Xiuxian is like this

As for the good news, there are a few.

For example, Luo Ban's former teammates, Lu Bei believes that they are still alive, compared to himself, these lingering ruthless people are the biggest troubles of Qingshuimen's confidantes, and can share most of the firepower.

It is very possible that Zhao Xiayang is personally leading the ambush.

There is also Commander Wang, Yin... Yingming is not inferior to him, and he is also an excellent cannon fodder to share the firepower.

On the other hand, the team of middle-aged scholars, Lu Bei has no clue so far, looking at the straight stone road in front of him, he tightened the knife in his hand: "It's all here, so many cannon fodder attract firepower, I just want a way out, isn't it too much? "

"Fizz!"

The sound of a poisonous snake uttering a message came from behind, and it was familiar. Lu Bei turned around with a smile on his face, worrying that there would be no teammates with excellent hand touch to offer sacrifices, so She Yan came to the door on his own initiative. Such a spiritual state was enough to select the Person of the Year who moved Kyushu.

He secretly swears that if both of them are safe and sound during this trip, based on this friendship that lives and dies together, he will find She Yan to be his teammate next time.

From the gap in the wall, the little golden-scale snake drilled out of the crack the size of a fingernail, and walked to Lu Bei's feet, spitting out the letter with its head raised.

Lu Bei looked around, but he didn't notice the murderous intent, so he stretched out his hands and grabbed it, and it was empty.

What about Aunt Snake, where did Aunt Snake go?

Lu Bei squatted down, and pointed to the ground like a sword, and the little golden-scaled snake wandered around in place, still unwilling to climb into his palm.

"Sister Snake, why are you the only one? Where is Aunt Snake?"

"Hiss."

It's not his own pet. Lu Bei couldn't figure out what the little golden-scaled snake meant. His face darkened and he said, "Nod or shake your head, isn't Aunt Snake already cold?"

The little golden-scaled snake shook its head, and walked towards the stone road behind, as if it was leading Lu Bei.

Lu Bei got up and took a deep breath, looked at the straight passage that was either a way of life or a way of death, and chose to follow the little golden-scaled snake.

She Yan's ten-year contract of selling herself has not yet been fulfilled, so this deal cannot just be left alone!

If it was really cold, he would go to collect a corpse and inherit Qiankun bag, Sister Snake, and the pawnshop along the way, so as to pay homage to the spirit of his teammates in heaven.

The little golden-scaled snake was extremely fast, passing through more than a dozen passages like a golden lightning. When Lu Bei approached, it burrowed into the cracks in the ground, and went nowhere.

Lu Bei looked at the cracks in the ground speechlessly, thinking that Sister Snake didn't look very smart, and just as she was thinking, the sound of the mechanism starting came, and the stone wall rumbled up, revealing something mysterious.

Without thinking too much, Lu Bei took out the blood-stained Qingshuimen shirt, and quickly put it on himself.

Conscious that the scene was not realistic enough, he wiped his palm with the knife, his face was covered with blood, his hair was disheveled, and he staggered forward while leaning on the wall.

The little golden-scaled snake came out again, climbed up Lu Bei's trouser legs, climbed up to the cuff, and wrapped itself around his wrist.

"Who, who opened the mechanism?"

With the sound of footsteps, Lu Bei fell to the ground, moaning in pain, "Master...brother, help me."

"Why is junior brother injured so badly? Help me quickly and send him to the back hall for recuperation."

Lu Bei's hair was messed up, his face was blurred with blood, two disciples of Qingshuimen rushed over, before they had time to distinguish his identity, they picked him up one left and one right, and went straight to the depths of the underground palace.

Lu Bei groaned in pain and fell limp on the two of them. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of this place as a torture room prison, heavily guarded, and guarded by four Qingshuimen disciples, and two of them were very close to the organ, so they didn't dare to make trouble rashly. Enthusiastic brother dragged him to the next passage.

corner.

Click! x2

[You killed Wang Dong and gained 3 experience]

[You kill...

Lu Bei changed into clean clothes, picked up the key to the mechanism gate, straightened his clothes and hair, and whispered to the little golden scale snake in his palm, "Aunt Snake once said that you are extremely poisonous, and even boasted that I would die very quickly if I was bitten by you. Miserable, I don't believe it, now is the time for you to prove yourself...not to bite me, did the two buddies standing in the corner see it, don't worry about the venom, whether you can save Aunt Snake depends on your performance."

After saying that, Lu Bei let out a strange cry, stumbled and climbed out of the corner, and two disciples who were a little closer stepped forward with swords in hand.

"What happened, what happened to the other two?"

"No, it's not good, the junior brother who just came in has changed!" Lu Bei hurriedly got up.

"evil Dead?!"

At the moment when the two of them were surprised, Lu Bei jumped up violently. With Wujin's straight knife in his hand, amidst the blast of the wind, afterimages were pulled up, and they rushed in front of the two of them in an instant.

The pupils of the two shrank suddenly, and their hearts were terrified. They didn't have time to ask for help, but after the blade brushed their necks, they took a step slower and set up their long swords to block the attack.

At the same time, the little golden-scaled snake struck out in a flash, and the two remaining disciples of Shimizumen were about to turn on the trap and escape, but they felt numbness and tingling pain in their ankles, as if being pricked by needles, and fell down with black eyes in the next second.

Lu Bei stepped forward quickly, and intercepted 6 experience points with a knife in his hand.

[You killed Zhao Hu and gained 3 experience]

[You killed Zhang Long and got...

[…

After beheading all the six disciples guarding the execution room, Lu Bei took off the key and opened the dungeon door without any hesitation. The light in his eyes was dim, and the two rows of prisons stretched all the way to the end.

Inside the prison, iron chains wrapped around the human figure, Lu Bei couldn't see clearly, and under the guidance of the little golden-scaled snake, he came to the room where She Yan was imprisoned.

She Yan's condition is extremely bad at the moment, steel nails pierced her hands and nailed her to the wall, and steel claws clasped her lute bone. The most penetrating wound was on her neck, the thickness of the finger hole, and most of the blood had been drained.

Fortunately, she is a demon cultivator with amazing vitality. If it were an ordinary cultivator, Lu Beizhen could only inherit the inheritance.

The little golden-scaled snake quickly swam up to She Shan's shoulder, hissing and calling for its master, but She Shan was breathless and didn't respond, as if she was hibernating.

Lu Bei didn't dare to delay, and poured a bottle of blood-enriching pill into She Yan's mouth, and when she regained consciousness with her eyes half-closed and half-opened, she endured the pain and pulled out the steel nail claws as quickly as possible.

"Don't be afraid, your life is like a candle in the wind, you can't die."

Lu Bei grabbed She Yan's collar with a solemn expression: "It's important to save people, I've offended you."

She Yan returned with a weak and miserable smile, unable to say much.

There was a hiss, and with a little force, the mouth opened a little wider.

Without squinting, Lu Bei put healing medicine on the shoulder bones: "These hard-hearted bastards, no matter how you say, Aunt Snake, you are also a great beauty, and your maintenance skills are not much worse than 30 years ago. It is not a waste to be locked in the basement, but Beating you into a human form! It's unreasonable, it's an insult to the villain's style, it's even more insulting than insulting you, I can't stand it anymore!"

Hearing the familiar broken thoughts in his ear, She Yan was so relieved that he felt a strong sense of weakness, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

The little golden-scaled snake was in a panic, pushing She Shan's chin again and again, trying to wake her up.

"Stop hissing, she won't die." Lu Bei patted the troublesome little golden-scaled snake away, simply bandaged She Xuan's wound, carried it on his shoulder, and left quickly.

"This little brother...can you act righteously and save my life..."

Lu Bei stopped when he heard the sound, and saw the figures in the prison clearly. He was a strong man with a strong body. If he remembered correctly, he was a demon cultivator just like She Yan, corresponding to the tortoise among the four spirits. In terms of vitality alone, he was more tenacious than She Yan.

The icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow.

Thinking so, Lu Bei swung his long knife to split open the prison. The bright light of the knife flashed one after another, violently cutting off the steel nails and claws.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't accompany you. You can heal your injuries yourself!" A few bottles of healing medicine were left behind, and Lu Bei carried She Yan out of the prison without saying a single word of nonsense.

"Thank you!"

……

When She Yan woke up again, he found himself lying in a alchemy room, with a dull pain in his shoulder bones and palms, and his whole body was weak, as if his cultivation base had been broken.

Lu Bei washed the scabs on his hands. Seeing She Yan waking up slowly, he took out a shirt and put it on her body. He frowned and said, "You've lost too much blood, and it's a burden to bring you with you. I'll put you in the alchemy furnace first. I’ll come back to find you when I find out the way out.”

"It's troublesome." She Yan responded hoarsely.

Lu Bei nodded and didn't say much, picked up She Xuan and jumped onto the alchemy furnace, kicked off the top cover and put it in.

This alchemy room was one of the two that Lu Bei had found before, and it was barely safe.

Just as Lu Bei closed the top cover and was turning to leave, the little golden-scaled snake swam out of the alchemy furnace, crawled up to his wrist and wrapped it into a gold bracelet, and She Yan's weak and undetectable voice came from the alchemy furnace: "If you don't come back, , and you will be its master from now on."

"Aunt Snake, you know me. You are trustworthy in terms of character, and you do what you say. When you say something, it doesn't count!"

Chapter 59 Xuanyin Division

At the crossing of the punishment room, the little golden-scaled snake repeated its old trick, burrowing into the cracks in the ground and opening the mechanism from the inside.

Lu Bei strode in wearing a long gown of Qingshuimen, he looked like a matter of course, if he didn't know, he thought he was really a disciple of Qingshuimen.

Seeing that there was no one to deal with the corpses on the ground, he made up his mind. He didn't care whether the demon cultivator who belonged to the tortoise in the prison left or not, picked up a long sword and walked towards the apse.

Unable to find the teleportation array and the exit, Lu Bei secretly made trouble, and came to the two corpses ambushed by the little golden snake, activated the mechanism, and walked into the stone path illuminated by the luminous beads.

Intuition told him that this road is very likely to be an exit, but the greatest possibility is to lead directly to Shimizumen's lair.

This lair is different from the previous traps, he has found the enemy's back route!

……

In the deep layer of the underground ruins, huge formations of stone carvings are spread all over the ground, and ice-blue spiritual veins are criss-crossed and gathered from all directions along the route of the stone carvings.

At the center, Zhao Xiayang presided over the formation, and under his orders, the disciples opened the bloodline mechanism one by one.

"Master, the one surnamed Wang is missing. We have searched the underground palace but we can't find where he is." A tall and thin disciple stepped forward quickly, half-kneeling on the ground to plead guilty.

"Look again, the four bloodline organs are only short of his fox blood, and digging three feet will have to dig him out."

Zhao Xiayang snorted coldly, the ruins were in jeopardy, and the only way to get in and out was through the teleportation formation. Such a big fox couldn't fly out even with wings, so how could it not be found.

The tall and thin disciple took the order to leave, and Zhao Xiayang continued to preside over the formation. For some reason, he thought of something. Against the blue light of the spirit vein, his already gloomy face was so gloomy that it couldn't see through.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the darkness, and they slowed down before reaching the big formation.

Ten people in black clothes and masks stood in a row. Although the number was far less than the hundreds of Shimizumen disciples who drew their swords out of their sheaths, everyone's face masks were stained with blood, and the cold light of the blade was dazzling, and their momentum was not weak at all.

"Hmph, Xuanyin Division!"

Zhao Xiayang glanced at the ten people with a blank expression: "Ten miscellaneous fish dare to come to die, Zhao wants to see if you Wu Zhou's minions are really as rumored by the outside world, and you won't feel pain when you cramp and remove the bones."

Xuanyin Division, also known as the Black Clothes Yamen, is a military institution of Wu Zhou, mainly engaged in intelligence collection, arrest, interrogation and other activities, and is directly responsible to Emperor Wu Zhou.

Because of the outrageous and bad service attitude of arresting, interrogating, and convicting, and they will not be removed from the shelves due to bad reviews and complaints, Wuzhou people's expressions change when they talk about it, and even the royal relatives avoid them.

In addition to the territory of Wuzhou, the Xuanyin Division also operated secretly in neighboring countries, espionage, assassination, instigation, subversion of the regime, etc., capable and incompetent, almost by itself.

Ironically, the most infiltrated place by the Xuanyin Division is not other countries, but the Huangji Sect, which is known as "the emperor will never fall, and Wu Zhou will never die".

And because Huangjizong had a profound influence on the Wu Zhou regime, a strange situation of mutual penetration was formed between the two.

If there is a Xuanyin Division undercover undercover Huangjizong, who is sent by his superiors to Xuanyin Division as an undercover agent because of his loyalty, and finally reveals his identity, he was an inner disciple of Huangjizong from the beginning. The water is so muddy.

Luo Ban, one of Zhu Ting's personal guards, used to work in the Xuanyin Division. His old profession was intelligence and assassination. Once he was ordered to protect Zhu Ting's safety and was appreciated by him, so he was dug out from the Xuanyin Division.

Of course, it's hard to say whether Luo Ban really succeeded in changing jobs, or Xuan Yinsi deliberately placed him next to Zhu Ting, or whether he is actually a disciple of Huang Jizong.

Lu Bei didn't know these things, and he was too lazy to think about it. He only knew that Luo Ban was from the Xuanyin Division, the largest intelligence agency in Wu Zhou, so he passed the news of the Qinggan royal family's tomb to the past.

Afterwards, these ten men in black acted as uninvited guests.

10 to 100+

The battle is imminent.

Zhao Xiayang was not in a hurry to make a move, so he asked the disciples to stand still and look into the darkness: "Don't hide, the force of these ten people is not bad, but if you say that they can reach this place unscathed, someone Zhao doesn't believe it. It's very meaningful, come out and lead to death!"

The voice fell, and there was a burst of applause in the darkness.

Lu Bei judged that the middle-aged scholar with an unknown camp led five people out, stood in front of ten black-clothed men, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Xuan Yinsi, Qingwei, Chu He, the head of Zhao are all well and good."

"Laughing to death, it's the first time I heard that Xuan Yinsi's dead person has a name."

Zhao Xiayang sneered and sneered, and then said with a cold face: "Don't talk nonsense, I, Qingshuimen, have no intention of being targeted by your Xuanyin Division. Today, either you die or I die."

"Nonsense is nonsense, but you can't say that! Head Zhao, it should be said that there is a wrong and a debt. You are you, and Shimizumen is Shimizumen. How can we generalize."

Chu He swept across the group of disciples, without changing his smile: "Master Zhao is a remnant of youth, and the death of a desperado is not a pity. Are you sure you want to accompany him to die?"

A group of Qingshuimen disciples remained unmoved, determined to live and die with Zhao Xiayang.

Chu He smiled even more intensely: "Everyone, don't rush to make a decision. The rebellion will harm the three clans. Think about your parents, wives and children at home, and think carefully before answering."

"Hahaha, what Zhao thought was some nonsense, it turned out to be just bullshit."

Before all the disciples could react, Zhao Xiayang laughed loudly, and pointed at Cheng Jian and pointed at Chu He: "Put away your hypocritical face, everyone knows Xuan Yinsi's tricks, it's for parents, wives and children, you If I don't die today, I will have trouble sleeping and eating up and down Qingshuimen."

As soon as Zhao Xiayang finished speaking, all the disciples of Qingshuimen revived, all of them were full of murderous aura, and they looked at Chu He and others like dead people.

"If you are obsessed with obsession, you should be beheaded!"

Chu He sighed, and then smiled wryly: "You are not afraid of death, I have no chance at all, can you ask Master Zhao to help me, who is about to die, Qinggan left such a large-scale spirit-gathering array, if you want to for what?"

"Spirit Gathering Formation?!"

Zhao Xiayang disdains: "Little Qingwei, his vision is mediocre, as for what he wants to do, next year when you die, Zhao will burn a piece of paper to tell you."