Chapter 511: Collegiate

"roll!"
Lord Purgatory slammed loudly and slammed his hand against the wall. The mahogany-inlaid masonry walls were undulating, and the entire wall was inlaid with extremely deep mahogany winds. The wind was smashed into pieces by the violent air.
At this moment, the curtain moved lightly, a middle-aged scribe entered slowly, a white shirt and blue towel, good appearance, a pair of tiny eyes destroyed the temperament of temperament.
"Speak for Lao Tzu!"
The Purgatory Lord did not turn his head back, hitting a palm, the air flow like a dragon, coming in random, the middle-aged scribes waved gently, like a willow leaf fluttering, leading left and right, fierce vigor, guiding him Then, it suddenly turned into a breeze that filled the room and scattered with the window.
"The first seat, this is the end, why is the anger so good? If the two heads are told, only the ears will be laughed. The urgent task is to break the situation."
The middle-aged scribe walked slowly to the window, overlooking the cliff opposite, and the sky was windy.
Today, there are two deputies in charge of the ghost gate, two brothers of the Purgatory Lord. In the past, all three were trained under the old dead wooden ghost seat.
The two elders of the Purgatory Lord, fortune-telling, are only half a step away from the realm of soul-sense, and they also carefully kill the secrets of ghosts and gates. They are so powerful that even the soul-old ancestors don't dare to light them. , Hold up the slaughter of the ghost gate prestige.
Middle-aged scribes knew that the Purgatory Lord had always been competing with the two leaders, so they deliberately took the two leaders to talk.
Sure enough, Lord Purgatory stopped his fury and said coldly, "Break any game, younger, I must not let this one die. However, now is the time and let the children be crazy."
The middle-aged scribe returned and said, "The first one must not be overlooked. Children must wear tiger skin in the end. If they want to clean up, they must not leave any flaws, otherwise they will fail and suffer."
The Purgatory Lord saw the middle-aged scribe and said coldly, "Say any method, this time is the time, and what circle is there with the Lord?"
The middle-aged scribe is the master of training for the ghost school, and the courage to kill the ghost gate is entered. This time, the gate of the ghost is entered into the dragon's head. The purgatory lord is the leader and the middle-aged scribe is the assistant.
Middle-aged scribes said, "To get rid of juniors, there are nothing but two ways, one slow and one fast, slow is safe, and fast is risky. To be slow, it is managed by Su Mou, Xunyue must be successful. Although children are crazy, but If the leader of the small guards talks about power, how can I overwhelm me to kill the ghost gate, and I only need to urge the gate's relationship in Shenjing Yaomen a little, and I am afraid that I will run into a hundred households in the dead zone? "
Although Dayue was famous, the influence of the major forces, especially the Gaomen family, on the court system was already very deep.
After all, this is a world where the strong are respected. The major divisions have created strong people. It is naturally easier than ordinary people to invade the court.
The gate of killing ghosts is the seven high gates, with hundreds of years of martial arts, and a deep foundation. If you want to use the official power and crush Xu Yi, it is naturally difficult.
"Hum, Junior, is it worth the effort?"
The Purgatory Lord was displeased. He hated Xu Yi so much that it was not because the monster plant was in a bad position, but because the thief kept him in the public eye and lost his face.
He had to let Xu Yi be lost in his own hands before he was willing to give up, but how can he settle the matter with the help of external forces.
The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly. He guessed that the Lord of Purgatory would not allow this method, and his heart was regrettable. However, as the master, he also had to do his best to plan and groan for a moment, saying, "If you want to be fast, then only The killer, a thunder strike, for a successful strike. "
"This is exactly what you want!"
The purgatory lord shot the edge of the window heavily, "I also ask you, Lao Su, to make a plan for me. The thief and I have barely counted against each other. This thief also has some skills, but it is difficult to be in the elegant hall. The only one who can be considered is this thief. The soldiers on his side are heavy. Once they are killed, they must alarm the soldiers. If they fail, it will be a disaster. "
Middle-aged scribes, "For a while, this is not a good law."
Lord Purgatory frowned, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly. "Why is the first one anxious? Someone is sure that someone is more anxious than the first one."
When the words came out, I heard a voice saying, "Lord Qilu, Lord Shenzong, Lord Listening, and Lord Buddha."
The sarcoma on the forehead of the Purgatory was instantly congested, and the middle-aged scribe laughed, "Please come in quickly." Then, hurriedly greeted the door and reminded, "The first seat is right or wrong, you can't hide it, here. It ’s not a place for visitors, and you go to church. "
The Purgatory Lord hummed, followed closely.
The two entered the lobby, but when they saw Ming Shenzong, Song listened to the book, and went to the good Buddha, the three of them were sitting and drinking.
"I don't know if the three are here, what can you tell me!"
Lord Purgatory took the lead in speaking, his face full of anger, and his heart was extremely upset.
He couldn't guess where the three were coming from, but he couldn't bear the monster plant.
Think of the irony that these three men had joined forces to protect the little thief, and now they are seeking to deal with that little thief.
Ming Shenzong sneered, "Lao Song, Big Buddha, I said that people didn't appreciate it, and I thought I was asked for it. Why should we face our cold with a cold face? Without him, we can do the same!"
Lord Purgatory shot the case and said, "Well, what are you going to do for this deity!" The sound of thunder, shaking the house and smashing the dust, and Song Duanshu, who was drinking tea, looked up at the Buddha and lowered the tea cup.
Ming Shenzong stood up and was waiting for Fusuo to leave. The middle-aged scribes pressed him back to his seat. "You, everyone, this door is under the thief, and I ate a lot of secret losses. Everyone understands. What is your intention here, the first one knows with me. If the little thief is not removed, how will your face be saved. As for the ownership of the demon plant, this door is willing to discuss with the princes. "
The Purgatory Sovereign and middle-aged scribes all understand that these are here for the sake of the monsters.
Since such a heavy treasure has been seen, according to the temper of these people, is there no reason to let it go.
The reason for this is simply to know that the killing ghost gate can never let the little thief out of coordination, and the two sides have turned into a ring trap.
"Jiuwen Su Zhangyuan's arbitrariness, and he was really happy."
Song listened to a fan of a book and laughed, "Purgatory, in the face of the Ming people do not speak secretly, little thief, I want to get rid of it. Here, we are discussing how to distribute the demon plant."
Lord Purgatory sneered, "Ghostfire Dantian is abandoned, but his mouth is still there. Would the deity invite ghostfire to come, and then talk about waiting with others, who is that demon planter?"
The Shangshan Buddha gently shook his head and folded his hands together. "The good and the good are born, the treasures are born, the dwellers live in it, and the purgatory donors always hold on to vain thoughts."
The Purgatory Lord's sarcoma was extremely trembling, and he sneered coldly, "The thief is bald, the deity hates the most in his life, and so on, he is so full of desire that he wants to talk about the Buddha's preacher, shameful and hateful!"
The Shangshan Buddha's fat face was reddish, and he was still in the same position. "The donor is impenetrable to the karma. How do I know that my Buddha is vast and all causes and effects, like dreams, are in contention, good and good."
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