Wujia Village is filled with joy and laughter, and Wu Liang is still teasing a few women...

However, no one knew that a bloody and cruel scene occurred in the Shenzong, which was not far from Wujia Village.

"kill!"

"Enemy attack! Please ask the elder!"

The disciple of the Shenzong dressed in white roared wildly. As soon as the voice fell, his whole body was cut in half by the enemy with a knife.

The falling corpse's eyes widened, as if telling his unwillingness. Why, why did the enemy appear in the sect's important area?

Where are the elders? Where are the sect masters? Where have they been?

No one answered his question. He didn't even get out of the sect in his life, and a grandma warrior died in obscurity.

He will not be alone on the road to the underworld. Shortly after the death of this master, hundreds of disciples of the Divine Sect followed his steps and embarked on the underworld.

Yasha's mask became even more ferocious, and mysterious blood flashed on the dark mask, making people unable to help but feel palpitations at first glance.

Looking back at the location of the Shenzong Master Hall, Yasha smiled silently.

At this moment, the mask seemed to be alive, and the ferocious Yasha mask's mouth was grinning, as if it was mocking something.

The corners of his lips moved, and his gloomy voice resounded throughout the Shenzong.

"The revenge of the twelve Rakshasa is coming! Thirty-six factions, tremble, hahaha!"

Many disciples of the Divine Sect who were trembling in the Hall of the Lord of the God Sect were all bloodless. It took a long time before someone murmured: "Twelve Rakshasa?"

"Twelve Rakshasa!"

An older warrior's pupils shrank, his heart suddenly stopped beating, and the group of devils came to take revenge!

...

The corpses all over the mountains were soaked in the blood red on the ground, countless pairs of wide eyes were like the hell on earth, and the blood that had not yet cooled down silently told their unwillingness and fear.

The Sect Master of the Shenzong, who had returned from somewhere, looked at the scene under his feet, his face turned gloomy and a red light flashed in his eyes.

The many elders standing behind him also looked stern. It took a long time before someone roared: "Who is it? Sect Master, if you don't take this revenge, how can my Shenzong gain a foothold!"

A sharp light flashed across the face of the Sect Master of Shenzong, and he quickly returned to calm and said lightly: "Is it them?"

It seemed like I was talking to myself, but it seemed that I had already determined who it was. Such a similar scene, such a familiar scene.

I still remember that when the blood flowed into a river, countless disciples of the sects died. Are they going to reappear in the world?

"It's them, they appeared again." The great elder standing behind the Sect Master of Shenzong replied, and said in a faint tone: "They actually dare to appear. The Sect Master, it seems that they have forgotten what happened back then."

The elder's tone was cold, and a sense of murderousness filled the void. The elders who had not reached the Sanhua felt cold and shocked. The elder was so strong!

The leader of the Shenzong Sect snorted coldly and looked around. Seeing that many disciples were filled with fear, their hearts were filled with anger, and they waved their sleeves and turned around and left.

Several elders quickly followed, everyone was silent, their eyes flashing and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The Twelve Rakshasa appeared again, and is the sect going to usher in another bloody storm?

The old people who experienced the storms of the past were all trembling, but there was a hint of worry on their seemingly plain faces. Could the scene that happened back then be repeated? Looking back at the tragic situation at that time, many people showed fear in their eyes.

The major sects suffered heavy losses and suppressed the devils. In just a few decades, those people actually appeared again. The leaky fish grew so fast. Why?

Not only those elders were thinking, but the leader of the Shenzong Sect was also confused and looked into the distance with his eyes flashing. Who was supporting them?

Why do a group of abandoned small characters seem to never be eliminated cleanly?

There are only thirty-six entrances to Hualong Pass, and there is no sect participation. Who can cultivate so many powerful people above the Three Flowers?

Can we silently cultivate so many strong people under so many pairs of eyes? Is it one or several?

One palace and one palace, three saints and four dynasties, were they?

The leader of the Sect of Shenzong looked away from a distance and murmured: "Sooner or later, you will be exposed. The thirty-six sects, the queen of the dynasty may be changed."

Perhaps, at that time, there will be no longer Shenzong, Shen Dynasty, and Temple!

...

Nothing happened to the Shenzong can affect Wu Liang. Even if Wu Liang knows, he won’t care. Maybe he will clap his hands and celebrate.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was first with Cuiyu, and the two old men left one after another and ended.

Although Mr. Wu still wanted to tease the Han sisters, he finally retreated under the threat of Han Cuihong's threat of holding Niu Niu as a shield.

However, Liu'er's eyes were full of expectations and was eager to imagine being with Wu Liang's, but she could not resist Han Cuihong and was dragged away before she could speak.

Before leaving, the little girl looked unwilling and blinked at Wu Liang, extremely cute.

Wu Liang was not disappointed. There were opportunities, and they lived in the same yard, and they were afraid that they would not be able to deal with this woman. That was too underestimated by Mr. Wu’s charm.

Thinking of Cuiyu's face pale when she left, Wu Liang quickly calmed down and hurriedly walked towards his room.

...

Cuiyu stared at the figure in the mirror in the room, her mouth bulged and muttered, "It's so annoying, what should I do?"

"Don't you like me anymore?"

"My second sister has a big butt and a big breast. Liu'er is young, but she is the most beautiful. Do you want Yu'er anymore?"

"But I've gotten married to my brother, and my second sister and Liu'er shouldn't be competing with Yu'er for brother."

The little girl muttered one after another. Although the kind girl was very unhappy, she never thought about leaving the man she liked, nor did she think about whether she wanted her second sister and Liu'er to leave.

In the girl's heart, Wu Liang is her only one.

Back then, Wu Liang chased the vixen without even leaving a word. Although the girl was sad, she never blamed Wu Liang. Sometimes she secretly found a place where no one was there to scold the vixen.

Until Wu Liang's footsteps came, Cuiyu quickly sat back on the bed and whispered in her mouth: "Yu'er, you can do it!"

"Girl, is it okay?"

Wu Liang entered the room and sat down on the bed, touched Cuiyu's forehead, and said softly: "Are you tired? Look at your face turning white."

Cuiyu shook her head, snuggled her little head in Wu Liang's arms, and whispered: "Brother, do you hate Yu'er? Did Yu'er do something bad?"

Wu Liang was a little puzzled and hurriedly said, "What are you thinking about? Our Yu'er is the most obedient and obedient. It's too late to like her. How could she hate our wife?"

"Really?" Cuiyu looked at Wu Liang unconfidently, with grievances in her big eyes.

Is it only the most obedient and obedient? Cuiyu pouted her little mouth. Her brother didn't say she had a good figure or she was beautiful. She must have been fascinated by her second sister and Liu'er.

After glanced at his bamboo shoot-like breasts and touched his smooth face, Cuiyu felt guilty in her heart. It seemed that she had to work hard, otherwise she would not like herself soon.

"Of course! Okay, don't think about it. You must be tired today. Just have a good sleep." Wu Liang kissed Cuiyu's forehead with a doting heart. If he said that he was ** to Han Cuihong and Lin Wuyuan,

I love Liu'er, and the pair of jade is touched and cared from the heart.

The girl may never know in her life what position she occupies in Wu Liang's heart.

If she hadn't broken Wu Liang's state of mind, nothing would have happened later. With Wu Liang's original strength, how could he agree to marry Cuiyu?

Taking off his clothes, holding the thin girl in his arms, lying on the big bed, smelling the fragrance coming from the girl, Wu Liang whispered: "Do you know something?"

Cuiyu blinked, her little head squeezed in Wu Liang's arms, pretending to be stupid: "What? Brother, I want to go to bed."

"Hehe, girl movies, I'm pretending to me." Wu Liang didn't care much, and kissed the girl's hair gently and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't be sorry for our Xiao Yuer. No matter what my brother did

Xiao Yu'er is all big houses. If you ask you to take care of them in the future, would you say okay?"

These shameless words came from Wu Liang's mouth but felt natural, while the pitiful little flower just took this trick and actually nodded with a sweet smile on her face.

That is, only a simple girl like Cuiyu nodded foolishly. If someone else heard about it, it would not make a fuss.

And Cuiyu seemed to have really relaxed, and the sadness just now disappeared in an instant.

He turned around and hugged Wu Liang's back, rested his head on Wu Liang's arm, rubbed his pretty face against Wu Liang's neck, and soon fell asleep sweetly.

Staring at the pretty face in front of him, a smile and satisfaction appeared on Wu Liang's face. Mr. Wu is more and more fond of such a young holiday, so comfortable!

"Um?"

Wu Liang, who was lying down, suddenly frowned and put on his clothes that he had just taken off in an instant.

He carefully moved the girl's little head to the pillow, and a cold flashed in Wu Liang's eyes, and his figure moved and had already left the courtyard.

After stepping out of the Wujia Village in the air, Wu Liang's eyes became more and more cold, and he said lightly: "Since you are here, is it necessary to hide your head and your tail?"

"Hehe, I am worthy of being a powerful man from the world. He is much stronger than the sect's waste."

A dark and strange laughter slowly came, and a black shadow appeared from the darkness. The yaksha mask on his face shone with blood, which looked particularly strange.

A pungent smell of blood came from the black shadow. If the mind is not firm, the master warriors may not be able to withstand the invasion of blood.

Wu Liang's face did not change and said lightly: "Get out of Wujia Village!"

Yasha's strange smile came to an abrupt end, and he paused for a moment before saying hoarsely: "Wu Liang, you are very confident! Didn't you think that you can talk to me like this by defeating that waste Chang Yuanqing?"

"I'll let you get out!"

Wu Liang's face turned cold and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

No one knows better who should be with whom or not than himself. He feels disgust in his heart at the first sight of the person in front of him.

The familiar smell of blood made him disgusted. Although he killed people, he would never deliberately reveal murderous aura and blood on his body, nor would he use blood to practice. This person's methods are already close to the demon, he is a real demon, not Wu
To be continued...