Bend that ghost

In the submerged prison, the silence was like wine, Liao Zhi squatted in the cell next door after being speechless by Wen Zhijiang, and never came out, Wen Zhijiang was not willing to communicate with him, so he let him hide.

Unexpectedly, two acquaintances were ushered in again, Wen Yuan and Jing Lian who had stepped on the lotus.Wen Yuan's face was ugly, and he said as soon as he showed up: "Zhijiang, tell me, how many people have you offended???"

Wen Zhijiang was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what Wen Yuan meant, and asked instead, "What's wrong?"

"..." Only then did Wen Yuan realize that Zi's tone was hasty and he didn't speak clearly, so he rearranged his words and said in a deep voice: "Someone in Yangjian sent a message to Cui Jue, saying that the psychic world is preparing to deal with your little boyfriend. "

"What?" Wen Zhijiang was stunned for a moment, his calm face suddenly turned pale, he leaned on the wall and got up, with the golden light of spiritual silence shining in his ears. "who is it?"

Jing Lian was stunned. He had been in the sinking prison for many years, and he had never seen anyone who could use spiritual power in the sinking prison.

"It is said that Maoshan is the leader." Wen Yuan said in a low voice, cursing in a low voice: "These shameless old bastards actually bullied our two juniors of the Wen family. Lian'er and I can't go to Yangjian. Can you live?"

Can you bear it?

Wen Zhijiang didn't know, but he hoped that Lu Li would quickly avoid the limelight.

After a while, Jing Lian said again: "Not only Maoshan, but I heard that many sects have joined forces. I am only worried that he wants to leave but can't."

Wen Zhijiang's face calmed down instead. He touched Lingji by his ear, and walked over the Wangchuan River expressionlessly, and walked to the door of the cell. His shapely knuckles closed on the metal railing. He retreated under the golden light, he broke open the two railings, and walked out of the cell in silence.

The golden light is shining like a god's residence.

Liao Zhi who just came out was shocked. Is this person really a ghost? ?Wangchuan water is of no use to him, is it? ?

It's strange, he has guarded the sinking prison for many years, there are runes on the railings, and he has never seen a ghost with the strength to escape from the prison.

This person doesn't look like a ghost at all, on the contrary, he's stronger than an Earth Immortal.

Wen Zhijiang looked sideways at the shocked crowd, but he only had Lu Li Anwei in his heart, and he spoke clearly, "Please... the two ancestors, please help me."

Wen Yuanjinglian glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at Liao Zhi.

"..." Liao Zhi was as innocent and quiet as a chicken.

He suddenly felt very unfriendly, and a chill ran down his spine.

The sky was fine, the sky was blue and the sun was cloudless, there was no wind or rain, Zhengyang came to the door at this time.

Lu Li's door was wide open, and he sat down on the stone in front of the ancient tomb. From a distance, he saw a figure in a blue-gray Taoist robe approaching, and raised his hand to say hello: "Hey, Elder Zhengyang is here? I'm waiting for you I've been waiting for a long time."

Looking again, hey, there are only people from Maoshan, and no other sects. Lu Li laughed annoyingly, "I heard that there are many people, why are you from Maoshan here?"

Zhengyang smiled kindly, flicked his whisk, and said a Daoist slogan: "Wuliang Tianzun, since Mr. Lu knows that Pindao and others are coming, he must also know the reason why we are here, so please give us an explanation." .”

"Explanation?" Lu Li sat alone on the stone with his knees bent. The long windbreaker swayed slightly in the breeze. It was a bit more unrestrained and unrestrained, or a fairy-tale style. Explanation? Elder Zhengyang’s words are really inexplicable, I, the head teacher of Yinshan, can’t go to the underworld for two days, why don’t you talk about it when he comes back?”

Zheng Yang pretended to be ignorant with his understanding, he, Lu Li, had never lost to anyone compared to a scoundrel, the old and the young each had their own reasons.

Zhengyang Duan has a good elder demeanor, smiling unabated, "The death of Jian Shaobai, the young master of Yinshan Mountain, the death of the elder Chuyan, and even the lives of many people in the ghost market are all related to you, Mr. Lu. Don't you think Mr. Lu is going to kill you?" Give Maoshan an explanation?"

"Pfft, hahahahaha." Lu Li laughed unceremoniously, mockingly, and finally stopped after laughing for a long time, as if he had heard some great fun, and sarcastically returned, "Jian Shaobai and Chu Yan died because of occult control. The bastard who can control occult is familiar with you, Zhengyang, so why push it to my Yin mountain? As for the ghost market, the world has its own justice. If Yang leads others to find fault, he will naturally not hurt innocent disciples.

Suffering on your own, you still have the face to ask me for an explanation?You Maoshan people think about it with your duodenum, what is right and what is wrong about the ghost market? ! "

Lu Li's words were sharp and didn't give Zhengyang any face at all. His face was already torn apart, so he might as well say it out loud.

Even if the elders in Maoshan were not normal, it wouldn't mean that all the disciples had flaws in their minds. He couldn't believe that this group of people didn't feel any guilt or uneasiness if they spoke so clearly.

The Maoshan disciples looked at each other, although they didn't want to admit it, but Maoshan was indeed at fault for the ghost market.

The ghost market is innocent, and Maoshan slaughtered the ghost market to force out the headmaster from Yinshan Mountain. Such actions are so cruel, even if they are ghosts, they stay in the mortal world with integrity, and killing ghosts is like killing people.

Seeing the changing faces of many disciples, Zhengyang's smile faded a little, and he said again: "Mr. Lu, there is no need to change the subject, don't mention the ghost market, the death of the young master and the elder Chuyan, can Mr. Lu just pretend that nothing happened?" ?"

"Of course not." Lu Li refused, with a more sarcastic smile, "After Jian Shaobai died, Qiao Mu tried his best to track down the murderer, and the weakness of puppetry. When Chu Yan died, there were you Maoshan Guyun Guqing Testimony, coupled with the spiritual policeman Gu Xiu, is enough to prove that we have nothing to do with it. Now, what right does Maoshan have to execute me without authorization?"

Lu Li spoke eloquently, sonorously and forcefully, his eyes sharply swept across the dodging crowd, and he squinted and said with a smile: "Children of Maoshan, since you are cultivators, you shouldn't discriminate between right and wrong. The elder in front of you, you Ask yourself, is he worthy to be the elder of your Maoshan?"

Sow dissension, who wouldn't?

Lu Li thought carefully about what he said just now, but he didn't find any mistakes. He said what he said, and he reminded him. As for other people's choices, he can't interfere.

The scene was silent for a while.

Zhengyang sighed and said: "Mr. Lu, I don't want to argue with you, so why should Mr. Lu turn black and white? My Maoshan disciples can't sacrifice in vain, offended."

Lu Li almost laughed out loud, suffering from the lack of evidence in hand, he raised his lips indifferently and smiled, his brows were unrestrained, "Come and try?"

After all, Yin Shan and Mao Shan were torn apart in the open. Lu Li got up and stood proudly, his eyes determined.

Wen's, Yinshan, and Wenzhijiang, he will guard them well and fight until the last moment.