One after another, the prison cars drove out of the organ city.
The road was surrounded by common people, each with hatred and anger on their faces.
"Kunlun dog thieves, you didn't think you would have today, did you?"
"Chop off their heads and pay homage to our dead compatriots!"
"It's too cheap for them to be beheaded like this. They should be tortured and tortured to death!"
"Bah! Throw him, throw him hard!"
Rotten eggs, stones, rotten vegetable leaves, rancid water, these are all pediatrics.
The angry people even found durians, darts, flying knives, crossbow arrows, dung balls, firecrackers, poisonous snakes, poisonous scorpions and other strange things, and threw them into the prison car.
In the past, the high-ranking Kunlun executives, the eight-armed ape king Yuan Ang, the Moyun carving king Wu Guang, the left envoy of Xuanyang, the right envoy of Taiyin, the nine elders of Tianfeng, the six princes, etc., were all sealed in their cultivation bases and endured all kinds of hardships. The anger of the people.
"Snapped!"
Throw a lump of cake onto Young Master Yu's left eye.
He couldn't bear it anymore: "You you gangsters! How dare you insult me! In the future, when I make a comeback in Kunlun, all the gangsters will die!"
The roar worked, and the people along the way stopped attacking.
But in the next second, all the papas, durians, and poisonous scorpions greeted him.
"Damn! How dare you speak so boldly when you are about to die?"
"What a fart to make a comeback, the head teacher and the elders are all dead, come back in your dream!"
"Big guy, throw him away together!"
"Kill him!"
"Oh, what should I do after throwing away my daddy?"
"What should I do pull it now!"
"Hahaha! I threw it in his mouth, did you see, I threw it in his mouth hahahaha!"
Thousands of prison vehicles set off from Qingzhou, passed through Yuezhou, Lanzhou, and Lingzhou, and arrived at Kunlun City in Zhongzhou after several months.
Every time they pass by, countless people have prepared countless cakes and are waiting for them, and even people from Leizhou, Liangzhou and Xuezhou have traveled thousands of miles to throw their cakes with their own hands and report to their relatives and friends. blood feud.
It can be seen how much these Kunlun disciples are hated by the common people!
Kunlun City in Zhongzhou has already been overcrowded, and the firewood room of the inn has been fired to tens of thousands of golden dragons a night.
"Put the prisoner on the scaffold!"
Following the cry of Mo Shougui, thousands of Kunlun disciples were put on the execution platform by Taoyuan monks, their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were forced to kneel down with death signs on their backs.
Those who dare not kneel will kneel even if their knees are broken.
Under the execution platform, there are hundreds of thousands of people.
At this moment, some of these Kunlun disciples were dissatisfied, unwilling, fearful, and regretful, but it was of no avail.
High above the sky, Luo Yinping, Zheng Huaian, Zhu Zhuqing, Li Daoliu and other high-ranking Yunqiong leaders, their soul consciousness shrouded the entire Kunlun City to prevent anyone from robbing the dharma field.
"It's 3:00 noon, execution!"
? Mo Shougui yelled, with tears streaming down his face: "Young master, the second elder, the third elder, and all the disciples of my Mohist family, have you seen it? Your great revenge must be avenged!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The crowd was excited and raised their arms and shouted.
Under the control of Taoyuan monks, flying swords soared into the air and slashed at the Kunlun disciples kneeling on the execution platform!
At this moment, in the largest brothel in Kunlun City, "Yanliu Xin", Luo Yun's hand holding the wine glass froze suddenly.
"Luo Yuan, what's wrong?"
Xiang Toon is pouring him wine.
Her alias is Feng Youwei, and she has been monitoring Kunlun in the city for many years. This Yanliu Heart is actually her property.
"Hmph, there really are people who are not afraid of death and dare to rob the court!"
"Miss Xiangtong, warm the wine for me, I'll come as soon as I go!"
Luo Yun put the wine glass on the table, and rolled out of the window like a strong wind.
"It's 3:00 noon, execution!"
As soon as Mo Shougui's voice fell to the ground, there was a sudden change in the sky, a huge soul power palm blasted down, and thousands of flying swords were swept away, unparalleled in domineering.
"Who! Who dares to rob the court?"
Mo Shougui was furious.
"not good!"
Luo Yinping, Zhu Zhuqing, Li Daoliu and others showed up one after another, bursting out with soul consciousness, looking for the person who made the move.
"Someone come to rescue us?"
"?Who, Elder Guiyi? ! "
The Kunlun disciples, who were originally ashen-faced, all raised their heads, with eagerness in their eyes.
"Hahaha, Luo Yuan, the person you want to kill me, have you asked me if I am the head teacher?"
At this time, a familiar laugh sounded, resounding throughout Kunlun City.
All the Kunlun disciples were stunned.
"Teacher Master?"
"It's the voice of the Headmaster!"
"Didn't Elder Tianyi say that the master coach went mad and passed away three months ago"
"Is the headmaster alive?!"
The people of Kunlun Sect became excited.
Especially the three Xuanyang left envoys, Taiyin right envoys, and eight-armed ape king Yuan Ang crawled forward on their knees, shouting for the head teacher to save me.
"Qing Yuanzi?!"
Luo Yun also appeared above the execution ground, looking at the person in disbelief.
Wearing a green robe, with a mustache, in his fifties or sixties, holding Qingyun sword and wearing a yellow scarf crown, he is the former head teacher of Kunlun, Qing Yuanzi!
But as far as Luo Yun knew, Zhao Tianyi and Gu Zhengyi tricked this guy into picking up the blood-transforming magic knife, and his mind was already swallowed up by the terrifying bloody power, and he died completely. How is he still alive?
"Could it be the Blood Transforming Sword that won!"
Luo Yun's heart sank, and he thought Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, don't trick me, you agreed to entangle the blood-transforming magic knife, what the hell are you!
His Xuanhuang avatar burned the two messenger talismans in the Yuxi space, but Xiao Yun did not respond.
"Master!"
"Suzerain!"
"Luo Yuan, what's going on?"
Luo Yinping, Zheng Huaian, Li Daoliu and others came behind Luo Yun.
The people in the city scattered and fled.
Luo Yun used his eyesight to look at Qing Yuanzi for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know either."
"Teacher, Master, save us!"
The members of the Kunlun Sect stood up from the execution platform and shouted at Qing Yuanzi for help.
"Okay this seat is here to save you"
Qing Yuanzi held out his hand.
Just when the eyes of the Kunlunmen were full of hope, Qing Yuanzi swiped with one hand, and a strange black and white mist rushed out, forming a pike, killing thousands of Kunlunmen on the spot.
"Headmaster??"
Yuan Ang let out a scream, and the next second he was hit by the black and white mist, and the vitality in his body disappeared instantly, turning into a dry and cracked corpse.
None of the other Kunlun elders and disciples were spared.
"A bunch of trash."
Qing Yuanzi patted the sleeve robe, disapproving.
"this?"
Luo Yinping and the others were dumbfounded.
How did Qing Yuanzi kill all his Kunlun disciples? Not a single one was left alive.
"Necromancer's breath! It's you yes grandson so it's you."
Luo Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he revealed Qing Yuanzi's true identity.
"Hahaha! Luo Yuan, long time no see. I didn't expect you to move so fast. Not only did you destroy the Dayu Dynasty, but you also killed all the old guys in Kunlun."
"Amazing! It's really amazing. It seems that you didn't take the inheritance of Xianyuan Star for nothing."
Qing Yuanzi gradually transformed into a young man in yellow shirt while laughing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com