Chapter 985

At first, Gu Han did not intend to kill Ji Yongchen, because Huanggu Xuelou had a cooperative relationship with the Beimanji family, but when he discovered that the information was encrypted and it was still about Wuyi Sect, his loyalty to his allies was naturally no match for exclusive enjoyment. The temptation of intelligence.

So he made a bold move, killed Ji Yongchen, and got what he wanted.

After Ji Yongchen's death, this secret report that shocked the world was only known to the dead monk and the bone daoist.

As the leader of the killer organization, no one knows the unique secret and how powerful it is better than them.

"This Yan Luoyu is really the blessed general of the Blood Tower. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't stay at Snake Tooth Mountain, let alone happen to encounter this person passing information. After returning to the Blood Tower, remember this person. Work!"

"Just as the master said."

The bone daoist echoed: "It seems that it is time to go to Huiling Mountain!"

"It's so good!"

The two people who have seen through the truth of Wuyijiao naturally let go of their guards, because the young man who came to Beimang ten years ago to preach is just a peak of cultivation. In just ten years, this person is even a genius. Now it's no more than the level of a fierce state.

This kind of cultivation is the Holy Land Daozi, and neither Feng You nor Gu Han looked at it, let alone such a guy who pretended to be a fool.

When the two guardians of the Blood Tower were in the camp, Tang Luo sat on the cloud platform on the top of the sky where the miasma gas covered the sun. His extremely keen sense of hearing not only captured the sound of the rising of methane and the flow of vitality, but also the bones and the monks. Write down the dialogue without leaving a word.

Thanks to the miracle of this body, Tang Luo's six senses were close to Xu's supreme sword body. Perhaps the bone daoists could not think of it. Tang Luo heard the sound transmission of the corpse just now.

After listening to the information shared by the two, Tang Luo couldn't help raising a trace of respect for the blood lion mass that he had never met before.

Everyone knows how to lie. As one of the nature of human beings, there is almost no person who can't lie.

It's just that women are more willing to lie in order to please others, and men are more inclined to brag.

But to the extent that the world believed a lie, and made the Tianzong Holy Land jealous, the extent to which the clan tycoons have retreated, it is truly unprecedented.

Tang Luo couldn't help laughing when thinking of the mysterious missions of the Xuanji Sect. If the Taoists knew that this so-called blood lion sect was a preacher ten years ago, how wonderful his expression would be.

From this point of view, the mission of Xuan Ji Sect can be taken up, and a liar can be exchanged for a magical power. There is no sequelae.

It's just that he has to be ahead of the corpse monk and the bone daoist, otherwise if this blood lion sect is abducted by the blood building, his supernatural powers will be lost!

But relying on his own, he wanted to capture the blood lion master while pressing the two guardians of the Death Blood Tower. To be honest, he was still incapable. He desperately needed a strong ally.

Taking off the Gouchen mask, taking off the robe of the royal star, he swallowed the thirty-six Fallen Yuan Magnetic Beads again into the stomach of the void, and Tang Luo, who had completed the change, flew slowly towards the Taicang Mountain adjacent to the Snake Ya Mountain.

Ji has been in Beimang for a thousand years and has the confidence to declare war on Zhongzhou again. It is said that even many sects have been secretly controlled.

To a certain extent, this also allows Tang Luo to easily find this "ally" in Beimang. After all, an aristocratic family who is determined to return to the top of the Holy Land, if there is even a blind spot in his own camp. , That's too ridiculous.

Regardless of the influential forces like Snake Yashan, the old tribes in the Taicang Mountains must be Ji’s ministers or have Ji’s wind media.

Different from the barrenness of Sheya Mountain, the Taicang Mountain is luxuriant, and there are neat terraces on the mountain to the south. Men and women are busy harvesting crops.

Some tired peasants looked up and saw Tang Luo, and were not nervous, but waved in greeting. From this point of view, the strength of Taicang Mountain is no small thing.

After all, people can only maintain a normal mind about common things. This shows that there are many people in the Taicang Mountains who can go up and down.

Flying straight to the depths of the Taicang Mountains, he was finally stopped as he approached the residential area. A few elders in fresh clothes stopped in front of Tang Luo, wanting to ask about his name, but Tang Luo simply said in a grumbled native language. Did not understand a word.

Tang Luo, who had experience in the wasteland, did not panic, and immediately activated the Shengruohongzhong ability, and a loud noise like thunder blasted over the Taicang Mountain: "Bring a word to Ji, their allies are here!"

The few Taicang Mountain elders who were the first to bear the brunt were dizzy. Such a provocation made the three tribal powerhouses furious, and the three spiritual skills relentlessly struck Tang Luo.

Don't dodge or avoid, Tang Luo raised his fists together, and in the sound of dragons and tigers, the fist and wind shook away the three spiritual skills. Not to mention, they covered the body of the three, the mighty dragon and the black water mysterious snake. The shadow burst out, and the three of them were repelled by just one combination.

Tang Luo, who was powerful with one blow, smashed his body, and his ghostly body style made him appear on top of the three people in an instant. With one punch, the three of them turned into meteors and fell to the ground. Amid the violent vibrations, three human figures appeared on the tribal school grounds in Taicang Mountain In the big hole, the three tribal powerhouses crawled out with disgraced faces, their eyes looking towards the sky full of surprise.

Of course they could feel it. At the moment the iron fist came to the body, the opponent had recovered most of his strength. If not, the three of them would not be able to withstand the fierce strength of the opponent at all.

People who are strong enough have more ways of expressing kindness than others. When Tang Luo landed on the tribal school, the three of them were no longer the same as they were shouting and screaming. Of the people speak.

It's just that Tang Luo couldn't understand a word of these native languages, so he could only stand bored.

Finally, under the explanation of the three people, an old man with white beard and hair and a wooden staff walked out of the crowd. After nodding his head kindly, Tang Luo heard the familiar Mandarin.

"My son, please move into the house. The old man has asked the wind media to report your intentions. I believe that a waiter will come in at most three days."

"Then it will be troublesome!"

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Beimang Chongxiao Mountain, Lingxiaozong

In the past few years, Ji Fu’s life has been very unsatisfactory. As the holy son with high hopes for the entire clan, he was controlled by others after only a single trade. The Longzhou clan became allies.

Ji Fu, who had just returned to Beimang, felt unprecedented pressure. During that period, even the elders who cared about him the most, began to suspect that he was incapable of being the saint master of the restoration of the Han family.

(End of this chapter)