At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The dead body was covered with blood.

A scarlet mark appeared on Wuju's neck, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Before he died, his eyes were still wide open, and there seemed to be a flicker of unwillingness on his face.

His head fell to the ground with a thud, and watching his partner of many years die in front of him, the grief and anger in Wuju's heart instantly surged into his chest.

He suddenly looked at Wuwei, who was wearing an evil ghost mask, and stared at the front with resentment: "Wuwei, you lunatic!"

"I didn't want to kill him, you forced me to do this!" Wuwei's voice was icy cold.

He would not let the young master get his wish. He wanted to unite the other two forces to fight against Tianwaitian, but he didn't expect them to be a group of spineless people.

He was just a hostage for twelve years, what was there to fear?

So what if Tianwaitian had two masters of the Free Heaven Realm? With the three forces united, even the two guardians would have to think twice.

Wushu's eyes widened with anger, and his teeth chattered.

"You will pay the price for this!"

As soon as the words fell, Wushu's figure flashed, and he rushed towards Wuwei like a ghost, holding a sharp sword in his hand and taking Lingyun steps.

However, facing Wushu's rage, Wuwei was not in a hurry.

It is well known that the two Wujuewushu of Tiangang are first-class masters when they are together, but not as good as the bandit leader of Mangshan when they are apart.

The two of them joined forces, one sword and one knife, and they were invincible in the same realm, and they could fight against the masters of the Heaven Realm with ease.

Now that Yidao is dead, what waves can this sword make?

Wuwei sneered, and the surrounding wind blew up, rolling up countless dead leaf butterflies.

Wherever the long sword goes, leaves fall!

The two of them immediately started a fierce fight, with swords and shadows interweaving.

Wushu's moves burst out with fierceness, and every sword swing was full of anger and hatred.

However, Wuwei's skills were extremely agile, and he could always easily avoid Wushu's fatal attack.

Wushu's sword moves became more and more fierce, but he could never touch Wuwei at all. He was anxious and his sword skills gradually became messy.

Suddenly, Wuwei seized Wushu's flaw and chopped her hair that was originally tied up with a knife.

The sharp sword force made Wushu fly out instantly, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Wushu, you lost." Wuwei stood in place, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

Wushu struggled to get up, and his loose hair covered the beauty.

"Wu Shu, I've said long ago that incompetent people are not worthy of you. It's not too late for you to submit to me now."

"Don't even think about it!" Wu Shu gritted his teeth, and a raging fire burst out from his eyes.

"In that case... just die." Wu Wei raised his knife and slashed it, and blood splashed on his face.

A strand of black hair fell to the ground, and Wu Wei picked up the beautiful face, and blood flowed along the wound, dripping on the shoes.

Seeing this beautiful face, the coldness in Wu Wei's eyes gradually faded, replaced by obsession and tenderness.

This beautiful face is the face he thinks about day and night.

At this moment, she will always exist and will never change!

Wu Wei raised a wicked arc at the corner of his lips, and reached out to dye Wu Shu's pale lips red with blood.

Then, he lowered his head, stretched out his tongue and sucked greedily...

On the way back, the Disha soul suddenly stopped, and the surroundings were silent, as if he had stepped into a vacuum zone.

He turned his head slightly, and saw the hideous and terrifying evil ghost.

"You..." The soul raised his hand, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, blood splashed, and the soul fell to the ground immediately, dying with his eyes open.

"If leading the demon sect is as simple as this, it would be great." Wuwei sneered.

He began to look forward to it, looking forward to how the members of the two forces would react after the death of the leader of the Tiangang Disha.

Imagine that the young master had just returned to the sect and summoned the four forces to discuss.

No one would know the result of the discussion. They only knew that the leader of their own force died on the way to the young master's summons.

"Young Master, how are you going to deal with this upcoming chaos? This is really exciting..."

Then, Wuwei turned into a faint light and rushed into the forest, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

With Wuwei's departure, the forest returned to peace.

The wind blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if telling the sadness that had just happened.

Soon, the bodies of Wujiuwusui and Hunpo were discovered by the disciples of the sect.

On the other hand, Wuxin was shocked when he learned that the leaders of Tiangang and Disha were both killed.

He realized that the seriousness of the situation was far beyond his imagination.

The originally planned negotiations turned into a tragedy. After that, all forces will inevitably fall into chaos.

chaos and panic.

Wuxin knew that he had to act quickly, otherwise the entire domain would be plunged into endless disputes.

The demon sect was on the rise again, and a bigger storm was brewing...

So, in such a situation, what should he do to stop the civil strife?

The answer is of course...

"This is the top Biluochun from Tianwaitian, produced at the cliff of Tianshan Mountain, and less than 200 grams are picked in a year."

"Please!" The white-haired fairy poured a cup of tea for Xiao Ruolin.

Facing this junior, he had already regarded the other party as a distinguished guest of Tianwaitian.

Xiao Ruolin's martial arts talent and means just now completely convinced him.

This young man is even better than Baili Dongjun back then.

You know, Baili Dongjun is the one with the highest martial arts talent in their generation.

Xiao Ruolin picked up the teacup and sniffed it lightly. The fragrance of tea was overflowing and refreshing.

He looked at the White-haired Immortal and smiled slightly, "Thank you!"

The Purple-robed Marquis, who had always disliked Xiao Ruolin, also stopped his hostility.

At this moment, he clearly recognized the white-haired boy in front of him.

It's better to be friends than enemies!

"Uncle Mo, Uncle Yu Ji, you can go down and prepare." Wu Xin said to the two of them lightly.

The White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis looked at each other and retreated, leaving Xiao Ruolin and Wu Xin alone.

"In this way, there will be no bloodshed, right?" Wu Xin looked at the three people lying on the ground and said with a smile.

"Hey~" Xiao Ruolin shook his head, "To be honest, it would be better for you if these three people died."

The three people lying on the ground were Wuji Wushu and Hunpo. At this moment, they were lying on the ground unconscious, and their consciousness fell into a kind of sleep.

Wu Xin stood up and said with a smile: "Let's put a perfect end to this drama, don't let everyone wait anxiously."

...

Outside Yue City, the three forces gathered, and thousands of people raised their weapons in indignation, shouting to give an explanation.

Wu Wei, surrounded by Renwairen and others, pushed three black coffins slowly.

The members of Tianwaitian on the city wall were all confused when they saw this.

Facing the indignant people who had lost their minds, they naturally did not dare to open the city gate at will.

It must be said that Renwairen has a high voice in the church. After twelve years of hard work, their influence in the church has reached the extreme.

After Wu Wei spread the news of his leader, the two forces did not doubt it at all.

In just half a day, thousands of people gathered to come to Tianwaitian to ask for punishment.

Rumble...

The city gate opened, and Wu Xin walked out slowly under the support of Baifaxian and Ziyihou.

Instantly, the people of Tiangang and Disha surrounded them.

Marquis Ziyi frowned slightly, waved his iron fan forward, and the members of Tianwaitian behind him formed a human wall to separate everyone.

"Everyone, if you have something to say, let's talk. What's the point of blocking the gate of Tianwaitian?" Wuxin smiled warmly.

Bang!

Seeing the real master coming out, Wuwei immediately jumped off the black coffin.

He waved his hand, and the followers of Renwairen pushed up three coffins.

"Young Sect Master, please give us an explanation, why the leader of Tiangang, Wujiuji, and the soul of the leader of Disha are lying in this cold black coffin?"