: 76 mutiny

On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the day of the Lantern Festival.
Even in the Beijing suburbs, there are 66 consecutive lanterns hanging in the house, which is especially festive.
In the mansion of the national division, it is dark, and lingering, and the oppressive atmosphere of Xiaoxiao makes the beautiful birds and feathers raised in the big golden cage hanging under the gallery.
They are not ordinary birds, but demon.
It is a gift that the monks brought to the first master of the magic.
In addition to the lack of freedom, they are not arrogant, not practicing, many birds are going to be in the Golden Age.
The demon repair is the most sensitive to the flesh and blood. Hai Dongqing, who looks like a god, extends his head from the gap of the golden cage. After careful resolution, he twists his hair and makes a low cry.
"What do you want to know?"
Next to Haidongqing is a mountain that refines the transverse bones of the throat. Its small eyes are almost shining: "I know the guy who just killed! It is the apprentice of the sword!"
The birds were horrified, the feathers stood up, and the peacock almost opened the screen.
I can start talking, I can’t talk and sing.
There was a scream in the wind, and all the birds shut up and dared not make a sound.
More than a dozen magical periods of the magical period, silent standing on the roof and the treetops, the magic repairs in the whole house, all boundlessly bound to the hands and feet to a partial hall.
The candle burned, there was a black hole outside, and there was no light at all.
The low-level demon who acted as a servant in the mansion was frightened, and every time he heard the subtle screams coming from outside, their eyelids were a hop. Sometimes the sound comes from the wall and underground.
The magical monks who can live in this house are all optimistic about the rising star of the magic road. They vaguely know that there are other secret passages in the house that can be accessed. Those are the subordinates who are truly trustworthy by the swordsman.
Is it a mutiny?
The insignificant little people were and thrown here. The magic corrections that were originally hidden in the underground for surveillance and intelligence were slaughtered. I don’t even participate in the daily life of the Beijing City, and I’m in the retreat...
Everyone sucked in a cold air.
Still uneasy, I heard that some of them were breathing and squatting on the ground.
The monk who was in the same room as this man, nervously called his name, and his face was tense.
The ropes that twisted the silk are earned constantly, but if they are really struggling, they can completely stand up in front of the ground and twist back.
It is not difficult to escape from the partial hall. The problem is that someone in the dark is watching them.
"Hey."
The first monk who climbed out fell to the steps, and the night was accompanied by thick fog, which seemed to be ghostly.
6 Afterwards, some people struggled to climb out, their eyes were straight and their expressions were distorted. No matter who shouted and blocked them, they turned a deaf ear. They rolled out of the hall in a rather ugly way, and they fell silently in the thick fog.
"Insane, crazy!" The rest of the monks were stunned and did not understand why these people were going to die.
On the outside of a branch of a plum tree, the magical mask of the face of the green-faced fangs and ghosts was quietly stood. He had killed 16 people and gas spread in the fog. He did not know what happened. The command given to him by the Sword Sword was to arbitrarily leave the eccentric to kill the innocent.
In the same situation, it also happens in the underground tunnel.
It’s just that this is even more fierce. The monks who are responsible for secretly transmitting the message are almost half-infiltrated by Ji Hong. The rest are also the little ones who listen to the orders of the martial arts.
Sui Shou Zun alone sat alone in the backyard of the waterfront pavilion, which was so cold that it could cool down a layer of frost.
The delicate, well-maintained shadows are piled on the low table next to them.
The mist floated into the house, drooping, and the black robe was laid on the smooth and tidy wooden floor. The fingers in the sleeves were pale and slender.
"Master."
The arrival of the Supreme Master has broken this dead silence.
He was coveted by the blue color and stood outside the pavilion and slammed: "There is no movement outside the mansion, and there is no special movement in the capital. Ji Hong may not really have foreign aid, and no one has instructed him."
The swordsman is cold and silent.
This is the second day that Ji Hong was left behind.
Yesterday, after talking about the theater and the release, they immediately returned to the house, secretly stunned Ji Hong in the dark, and dragged him to the secret room in the deepest part of the prison.
Which demon has no dungeon? Can be vacant, but must have a cell that can keep the Mahayana monks! Otherwise, if you are anxious to use, where to find it?
Isn't this even a demon statue?
Ji Hong, a monk who built the foundation period, can escape from prison? No, when he is awake, he can only see the four walls, and he doesn't even know what happened.
I must be shocked and angry, I don’t know how to be attacked, and who the perpetrators are.
Those who are controlled by the Daxueshan phonics are shallow, and when they hear the sound, they lose their consciousness. Seriously, even the soul has left a mark and become a slave to the controller. No matter how far apart, you will be summoned.
Everyone in the mansion was concentrated. At night, it was estimated that Jihong was already awake. He was locked in prison and he had to figure out what it was, which would inevitably drive the slave to approach him.

Da Baoguo Temple and Baishan Academy...

"The people there can't control us. If we dare to break into it, kill innocent people."
The two were silent for a while, listening quietly to the vague screams in the dark night.
Every sound symbolizes the death of someone.
That is the subordinate of the Sword Sword, and may be promoted to the young monks of the Magic Road in the Yuan Ying period, and they are killed by mercy, but also because of the command of the Sword Sword.
"Master, don't think about it. They have already --" The Supreme Master tried to persuade, but found himself not the piece.
"They have no way to live."
The monk who is deeply controlled by the Daxueshan enchantment is not a person but a shackle.
When Ji Hong is dead, their minds will follow the erroneous and mad, and those who are under slight control will be difficult to practice. The illusion of the heart will disappear. If they can't get rid of the residual influence of the vocalization, they will eventually die.
Ji Hong, almost ruined hundreds of low-level demons under the sacred swordsmanship, more than they had expected.
This kind of loss, no matter which demon, can't help but be angry.
"Split sky..."
"Master?"
The Sword Sword Lord always faces away from the pavilion, which allows the split sky to see only one back.
Half a sigh, the sword sighs sighed: "Ji Hong this person, thirty has not arrived, make the means, lurking my knees before and after the ten years. First came to this house, quietly control all he can reach The man, the dense cloth under a big net, in time, wait until the success of the knot, even if I have always confiscated him as a disciple, with his step-by-step expansion to improve - Yuan Ying period, the magic period, today I call the order Everyone has the potential to be his jealousy."
"Master respects you more." The sorcerer's brow does not wrinkle. "There is no flaws, no doubts. How can he have this ability?"

Who is going to pay attention to a low-ranking monk?

"Uh?"
"When he arrived at the Yuan Ying period, he barely entered me and waited for him to think about what kind of power he had?"
The bad habits of the comprehension world, the circle of high-ranking monks, the people below the Yuan Ying period can not touch. Similarly, high-ranking monks dismissed what happened to the rest of the people.
浣剑尊者一拍桌: "Include you!"
The stalwart trembled with the table.
Sure enough, the next sentence of the sword is -
"You are too stupid, Ji Hong built a base period in a few words, you can lie to you. For a long time, you are very appreciative of him, give him confidence, and wait for the season to reach the stage of the gods or even the Mahayana period, you are his next one!"
The sorcerer touched his nose, and the weak rebuttal: "This has not happened."
Then flattered.
"The teacher's eyes are like a torch! Ji Hong's heart is not exposed?"
When the atmosphere is wrong, he always calls the master, at least it sounds serious.
The sword sage is not angry: "There is still no end! Ji Hong's ability to be a prophet, even his talent, Da Xueshan confession, is not a natural skill!"
"I will go to torture and torture him!"
"Get back!" Sword Swordsman was covered in black and fierce. "Which don't go, sit down for me!"
"..."
"What kind of eye can you be Ji Hong's opponent?"
Listening to this reprimand, the Supreme Master can't wait to dismantle the skeleton of the culprit, and succumb to the status quo, he can only honestly discuss with his own master:
"Da Xueshan Qiankunguan gang guys, although awkward, but look at that thing is more tight than anything, this confusing sound is not the basic method of the North Xuan faction was robbed, once the world is full, to the present mortal There are still one or two manuscripts in the ancient books shop. Even in Qiankunguan, few people can learn this superior technique."
"Yes, there is still a little brain, not all of it leaks."
"..." This praise is better than nothing!
Through the coveted, the sacred sacred man vaguely saw that his master took a round thing and stuffed it into the entrance, and suddenly felt a little relaxed.
- There is still a mood to eat, obviously the anger has disappeared.
Yan Jian said slowly: "Ji Hong has too many secrets. We shut him down. On the one hand, I have to ask the secrets of his unpredictable prophets. On the other hand, what will happen in two hundred years."
"I want to lie to him and say it, I am afraid..."
"He is already in your palm and my hand, the chopping board of fish, let me live and die, what is the cost of deception?"
Desperately glanced at the apprentice, Sui Jianzun sneered and said, "The one of the treasures in my treasure house, the Miaojiang dynasty king was sent to the teacher, and the magical repair of the base period was able to withstand this torture. ?"
The eyes of the Supreme God are bright.
Sword Swordsman continued to frown: "You can't relax on the outside, lest you get the second hand behind Jihong, or what is behind the scenes. Cracking the sky, do you know how to do it?"
"Strictly check the capital?"
"Humph!"
The sorcerer of the sword stunned and turned, and the coveted windless, revealing his face completely different.
"... Teacher, Master, what do you eat in Yan Dan?"
Sword Sword Lord is eight hundred years old. He has been practicing swords in the South China Sea for four hundred years. He is said to have traveled for many years in the world. During the period, he took a split from the sky. He assisted the new dynasty three hundred years ago and expelled Qiankun to Daxueshan.
Few people have seen the true face of the Sword Lord.
After the monk was eight hundred years old, his appearance began to age. Without Yan Yan, he could not maintain his youthful appearance.
"Who is your master, this seat to Wan Chun."
"Yes, cough, not..."
"The fifteenth night of the first month of the United States combined with the magical sect of the sacred rebellion, killing the sacred sword of the sage to Wan Chun." Someone threatened.
"..."
I know that Master never mentions his own name. Before the age of eight hundred, he does not show his true face. There is a conspiracy!
This is not going to play!