts of Wen Ruyu and his wife Give……"

Zhao Jing hadn't moved yet, Wen Kexing's eyes were blank, he let go of his hand as if he didn't know what day and night, let his body crash to the ground, and then stood there for a while.

At this time, Mo Huaiyang made a decisive decision, seized the opportunity, and sneaked up from behind. Hearing the wind, Wen Kexing was stunned and tried to raise his breath, but Zhao Jing's knife was still stuck on his shoulder. Didn't mention it!

At this time, only a soft scolding was heard, a small knife flew in the air, and missed Mo Huaiyang's sword. The pale girl stood in front of Mo Huaiyang coldly, and said word by word: "I said, I am going to kill you."

Wen Kexing was taken aback for a while, then said, "Ah Xiang?"

Gu Xiang's cold face, because of his words, couldn't bear it any longer, she shed tears, she slowly turned to Wen Kexing, squeezed out a smile, and said in a low voice: "Master, you can save the dowry." Get off, Brother Cao...Brother Cao, he..."

Then her voice choked, and she turned her head away from Wen Kexing, as if if she didn't see him, she wouldn't be vulnerable or wronged.

At this moment, there was a shriek in the air, and Lao Meng closed his eyes, showing a relaxed smile—this is the scorpion, he knew he was sure to win, and when he opened his eyes again, the cold light in Lao Meng’s eyes suddenly shot up— ——At this time, Wen Kexing was facing away from him.

He gently raised his hand, and a cold light flashed in his sleeve.

Gu Xiang only felt that something pricked her wet eyes, she suddenly rushed forward, hugged Wen Kexing, and both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

Wen Kexing opened his eyes wide, maybe it was only a moment at that time, but he felt that it seemed as long as thousands of years.

He lifted the hand that was subconsciously placed on Gu Xiang's back when he fell, and it was dripping with blood—the girl's entire back seemed to have been blasted by something, and he almost felt that he had touched it just now. her bones and guts.

"A...Xiang?"

Gu Xiang's head was on his chest, he lifted it up with effort, smiled at him, and said angrily: "Master, I said I was going to kill him, I was bragging, I don't have...that ability...you Kill him for me, I beg you just this once, you...kill him for me."

Wen Kexing nodded numbly, Gu Xiang showed a painful look on her face, she felt pain and chills all over her body, as if all the heat was pouring out from her back, so she could only hold Wen Ke tightly like a little girl Hanging the lapel of Xing's clothes, he said in a low voice: "It's okay if I die, it's okay...Brother Cao must want me to live well...But me, I still live...I can't go on...Master..."

Wen Kexing covered her head with his bloody hand, and said softly, "Don't call me master, call me brother."

Gu Xiang tried to force a smile, but she failed, her hands and feet were no longer in control, she began to convulse, her eyes gradually became dizzy, and she said to herself: "Brother, you...kill...he...ah ..."

After all, Lao Meng was afraid of Wen Kexing, and if he missed a single blow, he immediately dodged and retreated.

Wen Kexing got up slowly, laid Gu Xiang's body flat, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Jing's knife out of his shoulder. Half of his body was numb and unable to lift his strength, but the evil spirit on his body was even stronger. It's heavy.

He seemed to be talking to himself and said, "Okay, I'll kill him for you."

Seeing that something was wrong, Mo Huaiyang was more cunning than a loach, and had already run away. Wen Kexing glanced around the crowd, grabbed a little ghost in gray clothes with his movable hand, and said every word. He asked, "Did you see the man with the sword standing next to Zhao just now?"

The kid let out a "clack" sound from his throat, stretched out a finger tremblingly, and pointed in a direction, Wen Kexing smiled and said, "Thank you."

Then he pressed his fingers hard, and the kid's head instantly shattered into a pile of rotten flesh.