Maoshan Ghost King

Looking at the mighty troops coming down from the Snowy Mountain not far away, Hei Xiaose couldn't help but said: "Are these people from the Kunlun Sect so scared? There are so many people here all at once."

"It's not that they are afraid, but that they are ensuring nothing goes wrong. Looking at this posture, it seems that they want to keep all of our lives here." Ge Yu said.

"They can stay if they want? If we are all killed, the Kunlun sect will probably turn into ruins. First of all, the Qingcheng and Shushan sects will not be able to spare them." Yue Qiang said from the side.

"You are overthinking. Kill us. The Kunlun sect has opened the mountain gate array and many people who come can't get in. What's the use?" Bai Zhan said helplessly.

"Everyone will calm down for a while. Let's see if we can reason with each other. If we can't, we will take action. We are all decent people. We can't kill people unless we have to. Do you all hear that?" Li Banxian glanced with some worry. Everyone glanced at him.

Everyone just nodded silently, but they had something different in mind. If the other party made a fatal move, they would definitely be rude.

The other party put the knife on his own neck, smiled at the other party, and stretched his neck out. What's the difference between that and the second fight?

After waiting for a while, the group of people wearing white robes ran down from the snow-capped mountains. There were at least more than a hundred people, and they were probably all outstanding people in Kunlun Mountain.

Among them, the most conspicuous group of people walking in front were eight men in mourning clothes, each with a piece of white cloth tied on their head.

Among these people, Ge Yu recognized four at a glance. They were the four sons he met at Yujizi's house before, namely Nangongtian, Nangongdi, Nangongfei and Nangongcang.

Ge Yu had fought against the four brothers before.

As for the remaining four, they should also be the sons of Yu Jizi, and they have been practicing in Kunlun.

When these eight people in mourning clothes saw Ge Yu and his group appearing here, they were all furious.

Especially the boss, Nangong Tian, ​​raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at Ge Yu and said: "You bunch of bastards, kill my father. My Nangong family has no sworn relationship with you. I swear I won't be human until I kill you!"

With that said, the eight brothers got together and charged directly towards Wu Jiuyin and the others.

But they had just taken a few steps forward when several old men in white robes riding snow leopards stopped in front of them.

"Before the master arrives, you are not allowed to take action without permission. Please step back for the time being." An old Taoist with a cold face riding a snow leopard said.

"Uncle Yu Quezi, they killed our father, can't we take revenge?" Nangongdi said through gritted teeth.

"I don't want to repeat what I said a second time, so give up to the poor Taoist!" The old Taoist yelled angrily.

The eight Nangong brothers did not dare to disobey the old man's wishes. They were unwilling to do so and could only glance at Ge Yu and others fiercely before retreating one after another.

The Nangong brothers, the oldest is about fifty years old, and the youngest is at least in his twenties. They all look like they have good cultivation. If the old man hadn't stopped them just now, they would all have rushed over now. .

In just a moment, all the people from the Kunlun Sect on the mountain came down the mountain. There were a hundred or dozens of people, three levels inside and three outside, surrounding them like water.

Wu Jiuyin acted very calmly, with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was taking a nap, recharging his energy and waiting for the next battle.

After a while, Wu Jiuyin's eyes opened.

Because he felt a biting chill coming from the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Not long after, a large piece of snow and fog rolled down at a very fast speed. There was an old Taoist standing on top of the snow and fog, looking like he was flying in the clouds.

The old Taoist had a fly whisk on his shoulders and a sword on his back. He had an indescribable air of immortality, just like an immortal flying down from the sky.

If an ordinary person saw it, they would probably kneel on the ground and worship.

A cloud of snow mist floated directly over the heads of the Kunlun Sect disciples. In a moment, the snow mist quickly dissipated, and the old Taoist slowly fell from the air and landed among the crowd.

For a moment, there was a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami. The disciples of the Kunlun Sect knelt on the ground one after another and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Master Master."

At this time, everyone understood that the old Taoist who came driving the snow mist was the headmaster of the Kunlun Sect, Yu Hengzi.

After the old man landed, he waved his hand, and everyone stood up one after another.

Then, an old Taoist riding a snow leopard got off the snow leopard, walked straight to Yu Hengzi, bowed and said: "To the Master, I, the Kunlun Sect's Punishment Hall, have executed the thief Wu Jiu on the order of the Master." Yin, Ge Yu and others are besieged here, waiting for the leader to make his move."

"This old Taoist Niubi Hongbang has such a big air. Compared with him, Xuanmen Sect's headmaster's array is really far behind. Xiaoyu, you should learn from it and talk to headmaster Longhua about it next time. Come forward and act like this, Dora Feng." Hei Xiaose said to Ge Yu.

Ge Yu rolled his eyes at Hei Xiaose and didn't bother to talk to him. The atmosphere was so tense and he was still joking about the headmaster of the Kunlun Sect. He was really not that big-hearted.

Yu Hengzi looked straight at Wu Jiuyin, his face was cold and there was no expression in his eyes.

Wu Jiuyin also glanced at Yu Hengzi and immediately took two steps forward.

When the old Taoists around Yu Hengzi saw Wu Jiuyin's sudden move, they all displayed their magical weapons as if facing a formidable enemy.

These people all knew that the person in front of them was Wu Jiuyin, and they must have heard that Wu Jiuyin challenged two of the Three Saints of Kunlun and won, so they were naturally very wary of him.

However, Wu Jiuyin only took three steps forward and then stopped. He cupped his hands in the direction of Yu Hengzi and said very politely: "Junior Wu Jiuyin, a descendant of the Lu Di corpse-killing family, has met the Kunlun headmaster. Senior Yu Hengzi."

"Are you Wu Jiuyin, the descendant of Wu Nianxin?" Yu Hengzi asked coldly.

"Yes, that's right." Wu Jiuyin said neither humble nor overbearing.

"You are very courageous. You killed my Kunlun sect and you dare to come to the mountain. Aren't you afraid of death?" Yu Hengzi said again.

"The entire Kunlun Mountains are people from Kunlun. I can't leave, and I don't want to leave. I came here today specifically to apologize for my sins. This is all a misunderstanding. I hope that the master can give me some advice." A chance to explain." Wu Jiuyin said again.

"You killed people, what's the explanation? Murders must be repaid with lives, and debts must be repaid with money. This is a matter of course. Today, even if we break the heavens, this life must be filled by fate. Otherwise, I, Kunlun, How can the master convince the public?" Yu Qingzi blocked their escape route from the beginning.