Master respects him by serving the devil

On this day, Min Cang was extremely lively, and almost all the famous figures from the Eight Great Immortals and Hundred Cities of Nine Provinces came.

It involves the life and death of Kyushu, come and show mercy!

They either kept their swords, or ran away and killed countless good horses that could travel thousands of miles a day. After hearing the news, they rushed here non-stop.

Some were worried, worried that something serious had happened, after all, Min Cang never played games; some felt a little regretful because they didn't have time to watch the excitement because of the execution of Su Ye last time.

Anyway, this time people came very quickly and completely.

If someone wants to wipe out all the immortal sects of Kyushu and set up an urn in Micang, there will be no one left, but these immortal sects are quite conceited, and they don't think there will be such people in Kyushu today, and it's not 200 years ago.

Mount Zhuoguang, located at the head of the Immortal Gate, came quickly and urgently. Even the owner of the mountain, Shi Jueming, who was unwilling to participate in the disputes of the Immortal Gate, came here in person.

It is even more certain that this time it must be a major event involving Kyushu!

Seeing that Xue Lang was not in a hurry to speak, he even asked his disciples to bring refreshments, and exchanged pleasantries.

Shi Jueming's face turned black, he hurriedly approached the pagoda master Xue Lang, and said straight to the point: "The pagoda master had better have something important to do, the crisis in Kyushu is still unresolved, and all sentient beings are still in dire straits, Shi is impatient to listen Ta patrons talk about him left and right."

He really doesn't have a good impression of Xuelang, the ancient prohibition has not been completely repaired, and the monsters are still raging in the world. The most important thing to do at this moment is to kill the monsters and save the people from the fire and water, instead of coming here to waste time.

Seeing the peaceful living room of the Min Cang Pagoda, refreshments come and go, he will believe in any arty and absurd thing that happens next.

Thinking of this, Shi Jueming's face darkened even more.

Xue Lang was not annoyed, no emotion could be seen on his gray face, he just said politely: "Master Shi Shan, don't worry, everyone will be here soon."

Shi Jueming grimaced, snorted coldly, and sat down.

He would like to see what unimaginable things this demon tower master will do.

He has always looked down on Xue Lang, not to mention what kind of means the tower owner used to get to the top, the Min Cang Pagoda has never been responsible for killing demons and demons. They also keep saying that they want to judge this and that.

The most indispensable thing in this world is people who use the word "justice" to talk about things.

The people who farm and produce are self-sufficient, and they don’t need to collect protection fees to supervise the farmers, and the common people don’t need someone who makes rules for them and restricts their freedom.

Naturally, these ideas will not be recognized by everyone, but Shi Jueming himself thinks so.

He felt ashamed in his heart, and he couldn't even set Zhuoguang free. After all, human nature needs to be restrained.

But he just couldn't understand Xue Lang dressing up like a ghost, talking nonsense in a strange way.

Shi Yu Nie is his son, after all, he looks a little like him, standing behind his father, that's what he thinks too.

It was almost time for people to arrive, but Xue Lang was still exchanging greetings, talking nonsense, pushing and shoving.

Shi Yu pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, "There's so much nonsense!"

Coincidentally, Xue Lang heard him, and gave him a sideways glance, his eyes were so cold that it made people tremble all over.

Shi Yu bared her teeth and said loudly: "I mean, listening to what you have to say is like listening to what you have to say."

Du Heng who was standing beside him tugged at his sleeve, Shi Yu Nie curled her lips with her sword in her arms, rolled her eyes, stared at the sky in a daze, and didn't bother to care about others.

Xue Lang didn't feel embarrassed, and walked to the center of the hall under the eyes of everyone. He was wearing a linen gown with wide sleeves, with his hands folded, palms clasped in front of his waist, as if he was doing some trick.

"Xuemou invited everyone here today because there is indeed an important matter. This matter involves the survival of Kyushu, and what he said is true."

The hall was full of people who came, and some people couldn't see the ink stains, and shouted bluntly: "Snow Pagoda Master, don't play tricks, speak quickly!"

"Yes, yes, if you have something to say, let it go! I have come all the way, and I am in a hurry to go back to get rid of the demons. Damn, those little monsters are blocking the gate of my city!"

Xue Lang glanced at everyone present, as if to confirm that everyone was here.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Su Ye is not dead, he just returned from Guanchouhai."

The scene was silent at first, and then suddenly someone roared with laughter.

"That's it? Is this worth calling us all the way?"

There was also someone with a dark face, who was quite annoyed and said: "Ming Cang Pagoda has to see the time to make fun of people, right?"

"Su Ye committed a crime and deserves to die. Hasn't he already entered Guanchouhai? Life and death are fate, and it's his fate to come back alive. As long as he doesn't kill any more, it's none of our business!"

Someone nodded repeatedly, and echoed: "Is the Cang Pagoda too trivial to make a fuss? Even if Su Ye is a disciple of Immortal Chensi, his cultivation level is only that. He is just a little boy with yellow hair, and he can still threaten Kyushu? Why is the master of the Snow Pagoda so afraid? "

"Exactly! Which monster escaped from the restriction is not more fierce than him?"

In the midst of cursing, some people thought that their city had not calmed down the demons, and they were tricked into mercy by such absurd reasons. They were so angry that they were about to slam the door and leave, but they were stopped by the disciples at the door.

"Xue Lang, what do you mean?" The man was furious.

Xue Lang was not annoyed, and said in a cold voice: "What if the breaking of the ancient prohibition is related to Su Ye? What if the monsters who entered the world are also related to him? What if Su Ye is a demon himself?"

As soon as he said this, the living room of Nuo Assembly Hall, filled with hundreds of people, was suddenly silent, as if an errand passed by, as if time stood still.

It was the silence that Shi Yu Nie broke first.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

His voice trembled violently. He was first surprised that Su Ye was still alive, and at the same time he was ecstatic that he met Bai Ruoyi a few days ago. Logically speaking, if Bai Ruoyi and Su Ye went to Guanchouhai Being alive, why did he only see Bai Ruoyi?He also felt that no matter what, it was a good thing that Su Ye was alive, but the next moment, Xue Lang was labeled as a "demon".

When Su Ye was tried, the Devil-Eating Holy Water really proved that Su Ye was a devil.

Now that the restriction is broken, and there are tens of thousands of monsters in Kyushu, who would care about Su Ye?

In a peaceful and prosperous age, the lone demons would naturally be exterminated. In troubled times, there were too many demons to be dealt with urgently, and no one would care whether Su Ye was dead or alive.

But Xue Lang's words undoubtedly pushed Su Ye to the forefront. Even if most people think that Su Ye is a brat who can't make waves, so what?

They are still afraid, what if?What if it becomes a prophecy?What if Su Ye was really that scary?

I'd rather kill one thousand by mistake than let one go. If I misplace it, I'll let it go. The ones who suffer are not the immortals, but the common people in the world!

The crowd was buzzing, they had already begun to hesitate, Shi Yu Nie's reprimanded question was like a stone thrown into the cold pool of the abyss, only made a circle of ripples, and then sank quickly.

Shi Jueming's face became even darker, and he said in a deep voice suppressing his anger: "Can Snow Pagoda Master be responsible for his own words? You say this is a demon today, and that is a demon tomorrow. Anyway, if you say something wrong, it's nothing more than wronging someone. And it won't delay the glorious Cang Cang Pagoda."

Xue Lang pressed the back of his hand, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, and said, "What Lord Shi Shan said is true, Xue will naturally not say something baseless, please wait a moment."

There was still chatter in the hall, people who didn't like Xue Lang thought half of it was because he made a big fuss, and the other half thought that no matter what, hidden dangers should not be let go, and the devil should not be appeased.

Shi Jueming had a headache from the quarrel, rubbed his forehead, looked up and saw Zhong Yuxiu, who looked uneasy and haggard, sitting in a corner, unremarkable, couldn't help but feel strange, Su Ye was just a disciple in his mountain, he would protect him anyway In a few words, Zhong Yuxiu is also an uncle who loves Su Ye very much, so why doesn't she say a word?

Without thinking too much, he summoned Du Heng who was beside him and gave some instructions, and Du Heng nodded and went down.

At the same time, a disciple of Min Cang Pagoda rushed over and whispered something in Xue Lang's ear.

Xue Lang: "Everyone, Su Ye, who escaped from Guanchouhai, has been captured by my Min Cang Pagoda. What is the truth, please go to the dungeon with Xuemou and witness it with your own eyes."

Someone immediately retorted: "The people here are all the sect masters and lords, so it's inappropriate for so many people to go to a bloody place like a dungeon?"

Xue Lang: "It's not that Xue is neglecting the guests, but...Su Ye has gradually become a demon, and he can only be restrained in the dungeon by the 'trapped cage'. I am really worried that something will go wrong on the way to escort him, so I ask everyone to condescend." .”

As soon as the word "trapped cage" came out, everyone gasped.

The cage is the method used by the Mincang Pagoda to imprison prisoners. It is usually used to imprison the heinous and vicious people. It has not been used for many years. Even when a powerful monk like Dong Ling was arrested 20 years ago, it was only With the trapped spirit lock, the immortals in Kyushu have never seen a prisoner who is worthy of the trapped cage. Once the trapped cage is released, the Daluo Immortal can't escape.

Everyone's expression gradually turned away, and they didn't dare to take this matter lightly any longer, most of them followed Xue Lang to the dungeon.

The dungeon had already been dealt with by Xue Lang. Except for Su Ye, all other prisoners had been transferred. Even the sticky blood stains and various instruments of torture had been cleaned up by Xue Lang without leaving any traces. With the dark, musty and bloody smell, everyone might think this place is just a secret room.

Some people admired that the dungeons of Min Cang Pagoda were clean and there was no blood, while some scoffed, thinking that the dungeons were originally places for interrogation and detention, so there was no need to make them grand.

The buzzing of tongues was mixed with the buzzing of the ears, but it seemed that the dungeon was not so eerie.

Along the way, Shi Jueming's face was dark and he was in a very bad mood. He occasionally glanced at Zhong Yuxiu who was walking by him. This uncle didn't say a word, but his face was as pale as a dead person's. His expression was dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking over Wu Yangyang's head, he found that Yun Fei, the master of Yunmiao Mountain who always liked to join in the fun and show off, was not there, and only arranged a few disciples here and there to make up the numbers.

I had some bad premonitions in my heart, but thinking that he, the mountain lord, had already arranged for his disciples to contact Bai Ruoyi. The master who is extremely protective of the calf has come, and he has retired.

The long steps are very long, turning seven turns and eight turns like they are going to the underworld. They don't know how long they have walked. It is clearly late autumn, but it feels like the temperature has dropped to the cold winter, which makes people tremble.

If it wasn't for a mere dungeon, it wouldn't be able to trap so many monks, and they might feel that Xue Lang was deliberately luring them into this place to catch them all.

Although they don't know why they have such thoughts, they have no grievances with the Mincang Pagoda in the past, and they have no enmity in the present. The bad guys want to harm me".

Swallowing his saliva, he timidly and unconsciously moved closer to his familiar senior brother, and bravely followed the crowd, rushing away.

The corridor is long and narrow, and the ever-burning lamps on both walls flicker on and off, making people's hearts dance in clusters.

"Ah—ah—help! Help—"

Heart-piercing screams came from the end of the corridor, and the black crowd couldn't help trembling, their pupils shrank suddenly, and some timid disciples staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

The voice moved from far to near, gradually, a silhouette appeared in the darkness, and soon became clear.

It was a blood-stained disciple who almost lost his human form. The flesh on his body seemed to be embedded with fragments of bricks and tiles. At first glance, he thought it was a rock that had turned into a spirit. There was not a single bit of skin visible on his body. The only target is gray-black stone fragments.

The timid disciple's legs were shaking like sifting chaff, and he couldn't stand steadily. If he hadn't been firmly pressed by his master's shoulders, he would have run away a long time ago. His Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed nervously.

"What's going on?" Xue Lang's complexion didn't change, as if she was naturally cold and indifferent to everything.

The disciple looked distorted, kneeling in front of Xue Lang convulsively, unable to speak in pain.

Xue Lang was short, and stuffed a pill into the disciple's mouth.

In fact, this person was doomed to die after being injured like this, but everyone wanted to know what happened inside, and wanted to ask a question or two from this dying man.

With sharp eyes, Shi Yu could see clearly that the elixir was not a medicine for healing, but a medicine that blocked the perception of pain. This disciple was doomed, and after blocking the perception, he would use the remaining life span to confess his last words.

Such a treatment method is wise, but what makes people feel weird is that the elixir that blocks perception is usually not very effective, at least not so large that it needs to be carried around.

The tower owner seems to be prepared...

Shi Yu Nie pursed her lips, and wanted to confirm her guess with Du Heng, only to find out that the elder brother was arranged by his father to run errands, so he had to close his eyes and stop talking.

The inhuman disciple suddenly opened his eyes in a moment and came to his senses. He didn't feel any pain. When he raised his eyes and saw Xue Lang, he thought that the Pagoda Master had saved him.

It's not easy for the immortals to intervene, so they looked around with a guilty conscience, a little blind.

"Tell me first, what happened inside?" Xue Lang urged.

The disciple's pupils slackened for a moment, and then, like waking up from a nightmare, he screamed and screamed, and the sharp voice reached everyone's ears with the momentum of shouting.

"...that prisoner! He's a demon! He's crazy! Ah—he, he killed Xiao Wu, and he's going to kill me too. I run fast, his eyes are red, he's a demon...he..."

"Who is he?" Xue Lang asked coldly.

"Su Ye! It's Su Ye! He...he calls himself 'my lord'!"