Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

Fear, suspicion, and confusion all appeared on the faces of the group of monks in an instant. They couldn't imagine that their suzerain whose head and tail could not be seen by the dragon really no longer existed in the world, but the pockmarked boy in front of him was using An indifferent face that seemed rather strange at the moment said to them.

Their overlord is dead.

Death is really dying in this cultivation world.

That person was lying on the ground, his body already limp like a mollusk, his clothes were thrown in front of them at random, and fell heavily on the grass, already messy and wrinkled.His face was bloodless, and his lips were black and purple.

The joy that everyone felt in the abundance of true energy before seemed to be trapped in their hearts, and they finally regained a trace of sanity in their hearts.The old man in white without a trace of true energy lingering around him turned out to be the Suzerain who usually stood on top of them with a cold and arrogant face like the foundation stone of the Blood Martial Alliance.

The Golden Core cultivators present still remembered that yesterday, the Sovereign called them to the main hall of the Blood Martial Alliance to discuss with them the infiltration of foreign enemies. After a short night, Donghe, the suzerain of Changle Weiyang who was still alive yesterday, unexpectedly left just like that.

This is undoubtedly a great blow to the Blood Martial Alliance. Without the only Nascent Soul cultivator, how will the Blood Martial Alliance gain a foothold in the cultivation world, and these little cultivators should resist those cultivation families who came to avenge themselves.

The sins of many years will use the most powerful method to gather to a commanding height after today, and all will explode.

Hurricane Town, within a few days, will definitely set off a wave of changes.

The disease of chaos is finally exposed, and the sect is facing the barrenness.

The green mountains and green waters are still there, and the setting sun is slanting into the sea tide.

From the very beginning, sects that do not use righteous methods will eventually fail, and sooner or later, the outcome is also doomed.

In the previous life, it was only a few years too late.

Wang Junsheng was wearing the Taoist robe that belonged to the Luoxia Taoist Academy of the Blood Martial League, and his face was still so ordinary that it could no longer be ordinary with a pockmarked face, but at this moment, his face was no longer what he had seen at the foot of the Blood Martial League before. Instead of respect and admiration, it is an expression of indifference to show ambition and tranquility to make speeches far away.

Just like the sentence he said before, it was clear and indifferent, without a trace of expression, just simply stating a fact.

A trace of cold sweat gradually broke out on the foreheads of all the monks, they stared closely at the young man in front of them with their own eyes, and swallowed heavily with a gurgling sound in their throats.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Did you kill the suzerain?" The voice was slightly sharp, even trembling.

Wang Junsheng said nothing.

But those people around don't need Wang Junsheng's answer, they always have their own version in their minds, and they deeply believe in what they think.

"That's right, it was this boy, it must be this boy who killed the Suzerain!"

"This guy is not a simple guy at all. He is a demon cultivator. He must be a demon cultivator. In this place, he must be a demon cultivator! He must have used some unscrupulous method to sneak attack on the suzerain, otherwise how could he have killed metropolitan……"

Someone murmured. "A devil...a monster...not a person...what are you..."

In the presence, none of the monks dared to do anything to him first, not to mention that they believed that Wang Junsheng was not an ordinary monk, but an out-and-out demon cultivator. More importantly, they cherished their lives. In the deepest part of their hearts, they never thought that they should lose their years of cultivation for the sake of their suzerain.

Wang Junsheng looked at the chaotic situation in front of him coldly.

This is what he wanted.

Doubt, let go, expose your ugly side.

Liberate everything and let the current situation become more chaotic.

But although those monks have these rather unstable mentalities, of course there are still some monks with better brains and who have been restless and kind from the beginning.

And there are plenty of people there.

Smiling Tiger stared at Wang Junsheng with a painful gaze for a while, and then turned to the back with a questioning tone, still a little dazed, completely unable to understand that his so-called disciple killed the suzerain of their Blood Martial Alliance.

"Friar Han Yi, you should tell me what's going on? Is he a disciple of your sect?! What a terrible guy you brought into our sect! He turned out to be a demon cultivator!"

This questioning was clearly heard by other monks around, and the focus shifted from the guess that the young man in front of him was a demon cultivator to the fact that the young man in front of him was wearing a red Taoist robe and belonged to Luoxia Taoist monastery.

They are all the challengers that the smiling tiger needs.

"Brother Han Yi, how could you bring such a terrifying guy into our Blood Martial Alliance?"

"Friar Han Yi, this demon cultivator killed our suzerain, shouldn't you give an explanation?!"

"Everyone killed Brother Han Yi to avenge our suzerain."

With this sound, all the focus was shifted to the crusade against Brother Han Yi in an instant.

Cultivator Han Yi's face was livid, and he was furious. He gritted his teeth and stared at the smiling tiger, and said, "Friar Burning Heart, don't bully others too much. Do you still remember that you also want this young man?"

The smiling tiger attacked with a heartbroken heart. "Who would have thought that this would be your conspiracy. I would have never thought that you would deliberately let a demon cultivator enter our sect, which would almost contribute to the flames..." He lowered his head in pain, tears welling in his eyes.

"Today, I will rectify the name of the suzerain and kill you, a traitor of the sect!" He said, having wiped away his tears, and left with a blow of the rattan whip.

Everyone saw that Brother Smiling Tiger Burning Heart was fighting with Brother Han Yi. Some monks had already taken up the trick of Smiling Tiger, thinking that Brother Han Yi must be a traitor to the master, and some monks hesitated and stood still, not knowing what to do. How to react, while the other monks were not provoked by the smiling tiger's scheme to sow discord, they immediately distinguished the current situation and began to dissuade them.

Immediately, the monks were divided into three groups from the original team.

Brother Zhuo Lan put away his concentric flute, and resisted the frenzied monks. His gentle temperament, which is not against others, has long since restrained, and instead he shouted loudly: "Don't be provoked by thieves! Maybe he is the teacher!" You are a traitor! Before the real traitor is exposed, none of us will know who the traitor is! The current strategy should be to arrest that young man and torture him severely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other monks regained their composure a bit, but they were still hesitating, not knowing whether to listen to what the smiling tiger said, or to believe what Brother Zhuo Lan said.

While they were hesitating, they heard someone outside shouting suddenly: "No, that guy has already run away!"

Everyone was surprised, and hurriedly turned their heads to look at the open space where the boy was standing just now. Sure enough, on the ground, there was only the cold corpse of the Sovereign, lying alone on the open ground.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they finally decided to take a step back and grab the boy before discussing it.

They quickly ran to the woods where the boy ran away, and stepped on the ground, leaving a series of footprints.

But the old man in white who was respected by those monks on the ground just now was ignored by no one. In the chaos, he was stepped on a few times without anyone knowing.

The backs of the monks walked away one after another, no one noticed, but a black-clothed monk did not leave the large army, but quietly waited for those people to go away, and then walked slowly in front of the white-clothed old man. Sit down slowly.

The old man in white who looked at the ground with a pretty face was gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth were terrifying. "Sovereign Lord, you are finally dead, do you know how happy this makes me?"

He stretched out his white palm, tilted his head and patted the cold cheek of the puppet-like person.

The cheeks are still elastic, and when they are patted like this, there are still obvious sounds in the woods.

The monk in black smiled and said: "Sovereign Master, you always say you should treat your disciples well, and I treat my disciples like this too, but why do you refine those lovely disciples into monsters? Why do you force We kill each other, ignore us step by step into the abyss, and suck the true energy of those young people?"

He patted the suzerain Donghe's cheek again, and the clear voice came again, but it was much louder than the previous two.

He tilted his head, brushed his hair back, and picked it behind the ear with his fingertips, his beautiful face was clearly exposed in the forest.

He squinted his eyes and smiled piercingly.

He grasped the neck of the old man in white with his hands, and he would close it and release it for a while, but he kept asking, "Why?"

"why?"

"why?"

The refreshing majesty blows through the forest, the leaves tremble and make quiet calls.

The sun is shining, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and August is healthy.

**

Wang Junsheng stepped on the Heroic Sword and leaped through the forest quickly, and at the same time glanced at the row of monks behind him from the corner of his eye.

Really haunted!

He gritted his teeth secretly, but he recited the sword formula silently, letting the sword body fly him farther.

He originally thought that they would stay for a while longer and give him more time to escape, so that he might be able to last until the moment when Fuxishan monks came to rescue him, but he didn't want to, those people reacted more than he thought Come here sooner.

He was still considering which way was more convenient, but a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.Wang Junsheng quickly used his sword tactics to resist.

Before, in order to avoid his whereabouts being discovered, he had been secretly suppressing his true cultivation, but now, he didn't need to suppress any more.

Immediately after being summoned by Wang Junsheng, the Heroic Sword shone brightly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the shadow in front of him, which was constantly changing and constantly appearing in front of him.

Millions of sword tips pierced those millions of black shadows, but Wang Junsheng could feel it, it was not over yet.

Sure enough, the next moment, a slight sound was heard in his ears, Wang Junsheng immediately turned around and backed away, and the sword in his hand glides out as soon as it flies.

The man immediately became alert, and wrapped his body with his true energy to protect himself, but at least, the guy who had been wrestling with Wang Junsheng for a long time finally showed his face.

It was Brother Zhuo Lan in yellow clothes, and immediately after, Brother Han Yi came one step behind.

Wang Junsheng secretly recited the sword formula, and the heroic sword that had already flown out immediately returned to Wang Junsheng's hand with a dazzling blue light.

Seven of the eight monks came, and one disappeared.

Wang Junsheng settled down on the grass, smiled slightly, and asked mockingly, "Seven against one?"

Cultivator Han Yi snorted coldly: "Today, we must capture you alive."

"Magic Xiu?" Wang Junsheng felt that he had heard the biggest joke. "Are you talking about you, or me?"

"Go! Don't talk to that demon cultivator!" Cultivator Han Yi was startled by what he said, and ordered immediately.

This sentence coincides with the thoughts of the other six monks.

Wang Junsheng sneered, and sacrificed his heroic sword, and the offensive in his hand was gone. "Even with seven enemies and one, you are not my opponent."

With a "bang", the eight lights and shadows finally entangled together, entangled endlessly.