My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Say, what is that stone?"

Nan Chen spoke coldly, stabbing down with the sword in his hand.

A bloodstain was drawn on Marshal Duan's neck.

Duan Dashuai was terrified:

"Don't, don't kill me, that, that's a carrion stone.

Yes, it was given to me by Qijuemen.

A living person, after being touched by a living person, will become a living corpse..."

Before life and death, the former commander-in-chief.

Even Marshal Duan Jiepeng, who wanted to fight for hegemony in Kyushu, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Good guy, it turned out to be this thing that brought out so many corpse soldiers!"

The four-eyed Taoist suddenly realized.

Priest Qianhe also gasped.

Master Yixiu read aloud:

"Namo Amitabha."

He felt a lingering fear in his heart. Just now, he almost touched the carrion stone.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu stopped him.

A sense of survival after a catastrophe, cast a grateful look at Uncle Jiu.

Nan Chen, on the other hand, turned to Uncle Jiu and said:

"Master, how to deal with this guy?"

"It goes without saying, let Pindao finish him with a sword!"

Daoist Bei Yuan came up and asked.

When Uncle Jiu saw it, he nodded without saying anything.

Seeing that he was going to die, Marshal Duan was extremely panicked:

"Don't, don't kill me, I, I, I have value, I have value!"

Everyone was stunned.

Nan Chen in front of him asked one more question:

"What are you worth!"

Duan Dashuai was stunned:

"I have, I have, yes, yes, I know that I know a secret of Qijuemen, yes, yes, I know a secret..."

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A secret, which made everyone present a little curious.

Moreover, this secret is about the Qijuemen.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether the secret or the news is useful or not.

This Marshal Duan is sure to die.

Everyone, they will definitely not let this demon lord live just because he uttered a certain piece of news.

You know, this guy has many blood debts in his hands.

Everyone let him go, so who will let him go, those souls who died in the hands of Marshal Duan in vain?

But in order to get this so-called secret.

Uncle Jiu came up and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me, what a secret!"

The tone was cold and there were no mood swings.

Marshal Duan took several deep breaths.

"Yes, it's about Qijuemen, you have to promise me, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Everyone laughed.

"Really, really want to kill me?"

Marshal Duan was terrified, with a nervous expression on his face.

But everyone did not make promises.

"Say it quickly, if you don't say it, I will split your legs and hands immediately."

Daoist Bei Yuan threatened, so he didn't bother to continue talking nonsense.