Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 484 If you don't agree with each other, you will kill someone!
"Sovereign, what about these prisoners?"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Ritian pointed to the seven people who were unconscious on the ground and asked.

The blood was gurgling, soaking the earth. If they continue to ignore it, it may not be long before the seven people will be seriously injured and die, draining the blood and dying.

"These people are the enemies of the two of you?" Duanchou glanced over and frowned slightly.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads. Ye Liangchen said firmly, "Impossible. Although we, the black and white tigers, have a good reputation in the Zhongtian Continent, we have always acted carefully and cautiously. I have encountered enemies coming to my door."

Zhao Ritian on the side nodded in agreement, with a sense of arrogance: "That's right, we have been in the sky for countless years, and only legends are left to tell the world. Except for the suzerain, no one knows the name and identity of my senior brother, let alone whereabouts."

Hearing this, Duanchou was also speechless, he especially wanted to know, where did these two people's self-confidence come from?
Shaking his head, Duanchou didn't intend to ask these two live treasures any more. He stretched out his hand, and wisps of black water vapor floated out from between his fingers, condensed in an instant, and turned into seven thin, pitch-black wafers, floating up and down and spinning endlessly.

"Sovereign, what is this?" Ye Liangchen asked curiously, staring at the weakly condensed chip in Duanchou's hand.

Duanchou waved the life-death talisman into the bodies of the seven people, then glanced back at the two of them, and said, "You want to know?"

"Think." Almost without thinking, the two spoke at the same time.

"The talisman of life and death!"

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He ordered Tianlin to take care of the three boys, and Duanchou asked the two tigers, black and white, to carry seven of them to a secluded barren mountain.

In less than a moment, without sound or breath, the life and death talisman melted away, invading the Sea of ​​Consciousness of the Seven People and the Purple Mansion, merging with the spirit and the golden elixir.

After a while, a few people woke up, the severe pain that tore the flesh and cut the soul, instantly spread all over the body, like ten thousand ghosts biting, biting bones and hearts.

Immediately, life is worse than death!
"Ah!! It hurts me so much!!"

"Duanchou, you are in vain as the master of a sect, and you are so vicious! Give me a treat if you have the guts! Ah"

"Stop torturing me, kill me, kill me!!"

Cursing and wailing in my ears, Duanchou seemed to have never heard it, sitting on a rock, with a jade bowl in the form of slurry, drinking freely, indifferent.

However, the two foodies who have always been heartless in the past are uncharacteristically this time. , seven people rolling all over the floor.

The scene in front of him was so familiar, just like what happened on the South China Sea that day.

You can't survive, you can't die!
Three hours later, the wailing gradually subsided, and it was already late at night, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was hanging high.

"Knowing my identity, you dare to do it, who told you to do it?"

Seeing that the wine jar in his hand was empty, Duanchou sighed regretfully, and then his eyes froze. He casually brought one of the dragon and tiger monks to sit in front of him, and finally asked a question.

"Zong" just broke free from the boundless suffering, and it seems that he has not recovered completely. Hearing Duanchou's question, the prisoner subconsciously answered directly. As soon as the word Zong uttered, he suddenly woke up.

Thinking back, he felt that he had awakened in time, and he didn't say anything. The man's eyebrows were obviously relieved.

"Animation against me?" Duanchou didn't take it seriously, and asked again.

However, this time, the monk Longhu didn't speak anymore, but just stared at Duanchou viciously.

"Swish"

A cyan sword light flashed, like electricity and a rainbow, tearing the vacuum of the atmosphere. Before the monk Longhu made a sound, his head flew into the air, and blood spurted wildly from his headless neck.

In a blink of an eye, the headless corpse decayed and weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared without a trace. On the spot, the dark red soil soaked and moistened by blood had sprouted, and within a few breaths, a branch sprouted. A lush ancient tree with tender and crystal-clear leaves, swaying in the wind.

And in Duanchou's hand, at some point, there was an extra blue Gang Sword, with energy like a dragon.

Without even looking at the flying head, Duanchou caressed the blade of Yimu Gangjian with his hands, patiently and delicately as if stroking the skin of a lover.

Seeing this, the remaining six people felt chills in their hearts. They had heard that the master of Xuantian Sect was moody and extremely ruthless. They knew that the rumors were true after meeting them today.

Killing people at the slightest disagreement, this is not the way of the Immortal Dao Sect, it is simply a devil!

Even the black and white tigers next to them were concerned and kept silent like cicadas.

Waiting until the blood spurted out and the ancient trees grew, Duanchou raised his head leisurely, looked at everyone, and said indifferently: "Actually, I don't want to know your purpose."

Facing the indignant and puzzled eyes of everyone, Duanchou flipped his hands and took out another altar of fine nectar and fairy wine. With the finger of his sword, three streams of amber wine fell into the jade bowls of the three people. After taking a sip, he immediately looked at the six people below. Lazily said: "Because of your purpose, I don't even tell you."

"While I'm not around, the sneak attack on my disciples is nothing more than a few reasons, to seek revenge, or to say, among my few ineffective disciples, there are things and treasures that you need, even people."

After ten years of drinking the Mortal Chen Valley wine, he almost forgot how sweet this spirit wine fairy syrup is, as if he couldn't drink enough, Duanchou poured himself the wine while continuing the tone just now: "Come by order, the purpose, There are just a few reasons, right?"

This was the truth, no matter how unhappy the remaining three guys were, they had to admit that what Duanchou said was not wrong.

Knowing Duanchou's identity, but still dare to offend his disciples, with no injustice, no enmity, and no huge profits to gain, who would dare to take the risk to provoke Xuantianzong and offend Duanchou?
Of course, people who have their brains flooded and give up on themselves are not counted, but these people are obviously not that kind of people.

"Sovereign, that's right. I remember that someone in their group called out to live, but I don't know who it was for." At this moment, Zhao Ritian recalled it, and hurriedly put down the jade bowl in his hand. , said.

Duanchou nodded slightly, and asked lightly: "In that case, it's not just seeking revenge, tell me, who are you here for?"

The three of them didn't react at all, they didn't know whether they were unwilling or not, but Duanchou's words were like poisonous snakes, mercilessly getting into the ears of the three of them, disintegrating their persistence bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)