Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

I really like Zhou Chu’s sentence in “Eliminate the Three Evils.”

Why don't you punish this little evil beast?
"I don't know how many normal people are here."

Zhou Li kicked Huang Silang in the leg socket, and with a thud, Huang Silang fell to his knees. Zhou Li took out his musket, pointed it at the back of Huang Silang's head, and said calmly: "But there are no good people here, I am sure of this."

Play?

Playing with hypocrisy and coercion, playing with your drawings and my guesses, playing with the cryptic confrontation between words, and playing with your brainless heads.

"You want to play with me, but I won't play anymore."

Pulling the trigger, Huang Shilang's head exploded like a watermelon. Zhou Li turned his head, the blood was not stained on his face at all, only his emotionless eyes were revealed.

Han Shizhong was sitting on the high platform. He looked at the scarlet color that occupied most of his eyes, and the cold-as-ice young man, whose expression was obscure and there was only fear and silence in his eyes.

"You're crazy."

A dry voice sounded hoarse, and Han Shizhong said slowly: "You have killed too many people, Zhou Li, you have gone completely crazy. Zhou Chu has eliminated three evils, and the last one is the crazy Zhou Chu. Zhou Li, you Want to get rid of yourself?"

Picking up the musket, Zhou Li weighed it, then threw the musket aside with some regret, letting it fall next to Huang Silang's head, who was still staring at death. He raised his head and looked at Han Shizhong, a smile appeared on his face.

"What? Are you not convinced?"

"You killed my stand-in, and then you killed Lord Zhao Xin and Zhao, who had made great military exploits for the imperial court, and his legitimate son Zhao Long. Now, you killed Huang Silang, the leader of the Huang family, in front of me. Zhou Li, you have committed too many capital crimes and no one can protect you."

Ignoring Zhou Li's words, Han Shizhong shook his head and said with regret: "And the most shocking thing is that you, a young man, are so bold..."

He suddenly threw the iron fan in his hand and hit the dead Huang Silang's head hard. Zhou Li's eyes narrowed, and the dagger in his hand stretched out, swallowing the iron fan through the gap, and then "spit" it out from Han Shizhong's side, hitting Han Shizhong's head.

Zhao Yun on the side was a little surprised. She didn't quite understand why Zhou Li suddenly wanted to leave Huang Silang's body intact to help Huang Silang's body block Han Shizhong's fan. However, she would not refute because Zhou Li always did the right thing.

He stretched out his hand and calmly caught the iron fan. Han Shizhong took out the edict. He looked at Joan of Arc who slowly got up from the ground and pulled off the Huang Silang mask from her face. A look of fanaticism gradually appeared in her eyes.

"How dare you bring Zonggui into an important place like the Peacock Tower, Zhou Li, you are committing a capital crime."

Throwing the edict on the ground, Han Shizhong stood up suddenly, with a dragon-tiger aura in his mouth, and shouted like thunder:

"Death penalty! Death penalty! Death penalty! What excuse do you have?"

"you dare!"

Zhao Yun stood up suddenly to protect Zhou Li.

"A pound of pear!"

Zhou Li slapped his thigh suddenly, stretched out his hand, and pointed at Han Shizhong.

The enthusiastic Han Shizhong looked embarrassed.

what?
Zhao Yun on the side was holding a spear in the same manner, pointing her other hand at Han Shizhong, with a highly serious expression.

"I'm sorry, the scene was a bit too fitting, I couldn't help it."

Zhou Li laughed, waved his hands, and said with a smile: "My lord, county magistrate, since I have so many capital crimes, what do you want to do?"

"You are suave with a touch of humor, Zhou Li, you are still as admirable as ever."

Zhao Yun agreed with admiration. "The death penalty is avoidable."

Han Shizhong held an iron fan and lowered his arms slightly, with a strange luster in his eyes, "You can't escape your sins. Since you can't bear zombie slaves to exist in the world, please ask Mr. Zhou to hand over this Western zombie to me. I will How about leading many zombie slaves who were harmed by Huang Silang back to the underworld?"

"Oh, you want Jeanne."

Zhou Li suddenly understood and nodded. He looked at Joan who had pulled the bullet out of his head and said, "Jane, this old boy is interested in you."

"That's not possible, Mr. Zhou."

With a solemn expression, Joan of Arc said: "I am the number one village girl in France, not to mention a dead death knight. I must not engage in adultery with ordinary humans. Please help me reject this old man, Mr. Zhou." Boy, let him die."

"look."

Zhou Li spread his hands, not bothering to correct Joan's grammatical problem, and his face was full of teasing, "Old Han, you are not charming enough, people are not willing to follow you."

"Yes."

Zhao Yun nodded and agreed: "Zhou Li is right."

"Heh... I know you are confident and think you can kill me here."

Han Shizhong twisted his neck, and the clicking sound was particularly clear. He looked at Zhou Li and said with a faint smile: "Zhou Li, let's get straight to the point, it really hurt the moment you killed me."

"That's Zhou Li's fault, I'm giving you face."

Zhao Yunyi said righteously.

Han Shizhong paused for a moment before continuing: "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I will set up such a stupid Hongmen Banquet again after realizing that your strength is far beyond my imagination?"

"Zhou Li has already figured it out."

Zhao Yun folded her arms, sneered and said disdainfully.

"if not?"

Zhou Li seemed to have not heard Zhao Yun's compliments, and spread his hands indifferently, "Old Han, the more you practice, the more you practice. How much of a threat does Ye Bu Shui pose to me? Even if you have all those mahjong faces of yours, Pull it out, do you think it’s enough for me to fight?”

"Of course I know that you don't care about the night, and I also know that the Jin Yiwei and the bad guys have now surrounded this Peacock Tower, but..."

Han Shizhong stood up slowly. He took out the iron fan, raised it slowly, and then dropped it heavily.

boom!
The iron fan hit the inconspicuous stone table. Immediately, the sound of mechanical friction came from under the stone table. Along with the sound of gears interlacing, the entire stone table disappeared into the stone floor. Han Shizhong looked down at Zhou Li with a cold smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter."

"I don't care either."

The stone table sank into the stone floor, and the Peacock Tower began to fall, as if it were a nail that penetrated the mountain.

That's right, down.

The shape of the Peacock Tower is an inverted pyramid, with the spire firmly inserted into the top of the mountain. The collapse of the stone table connected countless mechanisms and ropes around it, and the entire Peacock Tower began to "insert" into the mountain of Anshan at a slow and powerful speed.

Soon, on the top of Anshan Mountain, the Peacock Tower that once blocked the sun disappeared. All the people in Anshan looked at the top of the mountain in astonishment. The empty top of the mountain revealed the setting sun. (End of chapter)