: Crying Demon Cave

If one of the Killer Hands and Ghost Head touched the Guigu disciple who held the object, the fate of this person would definitely be unpredictable. Fortunately, Du Jun's speed was not slow. In all his eyes, he felt that just when the disciple holding the object was about to die, a black light flashed in front of him, and in a daze, he felt that someone was coming quickly.

When Du Jun was still ten feet away from the disciple, the ghost head on the scroll was about to bite the disciple, but when Du Jun shouted loudly, he quickly took out something from his arms, but it was a mud altar and threw it at the ghost head.

After doing all this, Du Jun suddenly escaped, and the next moment he came to Hongying's giant hand. He shouted deeply, activated his vitality, and held the giant hand in a sudden support. However, the ten thousand acres of momentum carried on the giant hand still made Du Jun's body tremble a few times.

Although Du Jun failed to perform the sacrifice and refining the red tassel, he left a mark of his breath in the red tassel and the scroll. Although this move did not make the red tassel and the scroll recognized the master, it was also among friends.

If it weren't for this, Hongying beat him hard, let alone Du Jun's late stage of sinking the field, even if he was in the Great Perfection, he would probably be fatal and left with hatred. At this moment, the scroll beside him bypassed the mud altar and bit the disciple again, but was kicked by Du Jun.

One hand and one kick, the attack of the powerful in the eyes of many disciples here was a great impact on these disciples. What's more, Du Jun was driving the general and killing Yun Bingbing at this moment. The momentum of raising his head and holding the giant hand angrily made those who saw it timid.

Du Jun overturned Hongying's giant hand and closed the scroll with thunder. Hongying. This move made it difficult for everyone present to accept it. A voice sounded in his heart: "What kind of cultivation is this? How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Du Jun saved this disciple of Guigu, not because he was kind-hearted, but because he was afraid that Hongying would kill this person, which affected the prohibition of Stonehenge Valley. Fortunately, although the two objects of the scroll were so powerful that they were just now, before they were killed, they were almost the same as those of controlling magic weapons.

After resolving the power of the red tassel and the scroll, Du Jun did not put them away and let them hang above his head. Then he turned his head to look at the object in the hands of the attacked disciple. When he looked at it, the object was a scroll of ink painting!

At this moment, Mo Hua was being unfolded by the disciple. There was a man with blurred outline on it. He could not see his clothes or his face. However, he was holding a woman's wandering soul in his hand. It just made people feel that this man was gentle and elegant, like a scholar.

"What is the connection between this scroll and Hongying again?" Du Jun was puzzled, and suddenly felt something. His eyes glanced at the scrolls at both ends of the ink painting, and then asked calmly: "How do you change the ink painting in your hand?"

The Guigu disciple holding the ink painting looked slow at this moment, but he had not yet recovered from the horror just now. He woke up as if he had just woken up in his dream. He looked up and saw that a man with an ordinary figure and surrounded by invisible killing clouds. He couldn't see his face clearly was shocked again and said, "Fifty grass jades... four pieces of snow jades..."

Before the disciple finished speaking, he suddenly felt something. He raised his eyes to look at Du Jun's head, but saw the red tassel above Du Jun's head, and the scroll energy locked him. From time to time, a fierce murderous intent emerged. He immediately scared him and shuddered. He felt that life was important. He immediately changed his words: "Don't replace it. I got this ink painting by chance. I will give it to my senior brother now."

"This..." Du Jun was stunned, touched his nose, and smiled bitterly: "This is not good."

"No!" Seeing Du Jun's refusal, the disciple immediately forced the ink painting in his hand to Du Jun and said quickly: "When I see my senior brother, the admiration in my heart is like the surging river water, continuous, and like a river and lake breaking the dam, it's out of control. It's like a wild horse accidentally ate a croton, and it's so thunderous. This ink painting is the only one who can be regarded as a filial piety to the senior brother."

Du Jun had no choice but to take Mo Hua and was about to speak, but when the Guigu disciple in front of him saw Mo Hua leave, the red tassel no longer stared at him. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and did not give Du Jun a chance to speak, so he set up a magic weapon and flew away.

"You saw it, it's not that I want to steal his ink paintings." Du Jun turned to the Guigu disciples who were still demented.

"That's right, that kid is not worthy of this ink painting. It's natural to respect his senior brother." A clever disciple of Guigu said immediately.

Seeing this, everyone immediately said, "Senior brother, gentleman, I'm open-minded. This ink painting was clearly what that guy forced the senior brother. I'm afraid the senior brother will look down on him."

Du Jun smiled when he heard this and said in his heart: "Is this person who is talking so much?" But before everyone in front of him, he couldn't check the Mo Hua, so he put it in his arms with Hongying and the scroll, and was about to leave.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came: "Senior brother is so scheming. He clearly snatched his junior brother's magic weapon, but he got the advantage of being good."

Du Jun was suffocated and looked in the sound, but saw a group of people coming from a distance. Soon after, he came to him. He looked at him and saw that Wu Chen, Bai Du and Minggan were the three of them.

Wu Chen brought everyone to Du Jun. Before he could speak, someone immediately snatched him: "Senior brother, it was him who snatched my ink painting!"

When Du Jun saw that it was the disciple who had just left, he couldn't help but feel angry, but he didn't defend himself. He just looked at Wu Chen and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

"Okay, we are looking for you. You are so bold that you come out to rob. Do you still have Senior Brother Wu Chen in your eyes?"

A sharp words suddenly sounded. When Du Jun saw that it was Minggan. At this moment, Minggan looked arrogant and still shouted: "Little thief, do you dare to disperse the black clouds and reveal your true face?"

Du Jun frowned and sneered, and was about to leave, but Wu Chen stopped him. Wu Chen swept away and asked, "He just robbed this junior brother's ink painting."

Everyone was silent and retreated. After a moment, someone shouted: "That's right, what we saw with our own eyes, it was this demon who snatched the junior brother's ink painting, and I hope Brother Wu Chen will take charge!"

When Du Jun saw it, he spoke, but the clever disciple of Guigu just now knew in his heart that this disciple was probably a fence-bearer, and Fang Qiang leaned against that party, but still did not defend himself.

Wu Chen frowned and looked at Du Jun. Minggan said arrogantly: "Do you have something to say?"

Du Jun laughed, arrogantly, and said loudly: "Okay, even if I snatched his ink painting, what can you do?"

"Zhang Kuang!" Bai Du suddenly shouted.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they were talking. Someone whispered: "Who is this person? He can still be so arrogant when facing the three masters of Guigu." As soon as he finished speaking, someone else continued: "Bullshit, you can't rely on the forbidden fighting in the Stonehenge Valley to dare to be so arrogant."

Du Jun sneered, without making any sound, the world is in a cold and the human heart is not as good as ever, so when facing this misunderstanding, he can still maintain peace of mind.

Wu Chen frowned, stopped everyone's discussion, and said, "Give me back the ink painting."

Du Jun said nothing, just sneered. Seeing this, Wu Chen collected the magic weapon and took a step towards Du Jun. With just one step, a thousand acres of pressure suddenly emanated. The people around him staggered a few steps and continued to hit Du Jun.

Du Jun sneered and took a step forward. The momentum also erupted, colliding with Wu Chen's aura. At that moment, Du Jun's face changed and knew that with his power, he might not be Wu Chen's opponent.

He reached out and slapped the killing general. The killing general immediately exuded a murderous aura and merged into his aura. But when he heard a loud bang, the dust was running all over the sky. After everything calmed down, everyone looked up and couldn't help but take a breath.

But we saw that Wu Chen and Du Jun each took three steps back! They were evenly matched. Who is Wu Chen? Among the top ten generations of disciples in the Ghost King Valley, the best candidate for winning the eldest disciple among his peers, his cultivation can only be above the Great Perfection of Shentian, and must not be reduced.

But now, Du Jun is not inferior to Wu Chen in terms of momentum. It shocked a group of disciples from the Ghost King Valley. Gu Shi looked at Du Jun in a daze, and even the clever disciple who had previously taken a few steps back, looked at Du Jun and shrank his neck.

Du Jun laughed a long time, no longer stayed, and fled far away with the general. Wu Chen did not stop him again, and looked at the direction of Du Jun leaving with a flash of eyes, and said in confusion: "Who is this person?"

This is also the confusion of everyone. Just when everyone was confused, they saw several streams of light coming from a distance, one of which was in front of them, as if passing by here, and they were about to pass by.

When they came to everyone, the streamer behind suddenly stepped forward and stopped the streamer in front. The true bodies of these streamer appeared, but it was Guo Ming Gou Qian and others, and the streamer in front was Ye Fei.

At this time, Ye Fei was disheveled, fluffy, haggard, and his eyes were a little delayed. Seeing this, Wu Chen frowned and was about to speak, but Guo Ming saw his displeasure at first sight. He immediately stepped forward, came to Ye Fei, slapped him hard, and cursed: "You escape, escape again, you dare to make Senior Brother Wu Chen unhappy."

Gou Qian, who was beside her, snorted coldly and said to herself: "You are asking you to follow Senior Brother Ming Gan, but you don't want to. This is the end of that waste being a friend."

Minggan looked noble at this moment, scolded him and stepped forward to stop Guo Ming. Guo Ming, who was beside him, immediately said: "Is it okay to thank Senior Brother Minggan, why don't you hurry up."

Ye Fei's expression was dull. He looked at the direction where Du Jun left, and said intimately, "How great would it be if he was Du Jun." But he was vague at this moment. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but mutter.

These words immediately made everyone laugh, and even Wu Chen couldn't help laughing. Minggan even cursed: "Where are you dreaming? Du Jun's waste has long died!"

The next day, a beast soul peeking around the Stonehenge Valley suddenly became anxious and roared in unison, with a faint sense of panic. It attracted everyone to check thousands of times, no matter how nervous.

Du Jun was also among them. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the scattered beast souls - corpse, mysterious corpse, the corpse that gave Du Juntian great fortune!

This glance shocked Du Jun into a cold sweat. When he looked again, he saw that the corpse was holding a soul in his hand. It was not the murderous soul of a scholar. Who was it? At this moment, the corpse seemed to have discovered Du Jun and smiled gloomyly at him.

Then, he saw the corpse catching the scholar easily, and one hand actually penetrated into the scholar's head. After a while of groping, he took out an object from it.

"Relics, Buddha's bone relics!" Du Jun saw that although the relics in the corpse's hand had already lost the golden light of the past after countless years of defilement by the scholar, Du Jun still recognized them at a glance.

The corpse held the relics and suddenly let go of its hand. The relics suddenly burst out with a thousand-foot Buddha light, slowly flying up, and threw themselves into the mouth of the corpse. At this moment, the scholar was decadent, but he still struggled to rise up and fled far away.

The souls of the beasts whine and retreat one after another.

When Du Jun looked at it again, the corpse disappeared without a trace. Apart from Du Jun, the people in the Stone Formation Valley only felt that the beasts were in a panic, and suddenly the golden light appeared. Then the beasts retreated, but they did not even see the shadow of the corpse.

Six months later, when the God of Crying Demon Cave was first brewed, Wu Chen gathered all the disciples of Guigu together, of course Du Jun is indispensable. At this moment, Du Jun stood far away with his magic weapon, not far away, with his thin outline, so he was not lonely.

At this moment, Du Jun suddenly remembered Ye Fei, but he glanced at the Guigu people, but did not notice Ye Fei. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid that Ye Fei is still the Qiling Little Realm at this moment."

But I didn't know that in a bush in the Stonehenge Valley, a young man looked bleak and his body was trembling. His tears flowed down the soil mixed with his face.

Wu Chen flew up high with his magic weapon, swept everyone away, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is willing to go with you, the same party in the Demon Valley?"

Everyone was silent. The previous transformation of the beast soul had already wiped out their ambitions. Now Wu Chen has a very high cultivation level, and even if he takes the risk, he may not be able to get any benefits. Who would be willing to do such a thing?

After a while.

"I."

Whiteness.

"And I."

Tingtan.

Silence again.

"I'll go, too."
Chapter completed!