Chapter 384 Nowhere to Be Found

Ming Shiyin frowned.

Turning around, he saw Zhu Honggong who had just fallen to the ground.

No, you have to find time to beat the old man well——

"Meet the Fourth Senior Brother...Meet the Third Senior Brother...Hey, Fourth Senior Brother, you are more handsome than yesterday."

Zhu Honggong was not polite, and also kowtowed to Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng.

Ming Shiyin: "..."

Well, let me forgive you for the time being.

Zhu Honggong came to him and said, "Master, my disciple has something to report."

"speak."

"The disciple received the Fei Shu from the traitor Si Wuya. He thought that the disciple was still as easy to fool as before, but he didn't know that under the earnest teachings of the master, the disciple has long been smarter than others..." Zhu Honggong said while saying Flattery.

"Stop talking, hurry up and read Feishu." Duanmusheng raised the Overlord Spear.

Zhu Honggong hurriedly opened the flying book and read:

"Master is here, please accept the disciples to worship..."

Duanmusheng stepped forward abruptly, grabbed the collar of Zhu Honggong, and lifted his feet off the ground: "It's too much!"

Zhu Honggong burst into tears: "I'm wronged... that's what the letter said!"

"..."

"enough."

Lu Zhou frowned.

Duanmusheng quickly let go, and the two knelt down, for fear that the master would be angry and anger them.

Lu Zhou glanced at the two of them, and didn't bother to reprimand them. With a wave of his hand, his qi rolled up the flying book and floated towards his palm.

Zhu Honggong did not dare to stop him, even if he had the guts, watching Feishu float towards Master's hand.

Lu Zhou opened Feishu and read it.

It turned out that what was written in Feishu was about Yu Shangrong and Zhang Yuanshan... The previous doubts about Yu Shangrong's killing of high-level targets were answered.

But at the same time, he was also worried.

"Master, what is written on the flying book?" Ming Shi became curious.

Lu Zhou waved his hand, and Feishu threw it out.

Ming Shiyin caught Feishu and read it again, frowning as he saw—

"Second senior brother fought Zhang Yuanshan at the sapphire altar? Zhang Yuanshan was sacrificed by the great witch Bama? The second senior brother may be more fortunate? Bama wants to target Motiange and avenge Mo Li? Master... Si Wuya, the traitor. You can't believe Feishu!" Ming Shiyin said.

"Fourth Senior Brother is right! The traitor's words cannot be trusted."

Lu Zhou got up, glanced at the three, and said:

"What Si Wuya said should be the truth."

Luzhou's judgment comes from 2000 points of merit.

Ming Shiyin and Zhu Honggong didn't think much about it. Master said so. That was definitely the reason. The two nodded and said in unison, "Master is wise."

Duanmusheng grabbed Feishu and read it, and said:

"...Bama is Loulan's No. 1 witchcraft genius. Over the years, Loulan's strength has increased a lot, and it's all related to this Bama. If this is the case, what should the second senior brother do?"

The three looked worried.

In particular, Jiang Aijian's Fei Shu was in front, which confirmed the rumors from the outside world.

Zhu Honggong said: "Master... Disciple still has something to report."

"speak."

"Yesterday, there were many low-level cultivators at the foot of Jinting Mountain. When the disciples saw that they wanted to make trouble, they drove them all away." Zhu Honggong showed a smile asking for credit.

make trouble?

The nerd is talking nonsense again.

Which practitioner dares to make trouble in Jinting Mountain?

Ming Shiyin frowned and said, "Idiot, you didn't ask anything?"

Zhu Honggong scratched his head: "It's said that something strange happened... Ask us for help, our Motian Pavilion is not a good hall.

"

Ming Shi gloated in his heart because of schadenfreude.

Old eight, old eight, you probably don't know Master's new routine.

What Ming Shiyin didn't expect was that Master and his old man were not angry because of this?

Luzhou paced back and forth.

The withering thing should have something to do with witchcraft. Maybe, Bama is brewing another conspiracy.

Thinking of Si Wuya's Feishu, Lu Zhou was a little worried about Yu Shangrong.

In the past, with Yu Shangrong's cultivation, why should Lu Zhou worry about him?

But today is different.

Yu Shangrong, how could he, as a master, stand by and watch?

Seeing Master, his old man fell into contemplation—

Ming Shiyin didn't understand, so he quickly bowed and said, "My disciple is willing to go down the mountain to investigate this matter."

Zhu Honggong followed and bowed: "The disciple is willing to investigate this matter with the fourth brother."

Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the two of them.

If it was in the past, Luzhou would not hesitate to let them carry out this task.

The problem is...there's the Great Umbama behind this.

Even the great witch Yu Shangrong would suffer, Ming Shiyin and Zhu Hong went there together, it was no different from sending him to death.

Indulge for a moment.

Lu Zhou said, "Don't worry. Since he is targeting Motian Pavilion, he will come..."

The three of them heard the words and said in unison:

"Master is wise."

...

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed, and everything was as usual.

On the eleventh day, night fell, in a wood and a tomb.

sand, sand, sand...

A dark figure stepped forward from the woods.

There are also many new corpses, crawling out of the grave, joining the group, and advancing slowly.

Look down from above.

There seemed to be a swarm of ants on the ground.

Behind the dark crowd, a small black carriage flew at a low altitude.

In front of the carriage, there are two people pulling the rope and pulling the carriage...

A burly figure, standing on the carriage, his eyes glowing green, looked at his large army with satisfaction.

This is the troops he has accumulated during this period of time, day and night.

A low voice came out of his throat: "Motian Pavilion, I hope this time, you can be satisfied..."

call!

The ink-colored carriage swept over the many shadows, driving all the corpses forward.

...

at the same time.

In the sky nearly 10,000 miles away from the Great Flame God Capital to the northwest.

Snow-capped and vast mountains.

On the many hills—

A figure in a green robe was suspended.

As soon as he turned around, he could see the trees and white snow as far as the eye could see.

No other figures could be seen.

The wind blew through Yu Shangrong's long hair.

He did not disperse the white snow, but let the snowflakes fall on the ends of his hair, so that the eyebrows were dyed white.

Yu Shangrong clasped his arms, and the longevity sword behind him trembled slightly as if he felt something.

With a slight smile, he faced the wind and snow and said, "We're home."

Stepping forward, his figure flickered, appearing dozens of feet away.

The next moment, Yu Shangrong appeared on the top of the tallest tree.

Looking at the front, it was like a sunken flat, and I was dazed.

A small flat land that stretches for dozens of miles and is surrounded by mountains.

All covered in snow...

Beneath the snow, vines, weeds, and looming dilapidated walls.

Things are not people.

Yu Shangrong tapped lightly on his toes.

Click!

Snowflakes fell all over the trees.

That towering tree has become different...

Yu Shangrong flew forward, and when he was halfway through the flight, he suddenly groaned and swayed.

"Um?"

After a volley, the flight stopped.

He lowered his arms and folded his palms.

hum!

A miniature Hundred Tribulations Cave Nether Dharma body appeared.

A single palm drags the Dharma body like a golden statue.

Yu Shangrong's eyes fell on the golden lotus seat under the Dharma body. .

On the rosette, purple spots increased, and one third of the rosette became purple.

"Gu technique?"