Difficulty: So I am an undercover villain

Chapter 218 Ghost Flower
The blood stained the loess, and the heavens wept.

Boom!

There was a sound of thunder, and the sky suddenly burst into purple light, and the torrential rain poured down, and the rainwater mixed with blood and wafted a strange smell of earth.

Inside the Supreme Chongzhen Hall, the lunatics who were used to seeing the scene of nine rounds of frozen natural disasters heard the sound of rain outside the window and felt the magnificence of the Daomen, with a look of intoxication on their faces.

After being intoxicated, the extinct lunatic began to think about his next plan.

After a long time, the extinct madman shouted towards the door.

"Night soul."

A figure appeared quietly, it was Night Soul.

"You return to Jiuluntian immediately, and go to the Annihilation Life Gate to buy a group of people for me." The Judgment Sun lunatic ordered in a deep voice.

"I don't know if the lord has any requirements for strength?" Yehun asked.

"It's better to have someone who is not weaker than you." Said the extinct fanatic.

"As ordered!"

After taking the order, Night Soul retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

On the Jiulun Continent, the fortune-teller and his party walked within the territory of Chongcriminal State.

On the vast snow-white land, the ice was deep and the snow was thick, and the figures of the four seemed extremely small.

During the dull walk, the voice of Yuan Wuxiang sounded.

"It's so easy to enter, I don't know if Jiuluntian is confident or arrogant."

Ji Kunpeng didn't respond, his mood was not high, and neither was Lu Shu, who was led by him.

Along the way, corpses littered the field, and the scene of ten rooms and nine empty spaces made him understand why Jiuluntian had to hit the high wall of the misery with his head.

It's not that they are stupid, but they have to do it under the pressure of heaven. Poverty is their only choice at present. If they advance, the people of all countries still have a way to survive, and if they retreat, they will wait for death.

And their so-called self-confidence is just an illusion created by the hope of survival. Once this illusion is punctured, Jiuluntian may collapse on its own and fall into extremes.

It's a pity that they don't know that this place of misery is inclusive of all rivers and rivers, what ethnic group can't tolerate it?

War is not the only way to survive. Sometimes you can take a step back to broaden your horizons and see the future.

It's a pity that after seeing the strength of Tai Yao Huang Jin, they still don't understand this truth and refuse to take a step back.

Ji Kunpeng sighed.

The fortune-teller who was walking in front heard his sigh, seemingly intentionally or not, and said: "Not long ago, Jiuluntian attacked Wushang Chongzhen and mobilized a lot of troops. It would take a while for ordinary outsiders to enter. trouble."

"What, Jiuluntian attacked Supreme Chongzhen!"

Although he doesn't like the current forces in the Taoist sect, but as a member of the Taoist sect, Yuan Wuxiang can't help feeling a little worried.

"It's useless to think too much, and it's too late to help you now."

Ji Kunpeng originally planned to send someone to tell Confucianism and Taoism to be more vigilant after returning to Hongmian, but he didn't expect Jiuluntian to move so fast, and now he can only hope for their own blessings.

Patting Yuan Wuxiang on the shoulder, Ji Kunpeng led Lu Shu to move on. After a long time, the group entered the stretching mountains.

Going deep into it, a round high wall appeared in front of several people.

"arrive!"

The fortune-teller swung a wave of energy at the gate on the high wall, the gate opened automatically, and the four entered in order.

After entering, Ji Kunpeng praised: "Unexpectedly, the gate of Mimiering Sheng is hidden in the mountains. No wonder even the people of Jiuluntian have heard of its name but can't see it."

"You seem to be very familiar with Jiuluntian in your conversation. Could it be that you are a local?" The fortune teller stopped and asked.

Ji Kunpeng smiled slightly: "You can think of Ji as a plane traveler, Jiuluntian is just one of the stops of my previous journey."

That's right, with Shen Yifei's memory, he can indeed be regarded as a plane traveler, but he is only a two-dimensional traveler with his eyes as his feet.

The fortune-teller nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He led several people into a guest room and said something.

"You stay here a moment."

Then turned and left the room.

After a while, the fortune-teller came in, and a middle-aged man who looked like a leader followed him and led a group of people in.

"Choose it yourself."

Ji Kunpeng raised his eyes and saw that there were men and women among these people, and although they were all in their prime, without exception, they all had the aura of death on their bodies.

Looking away, Ji Kunpeng shook his head.

Seeing this, the fortune teller didn't say anything, and waved his hand.

These people left, and after a while, the same leader brought in a new batch of people. These people were obviously of higher quality than those just now, and they were less angry and more hostile.

"Are you satisfied with these?" asked the fortune teller.

Ji Kunpeng didn't shake his head this time, but said, "If possible, I would like to buy a Guihua."

After the voice fell, the air was instantly quiet, and Ji Kunpeng clearly felt that the killers on the opposite side trembled unconsciously after hearing the name Guihua.

Yuan Wuxiang at the side noticed that the atmosphere was different, and the leopard claws hidden behind him popped out.

After a few breaths, the fortune-teller glanced at Ji Kunpeng with deep meaning, and then waved back the killers.

"You know that if you want to buy Guihua, you have to bet not only money but your life."

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the room returned to its original state.

"I understand the rules, lead the way!" Ji Kunpeng responded calmly with a calm expression.

The fortune-teller left the room without much explanation, and when Ji Kunpeng raised his foot to follow, Lu Shu yelled with a hint of worry on his face.

"Son."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

With a word of relief, Ji Kunpeng left the room.

As the fortune-teller came to a secret underground entrance, the fortune-teller said, "Go in!"

The moment one stepped into the basement, the door closed instantly, and as far as the eye could see, there was no light, only darkness.

Immediately, the sound of piercing through the air resounded in the tender drink, and Ji Kunpeng moved sideways slightly to avoid the flying knife.

One shot missed, and the second shot followed.

Ji Kunpeng's figure disappeared in a flash, and the person who lost his target and attacked didn't even think about turning around and stabbing.

Ding!
After three moves, the sound of battle stopped immediately, only the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the basement.

Pong!
When the dim candlelight came on, two figures appeared. He saw a woman in black holding a knife behind her back and stabbing the bone of the folding fan in Ji Kunpeng's hand. The echo just now was produced by the collision between the knife and the fan.

After the picture was frozen for a short time, a cold voice sounded.

"It's not easy for you to pick me up three times."

"Since you have recognized Ji's strength, then am I your beneficiary?" Ji Kunpeng brushed aside the long knife in front of him and smiled calmly, without any panic about being attacked.

Hearing that the woman in black sheathed her knife, she said indifferently, "Treasure your life, don't die so soon."

"Ha! If I die, you will be free!"

With a chuckle, Ji Kunpeng turned around and turned back, shaking his folding fan.

Sui Wulei followed behind.

After leaving the secret room, Ji Kunpeng led the new guards to join Yuan Wuxiang and the other two.

Returning to the previous guest room, all three of them were there. Yuan Wuxiang was a little surprised to see that Ji Kunpeng brought a woman back, and then he smelled a dangerous breath, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Seeing that the fortune-teller was also there, Ji Kunpeng said to him, "You can go to Hongmian Border Town to get the money, man, I will take it away."

The fortune-teller was not afraid of the other party's repudiation, so he let them go with a nod.

"Please!"

Then the three returned to the plight
(End of this chapter)