I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1188 Intersection

Daoist Qingxu glanced at the officers and soldiers guarding the door, and whispered in Wengchai's ear, "We must first make sure that Commander Sun is at home before we can do anything. Take me with you in a while." The two apprentices went over and asked the officers and soldiers first. If they were sure that General Sun was always at home, they would kill those officers and soldiers directly, put the bodies behind the gate, and then we would go in and start a killing spree! Many of those officers and soldiers have seen Poor Dao on Heifengzhai, if they recognize them, they can only trouble Brother Wengchai."

"These officers and soldiers will be handed over to the old man." As Weng Cai said, he took the two little Taoist priests and strode towards the door of Mr. Sun Babao's house. After the little Taoist priest Weng Caihuan walked away, Taoist priest Qingxu took a deep breath, and wanted to turn around to see if anyone found that he was not there. When he turned around, he happened to see Jin Batian's pair of eyelids. His round eyes were staring at him, the string of viscera hanging under his head was really shocking, especially the heart, which was still beating rhythmically at this moment, and the stomach and intestines were wriggling from time to time Even though Daoist Qingxu was daring, he couldn't help feeling a little nauseous. An ordinary person would be terrified to death by seeing such a horrible situation.

At this moment, Daoist Qingxu couldn't help but look at Jin Batian's head. He found that Jin Batian's face still kept the hideous appearance when he died. The only difference was that Jin Batian Unknowingly, a few big fangs bared out from his mouth, they were miserable white, and they were quite sharp at first glance. Daoist Qingxu knew a little bit about the head-dropping technique, he knew that the flying head-dropping technique They must drink human blood every day, otherwise they will not be able to perform the head lowering technique. Thinking of the scene where the grandson always saw Jin Batian's head, Daoist Qingxu felt excited for no reason.

He stared at Jin Batian for a while, and suddenly recalled all the situations in Heifengzhai in his mind, he couldn't help but sighed, and murmured: "Master Jin, it's really pitiful that you ended up like this , Pindao, for the sake of the friendship between you and me, let the little apprentice find that Ma Liuye to get your head back, otherwise your whole body will be wiped out, and there will be no bones left. It's hard for you, no matter what, you are also the overlord of one side, and you have ruled the Black Wind Village for so many years. The blood can be regarded as an explanation for you."

That Jin Batian's head shook twice in mid-air, the viscera under the head wriggled non-stop, wondering if he could understand Daoist Qingxu's words.

Daoist Qingxu shook his head and sighed, then turned to look at Wengchai and his two young apprentices. At this time, Wengchai had brought the two little Taoist priests to the gate of Sun Bazong's courtyard. When the officers and soldiers saw someone coming, they hurried forward and blocked their way.

"What are you doing?! Even Mr. Sun dared to break into Zong's house. He's going to die!" An officer and soldier looked Weng Chai and the two little Taoist priests up and down. The old man looked a little strange, not to mention the skinny ones, but he also had a very ferocious face. His gray hair was curled up and grew upwards, and there was a faint smell of rancidity coming from him.

Happy holidays everyone.

(End of this chapter)