I Have a City in a Different World

Accidents happened suddenly and people were caught off guard.

Fortunately, this is not the first time that something like this has happened, and the monks are not too flustered.

When the gravel fell to the ground, the violent psionic energy was released, and the danger disappeared.

The embarrassed monks stuck their heads out from all corners and constantly looked around the cave.

Obviously want to see if there are casualties?

Then they saw the white-faced monk whose head had been smashed to pieces and had fallen to the ground.

"Dead!"

A cultivator exclaimed and rushed forward immediately to see if there was any possibility of rescue.

When he got closer, he let out a sigh of relief.

The head of the white-faced monk was smashed, and only the chin was left on the neck. I am afraid that even the immortals could not save him.

"This guy is really unlucky enough..."

The monks onlookers murmured, but in their hearts they secretly rejoiced that it was not him who was hit by the stone.

Otherwise, at this moment, he would lie on the ground and let a group of people watch and sigh.

Several leaders were a little flustered, just because of the identity of the white-faced cultivator, he was the big leader of the secret base.

Among all the monks, the big leader has the highest cultivation level.

Because only this son survived, he usually took extra care of him, and even kept him at the base for personal gain.

The purpose of this is to avoid accidents.

Even if he was so careful, he lost his life in a confused way because of a sudden psionic explosion.

I don't know how the big leader will feel after hearing the news?

The matter has already happened, it must not be concealed, and someone can only be sent to inform the chief.

All the monks present hid aside and remained silent.

The bearded man sat on the rock, in shock.

He is still unable to confirm whether the accidental death of the white-faced monk has something to do with him?

In other words, the death of the other party is related to the mysterious powerhouse.

The other party heard his own thoughts, so he took the initiative to help and killed the white-faced monk?

If that's the case, the bearded man really doesn't know, should he thank Tang Zhen?

Thank Tang Zhen for making his wish come true, killing the bastard who targeted him, so as not to be targeted and made difficult in the future?

But the problem is that I just think about it casually, and I don't really want to kill this guy?

Beard was very depressed, and felt that he was thinking too much, and the psychic explosion was just a coincidence.

When he was thinking about it, he saw a figure flashing over and picking up the corpse of the white-faced cultivator.

"My son wakes up...!"

The big leader hugged the corpse and let out a mournful roar, making no secret of the grief in his heart.

"Why, why only my son was killed, but you were unscathed?"

The big leader glared at all around, his eyes seemed to be devoured by people, and he kept sweeping over the surrounding monks.

"This is just an accident. After all, the psychic explosion is unpredictable, and other monks were also injured..."

There is a small leader who seeks truth from facts and explains a sentence to the big leader.

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

The leader roared loudly, his eyes rounded.

"My son escaped the catastrophe of the world, and I escaped the pursuit of the reapers, there is no doubt about luck.

Master Shenxiang once said that my son has great luck, and it is very likely that he will turn the tide and help my monks overcome the catastrophe.

Even a special gift of luck charms was given to ensure that my son's luck would be prosperous and avoid all accidental disasters.

But now, you are still alive, how can my son die! "

The big leader was furious and said his reasons loudly, but he heard the monks frown.

These words are too ugly, saying that even if everyone else dies, his son will definitely not die.

Is your son born nobler than others?

Although everyone knows that this is what the big leader means, no one dares to make it clear.

However, it has been proved that the luck of the white-faced cultivator is indeed average, otherwise he will not be smashed by a stone.

If the big leader is not convinced, he can go to the master of the gods and ask him what the problem is.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the big leader took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the grief in his heart.

The cold and gloomy eyes swept around again.

"The old man now suspects that someone took the opportunity to plot and secretly killed my son!"

After hearing this sentence, the cultivators' expressions changed greatly, and they stared blankly at the big leader.

Could it be because his son died and was severely stimulated, so he would say such a thing?

The facts are in front of us, and it was obviously an accident caused by a psionic explosion, which led to the death of the white-faced monk.

The big leader didn't believe it, and it was simply unreasonable to insist that someone had sneaked an assassination attempt.

If this is the case, wouldn't all the cultivators present become objects of suspicion?

If this matter goes wrong, it will cause collective dissatisfaction among the monks, and even cause civil unrest.

But the big leader doesn't care, at this moment he only thinks about avenging his son.

"Everyone present, who has a grudge against my son?"

"Say!"

The big leader looked at everyone, his eyes were like knives.

"Forehead……"

The little leader who just inquired about the news was the first to be stared at by the big leader, and suddenly became a little flustered.

He knows the strength of the big boss, and if he wants to kill himself, it will be effortless.

In this secret base, the big leader who once served as an elder in the top sect has great power.

If he is not satisfied, his life will be very difficult.

The little leader rolled his eyes and saw the beard by accident, and immediately had an idea in his heart.

"By the way, just before the psionic energy exploded, the young master had an argument with this fat beard."

"Pfft~"

The bearded man who shrank his head and stood aside almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

I saw him slowly raise his head, showing a stunned expression, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"You bastard, humiliating people's innocence out of thin air, you're just crazy!

Just now, the communication between me and the son was only a few words, and there was no hatred at all.

When the psionic energy exploded, I avoided it without hesitation, and didn't care about anything else at all.

Besides, the master's cultivation is far above my fat beard, so how could he be killed by my sneak attack? "

The fat beard screamed, but there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

He really doesn't know if this matter has anything to do with him, but he can't admit it at this moment.

Otherwise, the furious leader would definitely not hesitate to smash his head into a rotten watermelon.

Don't think that the other party dares not. Today's world has collapsed and disordered, and if you are strong, you can make rules at will.

For example, in this secret base, the big leader has the highest authority, and few people dare to confront it.

If you are really hated by the other party, even if you are not killed, you will be targeted everywhere.

Or being assigned the task of sending him to death, he will not die at the hands of the enemy, but will also be assassinated by the dog-legged son of the big boss.

It is also not so easy to leave the secret base.

In case of being captured by the enemy, the location of the secret base will be revealed, and then the Reapers will attack.

Even if the Reaper is avoided, it is also difficult to survive in the outside world, because there are fatal dangers everywhere.

Surviving alone is no different from courting death.

The strong desire to survive prompted Fat Beard to argue loudly, and tried to arouse the sympathy of other monks.

Saying that he killed the white-faced cultivator by sneak attack is nonsense in itself. I believe that other cultivators are very clear in their hearts.

As long as one person speaks, according to the bearded defense, other monks will also take the opportunity to help testify.

We are all companions and usually support each other. Knowing that Big Beard is wronged and wronged, the monks will never fall into trouble.

While the fat beard was defending, the big leader's gaze was like a falcon, and he looked over viciously.

Looking at his eyes, as if to see through the beard.

The fat beard's heart trembled, still biting his head, putting on a look of injustice and grievance.

"You guys are average, and you can kill ten reapers unscathed, this is very abnormal.

Just returning to the base, there is a psionic explosion, which is too coincidental.

Even if there is no murder of my son, you must be investigated to confirm that there are no problems. "

Hearing the words of the big leader, the monks who had just participated in the ambush battle were surprised at the same time.

If he is caught for investigation and falls into the hands of the big-handed minions, he is afraid that he will be stripped of his skin even if he does not die.

The seized loot will be greedy.

"Just kidding, we have made great achievements, why should we be censored?"

"Things are clear, I believe everyone can see it clearly, what is there to be suspicious of?"

"That's it, we are not convinced!"

In order to protect themselves, the monks defended loudly, making the scene more and more chaotic.

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