Infinite Luck Master

"Something is going wrong... Something is going wrong, Taoist Master!!!"

Xiucheng was interrupted in the middle of his words. A disciple rushed in in a panic. His face was covered with sweat, his expression was panic-stricken, and his face was stern. It seemed as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. Things are normal.

Dao Wuya suddenly frowned. As a disciple of the Dao Sect, he made such a cautious move in front of outsiders... He really lost the face of the Dao Sect.

He shouted: "Yizhen, what's going on with you? Have you forgotten what I taught you? Don't you panic or panic when something happens?!"

"No, no, no... Taoist master, yes... yes..."

The disciple named Yizhen looked horrified and exclaimed: "There is someone out there who is bringing gifts to Master Su."

"Giving gifts?!"

Dao Wuya was also startled and asked: "Who gave this gift?!"

"I don't know who the visitor was. He put down the things and left directly, leaving only seven large rosewood boxes."

"Box?!"

Su Jing raised his eyebrows.

Xiucheng asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just this gift. This disciple has received it before."

Su Jing explained: "After the disciple killed the Yunyin Bee before, I knew that this matter might offend Li Yunjiang. Hongxue took this matter down specifically for me, and even sent a disciple of the Shenyan Sect to Tian Er in person. I told Li Tianer about this... but I found that Tianer Island was full of corpses. Later, someone came to Shenyan Sect and gave me a big box, which contained Li Yunjiang's head. "

"His head?"

Xiucheng was suddenly shocked.

"Hmph, you're trying to be mysterious!"

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but hum softly when he saw the master and apprentice whispering in low voices and looking startled.

"Brother Zhao, what should we do?!"

Xiang Lei Feng asked in a low voice.

"We will wait and see what happens. It seems that something has happened to Dao Zong. We should remain unchanged in response to the changes and delay the time. When Brother Mo and Brother Yun arrive, we can jointly put pressure on Dao Zong!"

Zhao Wuji secretly thought in his heart that the possibility of taking the treasure to himself was very slim. Now, he could only find a way to share it... Although he was unwilling to do so, it was better than passing by the treasure.

Thinking about it, they stopped talking and just watched quietly.

At this time, cold sweat poured down from Yizhen's forehead, and he exclaimed in shock: "The person who gave the gift did not say that the gift cannot be opened. We were worried that there would be something bad in it, so we took it upon ourselves to open one of the boxes. I opened it, and then I found... I found... I didn't dare to make any independent opinions, so I quickly sent the things over and asked the Taoist Master to take a look."

As he said that, several disciples came up from behind.

One person was holding a box in his hand, with a dreamy look on his face. It looked like he was quite frightened.

Dao Wuya said angrily: "What is inside, do you still want to show it to me? Why don't you open the box for me quickly?"

"yes……"

Yizhen took a few deep breaths, looked at Su Jing a few more times, and then opened the sandalwood box in his hand.

Inside the box, there was a head with splayed hair and beard, a sluggish expression, and eyes wide open.

It turned out to be a head that had been torn off, and even below the neck, you could see traces of blood-colored tendons being torn and severed. It looked like it was extremely miserable.

"Yun...Yun Shifang?!"

Dao Wuya's expression suddenly changed, and he said: "This is Yun Shifang, how did he...how did he die? Who did it?"

"What? Brother Yun?!"

Zhao Wuji had previously acted as if the matter had nothing to do with him, but when he heard Dao Wuya's exclamation, he couldn't help being surprised. He took two steps forward and saw that familiar head, and even... Two months ago, the two of them were drinking and chatting together, but now...but now...

He actually had only one head left!

"Brother Yun!!!"

Xiang Leifeng also screamed, and Ao Wudi and others all turned pale in an instant. Yun Shifang is an elder of the sect who has been famous for many years. In terms of reputation and strength, he is one of the best even in the innate level, and even Li Yunjiang is a big brother. When he sees Yun Shifang, he has to respectfully call him Brother Yun.

But he actually... died so mysteriously.

Xiucheng snorted, took two steps forward, and opened all the boxes.

The seven brocade boxes contained heads... and their faces were lifelike, as if they had just been torn off.

"Ah, it's Xue...Brother Xue!"

"Brother Jun!"

"Isn't this Brother Mo?"

"Sister Lian..."

Zhao Wuji, Xiang Leifeng and others all screamed in horror. Looking at the seven brocade boxes... they contained seven heads.

A very familiar head.

Some of the comrades who had made an appointment to snatch the treasure in the name of revenge for Li Yunjiang were no wonder why they were ambushed and their heads were torn off in the future.

"This...this is a gift for that boy Su Jing!!!"

Zhao Wuji was furious, glared at Xiucheng fiercely, and shouted: "Xiucheng, you are so bold. You actually killed all seven innate masters at your request. Aren't you afraid of offending my innate alliance?!"

The Xiantian Alliance is a group of Xiantian cultivators. After entering the Xiantian realm, both their skills and resources are far inferior to those of the sects, so they formed an alliance to help each other and discuss things. , even though he is a casual cultivator, no one dares to bully him...

Among the people who died today, four were clearly members of the Xiantian Alliance.

The other three people also had quite impressive backgrounds... To kill all these people rashly was beyond bold.

Xiucheng glanced at Zhao Wuji coldly and said: "Zhao Wuji, you young lady is throwing dirty water on me. If I really want to kill you, I will kill you first, who dare to come to our Dao Sect and act wild. Why run out?" If you kill the other few, is there something wrong with your mind?"

"It's not you..."

Zhao Wuji said angrily: "Your disciples also said that this thing is a gift for that Su Jing. If you didn't do this, who could it be?!"

"Do you feel at ease now that you think it's me?!"

Xiucheng looked at Zhao Wuji with mocking eyes and said, "Unfortunately, I can now tell you responsibly that my apprentice had already received this gift once two months ago, and that time it was Li Yunjiang's head. I received it within the Shenyan Sect, and I have been in seclusion for nearly half a year. I am busy breaking through to the realm of Taoism, and I have no time to kill Li Yunjiang! Now, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Zhao Wuji: "………………………………………………………………"

His face instantly turned pale.

Even Li Xueyi and others looked panicked, and couldn't help but shudder when they looked at those heads.

If the seven innate-level masters join forces, even warriors who have entered the Dao realm can fight. Even if they are defeated, there should be no problem in protecting themselves. But now...

Did these people die so mysteriously? !

And it wasn’t Xiucheng who did it?