My Disciples Are All Villains

When the dark coffin is exposed to the sun ...

After all, the coffin paused, suspended in place, and seemed to be hesitating.

Perhaps it was because of the long time spent in the dark.

Suddenly came to the outside world, some were not very comfortable.

Suspended for a moment, a heavy sigh sounded in the coffin.

...

Quiet little building.

Si Wuya is closing his eyes.

After reading Zhishu, Ye Zhixing bowed down and said, "Leader, the five rats are dead, and the body is placed at the foot of Jinting Mountain."

Si Wuya looked calm and asked, "Who killed?"

"A white-haired woman ... no other information."

at this time.

Si Wuya opened his eyes and said, "Sister Liu Shi ..."

Ye Zhixing heard the words and was shocked and said, "Mr. Mo Tiange Liu?"

Si Wuya smiled and said, "Check her position, I want to meet her."

"Yes."

Ye Zhixing continued, "There is one more thing to report."

"speak."

"After the chaos in Shangyuan City, the gods sent troops to chaos and the former defender General Cheng was dead. After the leader knew this, he was very happy. He led the Nether to teach 10,000 people a month ago and attacked them together. The gate advocates that the distant mountains are missing. Now, the site of Zhengyi has been classified as Nether Religion. "Ye Zhixing said.

Si Wuya heard the words and sighed, "Master is always too anxious ... It is not necessary to do so. According to my original assumption, Zhang Yuanshan cannot escape."

"Yu Jiaozhu didn't care about Zhang Yuanshan's life and death." Ye Zhixing said.

"Cutting the grass to get rid of the roots ... Brother is not thorough enough."

"The leader is wise."

Ye Zhixing finished his **** and didn't leave.

Si Wuya wondered: "What else?"

"Master, you are so supportive of the leader, in case Mr. Er is angry ..."

"I will explain to Brother Er, don't worry."

Ye Zhixing nodded, and said, "Nether religion is becoming more and more powerful nowadays ... subordinates are worried, worrying that you will be the leader."

Since ancient times, Gong Gaozheng has not come to an end.

This role is now being played by Secretary Wuya.

He unconditionally and even spared no effort to help the Nether religion secretly, so that the Nether religion now has the power.

Even though the leader promised generous conditions, Si Wuya rejected all of them.

The relationship between them is indeed a brother and a fellow, and the relationship is much better than the ordinary relationship. The problem is ... Yu Zhenghai has the aspiration to win the world. How can such a person help the world if he doesn't have an emperor's mind?

Si Wuya turned to look at Ye Zhixing and said, "Knowledge, what do you think is the meaning of the practitioner?"

Ye Zhixing was slightly stingy.

I did not expect the leader would suddenly ask such a question. Speaking esoteric, very esoteric, if the answer is unrealistic, and the casual answer seems shallow.

"You and I speak freely." Si Wuya said.

"Teacher, his subordinates think that people step into cultivation in order to increase their strength. As much strength as there is appetite," Ye Zhixing said.

Si Wuya nodded, sat down slowly, and asked:

"You understand so well. I will have a chance in the future ... I will tell you something else."

"Respect the Bishop."

...

A day later.

At the foot of Jinting Mountain.

Under the order of Hua Wudao, the female practitioners of Motiange patrolled around.

Nourish.

Zizi——

The yogis were attracted by the sound of the barrier and looked up.

As far as I can see, the blue barrier has seen obvious fluctuations.

This disturbed them.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng hung on the branches and looked into the distance.

"Does n’t the old master retreat in retreat to practice? Can't he plan to draw on the remaining barrier power?" Zhou Jifeng said.

"It's hard to say ..."

"Hey, if that's the case, I hope the power of the barrier will last a little longer."

Pan Zhong looked at Zhou Jifeng and said, "Are you sorry?"

"I never regretted it," Zhou Jifeng replied.

Pan Zhong looked at the female practitioners who could not see far away, and his eyes fell on Zhou Jifeng again, saying, "If you let you die, would you?"

"Brother Pan, you're really interesting, just talk to me ..." Zhou Jifeng kept rolling his eyes.

While they were chatting--

"what is that?"

bass!

The female practitioners of Motiange all pulled out their long swords and looked at the black spots in the distance like the enemy.

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked at the same time.

In the distant sky, a little black dot flew slowly.

Close enough, the black dots gradually became black squares.

Closer, you can clearly see that it is a black cuboid ... that is: a coffin!

Zhou Jifeng's eyes widened: "Brother Pan, I'm so big, the first time I've seen such a hurry ... Have you seen it?"

Pan Zhong's eyes were straight and she swallowed the throat: "No ... I haven't seen it."

"How did he get there? Did you dig a hole under the coffin?" Zhou Jifeng gradually calmed down, but his brows frowned.

Pan Zhong was still the same: "You ask me ... who do I ask?"

The nuns retreated one after the other and retreated to the entrance of Jin Tingshan in a row.

Zhou Jifeng jumped down, came to the crowd, and turned back: "You, go and report to the elders."

"Yes."

Pan Zhong also jumped down at this time and stood side by side with Zhou Jifeng.

The coffin was lowered and swept low.

The coffin was surrounded by a special radon.

There was weird black gas all around.

During the flight, as the wind drifted backwards ... like a black tail, it looked extremely scary.

call----

The coffin speeded up, like a gust of wind, and came to the crowd.

Then ... stop, levitate.

Everyone dared not come out, looking at the coffin with wide eyes.

They have never seen such an appearance in their lives.

At first sight, it was both nervous and scared.

Perhaps it is human nature to have awe for things like coffins, so when they saw the coffin, they seemed at a loss and didn't know what to do.

The atmosphere was extremely depressed.

I don't know how long it took before the coffin made a hoarse sound—

"Jin Ting Shan."

The coffin moved slightly.

Zhou Jifeng held back tensely, arching his hand: "Please, excuse me, Ge, sir ... is that old Gong senior ...?"

"You are nervous." The voice in the coffin was low and teasing.

"This……"

Can he not be nervous?

Gong Yuandu sighed: "After all these years ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ I still don't have the right to let Brother Ji come down in person to meet ... ashamed, ashamed."

"..." Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong showed embarrassment.

"Lead the way ..." Gong Yuandu made a sound.

"Senior Gong ... the owner is unwell, can he come again?"

"Ok?"

The coffin was suspended upwards.

High above everyone's head.

The vitality fluctuations around the coffin are also much stronger than before.

A dull laughter rang.

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