The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 55
"Who is making noise in front of my Xie Yu Palace?!"

A clear male voice approached from a distance.

Like a piece of ice without any impurities, yet majestic and self-generated.

Mo Rang stretched the knife forward, directly drawing a bloodstain, traces of blood flowing down the sharp blade, he restrained the scarlet eyes.

coming!

Now that the Lord has come, the minions are useless.Mo Rang raised his foot and kicked the tall and strong man with the square face into the crowd, overwhelming a group of green-clothed disciples. Although his kick was much lighter than that of the black-clothed swordsman, the tall and strong man still rolled over. He spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Is the Palace Master a big girl? She comes out after being called upon for a long time?!"

Mo Rang shielded Cai Lan behind him, his tone was full of sarcasm, but his smile was still so warm that it was difficult to find fault.

But now, no one will look down upon him because of that gentle smile.

Dozens of long swords were unsheathed, pointing at the man in ink-colored robes surrounded by the center, while Mo Rang just smiled and looked at the path that the Xie Yugong disciples separated respectfully.

A young man in a white Taoist robe and a red mole between his eyebrows walked over, his eyes were as silent as water, and he could be called a fairy.

He is an immortal who is difficult for the world to catch up with. He is enshrined in a shrine, but there is nothing but indifference in his eyes.

One can't help but wonder if women and children are dying in front of their eyes, and they can't be taught to blink.

The world is so ruthless.

Mo Rang cursed inwardly, "Human face and animal heart", and put away the long knife casually.

"Oh, it seems that you can come out earlier, and your lackey will be fine—"

He played an image of a cloudy and perverse person, even if he put away the knife, his aura did not diminish at all, and his eyes also imitated the wolf monsters in the wilderness, with the greed of choosing people and devouring them.

He was blatantly threatening a palace lord, but he didn’t know how the palace lord would react to his threat.
"I wonder if the knight is here to give you any advice?"

The white-clothed Taoist did not get angry because he called him "big girl". He still had a look of indifference on his face. The disciples who were waiting at the side felt as if they had found the backbone of the palace master when they saw the arrival of the palace master, and their fighting spirit became stronger.

"Yu is the lord of Xie Yu Palace——Fu Yulou, this person should be a disciple of Gui Yuanzong."

He was dressed in a Taoist robe with a dignified air, and his tone was flat.

Cai Lan frowned after hearing this. She had indeed heard that Xie Yugong had a new palace owner.

Mo Rang didn't expect Xie Yu Palace Mistress to be such a character, he thought that this Mistress would pretend not to know them after seeing them
My little tricks are too low in front of him.

"I wonder how the sect leader recognized the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect?"

"After Yu took over as Palace Master, I was busy with affairs, and I didn't have time to go to Yuanzong to pay a visit. Now, I only recognized you when I saw the saber familiar. The two factions have always been friendly. I don't know how the young man brought people up to the mountain to make trouble?"

The Taoist priest in white didn't care, just looked at the boy and questioned him.

"This junior didn't bring anyone into trouble, it's just that something happened urgently, and I urgently need to find the Palace Master for help!"

Cai Lan looked at the person in front of him with a clear demeanor, and for a moment didn't understand if she really wronged him.

He took out a crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it to the Taoist priest in white.

Fu Yulou frowned and opened the letter, his thick black eyes showing no emotion at all.

After a few breaths, he closed the letter coldly, looked up at the few people, put the letter in his sleeve and said, "I know about this."

"Maybe the palace lord will send someone to rescue?"

"No."

Fu Yulou didn't care about the young man's despairing expression, and after putting the letter away, he had no intention of returning it to the young man.

At this time, more and more people were watching. Seeing that everyone in Xie Yugong was surrounding the two knights, the atmosphere was tense, and they couldn't help but feel curious.

Fu Yulou said solemnly and sadly: "The fate of Gui Yuanzong's disciples is fate, and the fate of our Xie Yugong disciples is not fate? The ghost palace is besieged, and there is no one from each faction to rescue! Ask me, Xie Yugong, to save me. Even if we want to save him, it will only be a matter of life and death. I, Xie Yugong, cannot afford to have a thousand years of foundation destroyed in one go!"

The surrounding merchants and those who worshiped mountains and rivers and lakes were horrified when they heard about it. They had never heard of the power behind the ghost palace!How could it threaten such a behemoth as Gui Yuanzong? !

Although there are endless disputes among the various sects in the world, those like Gui Yuanzong who stand outside the world and can protect themselves need extremely strong strength. Not to mention that there are 63 martial artists in the sect, and the head of the sect alone has Wu Zongzhong. The strength of the next level!
Gui Yuanzong's strength is among the top three in Jianghu!
The most frightening thing is, why is Gui Yuanzong reduced to this point, but there is not even a little news in the rivers and lakes? !
Thinking about it makes people shudder...

Standing outside the crowd, a woman in red looked at the besieged tall and thin man with some fascination, and then walked away, like a red cloud.

Mo Rang cast a puzzled look, feeling like someone was looking at him just now?

He quickly turned his attention to the Taoist priest in white again, and had a bad guess in his heart.

Of course, Gui Yuanzong didn't just ask for help from Xie Yugong. It has been more than ten days since he sent a dozen teams of disciples to various factions in the rivers and lakes to ask for help. Xie Yugong, an accomplice of Linggong, told the story openly.

Then can he guess that the matter in Ghost Spirit Palace has been completed, and there is no need to hide the matter of destroying the sect? !

He gritted his teeth.

The demise of Guiyuanzong is definitely not an exception!These people are going so far...

"What's your relationship with Ghost Palace?"

Mo Rang asked directly, and the clear male voice caused another commotion in the crowd, only to hear the voices of "How can you wrong someone without evidence?" "Yes! Where is the evidence??"...

"Oh, evidence, as long as you dare to search Xie Yugong, you will definitely find evidence."

Say no to letters!Such a big monster can definitely be found!
Mo Rang could see the fierce eyes of the man in the white Taoist robe for a second, then covered it up again.

"Is it possible that Xie Yugong can be searched just by asking?!"

"I, Xie Yugong, have been famous for thousands of years. If I were to be searched by a nobody like you today, it would be the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

Amidst the noisy sound, the Taoist priest in white slowly raised his hand, and the voice behind him stopped surging.

"I do cherish feathers, but I'm not someone who can see Guiyuan perish. It's just..."

The Taoist priest in white took out another letter from his sleeve in deathly silence.

The red mole between the eyebrows was as scarlet as blood, and the eyes were pitch black and lacquered, as cold as the Nine Heavens Profound Immortal.

The crumpled letter that had been crumpled on the road finally reappeared at this time, and there were still traces of the youth's blood on it, dried on the dark and elegant small characters.

At that moment, the wind stopped.

Cai Lan looked at the small print on the letter with a helpless attitude.

The long sword in his hand roared mournfully.

"Nephew Yulou, Guiyuan's demise is a certainty, this is a must... I just ask my nephew to take care of me and send disciples...

Return to Yuan Cheng Chuya"

that season.

In July, cicadas sing in the wild grass.

The boy's heart is dead.

　Oops, I will talk less in the comments in the future, please don’t be restrained, speak freely, hehehe
　　Shuang Geng struggled, today's collection is too cold ()
　　Ask the big guys to give a collection, thank you
　　
　
(End of this chapter)