Rebirth and return, solitary devil

Chapter 687 30 years of aging!
On the side of the Demon Flame Palace.

3000 people and hundreds of people were fighting together, the scene was extremely chaotic, those who passed by in the distance turned their attention to them, and they were stunned, watching this scene with stunned faces, not knowing what happened.

This is the first time such a large-scale gang fight has occurred in the Shidao Palace!

"What happened?" Someone couldn't help asking those onlookers.

"do not know!"

"Who knows, when we came, they were already fighting!"

"I know a little bit, I saw it from a distance."

"What's the situation? Tell me!"

"Do you know why everyone doesn't know what happened?" The person who said he knew a little bit whispered.

"why?"

Hearing someone's question, the man couldn't help but sneer, then stared at the hundreds of people who were beaten out of thousands of people, and said, "Did you see that? As long as you know it, that is, as long as it's the one who watched before People, where are they all being beaten!"

"what?"

Everyone couldn't help being shocked when they heard the words, and then looked at the group of people who were screaming and being beaten up. While shouting for injustice, the group of people used formulas to resist the attacks of the people around them.

However, everyone is in the realm of perfect alchemy, no matter how big the gap is, it won't be too big.

Thousands of people surrounded and beat up hundreds of people, shattering their spells in minutes, and fell to their knees on the ground again spurting blood from their mouths.

"Hit, hit me hard, when the shit comes out and when will it end!" Peng Xinlin, who was standing among the crowd, commanded at the top of his voice.

"Okay, senior brother, don't worry, none of this group of people can escape!!!"

The sweaty disciples who beat others shouted loudly.

At this scene, those people who saw the bustle and came over in the distance broke into cold sweats, Damn it, isn't this too cruel?

Are they the disciples of that hall?It's so united, it's so unscrupulous, it's such a big battle!
But at this moment, in the center of the melee, Peng Xinlin turned his head abruptly, looked at the crowd watching from a distance, stared at the crowd, and said with a ferocious expression: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a fight against injustice? roll!"

Fight against injustice?

Everyone couldn't help but sweat profusely when they heard this.

This is obviously bullying, so where is the meaning of fighting against injustice?

However, since Peng Xinlin spoke, how dare everyone continue to watch the excitement?That's thousands of people, if one of them is wrong and beats himself and others, then there is really no place to complain about injustice.

So, in just a short while, they all ran away.

As the saying goes, it's nothing to do with yourself, and it's even more so in the Demonic Dao.

After everyone left, Peng Xinlin looked at the rows of twitching Fengmodian disciples who were beaten and the onlookers, and couldn't help asking the disciples beside him, "Junior brother, how are you doing? Are you here?"

The disciple looked at Peng Xinlin in astonishment, and then asked, "Senior brother, are you really making shit?"

Hearing the words, Peng Xinlin glanced at the disciple with some distaste, and then said coldly: "Do you know why I am a senior brother and you are a junior brother? It is because you don't take the words of the ancestors seriously!"

"Senior brother, why did you say that?" The disciple's expression changed, and he said, "The ancestor was just talking in anger. As long as we clean them up, can't we complete the task assigned by the ancestor?"

Peng Xinlin shook his head slowly, and then said: "What you said is reasonable, but think about it, if we follow the instructions of the ancestor and complete the task perfectly, will the ancestor look at us differently if he is happy? ?”

The disciple's complexion changed after hearing the words, and after a while, he showed a resolute look: "Senior brother, I understand what you mean, you are right, we have to let the ancestors appreciate us from the small details, so we must make shit Come on, this matter, the younger brother is responsible for it personally, senior brother, take care of yourself!"

Peng Xinlin nodded, and then looked at the disciple's back expectantly.

I saw that the disciple walked up to the crowd, pulled them to whisper for a while, and then everyone showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and they all showed sinister smiles along with the disciple.

"Okay, this is a good way!"

"This one, this one, brother, your method is too good, everyone has been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"Yeah, hurry up, whoever has a treasure, hurry up and take it out!"

"I have it here. Before I joined the Three Ways Demon Sect, I prepared dozens of barrels in order to take revenge on an opponent. I had forgotten it in the spare storage ring. Unexpectedly, this It really came in handy once.”

"It was prepared before joining the Three Paths Demon Sect? It must have been decades?"

"Who says it's not? My baby, it's a 30-year-old wine!"

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Everyone was discussing, and Peng Xinlin, who was standing behind, was a little shocked. He suddenly couldn't understand what those people were saying, but when one of the disciples waved his hand and took out dozens of poop from the storage ring Only then did Peng Xinlin come to his senses with a face full of shock.

It turns out that the so-called baby, the so-called 30-year-old wine is dozens of barrels of shit!

Damn it, what a crazy person this must be to keep dozens of buckets of shit in the storage ring at any time!
Peng Xinlin looked at those juniors in amazement, and couldn't help feeling a little trembling in his heart!
But at this moment, the disciple who had taken power from Peng Xinlin waved his hand, commanding everyone to imprison all the disciples of Fengmo Temple on the ground with mana, and then he walked over with a dagger in his hand.

"What are you doing!!!"

"No!!"

"We know we are wrong, senior brothers, please let us go!"

"Don't, don't, we are all brothers in the same school, you can't do this!"

All the disciples of Fengmo Palace couldn't help showing expressions of horror and fear. They stared at the disciple who was walking slowly and shouted loudly.

"What are you shouting for? When you bullied a girl together, why didn't you remember that you are all disciples of the same school? Besides, you have to sleep with her? See if you can do it, you want to go to heaven?"

The disciple holding the dagger sneered, and then waved his hand. A disciple behind him walked up behind him carrying a bucket of 30-year-old feces, showing a strange smile.

"Open your mouth!!!"

The disciple holding the dagger looked fiercely at the third senior brother in Fengmo Temple, and said in a cold voice to Mr. Sihan who was beaten with footprints all over his body.

Mr. Sihan looked at him in fear, then shook his head frantically, and shouted while shaking his head: "No, no, no, my father is the suzerain of the Hanshan sect, you can't treat me like this!!!"

"cannot?"

The disciple sneered, then thrust the short sword into Young Master Si Han's mouth without hesitation, and snapped it hard!
Cracking, a few blood-stained teeth fell to the ground, and Mr. Si Han's mouth kept gushing blood, his painful veins twitched, and his eyes popped out.

"Pour!!!"

"okay--!"

Following the disciple's order, the disciple carrying the excrement bucket behind him smiled strangely, and then poured the 30-year-old excrement into Mr. Sihan's mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Mr. Si Han trembled and twitched all over, rolled his eyes a few times, and passed out completely.

(End of this chapter)