The leader has a black moonlight + extra episode

The entourage bowed their heads and retreated, and Wen Xu called the left and right to bring wine to the table, and talked and drank with everyone.

When he was so drunk that he couldn't figure out the personnel, he probably finished talking about how to attack the Blood Lotus Sect, how to divide the soldiers into three groups to attack the monsters, how to capture the leader of the bandits alive and how to divide up the property.Even when the celebration banquet will be prepared, everything is arranged in every detail.

The smell of alcohol in Luoxia Manor was mixed with a bunch of indistinct and vague rhetoric... No, raving after drinking.

"Report!!!" The urgent and flustered voice sounded extremely disharmonious at this time. The spy ran profusely in sweat. As soon as he entered the villa, he knelt in front of Wen Xu, panting heavily: "Villa...Villa owner, Wu Jin appeared!"

Pat, the wine bowl shattered to the ground.A group of drunks seemed to have been given a pot of sober medicine with excellent curative effect, and their eyes immediately focused on the spies who broke in rashly.

"What did you say? Where is it!?" Someone in the yard asked anxiously.

"In...in Yan Qimo's arms."

"Is this true?! When did it happen?"

The spy lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Two hours ago, Yan Qimo appeared in Jiangxia Green Forest with the brocade in his arms. Those heroes in Cangzhou...have died."

ah!When everyone heard this, they were all stunned.Isn't Wu Jin missing?Why did it suddenly appear again!Moreover, it is rumored in the Jianghu that Wuwangshen Sect and Blood Lotus Sect have always been incompatible, and their relationship is tense. Every time they meet, they will inevitably meet with swords. Why... just said the spies... Yan Qimo is holding the witch brocade? !

Damn it!Sure enough, the rumors are all false!

A person deeply felt that he had been tricked, and the bold words half a quarter ago were now full of hesitation.The strong wine burned his throat, and he couldn't swallow it, so he spit it out, which would be too embarrassing.

It was Wen Xu who calmed down first, and beckoned everyone to be calm and not to be impatient: "It seems that the Blood Lotus Sect has formed an alliance with the Wuwang God Sect, and this time I am afraid it is trying to design us to throw ourselves into the net. Stay still, don't fall into the trap of the thieves. You might as well wait to spy on the enemy and see what kind of conspiracy they have, then it will not be too late for us to make plans."

"The proprietor is right." Wu Jin has returned, so it's better for them not to act rashly.

"Then let's wait and see, so as not to be tricked by them. In short, it will be a matter of time to wipe out this group of evil spirits and crooked religions!"

A group of people in Luoxia Manor discussed and discussed, and even suppressed the head of the Qinglian Conference, and prepared to observe carefully to see what the two of them, Wu Jin and Yan Qimo, were up to.

In addition, there is a group of people who are hurriedly stepping into the Jiangxia dense forest full of dead bodies.

"Water Guardian, there are several corpses here!"

In order to find the whereabouts of the witch brocade, the Blood Lotus Sect has been traveling all over the world day and night, especially in the case of the left protector team in the frigid waters, which has hardly stopped in the past few days.

A group of congregants were exhausted, and it wasn't that they hadn't thought of suggesting a rest, but when they saw the cold face of the guardian, and thought about the relationship between the guardian and the saint, they knew that the usually calm and calm guardian might have turned upside down at this moment.

Now that the saint can't be found for a day, it must be hard to sleep and eat if the guardian wants to rest.The congregation pushed themselves and others, and decided to continue looking for someone despite their exhausted bodies, gritted their teeth and guarded the law.

Shui Youhan glanced at the corpses on the ground, it turns out that it is not uncommon for a few people to die somewhere in this Jianghu.What caught people's attention was that each of these people died in a strange way, and there were several black and purple faces.

This handwriting... is rare in Jianghu.

The congregation keenly noticed this strangeness and immediately reported it.Shui Youhan went to several corpses and knelt down to examine them one by one, especially at their fatal wounds.

A group of congregation members looked at each other in dismay, with surprise in their eyes - when examining these corpses, the hard and cold outline of the guardian obviously showed a change of expression that hadn't been seen for several days.

Sure enough, there is news of the saint!

The author has something to say: Tomorrow may...maybe it will be discontinued...for a day.Migraine for the past two days, and my mind is heavy... If tomorrow is not good, there will be no update.Sorry in advance...

Xiaoyi: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Little Dream:? ? ?Where did you get your brain?Isn't there already?

Xiaozhong: [Tucao] She used to have one, but was eaten by zombies a few days ago when playing Plants vs. Zombies, and now she is an idiot.

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Chapter 11 Miss Jin

Wuwangshen Sect is located on a high cliff with jagged rocks, the edge of the cliff is cold and windy, and a few birds flap their wings suddenly.

The terrain is high, like a majestic palace towering three feet above the clouds. If it is put into the painting, it will definitely be commented by talented scholars-"heaven and earth".

Wu Jin came out of the secret passage, and after seeing it, he couldn't help being dazed.

Who said that the lair xué of evil cults must be gloomy, dark, and even look like a devil's lair?It's just people's wishful thinking.

The Wuwang God Sect is completely different. The green tiles and carved eaves are uneven and stand tall, like palaces in the sky that have fallen into the mortal world, and the emperor's palace is nothing more than that.

The small path of the church hall is surrounded by flowers and trees, and the light fluttering dances in the air. A long single-plank suspension bridge spans the middle of the hundreds of feet of hanging ridges, crosses the floating clouds, and leads to the back mountain of the god religion.