The strongest starting system

Chapter 47 Meet Again
Zhao Wushuang glanced around, but he did not find Zong Shou. He smiled coldly and said, "The monk can't run away from the temple, and he will still die at that time."

Yun Nishang nodded, and Zhao Wushuang faintly became her backbone.

"How to deal with this person?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"Kill it!" Yun Nishang's eyes showed murderous intent, recalling what Tenglong had done to her, she was extremely angry.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know a secret, as long as you don't kill me, I will tell you." At this moment, Tenglong finally knew how to be afraid. Compared with his backbone, his life was more important.

"Oh? What secret?" Zhao Wushuang asked out of curiosity.

After Yun Nishang heard the word "secret", the murderous intent on Yun Nishang's face became even more intense, and he directly smashed the head of Tenglong who had not had time to beg for mercy with a stream of mysterious and heavy water.

The red and white liquid alternated, and Zhao Wushuang was stunned. He didn't expect Yun Nishang to kill him directly.

What's happening here?
Zhao Wushuang looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if he wanted to get an explanation from her.

"This kind of person shouldn't listen to his nonsense." Yun Nishang panted heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Zhao Wushuang felt it was a pity that he didn't get the experience of killing Tenglong. For him, this was a lot of experience.

Now that Tenglong was dead, the incident came to an end, and he and Yun Nishang walked towards Kuilang's body.

In the process of walking, Zhao Wushuang stared at Yun Nishang's graceful figure in doubt. He wondered why she had such a big reaction when he heard the word "Secret" from Tenglong's mouth?Could it be related to her?
While thinking, Zhao Wushuang and Yun Nishang came to Kui Lang's body, seeing Kui Lang's death in a very miserable state, sadness arose spontaneously, Yun Nishang was very sad, and stood there for a long time without moving.

Zhao Wushuang also stood with her. Although Kui Lang didn't like him very much, he was still a strong man after all. When he was killed by his companion, he still wanted to save Yun Nishang.

"Let's find a place to bury him." Zhao Wushuang suggested.

"En." Yun Nishang nodded slightly.

Holding his blood-soaked body, Zhao Wushuang dug a hole in a relatively clean place with beautiful scenery, and put his body in it.

Then a tombstone was placed on the soil, engraved on it: My comrade-in-arms Kui Lang, the suffix is ​​Zhao Wushuang.

After doing all this, Zhao Wushuang burned the corpses of Shen Xilan, Qin Sheng and Tenglong completely.

"It's getting late, I've been here for too long, maybe Ye Mou has already got the Lingming Stone?" Zhao Wushuang said.

"No notification came, probably not." Yun Nishang said.

"It's not too late, let's leave quickly." Zhao Wushuang said.

Yun Nishang nodded, and then led Zhao Wushuang to gallop away into the distance.

The pot had already exploded outside the tower, and the disciples discussed it one after another. The scene in front of them really shocked them.

"Isn't it? Qin Sheng and Shen Xilan are dead? Who did it?"

"Look! Tenglong's name is also dimmed, did he collide with Yemo?"

Everyone guessed, not just the three of them, but Kui Lang's name faded first. They guessed, could the four of them have met Ye Mou?
Because only Ye Mou has such strength, kill them all.

Four of the top ten disciples in the inner sect died directly. How much impact did this have on their vision?
"Interesting." The Great Elder nodded with a smile. No one knew the situation inside better than him. He was in control of this Luo Tian Pagoda, and any disturbance inside could not escape his monitoring.

However, when Zhao Wushuang released the devilish energy, his pupils did shrink for a moment, but after seeing Zhao Wushuang save Yun Nishang, he still resisted the urge to make a move.

"This son may be able to compete with Yemou."

Zhao Wushuang and Yun Nishang rushed towards the valley frantically. At this time, he asked: "If Ye Mou gets the Lingming Stone, how will we rank later?"

"There is not only one Lingming stone, there are as many as one hundred." Yun Nishang gave Zhao Wushuang a white look, as if you didn't know this.

"One hundred pieces? Why don't you just grab it and run away?" Zhao Wushuang couldn't help cursing.

"If it were you, would you let the person who got the Lingming Stone go?" Yun Nishang asked.

Zhao Wushuang thought about it for a while, and it really made sense to think about it. If he was not as fast as others, he must hinder others.

"So you mean, there are probably a lot of people gathered there now?" Zhao Wushuang asked.

"That's right, if you want to get a ranking, in addition to getting the Lingming Stone, you have to enter the altar in the center, put the Lingming Stone on the altar, and wait for a stick of incense before you can win and get the ranking." Yun Nishang came slowly.

Zhao Wushuang nodded, which meant that the altar must be the venue for the final battle, but another question arose in his mind: "Then what if a person stands on it for nearly a stick of incense, and then gets kicked out? Can the remaining people enter again to be considered a victory?"

"Of course it can't, as long as a second figure appears on the altar, the timer will be restarted," Yun Nishang said.

Analyzing from her point of view, that is to say, whether or not she can get the Lingming Stone is not the most important factor, the more important thing is to stand on it for a long time.

Finally, the two came to the valley.

At a glance, the spiritual power of the bombing continued to explode.

"It seems that we are still late." The blood of the demon god in Zhao Wushuang's body was burning, and he couldn't wait to fight.

"Let's go." Yun Nishang first floated towards the valley, with a figure like a fairy.

Zhao Wushuang followed closely behind, and when he came to the valley, he found that there was an altar in the center, surrounded by a hundred stone pillars, and there was nothing on the stone pillars, and the spirit stones had been snatched away.

However, there was a strong man standing on the altar, he kept fighting with the people who came, and he used his unique trick to knock the person in front of him off the altar, and another person rushed up.

Just like this, there was a constant battle of wheels, and the strong man was kicked out of the altar before he had carried half a stick of incense, and then the next person stepped onto the altar and restarted the countdown.

Repeatedly, Zhao Wushuang began to pay attention to the rest of the audience, and he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Yemou!"

Ye Mouzheng, the big brother of the inner sect, was standing in an open place with his arms folded, followed by a man with a mischievous eye, who was watching the situation on the field with his hands folded, with a calm expression on his face.

However, aware of Zhao Wushuang's gaze, Ye Mou looked at him, and a ray of cold light shot out from his eyes, hitting Zhao Wushuang's heart directly.

(End of this chapter)