nine thousand years old

Chapter 272 Catastrophe (Second Update)

kill!

The Xiuchun Knife slashed through the air, and with a bang, a knife was cut across the shoulder of a disciple of the Emei Sect, blood splashed out, the female disciple backed away in horror, and before she could make other moves, another Ming Fanzi had already rushed over, and the Xiuchun knife swept across and landed on her neck!
Whoa!

The hot blood splashed and rushed, and the female disciple collapsed in the pool of blood with a face full of despair. Her eyes followed the swaying figures, and the teachers and sisters were constantly being slaughtered on weekdays. It's a river of blood.

"Ha ha……"

"No... eunuch... ah..."

"Ha ha……"

In another place, a pretty good-looking junior sister was pushed to the ground by several fans. The fans rushed up with grinning grinning, tore off her disciple's uniform, and then bullied her onto her, bursting into a frenzied roar. screams, and there were shrill screams, which were extraordinarily miserable.

"Emei Sect, it's over..."

The disciple felt a burst of sadness, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and not long after, his body twitched violently, his eyes completely turned gray, and he lost his breath.

"Tell your subordinates, enough fun, kill them all!"

"The governor's order, no one from the Jianghu can stay!"

"Then burn down the main hall of the Emei Sect!"

Qin Yuting stood in the distance, with unconcealable ferocity in his eyes, watching a group of people fighting and ravaging among the female disciples of the Emei Sect. The first time he saw this scene was when he was dealing with the saintess of the White Lotus Sect. He still couldn't bear it, but now, he no longer had the slightest sympathy, but a sense of killing pleasure permeated his whole body.

"Yes!"

After hearing the order, a few hundred households from the East Factory showed ferocious aura on their faces, and after they cupped their hands one after another, they also rushed into the ranks of the slaughtered and ravaged. It has to be said that the disciples of the Emei Sect definitely aroused their desires.

"Qianhu, this female disciple is not bad."

A moment later, a hundred households came to Qin Yuting with a shivering female disciple in their arms. Qin Yuting lowered his head and glanced at him. The disciple was fair-skinned, exquisitely built, and looked terrified.

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Yuting said with a sinister smile,

"Take it to the back!"

"Yes!"

The Baihu understood Qin Yuting's meaning, laughed, picked up the female disciple, and threw it in a courtyard behind. Qin Yuting walked in with a big smile, and walked over directly. The slightest resistance.

Not long after, Qin Yuting came out laughing, while the Baihu was waiting outside, greeted him respectfully, and said with a flattering smile,

"Qianhu, you..."

"Go!"

Qin Yuting knew what this guy meant, so he waved his hand casually. With an unconcealable smile on his face, the Baihu rushed into the yard impatiently, and there was a burst of painful screams from inside. Voice.

This fight and ravage lasted for half a day. By the evening, all the disciples of the Emei Sect had been killed. There were corpses lying on the ground. Withstood a lot of torture.

On the ground, there is also a thick river of blood flowing, and the strong and pungent smell of blood is constantly permeating out. The whole world seems depressing and dead silent, and some faint wailing can even be heard. Obviously, there are still some people lingering on their last breaths. Die completely!
Qin Yuting rode his horse and stood in the mountains, with ferocious eyes, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the blood, and the still standing, but already extremely desolate and dilapidated main hall of the Emei Sect, pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and said ,
"Burned!"

"Yes!"

Countless fanzi roared out from behind with ferocious faces, all of them were carrying kerosene in their hands, and they kept spraying towards the corpses and the main hall of the Emei Sect. Soon after, torches were thrown out one after another.

boom!
The blazing flames ignited quickly and spread with the help of the wind, covering the entire mountain top in almost an instant. The scorching breath roared and rolled, and the faces of the people reflected turned red.

"go!"

With a sneer on Qin Yuting's face, he turned his horse's head and walked down the mountain, and all the gang members hurriedly followed. The majestic momentum almost tore apart the world!

……

At the same time that Qin Yuting led the people from Beizhen Fusi to slaughter the Emei Sect, the Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Wudang Sect, these three sects were also slaughtered by Fengyulou, Huainan Shisandao and others. Although there are some masters among them, the Huainan Thirteen Roads of Fengyulou are equipped with firecrackers and crossbowmen, and it is easy to kill them.

In less than half a month, the entire rivers and lakes, the six sects, except the real Taishan Beidou Shaolin Temple, the rest of the Huashan Sect, Emei Sect, Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Wudang Sect were all slaughtered.

Moreover, even the residences of each sect were burned down by the Dongji Incident Factory. These five sects could not even survive in name only, and they were basically completely destroyed. There was only one Shaolin Temple left, which was still alive.

And as for some other small sects, they were all wiped out by the forces placed in various places by the Fengyu Tower. These small sects didn't even stir up the slightest storm, and they were wiped out directly.

There were some timid ones who sensed the danger in advance and wanted to retire, but the Wind and Rain Building had already investigated their influence clearly and found them out one after another, and then there was another massacre.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed.

The massacres in the rivers and lakes gradually subsided, all the forces in the rivers and lakes were basically wiped out, and some people from the rivers and lakes who escaped by chance, under the pursuit of the East Police Factory, Fengyulou, and Huainan Thirteen Roads, one after another Escaped to the Shaolin Temple!

The huge Shaolin Temple is already overcrowded, and at the same time, people are panicking.

Boom!
The melodious and resonant bell sounded slowly from Mount Shaoshi, tore apart the sky, and spread mightily far away. In the quiet and majestic Buddhist scripture pavilion, there was a thin figure wearing a monk's robe, holding a The old monk on the broom looked down the mountain with a miserable face and solemn and compassionate eyes.

Today's Shaolin Temple is the only Jianghu sect left in the Jianghu. All the people from the Jianghu, facing the pursuit of Dongchang, have nowhere to go, and they all take refuge in Shaolin.

The huge Shaoshi Mountain was oppressive and dignified for a while, as if a mountain was pressing on the top of people's heads, making people unable to breathe, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the sky became dark and gloomy.

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping old monk pondered for a moment, then folded his hands slightly towards the west, the solemnity and compassion in his eyes became more and more intense, he muttered to himself,
"My Buddha is merciful!"

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"

"Brothers, after so many years of silence, it's time for us to come out!"

call out!call out!call out!
Various figures swept out from the scripture storage pavilion, and in an instant, they appeared in front of the old monk sweeping the floor. They were all dressed in gray robes, with wrinkled faces and miserable faces.

"Go down the mountain!"

"Go and meet the governor of the East Factory!"

"Squeeze the catastrophe in the rivers and lakes!"

(End of this chapter)