Devour evolution from a knife

the next day.

When the disciples discovered the bodies of Dong Jincheng and Yang Wanli, the entire sect exploded.

Kang Jian came here, looked at the stumped limbs cleaned up by his disciples, and roared full of resentment for a while: "Who did this?"

All the disciples are you looking at me and I looking at you.

Fan Wenqi stepped forward and whispered: "Sect Master, I came here this morning, and it looks like this. Junior Brother Yang has already died inside."

Kang Jian cast an angry look at everyone, Dong Jincheng is a direct disciple of Dragon Tiger Sect, how could he let it go now, his own sect has no excuse to shirk.

At this point, Kang Jian stomped his feet in resentment, rushed towards the main hall of the sect, and began to use the yin and yang magic circle to search every corner of Jianzong, trying to find the master who was hiding behind the scenes.

First, a guardian died for no reason, and then a direct disciple died, but Jianzong just died an ordinary disciple. Now Jianzong can't argue with it. Even if he said it clearly, Longhuzong would definitely not listen. This battle must be fought.

Since the unexplained death of the dragon and tiger sect guardian yesterday, Kang Jian has been looking for it. In his opinion, this person did not harm the disciples of Jianzong. He must be a friend of Jianzong. He is so powerful that there is no reason to hide.

Kang Jian is worthy of being the master of Jianzong. He used the fastest method to order all the disciples to be vigilant, and imprisoned Murong Nantian in Jianzong. Do it endlessly.

After searching to no avail, Kang Jian angrily came to the middle hill of the Yin-Yang circle, and roared: "Who are you and what do you want, I know you must be here, yesterday's attack was sent from here. "Kang Jian searched for a day, and he got some results. He found some subtle traces in the yin-yang circle. It was an extremely powerful aura. Facing this aura, Kang Jian was even a little excited. This aura was not right. The sword sect disciple made a move, which also made him think about it.

But no one paid attention to it for a long time.

Kang Jian clasped his fists slightly and said: "Senior, this is the end of the matter, since you are my friend of Jianzong, please come out to help, my Jianzong will definitely be grateful."

Still no one paid attention.

Kang Jian finally returned without success, but the old ghost underground laughed loudly in the cave: "Haha, I know I'm called senior, haha, I am your senior, master!"

"My apprentices and grandchildren really agree with my existence." Jian Wuchang was full of spirits, and in a good mood, he did not hesitate to praise himself: "This little doll is not bad. He has the proud bones of my Jianzong. He is decisive in doing things, not pedantic. My style back then, if I go out, I will definitely be rewarded!"

……

On this day, when Murong Xue woke up from her practice, it was already noon, and seeing that Murong Nantian hadn't come to take her away, he looked at the butcher's knife in the corner with a look of surprise.

"Li Mu, how did you manage that Dad changed his mind and didn't come and take me away?" Murong Xue was a little puzzled.

Li Mu floated out of the blade lazily, and said: "Well, your father won't come, yesterday I used my celestial power to let him go to the depths of the sword sect to face the wall and think about it."

As time passed, Zixiazong and Dingshanzong did not come to Jianzong to attack, but the disciples of Jianzong knew that from the time of Dong Jincheng's death, Jianzong now had to face more than just two sects , but the attack of the three sects in Cangnan.

this night.

The disciples of Jianzong vigilantly guarded the hilltops of each position of the Yin-Yang circle. The people who were originally divided into two groups of night watchmen did not return to their place of practice. Confession.

In the situation of being confused about the unknown, the female disciple who was confessed readily accepted, and the pair of verbal lovers were filled with warm smiles.

"Ye Song, will you really love me these three days?" Xiao Hong just accepted the red flowers that Ye Song picked from nowhere.

"Well, don't say three days, it's fine for a lifetime!" Ye Song said frankly, leaning his lips towards Xiaohong very seriously.

"Damn ghost, you have a good idea, we agreed, we will be lovers for three days." Xiao Hong blushed, she pushed her slightly, but she didn't stop her.

"Well, three days!" Ye Song nodded seriously after kissing him.

Under the moonlight, Jianzong's love for concubines spread on every mountain. Men made vows frankly, and women half pushed and half agreed. However, Jianzong had more male disciples, twice as many as female disciples. Naturally, there were many fierce competitions.

"Junior Sister Bing, I am sincere!"

"Junior Sister Bing, don't listen to him, this guy came to you only after losing the competition, just now I saw him kneeling beside Senior Sister Yun, how could Senior Sister Yun choose Junior Brother Dahe, hum, don't think I didn't see it! "

"Zheng Chen, you..."

Under the moonlight, some male disciples are doomed to tragedy, and can only sigh to the moon in their own posts, tasting loneliness.

……

On the eve of the war, everyone cherishes the remaining time. No one knows whether they will be alive tomorrow. Many disciples got their love that night as they wished.

However, there are always some uncoordinated voices.

The old ghost in the ground sensed all this, and was yelling in the cave: "How unreasonable it is, how unreasonable it is to hug each other without the consent of the elders, and dare to ruin the style of my Jianzong's family, how unreasonable it is!"

While the old ghost was sulking, his perception spread further, and he began to observe in Li Mu's direction.

Seeing Li Mu sitting under a tree looking up at the starry sky, with a slight sadness in his eyes, the old ghost said via voice transmission: "Boy, what are you thinking?"

In this huge Sword Sect, only Li Mu could hear his voice transmission. He felt that he was about to leave the mountain, and he was in a good mood and talked more now.

Li Mu was quite surprised when he heard the words. Just now he was still inferring in his mind what he should do after the old ghost came out. Li Mu didn't want to end up in misery. The lifeblood of ghosts.

"I'm thinking about how many ghosts will be produced this time, how many ghosts I can absorb, and how about your ghost quality, old ghost." Li Mu said faintly through voice transmission.

"Ghost quality?" Jian Wuchang reacted, and Li Mu actually doubted his character, angrily said: "I, Jian Wuchang, always keep my word. If I give you seven days to escape, I will give you seven days to escape. I will never break my promise."

Hearing Jian Wuchang's swearing assurance, Li Mu couldn't bear it, and reminded: "After you come out, do you really plan to stay in Jianzong?"

"That's still fake!" Jian Wuchang smiled triumphantly.

"In the world of monks, there is no balance between human beings and ghosts. If you stay in Jianzong, you will only harm your descendants, alarm the big sect, and bring disaster to Jianzong. Even if your descendants listen to you, It will also make Jian Zonglun an evil sect." Li Mu paused for a moment, and then said: "Besides, the disciples of Jian Zong may not necessarily listen to you."