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"Hmph! What's so strange! What the Demon King wants is not Junior Brother Qiu's life, but the map in his hand."

At this point, Fu Chuanxin fell into deep thought and stopped talking.

The moonlight beads stretched the silhouettes of the three people long and cast them on the wall.

"That's it, junior brother. Now that the Demon King has left the lair, we are going to do something big."

Junior Brother Zheng was quite reluctant to give up. He took out a red bead from the bag and hung it in the air. He then took out a dagger, cut his finger, and squeezed a drop of blood onto the red bead.

The bead flashed with brilliance and suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a round mark appeared in the middle of Junior Brother Zheng's forehead. At first glance, it seemed as if he had an extra eye.

"Senior brother, what should we do next? Should we go out and meet Hall Master Nie?"

Fu Chuanxin shook his head, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Nie said he encountered some trouble there and couldn't get out for the time being.

In addition, the black epiphyllum taken away by the Calabash Gate was requested by Elder Qu. If he couldn't get it, Elder Qu would have no way to explain it.

As long as the Divine Orb of Insight is here, the Demon King cannot sneak attack us. "

"Then how to find that brat from Calabash Gate?"

Fu Chuanxin thought for a moment and said, "Hulumen has information about the secret room, and the underground palace is so big. We can't catch them if we walk around like this. Instead of blindly searching, it's better to wait and wait."

Junior Brother Zheng reacted immediately, "Senior Brother, you mean we wait for them at the exit?"

"good."

The man surnamed Qiu said, "But there are eight exits in Tianxiong City. How do we know which one he takes?"

"Although there are eight exits, four of them require the Elder Token of the Wanling Sect. This token is so precious. Our Xuanding Sect has only collected three pieces in thousands of years. I don't believe that the young man has the token in his hand.

As for the remaining four exits, they rely on mechanisms to open and exit. "

Junior Brother Zheng asked, "Does Senior Brother know how to open the mechanisms of the four exits?"

Fu Chuanxin shook his head, "I don't know, we all came in openly with tokens, who has the patience to crack the mechanism.

But judging from the boy's behavior, he must have information on his hands, recording the collection of secret rooms and how to open the mechanisms.

Let's capture him, not only to get back the Black Epiphyllum, but also to seize the jade slip in his hand! "

Junior Brother Zheng and the big man surnamed Qiu nodded repeatedly, "Congratulations, Hall Master!"

"Let's go, go to the nearest exit first."

The three of them walked through more than a dozen corridors when Fu Chuanxin suddenly stopped and said via voice transmission, "There is movement ahead."

He raised his hand and shrouded the three people in a smoke umbrella, and their figures and auras suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This is Fu Chuanxin's favorite magic weapon. He used this weapon to hide in the Iron Man Formation Hall before, and even Bai Hu's Ancient Divine Thought Technique could not detect it.

The beauty of the smoke umbrella is that it not only hides the figure's aura, but also does not affect the monk's actions. As long as he does not use any moves to reveal his magic power, others cannot detect it.

The three of them cooperated very skillfully, with Fu Chuanxin walking in the middle, and Qiu and Zheng, one on the left and one on the right, following Fu Chuanxin three feet behind.

After turning two more stone corridors, I heard the faint sound of weapons clashing.

Junior Brother Zheng looked at the map and said, "This is the Palace of King Qin Guang."

"Go over and take a look."

The Qin Guangwang Palace is the first of the ten palaces of the Yin Division, located in the middle of the Gen section of the underground palace in Tianxiong City.

Among the Ten Great Yamas, King Guang of Qin is in charge of the good and evil deeds, and the good people are guided to salvation; those who do more evil and have less good deeds are escorted to the high platform on the right side of the palace, called the Evil Mirror Platform, where they are ordered to look at it and see whether their hearts in the world are good or bad. He criticized the second palace and was punished and suffered in prison.

The sculpture in the center of the main hall is naturally King Guang of Qin, with leopard eyes and a lion's nose, a long beard, wearing a square crown on his head, holding a wat in his right hand on his chest, and he looks majestic.

There are two rows of ghost soldiers in front of the palace, one row is polite and is responsible for welcoming the good people; the other row is hideous and ugly, holding iron chain whips, responsible for escorting the evildoers.

The three masters of the Xuanding Sect sneaked in silently, hid behind a ghost soldier, and watched intently.

A fierce battle was going on above the main hall. On one side were Ye Fazhen and the boy in Xuanyi, while on the other side were two strange men.

The man on the left is dressed in black, with long hair hanging down his shoulders. The most conspicuous thing is that he has a huge nose, which is curved like an iron hook;

The one on the right is dressed in white robes, with a long face and a third eye in the middle of his forehead.

Different from Junior Brother Zheng's use of the Divine Bead of Dongming, Zheng's magical bead was temporarily integrated into the physical body, and there was just an extra red dot on his forehead. However, the eye on this person's forehead was clearly black and white and was open steadily.

When Fu Chuanxin saw it, he whispered, "Two more tough fights!"

Junior Brother Zheng didn't recognize those two people and asked, "Senior Brother, what are the origins of these two people?"

"He's from the Feng family."

"Guanzhong Feng Family?"

"Yes!" Fu Chuanxin nodded, "It's the Feng family, one of the four largest trading houses in the world..."

The four major trading houses are Guan Zuoning Family, Guanzhong Feng Family, Haining Society and Shuzhong Eighteenth League.

The most powerful among them are the first two families. It happens that the Feng family and the Ning family are not far apart, one is in Guanzuo and the other is in Guanzhong. Therefore, they are increasingly incompatible with each other, and they are constantly fighting openly and secretly.

Fu Chuanxin continued, "...these two are senior brothers, both disciples of True Lord Jiuyou. The one with the hooked nose is senior brother Goshawk, and the one with three eyes is junior brother Bai Quan."

Junior Brother Zheng, a man named Qiu, was slightly shocked when he heard about True Lord Jiuyou.

"The disciple of old monster Jiuyou is not easy to mess with."

"Hehe, that's right." Fu Chuanxin said, "Among the four major trading houses, the Feng family always only cares about the purpose and unscrupulous means.

This junior fellow apprentice is a guest minister of the Feng family. He also smiles in front of his face, turns around and uses the knife, and his methods are vicious and cruel, and he will massacre the opponent's entire sect at every turn.

The cultivation world privately calls them Feng Family Eagle Dogs, but no one dares to call them that in person. "

Junior Brother Zheng asked, "How are these two people's magical powers?"

Fu Chuanxin said, "They are the proud disciples of old monster Jiuyou, so of course they have great magical powers. Now, look, senior brother Goshawk is fighting with Ye Fazhen now.

Junior brother, you have also fought against Ye Fazhen, so you know how fast his full moon scimitar is. But you see, now that the two are fighting, Goshawk is still able to do it with his bare hands. "

Above the main hall, human figures are leaping, Ye Fazhen's sun and moon swords are coming out at the same time, shooting stars are chasing the moon, and brilliance is leaping.

The goshawk swung its long sleeves to take some time to dodge in the light of the sword, only defending but not attacking.

On the other side, in the battle between the white dog and the boy in black clothes, the situation was exactly the opposite.

The white dog held a meteor hammer and smashed it into the face of the young man in black clothes. There was a big difference between their realms. If they were outside, the foundation-building monk would be dead in just three or two rounds.

However, with the Xuan Shou robe on his body, the young man in black clothes could not touch a corner of his clothes even if the opponent's hammer emptied it like a wave.

The young man in Xuanyi offered an oval copper shield with a tiger's head painted on it, with its mouth wide open. The shield was so wonderful that it turned into seven flying cymbals and shot towards the Venerable White Dog. Go, and then merge into one again, blocking White Dog's meteor hammer.

The two fought for a long time, with hammers and flying cymbals constantly clashing, making endless clanging sounds.

After watching for a while, Junior Brother Zheng said, "If we fight like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to tell the winner for a while."

Fu Chuanxin sneered, "Don't worry. Goshawk and White Dog are notorious villains. Since they take action, they will definitely not leave anyone alive."

Junior Brother Zheng's eyes lit up, "Then let's just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. By the way, senior brother, what is the most powerful magical power of the eagle and the dog?"

Fu Chuanxin said one word at a time, "Use poison! They are masters of poison, and their methods are weird. Their opponents often die accidentally. As for what kind of poison they use, it has always been a mystery."

Junior Brother Zheng was puzzled, "Why is this? They killed countless people and stole goods. Even if they destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, they will always leave some clues."

Fu Chuanxin said, "Of course there are clues, but they are of little value. Because the poison they used is very weird and will disappear quickly. The poison cannot be extracted from the corpse."

Junior Brother Zheng and the man named Qiu were secretly shocked when they heard this. Monks are most afraid of encountering three types of opponents: witchcraft, poison, and poison. They often fall prey to them inexplicably, making it impossible to defend against them.