Chapter 48: Killing each other...

Shi Wuyuan said, his eyes slowly swept across Zou Yanlai, who was behind him, and waited for a tantric master, and when it landed on Zou Yanlai, he paused, cupped his hands and pretended to be surprised: "Why is Master Zou here, I don't know. Why is it so precious?"

Zou Yanlai lowered his head meaningfully and glanced at the embarrassed Xuanzong people, and asked back with a smile on his face, "Then I don't know, why is Mr. Shi so precious here?"

At this moment, the valley first began to scream, Zou Yanlai was startled, looked down, and saw that a group of soldiers and horses who had been ambushing here at an unknown time had already surrounded the severely injured Xuanzong and others, from the hillside. The cavalry rushing up and down each held sharp weapons in their hands, and among them there were some monastic instruments, which showed that they were cavalry specifically aimed at the Pope.

However, they advance and retreat in moderation, move swiftly and in a fairly orderly manner, and fight like a real army, rather than the arrogant self-government of most cultivators.

Zou Yanlai's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, Gu Huaiyang...haven't seen him for a few years, how could he have such strength?

This force, which grew silently under the neglect of the imperial court, will suddenly become the biggest hidden danger in the entire Puqing.

Shi Wuyuan... Sure enough, the dog that bites people doesn't bark.

Shi Wulu, who only listened to biting but not screaming, shook his sleeves and said righteously: "The teacher of King Qin, naturally, came to kill the ministers and help the Sheji."

Zou Yanlai said, "I don't know if there was any misunderstanding among the lower officials, and asked Mr. Shi to treat these Xuanzong Dao brothers as... rebels and thieves?"

Shi Wuduan said without blushing and heartbeat: "Xuanzong has always been a great sect of famous sects, he is an important official of the Sheji, and he is highly relied on by the emperor and all the adults, but he hides his secrets, cannibalism from the same clan, and even usurps the throne and seizes power, arbitrarily discussing the state affairs, and going out of his way. The person of Jian Ning, a small person is worse than a demon and crooked way, now I am waiting for Qin Wang Qingjun, the first person to clean up is this great pope who specializes in the emperor's close ministers."

He deliberately adjusted the words "the emperor's close minister", and sure enough, Zou Yanlai's face stiffened, and she said, "Oh, I don't know what Mr. Shi thinks, I, Zou, someone else..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Bai Li, who stared straight into Shi Wuji's eyes and sneered: "I'm afraid Master Zou is also on the list of liquidation, who made you and my evil demon be in the company of crooked ways. Woolen cloth?"

Shi Wuji's eyes moved back to his face again. Since this action also made him do it very slowly, his eyes swept over with a heavy weight. Neither of them would give in half, and looked at each other coldly. Like two strangers who hate each other.

For a moment, Shi Wuyuan thought to himself, that person is Xiao Ion, but in a trance, he immediately suppressed this very inappropriate thought in his opinion.

It's a small ion, so what?

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Wuyuan bent the corners of his mouth, smiled and said, "The devil is really unusual, and he is very self-aware."

Bai Li closed his mouth, looked at him with a strange expression, and withdrew the venomous snake-like smile. He just quietly looked at Shi Wuyuan with a pair of dark eyes. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. Curious look.

Shi Wuyuan paused for a moment, then continued: "Evil devils like Demon Lord are crooked, naturally everyone gets them and kills them. Master Zou and Demon Lord mixed together, it is really bad for his reputation, and he really regrets it in his heart. I also hope that Master Zou will find his way back sooner rather than later."

Zou Yanlai, who was good at speaking, didn't know how to answer, even the tantric masters who were behind them also felt the strong hostility between the two.

Xia Duanfang couldn't help frowning. In his eyes, Shi Wudu had always had a thicker skin than the city wall, but he was able to calmly call a deer a horse, call the white black, the dead alive, and still live from the dead. I've never seen him like this...he was unceremoniously honest.

Bai Li laughed out loud, the shadow behind him danced wildly, and Zou Yanlai couldn't help but take a half step back. Most of the time, Bai Li doesn't talk much, and his expressions are not very rich. He rarely speaks loudly, and rarely laughs. Only when Shi Wuji is encountered, he seems to be unable to suppress his emotions.

Every time at this time, Rao is Zou Yan who thinks he understands his mind, and also feels terrible.

Bai Li's whole person is like a mass of fire trapped in the abyss, because it is deeply trapped and desperate, and because of despair, it may burst at any time.

"Well said, everyone gets it and punishes it—it's too good to say it." Shan Feng got up, Bai Li stared at Shi Wuyuan, his eyes narrowed, and the thick eyelashes seemed to block his vision. This softened his always cold face.

Many years ago, that person once said nonchalantly, "It's hard for you to endure such a big shit pot for so many years." Many years ago, that person used to understate the hatred and helplessness that had plagued him for many years. , and up to now, it is also him, standing in front of him, saying word by word, the evil devil is crooked, and everyone gets it and executes it.

"Then see if you have the ability to punish me." Bai Li said softly.

The sky that had just lit up was darkened again, as if the gate to the Sect of Ten Thousand Demons was suddenly pushed open, and the black shadow spread endlessly from the foot of the white, passing through the mountains and rivers, the clouds, and the sky rose densely. Clouds and mists, Bai Li volleyed a finger, and the hunting wind turned his white clothes up and down, like a ghost that had nowhere to stay.

"Come and kill me." There was a strange smile on his face, and the grass and trees under his feet withered quickly.

Zou Yanlai immediately assembled with the gān tantric masters to form an enchantment for self-protection.

The screams sounded from the bottom of the valley, Shi Wuyuan frowned and lowered his head, only to see that the black shadow that had spread to the bottom of the mountain turned out to be alive, rushing towards the cavalry of the Red Turban Army.

The scene was extremely tragic, shadows floated out of the ground, they had no form, no fixation, swaying like a humanoid, but not like a humanoid, fierce and abnormal, the knife kept slashing, the axe kept slashing, and after it was broken, it could be reassembled, endless. Now, endlessly, extremely ferocious, like the legendary starving ghosts, they opened their mouths and threw themselves at everything they thought they could eat.

There seem to be countless voices in the valley shouting: Hungry! hungry! hungry!

Countless people and horses fell into the shadows, and their stomachs were dismembered. Several evil ghosts formed by the shadows gathered together and ate them as if they were barbecued in the wild. His footsteps were hesitant, and he stepped back in unison.

Bai Li didn't even look down the valley, stared at Shi Wuyuan, licked his lips lightly, his eyes showed the same hunger and greed as those hungry ghosts in the shadows - Shi Wuyuan felt that he was in His eyes seemed to suddenly turn into a big roast duck.

Bai Li moved.

He slid across the mountain at an incredible speed, as if he had pounced on Shi Wuji in an instant—if you don't have the ability to kill me, I will eat you, suck your blood, and devour you. meat, but also break your bones, turn them into a powder, soak them in water, and drink them little by little.

At that time, you will never leave me again, you will always be my person, and you will never jump out and make me angry again.

He stretched out ten fingers, and his sharp nails came out, pointing directly at Shi Wuyuan's neck.

Shi Wuyuan frowned, feeling that this person was becoming more and more unreasonable, and a strong killing intent surged in his heart, this guy is not Baili - Shi Wuyuan said to himself that he was just a cold-hearted and cold-blooded monster .

Bai Li's hand went straight through Shi Wuyuan's "body", he raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped, landed lightly, and turned around. Seeing Shi Wuyuan and the person behind him, they all seemed to be like It's as real as standing in front of him - unless you touch it, you'll know it's just a void.

"Oh." Bai Li smiled, "I forgot how powerful you are."

Shi Wuyuan ignored him, rubbed his chin lightly, and suddenly whistled, and the sound spread far down the valley.

"A monster is a monster." Shi said bluntly, pointing to his own sun, "Here, it's not as good as a bug."

Bai Li's face changed.

Xia Duanfang couldn't help but let out a light cough. He suddenly felt that Shi Wuyuan, who was getting more and more wrong, had degenerated from a big tail to a hairy boy. The more they talked, the more they looked like little brats. It's like a quarrel-

"You are a bad person!"

"I'm the bad guy. If you don't play with me, I'll bite you to death!"

"You can't bite, you can't bite, you're more stupid than a worm!"

Xia Duanfang was shocked and shocked himself.

The walls of the mountain suddenly changed, and the stones became light and discernible, like a large mirror. All the people and objects in the valley were reflected in the mirror, layer by layer, densely packed, unexpectedly screaming. People stand in it and have doubts, not knowing which one is the real self.

Sure enough, the starving ghosts in the shadows were all stupid. Out of instinct, they used their best tricks and their bodies were divided into many pieces, so the mirror was even more chaotic. They were at a loss, and even went to the mountain wall one by one. Hit it up.

Shi Wudu had a sneering smile on his face, and whistled again, the red-skinned cavalry rushed towards Banya and the others as if elusive. Like the "body", they couldn't even find the "body" of the Red Turban cavalry.

These phantom-like cavalry will only become real when they come into contact with the remnants of Xuanzong, with real swords and real guns.

Hungry ghosts confuse themselves, bumping around in the valley.

Banya saw that his proud disciple Zhao Chengye was actually wearing a candied fruit in front of him, and he was extremely sad and angry, and was thrown into the corner by four masked cavalrymen. These four people were obviously cultivators who were skilled in martial arts, but they were singles. Fighting alone, none of them are the opponents of Real Banya, but they cooperate very well, as if one person has three heads and six arms.

Seeing that Banya couldn't hold it back, she screamed in the sky, her anger sank into her dantian, and the voice came out for an unknown number of miles, and said angrily: "Shi Wuyuan! You little beast who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors!"

"Bullying the master and destroying the ancestors?" Shi Wulu laughed, even if Bai Li blocked the way, even if the Tantric sect disrupted the situation, he would detain Xuanzong's people here today. The account can be settled later, "Isn't it a tradition of Xuanzong to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors? Shishu, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked."

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly a blood-red fireworks rose from the south sky, and everyone looked over there. Zou Yanlai's face changed, seeing Xia Duan's expression of joy, while Shi Wuyuan seemed to be standing in the void, with his hands behind his back. , she looked at their panicked faces lightly, as if afraid that they would not understand, and explained: "It seems that Da Zhoushan has succeeded."

Xuanzong was robbed, tantric masters and even the devil Bai Li were transferred here to block Shi Wuyuan, and at this moment, Dazhou Mountain has only...

This is the tiger leaving the mountain!

"Don't you know the devil very well?" Shi Wuyuan said lightly, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

He glanced at the battle situation at the foot of the mountain, the dust had settled, but for some reason, he had no sense of relief in his heart, killing Banya, killing one of the people he hated the most in the world, Shi Wuyuan still felt nothing in his heart. Empty, even a little heavy.

Then he said to Xia Duanfang and the others: "In that case, I will retire first, Mr. Zou, see you on the battlefield in the future."

From the beginning to this point, Bai Li stood motionless as if he had been immobilized.

In the blink of an eye, the Red Turban cavalry retreated to somewhere through the mirror again. Shi Wuyuan finally took a look at Bai Li and turned around.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Li's mouth, and a silver light flashed through the air, like an invisible wall, Shi turned back suddenly for no reason, only to see that Bai Li had a very beautiful hand in his hand. A neat bow, the tip of the arrow points to a place where no one is present.

"I found your mirror." Bai Li said with a low smile.

Then he let go abruptly, and the divine arrow bow came out so fast that Shi Wuyuan almost avoided it, only one thought flashed in his mind—it was a shadow!

Then he watched helplessly as the tip of the arrow, which seemed to have a cold light, disappeared into his chest.

There was a sound as if something shattered.

Xia Duanfang was startled, waved his hand to withdraw the original mirror, said "go", then helped Shi Wuyuan and plunged into the other mirror, and disappeared into the air.

Shi Wuyuan felt the cold mirror passing through his body, and then his chest started to hurt. As if he had to take a half-beat to react to this, he slowly raised his hand and touched it. The warm blood flowed down the palm of his hand.

Xia Duanfang was shouting something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and Shi Wuyuan suddenly fell headfirst.

The bow he was using—his last thought jumped out of his head so unhurriedly—was the back of the bow wrapped in my own hands.