Chapter 243: Unexpected

Xu Mingyuan gathered nearly 20,000 bandits from east, west, north and south, and at the same time surrounded Huangqi Town. In addition to being a consummate monk in the alchemy period, there were at least a dozen monks in the alchemy period beside him.
Behind the dozen or so people are two to three thousand well-equipped bandits. Xu Mingyuan has a big plot this time, at any cost, so these people behind him are his elite.
At this time, they stood tall in the sky outside Huangqi Town, coldly looking at the heavily guarded Huangqi Town, and a person next to them stepped forward and said, "The Lord, are all ready."
Xu Mingyuan grinned, touched the bright bald head, a pair of leopard eyes shot out cruel rays, and said, "Bei Wuzong, the tortoise bastards, think I really don't know what they want to do."
"Today I will let them know that it's called iron pot stew bastard!"
Xu Mingyuan waved his hand, and several people behind him dispersed at the same time. The two to three thousand people also followed their heads in an orderly manner. Xu Mingyuan looked at Huangqi Town and smiled, "Everything I see will become Laozi’s. No one can stop it"
Just a moment later, the originally heavily guarded Huangqi Town suddenly heard the sound of killing. The guards in Huangqi Town turned to each other in an instant and killed the North Wuzong monk who was ambushing in the town.
At the same time, the defense prohibition of Huangqi Town was suddenly opened, and countless bandits poured in, cooperated with the guards of the town, and carried out a massacre on the monks of North Wuzong.
The guard of Huangqi Town turned to Xu Mingyuan, which was unexpected by no one. But the monks of Beiwuzong who were ambushing in the town suddenly noticed that their spiritual movement was greatly hindered. It was obvious that someone was in the food. Drugged.
Without aura to support them, they face enemies several times their own. It is conceivable that although the monks of the Northern Wuzong are very tough, in this kind of mental arithmetic and unintentional battle, there is still a one-sided situation. .
Many disciples of the North Wuzong were beaten to death, and more people flocked to other areas. First, all the monks of the North Wuzong must be killed. The elders of the North Wuzong, because of their high cultivation base, resist toxins. It was also strong, everyone was carrying the detoxification pills, so many people escaped.
They were forced into the central area of ​​Huangqi Town, surrounded by bandits and the guards of Huangqi Town. A man aged forty to fifty years old, with a large group of soldiers, surrounded the remaining monks of the Northern Wuzong.
A man in his thirties from Bei Wuzong stared at him fiercely and roared, "Hu Biao, you are a in your den, I must take your skin today!"
However, this man named Hu Biao always had a cold face on his face. He looked at the elder of Bei Wuzong who was still besieged by him yesterday and was besieged by him today, and said coldly, "Wang Xun, everyone Each is his own, the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, I advise you to surrender!"
Although Wang Xun’s mouth is very hard, he has the deepest poison. Because he has the highest strength, he has received the key care of Hu Biao. In terms of fighting alone, Wang Xun is definitely a tricky opponent, which undermines his fighting power. , The rest of the people, naturally, is not a problem.
Soon Wang Xun fell into a coma due to the toxic attack, and all the remaining people were captured and taken prisoners. The original carefully arranged killing was easily broken, and the hunter became the prey, and the prey was captured. Up the hunter.
Xu Mingyuan ordered that the monks of the North Wuzong in the formation period be locked in one place, and at the same time ordered the execution of all the remaining monks of the North Wuzong. These monks of the North Wuzong were shot and escorted to the central square.
They tied these North Wuzong disciples to the pillars, and a hundred or so executioners came with large iron rods in their hands. They grinned and waved the iron rods in their hands, aiming them at the heads of these North Wuzong disciples and slammed them. Go down.
The brain suddenly burst, and there was a banging sound. These disciples who were knocked on their heads with iron rods were convulsed all over, and those little bosses let people pour cold and snow water into their bodies, forming individual ice sculptures standing upright.
Xu Mingyuan asked his men to hang these ice sculptures around the head of the city to warn people in Huangqi Town. Dark clouds covered the entire Huangqi Town, and their fate was also held in Xu Mingyuan's hands at this moment.
Lou Yi is still guarding Yangjiatun at this time, and he doesn’t know that Huang Qi is now