Witness the flow, live up to the emperor's plan and live up to the lover

Chapter 35: The Seven Heroes of Wudang, Some Crazy, Some Demonic

"Isn't it too cruel to do this?" Yang Xiao looked at what Chen Mo did, swallowed a little, and said with some fear in his tone.

The five scattered people and Wei Yixiao beside him also felt a little creepy.

Because just now, they saw with their own eyes that Chen Mo locked those people from the six major sects into an iron cage, and then poured a thousand kilograms of the super-strong aphrodisiac Tianlei Dihuo into the cage!

All the people from the six major sects imprisoned in there are men. Moreover, since they have not been given any food in these days and their injuries have not recovered, there is no way they can escape from this iron prison.

They could imagine what kind of eye-catching scene would happen in this iron prison next.

"I am a man of my words. If I say that life is worse than death, then it is worse than death!" Chen Mo said coldly. After that, he looked at the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao and said, "From now on, I'll ask the Bat King to help me keep an eye on it. If there is any movement, notify me immediately!"

The next scene was really too disgusting. The disciples of Tianxian Sect were all female, and Chen Mo absolutely could not pollute their eyes. Chen Mo did not trust other men very much, so he could only give the task to Wei Yixiao, because his Qinggong was the fastest and he could notify himself first.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Wei Yixiao didn't want to stay here and watch that kind of scene, but after witnessing Chen Mo's horrific methods, he couldn't afford to refuse.

Inside the iron cage

"This smell is terrible, it's that aphrodisiac again, everyone be careful!" Someone suddenly realized that something was wrong. Having been a victim of this before, he immediately remembered the horrific memories of that night and quickly notified others.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and quickly tried to use various methods to block this aura. Unfortunately, their movement space was limited and they couldn't avoid it at all. And how long could they hold their breath using their internal energy?
Finally, people started to fall into the trap one after another, and the ugly scene inside the iron prison was exposed for a while!
"Dad, save me, save me quickly!" A voice rang out from inside the iron cage.

It was Song Qingshu who asked for help, only to find that he had been entangled by several disciples who had poor concentration or had absorbed more heavenly thunder and earth fire.

Hearing his cry for help, the Seven Heroes of Wudang quickly looked in that direction, and seeing Song Qingshu's predicament, they hurried over to help.

If it was normal times, everyone would definitely give face to the Wudang Seven Heroes, but as they gradually lost their minds, they didn't care who you were. Even if Zhang Shifeng came, they would still dare to fuck him!
After a disagreement, the two sides fought decisively. No one had any weapons and could only fight with bare hands. Even though the Seven Heroes of Wudang had higher martial arts skills, they were all seriously injured, and the other side had more people, so the Seven Heroes of Wudang fell into a disadvantage one after another.

The people of Shaolin Temple watched coldly, with no intention of helping at all. They couldn't even protect themselves, so how could they help others?
If you conserve your energy, you can attack. If you use up all your energy, you will be the victim. These Shaolin bald monks have had sex before, and they don't want to be the ones to be attacked!
"Wow, this medicine is really effective, it deserves the name of Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire!" Looking at the chaos gradually happening in the iron prison, Wei Yixiao who was hiding in the dark couldn't help but click his tongue. That was a thousand kilograms of medicine, and it would probably take several hours to finish, and many people would definitely die this time.

That night, when Wei Yixiao was hiding in a tree to rest, he suddenly noticed something strange and immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

Sure enough, a figure holding a torch was seen approaching the iron cage quickly.

It was already night, and everything was pitch black all around, with only a beam of fire slowly approaching. Anyone who was not blind could see it, and naturally everyone in the iron prison saw it as well.

Unfortunately, they were already weak, and had been tossing and turning for several hours before, so they had no energy to do anything unnecessary.

When the firelight got closer, they could see clearly that the person coming was actually a young man in plain clothes. His appearance was not handsome, but could only be considered above average. The most important thing was that they didn't know this person at all, and they didn't know why he was here.

They expected the person to come and save them, but seeing his age, they were a little disappointed. How could such a young man have high martial arts ability? Did they really think that all young people were Chen Mo?

"Master? Excuse me, have you seen our Wudang disciples?" the visitor asked a bald man. During the day, the people fought until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dim. Their clothes were already tattered. It was difficult to tell who was from which sect just by looking at their clothes. Only this group of bald men could be recognized as Shaolin by looking at the big bald heads and the scars on their heads.

The Shaolin disciple who was being questioned said weakly: "Before, the Wudang disciples were all in the southeast corner. Now... you can look for them yourself!"

It was a chaotic fight before, and many people are no longer in their original positions. The current position of this Shaolin disciple is the same as that of Kunlun Sect before.

Seeing that he didn't get the desired result, the visitor was helpless and could only search slowly around the big iron prison.

"Excuse me, are there any Wudang disciples here?" The visitor asked habitually, but got an unexpected answer.

"Who is it?" the man asked in surprise.

The man approached with a torch held high. After seeing the man's face clearly, he couldn't help but smile: "Master uncle!"

It turned out that he saw Song Yuanqiao. Although he looked disheveled and had not seen him for many years, he still recognized him.

Song Yuanqiao also struggled to look at the person carefully. He didn't know the person, but he felt that he had seen him before. "Who are you?"

"Uncle Master, my name is Wuji, and my father is your junior fellow apprentice Zhang Cuishan!" the man introduced himself.

"Ah!? Wuji? Are you really Wuji? No wonder I felt that your face looked familiar, but, Wuji, didn't you disappear? How come..." Song Yuanqiao said with some excitement.

"Uncle Master, this is a long story. Are the other uncles and aunts here too? I will rescue you!" Zhang Wuji interrupted.

"It is, but..." Song Yuanqiao said this with a complicated expression, as if he was embarrassed to speak.

Zhang Wuji asked immediately, and Song Yuanqiao thought about it and finally told him the answer, but his words inevitably seemed to shirk responsibility, shift the blame, and make all kinds of excuses.

After listening to Song Yuanqiao's statement, Zhang Wuji realized that, although the Seven Heroes of Wudang were still there, two of them were mentally unstable, and the others were not much better. Even Song Qingshu was a little crazy.

The crazy and mentally ill ones were naturally the ones who had been hurt in the previous "chaos", while those who were in a slightly better condition were the attackers. Although it was indeed because the other side had more people and more power, Song Yuanqiao also had an unshirkable responsibility, because one of his junior brothers was...

It was precisely because of his actions that became the last straw that broke the camel's back, which is why everyone became a little mentally ill.

At that time, there were many such scenes in the iron prison. Since the eldest brother didn't laugh, no one would mention it. But now that an outsider knew about it, it was naturally a bit embarrassing.

In order to shirk responsibility, Song Yuanqiao repeatedly emphasized that it was all Chen Mo's fault. If it weren't for him, such a tragedy would not have happened!

(End of this chapter)