Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 3
Unfortunately, Zhang Yuanqing's wish did not come true.

He was left behind to form the "Xuanming Sect", nicknamed Mozun, who was at the same level as the Four Great Corpse Ancestors.

The high level of the Xuanming Sect has gradually grown in size. So far, the Demon Lord and the Four Great Corpse Ancestors have become the masters of the town religion. Underworld Emperor Zhu Yougui has become the apparent ruler of power, and under him is the ghost king Zhu Youwen.

During this period, Zhang Yuanqing secretly sent a letter to Yuan Tiangang, but there was no reply after half a month, and he did not know if he had received it.

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Liang Jun camp.

Zhu Wenduan sat in the coach's position without saying a word, with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Is father still worried?"

Zhu Yougui stood up and asked.

A cold light flickered in Zhu Wen's eyes, and he said, "Can my son see the eyes of that Demon Zunlou?"

"Eye?"

Zhu Yougui was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't notice this.

"That person has double pupils, but they are the 'double pupils' of the legendary sage."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yougui was shocked at first, and then looked at his father with a solemn expression.

"Do you want a baby"

As Zhu Yougui said, with murderous intent on his face, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Such visions of heaven and man are destined to be extraordinary people, and there is no one who has such visions in history that is not a prince or overlord.

The ancients were superstitious, and no one would want to have such a powerful character under their hands.

"Don't worry, right now is the time for employing people, besides, he is very capable, and he is about to start a war with Huang Chao, so it is ominous to kill the general."

Zhu Wen let out a long sigh, and said quietly: "My son must hold the Xuanming Sect firmly in his hands, and don't make a wedding dress for others."

"My child understands."
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After the makeover, Zhang Yuanqing put on a black flowing cloud robe and a hideous mask, just like a great devil in the world.

The next day.

Zhang Yuanqing sat alone in the camp practicing kung fu to heal his injuries.

With both hands making a tactic, the internal force of the Divine Illumination Skill circulates in front of the body like a star, exuding a mysterious aura.

As the zhenqi circulated around the sky, Zhang Yuanqing's hidden wounds and internal injuries quickly healed.

Qi and blood boiled, and steam rose from the top of his head.

Under the powerful effect of the Divine Illumination Technique, the penetrating wound on Zhang Yuanqing's chest disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The smooth skin is rosy, without any blemishes.

After a night of practice, he finally fully recovered, and his inner breath was in harmony with each other, completely different from before.

Zhang Yuanqing put on a mask and went out to welcome the rising sun of the new day.

However, Zhang Yuanqing's beautiful morning was spoiled by a lament like a boudoir's resentful wife.

"Yo~ This injury is completely healed? The whole person is different. Look, just let a beautiful and beautiful woman wait for you all morning but you are ruthlessly snubbed, it is really a flower Intentionally flowing water is ruthless~"

Turning my head to look, I saw a charming and enchanting beauty leaning against the corner of the wall and weeping pitifully.

A pair of evil eyes were crying pear blossoms with rain, wearing light makeup, and her long pink hair was blown by the evening wind, very graceful.

She is also wearing simple round earrings, holding a basket full of petals in her hand, and an exotic style blows her face. She wears a navel dress on her upper body and tattoos on her waist, showing a proud figure .

While crying, the general reached into the flower basket with one hand and sprinkled petals to set off the atmosphere.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing's embarrassment and cancer.

"It's really you, General."

Zhang Yuanqing hurried over to pull her away, so as not to embarrass her in public and lose face.

In a deserted place, Zhang Yuanqing pushed the general against the wall.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Is there anything I can't say properly, as for you?"

Changing his face, Jiangchen wiped away his tears, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's waist, greedily inhaled the breath on his body, and kept moving and stroking with his hands.

"Yes, yes, that's the feeling, this mysterious breath, the unique way of practicing kung fu, it's so wonderful."

Zhang Yuanqing was about to push her away, but was pinned against the wall by the general's backhand clasping her wrist.

A pair of exquisite pink fox eyes revealed a eager look.

"Good brother, let my sister study your body, okay? My sister will not want your eyes at all."

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Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps from outside.

Suddenly a soldier appeared.

"Master Mozun, Lord Corpse Ancestor, Emperor Underworld summons you."

It's really degrading for the two of them to pose in such an ambiguous pose in this small corner with no one in it.

The air was suddenly quiet, and a strange atmosphere appeared.

The pawn suddenly felt a chill go down his spine, and ran away in fright.

"I didn't see anything, please don't kill me~"

"gone."

The general pretended that nothing happened, twisted his waist and walked faster and faster calmly.

If Zhang Yuanqing hadn't seen that glistening red earlobe was unbelievable, maybe he really thought that this woman had no taboos.

Soon.

In Zhu Yougui's camp.

All the senior officials of Xuanming Sect gathered together.

Zhu Yougui turned sideways, revealing an old woman with a hideous appearance and a short, stooped figure behind her.

"Everyone, Xuanming taught 'Po Meng' to return to her throne."

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes under the mask poured into a golden light. You are here, Shi Yao.

Zhang Yuanqing still echoed: "Congratulations to Underworld Emperor for accepting another general, and congratulations on the great cause of Xuanming Sect."

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into the night.

Thirty miles away from Liang Jun's camp.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Zhang Yuanqing, who wanted to take the opportunity to meet Shi Yao, followed in the direction of the bloodstain just in case.

Deep in the forest, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

The remaining limbs and arms on the ground were still warm, and the pink intestines on the torn horse corpses were wriggling unconsciously.

The fragments of the sword soldier armor turned into flying flowers and sank into the trees and stones.

It can be seen from this that this person's power is unfathomable, and his nature is ferocious and bloodthirsty, he is by no means easy to be with.

Faintly, Zhang Yuanqing heard wailing and screams from the depths of the forest, as well as the horrifying sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

Zhang Yuanqing's figure flashed and flew up the tree.

Among the corpses on the ground, a tall and graceful figure was holding the arms of a bandit.

"Thorn-"

One person, two corpses, flesh and blood separated.

"That's a firefly hook?"

Zhang Yuanqing recognized the woman who was enjoying the killing, and felt a chill in his heart.

The blood stimulated Yinggou's bloodthirsty nerves. At this moment, she was squinting her eyes, breathing in the fragrant bloody smell in the air, intoxicated by herself.

Suddenly, Yinggou's blood-red eyes flashed a red light, staring fixedly at the direction where Zhang Yuanqing was hiding.

"I can smell it, there is breath on your body."

In an instant, Yinggou came to Zhang Yuanqing in a flash.

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked, and flew back...too fast, I couldn't see clearly, what kind of monster is this!

The corner of Yinggou's mouth twitched, her glamorous face revealed a morbid and bloodthirsty mad killing intent.

I saw her raising a jade hand, and her blood-red zhenqi surged out like a giant snake that devoured people.

While Zhang Yuanqing was tossing and flying, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind him, his palms were filled with true energy, and they turned around to meet each other.

When the two Xeon Qi collided, the air exploded, and huge waves broke out and surged around.

All the surrounding vegetation and rocks collapsed.

"puff--"

Even though Shenzhao's internal power is unparalleled in the world, the gap in power still puts Zhang Yuanqing at a disadvantage.

Yinggou's skill is at least the Great Heavenly Rank, and he is also the best among the Great Heavenly Ranks.

Zhang Yuanqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he knew that if he couldn't have a fight with her today, it would be difficult to escape.

"You are very strong, I like it very much."

Yingying hooked her head with killing intent, her body flew towards Zhang Yuanqing like an off-string arrow.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing also followed suit.

The body is as fast as a ghost, invisible and soundless, and there is no trace on the ground.

The general outline of silent essentials: "Moisturize things silently, step cleanly, and body steady, walking with the spirit" is vividly displayed by Zhang Yuanqing at this moment.

Between the jungle, two extremely strong internal forces are constantly entangled and collided, and the burst of energy is already a murderous weapon, extremely dangerous.

Just when the two were fighting hard, Yinggou's aura surged again, and her infinite murderous aura turned into a giant python to kill.

Zhang Yuanqing grasped the opening of the door in Yingying's hook, and flew up with a touch of luck on his fingertips, turning into a streamer and flying upwards.

Dodging several blows of true energy, he pointed at Yinggou's eyebrows.

"Wake me up!"

At this time, Yinggou's charged palm also hit Zhang Yuanqing's chest.

"boom--"

All sounds are silent.

Zhang Yuanqing flew upside down like a kite that was unthreaded.

Yinggou's bloodthirsty eyes gradually cleared up.

After breaking several big trees, Zhang Yuanqing vomited blood and his breath was weak.

Before he fell into a coma, Zhang Yuanqing had only one thought in his mind: Lao Tzu's injury might as well not be healed...

Yinggou, who regained consciousness, shook her head, looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was lying in a pool of blood in the distance, and murmured:

"Yeah... is he dead?"

(End of this chapter)