The prince of the Jiao clan frowned and raised his hand to take the storage bag over.

This storage bag was kept by the dragon monks and did not open it.

Seeing the prince of the Jiao clan in his hand, everyone's eyes were gathered on him.

The storage bag did not leave a soul mark, and the spiritual consciousness of the prince of the Jiao clan easily penetrated into the storage bag.

Then, his expression became extremely wonderful.

At first he was stunned, then solemn, and finally he was full of disbelief and horror.

“What is in this storage bag?”

Seeing that the prince of the Jiao clan had a strange expression and did not say anything, Peng Ao frowned and reached out to pick up the storage bag.

"Damn, what are these things!"

But after just one look, Peng Ao's scalp became numb. He threw out the storage bag as if he was furious.

In this storage space, there are no imagined things like the sound transmission jade slips, but a pile of flesh and blood corpses are placed.

The piles of corpses look like a hill.

At this time, a small amount of blood was left along the top.

Moreover, those pieces of meat seemed to be ruthlessly crushed by something, each of them was beyond recognition and was extremely miserable.

As the prince of the Peng clan, Peng Ao had never seen a dead person, but he never expected that Qin Cheng would put these things in the storage bag he gave them.

Young Master Lin took it and his expression changed.

"What does this Qincheng mean? Scare us?"

"No, these are not ordinary corpses. They are all monks in Yunzhou. What's precisely, they are the corpses of those guys who followed Li Feng to attack Qincheng before."

"You mean, these people are dead."

Peng Ao suddenly looked at the prince of the Jiao clan and widened his eyes.

These guys are all elites in Yunzhou, and their cultivation level is declining. When they go to attack Qincheng, they die.

If you look closely, judging from some characteristics of these corpses, the other party was not wrong.

"Tell me the truth, you are investigating the outside world. Did the monks on both sides fight?" The prince of the Jiao clan looked at the young man of the Jiao clan.

"No, the monks from Qincheng, all of us stayed there and did not move during our investigation, and no one left halfway." The young man from the Jiao clan said truthfully.

"No one entered this green fog later. The only thing that is not necessarily the only one in Qincheng."

"hiss!"

The prince of the Jiao clan shrank slightly and he gasped.

"Fuck, do you mean that the man surnamed Qin killed more than 20 Yunzhou monks in front of Li Feng? Is Li Feng a waste?" Peng Ao shouted angrily.

"As I saw, I did not see anyone else help."

The monk of the demon clan quickly lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"You guys go."

The prince of the Jiao clan waved his hand, and the monks hurriedly left as if they were granted a general amnesty.

The three of them looked quite gloomy.

The threat from a casual cultivator who suddenly appeared made the three people who were already arrogant and unhappy.

"Prince Long, Qin Cheng provoked the three of us. What do you think should you respond?" Peng Ao said.

"How do you two think you respond?"

"It is somewhat of a hidden danger to keep this son. It is recommended to send some people to surround him and kill him. No matter how bad the child is, he will destroy it. He cannot let those lowly cultivators join him." Mr. Lin said sinisterly.


Chapter completed!