Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 130: Murder in the dark night, deep love for your son.
The violent burst of energy directly raised a small pillar of smoke and dust on the spot, and the entire two-door residence collapsed.

Yi Chen's own cultivation level was far superior to Chen Qing's, and he was unruly and sneak attacked Chen Qing when his vigilance was at its lowest.

Chen Qing and the woman in white are naturally unlucky as a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

One hit.

Yi Chen held a strange translucent mask in his hand and disappeared without a trace under the cover of night.

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"drive!"

"drive!"

Under the moonlit night, the earth-yellow galloping road was splashed with sand and dust by horse hooves, and an incomparably splendid middle-grade dragon horse galloped past on the galloping road.

There is a big bulge on the forehead of the dragon horse, and there is a faint black air under the hooves. It is as fast as lightning, like chasing the wind and the moon.

The strong wind pressure brought down the weeds on both sides of the road.

If we look at it from the perspective of Yi Chen's previous life.

This dragon horse did not run fast, but flew too low...
However, Zhang Dabei of Qianhu in Muyang County still felt that it was not fast enough. Black veins bulged on his forehead, a section of his forearm was missing, and he was covered in blood.

Behind him, there was a red escaping light biting behind him, and from time to time, it shot out a streak of bloody brilliance towards him like a cat playing with a mouse.

"You can't hold on anymore, are you going to die?" Zhang Dabei had a look of despair in his eyes.

He never dreamed that the people of the Purgatory Demon Sect would dare to be so bold. The First Holy Son Hu Bugui led his men to raid Ansi, the town of Muyang County.

If his cronies hadn't desperately resisted and issued a warning, and the dragon and horse under his crotch were powerful, I'm afraid that the entire Muyang County would have fallen silently into the hands of the Purgatory Demon Sect.

Thinking of his colleagues who ran out to cover him, Zhang Dabei's eyes suddenly turned red.

"No, even if I die, I must spread the news."

"The Purgatory Demon Sect dares to risk the disapproval of the world. The imperial court will definitely not let them go."

"Damn bastards, they quietly raided my Muyang County. What do they want to do?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhang Dabei bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood that spurted out instantly turned into a blood mist, covering Long Ma and his figures.

In an instant, Ryoma's speed increased again, and he avoided the inevitable blow of the person behind him.

"interesting."

"But your struggle is of no use at all. Everything is doomed."

The young man in the red escape light grinned, stopped his playful expression, and accelerated again.

Seeing Dun Guang chasing after him again, Zhang Dabei's eyes showed a look of despair.

Then it was replaced by ecstasy in an instant.

On the gallop ahead, a middle-aged scribe wearing a blue gown suddenly appeared.

This man is eight feet long, has extraordinary momentum, and is running quickly on the galloping road.

"Zhenfu Envoy, something bad has happened. The people of the Purgatory Demon Sect have gone crazy. Hu Bugui led his men to raid our Muyang County Zhen'an Division."

"All the news is blocked and cannot be spread."

"My subordinates risked their lives to break out and report the news."

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is another village.

Zhang Dabei turned over and dismounted. Regardless of his appearance, he rolled and crawled to the middle-aged scribe to report.

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhang Qianhu, you did a good job, leave the rest to me."

"You are tired, take a good rest."

The gentle voice of the middle-aged scribe came, which was exactly the same as the voice in Zhang Dabei's impression, just as reliable and powerful.

An invisible powerful hand suddenly strangled Zhang Dabei's throat.

Click.Zhang Dabei's body fell limply to the ground.

"Zhu Zhenfu is really cruel. Such a loyal subordinate will kill him whenever he says."

"This man's cultivation is not bad. Why don't you give his body to me and put it to good use?"

"You take his living soul to refine the Blood Soul Pill, and I want his blood essence to practice my Yin Chakra Blood Demonic Art."

The red light faded away, revealing a cynical young man in red.

"Hu Bugui, you are getting more and more outrageous."

The middle-aged scribe cast his cold eyes on the man in red.

Facing the indifferent gaze of the middle-aged scribe, the man in red was calm and unfazed, still looking like a swinger with a frivolous expression.

Seeing Hu Bugui's helpless appearance, the middle-aged scribe could only sigh helplessly: "If it weren't for my son, how could I cooperate with you evil heretics?"

"That's all, have you arranged everything this time?"

"My son failed to break through to the real world. At this time, only high-grade blood soul pills may be able to remedy the situation."

"In the past two days, I will attract the cultivators entrenched in Longjiang Mansion to 'kill' you evil demon. Then we will join hands and activate the grand formation. You can use their blood to refine your Yin Chakra Blood Demon Technique. , I took their living souls and refined them into high-grade blood soul pills."

"This matter is over. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

"Haha, my love for my son is so deep, I will shed tears for it."

"But with your master's qualifications, even if the previous low-grade blood soul pill cannot break through, it can only be raised again. Why should the governor be so anxious?"

"I am really curious, the Holy Son. I wonder if the Governor can shed some light on my confusion?"

Hu Bugui asked with a puzzled look.

"Have you heard of the underworld?" The middle-aged scribe's voice came faintly.

The two words "Underworld" seemed to have a strange magical power. Hu Bugui immediately restrained his frivolous expression. He thought of some records about the underworld in the sect's classics and couldn't help but shudder.

After a while, he spoke: "Zhu Buqun, although I have always thought you were a hypocrite, I have to admit that you are a good father."

"Don't worry. We have done such a big thing this time. If you put the shit on my head, those righteous sects will definitely want to eat me alive. I'm afraid I will have to stay in the sect for a long time. Guilty."

"No matter how much we want to cooperate, it will be very difficult."

"So, as compensation, except for the living soul that refined the blood soul pill, all the wealth you gain this time will belong to me."

"Yes." The middle-aged scribe said coldly.

After the two finalized some more details, Hu Bugui disappeared over the horizon, and he was about to prepare the arrangements.

Seeing Hu Bugui's disappearing figure, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for his Teng'er who would soon enter the underworld again, and if it weren't for the life of a high-level practitioner required to refine the high-grade blood soul pill, Soul, why should he take such a strange risk?

Thinking of the consequences in the future, the middle-aged scribe couldn't help but feel worried, but as of now, there is no better way.

"Man, be violent."

"Deeds and benevolence are not mutually exclusive."

"As long as my Teng'er can survive, no matter how many people die, it will all be worth it."

Thinking of his son, the middle-aged scribe's eyes became firm again. He casually killed Long Ma, and then with a flick of his finger, a fire bomb fell on the bodies of Zhang Dabei and Long Ma.

Then a big palm slapped lightly, and a hurricane blew up from the ground for no reason.

The traces of Zhang Dabei disappeared between heaven and earth.

Not moving Zhang Dabei's body and soul was the greatest kindness he could show to his old subordinate.

He would give up everything for his son.

　My wife is pregnant and has a lot of chores to do. She has to go for a prenatal checkup tomorrow. I have the nerve to ask everyone for a leave. There is only one update today. It is so difficult for the author who has not saved the manuscript. I have only finished writing this chapter now.

　　After arranging these trivial matters, I must make up for everyone's outstanding chapters. A total of six chapters are owed.

　　Goodnight everybody.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)