Chapter 949

Long stay.

Inside the hall.

The three long-standing absolute high-level leaders, Baizi painting, Buddha Moyan and Sheng Xiaomo, sat together with extremely dignified faces, discussing the power of the famine.

The atmosphere in the hall was quite heavy.

"Headmaster sun and headmaster Hu should not lie, so we can believe that no one else has entered the ruins cave since it was opened except for a thousand bones."

Sheng Xiaomo's eyebrows wrinkled like chrysanthemums in full bloom in late autumn. He said such words in a deep voice.

"But Zihua has already checked. The power of the famine is not in the body of huaqiangu." the Buddha Moyan frowned more fiercely than Sheng Xiaomo, just like two old chrysanthemums in full bloom in late autumn.

"Could it be that Hua qiangu used some kind of sealing means to completely seal the power of the famine? That's why I didn't see anything famous?" after thinking for a while, Bai Zihua made such a guess.

"Hua qiangu is no more than a new disciple in Shushan. Where can she have such means?" Sheng Xiaomo subconsciously shook his head.

"Shu mountain disciples? Ordinary Shu mountain disciples don't have so many 'friends'!" the Buddha snorted coldly.

In the minds of Baizi painting and Sheng Xiaomo, they all involuntarily flashed through the vortex gate. They used those incredible means to suppress everyone's picture.

They couldn't help shrinking their pupils.

Even if it had been so long, they were still frightened when they thought of those people.

Summon thunder and lightning at will, launch some powerful artillery weapons at will, and summon some giant animals at will. Before that, don't say they have seen, even if they haven't heard of it.

"Zihua, elder martial brother, have you heard of those mysterious people who help spend thousands of bones before?" Sheng Xiaomo thought for a while and began to ask in a deep voice.

It is reasonable to say that such a perverted strong man cannot be unknown.

But Baizi painting and the Buddha Moyan broke their heads and couldn't think of even a little information about those people.

Those people seem to come out of thin air.

"Hua qiangu shouldn't have lied. She has such a huge ability behind her. If she wants to rob ten magic weapons and release the power of famine, who can stop it? How can she let the artifact fall into the hands of seven murders?" Sheng Xiaomo said later.

Baizi painting and Buddha Moyan also agreed with this.

The power behind Hua qiangu is even enough to resist the long stay. If she wants to collect ten magic weapons, no one can stop her.

But huaqiangu didn't.

This is also more evidence that Hua qiangu should not be so concerned about the power of famine.

But this also makes things more complicated and confusing.

"No one else has entered the ruins except Hua qiangu, but the power of famine is not taken away by Hua qiangu. So where is the power of famine?"

The blessed one, Mo Yan, said with doubts.

At this time, a riot suddenly sounded, mixed with the destruction of many objects and the screams of many people.

Several people in Baizi's painting looked at each other, and their looks changed slightly.

"No, it's not good. Master, leader and martial uncle, someone killed the superior and stayed!"

Luo Xi rushed in flustered with blood on his mouth.

"Is there such a thing?"

Several people were surprised. Changliu is the largest sect in the world. Its strength is much stronger than other sects. How dare anyone do such a thing?

"Seven murders, what a brave man!" the Buddha Moyan snorted angrily.

In their cognition, only seven kills dare to do so.

"Shifu, it's not seven murders, but a young man... We've never seen before. He kept saying, come to the leader... To collect the debt!" Luo Xi said.

"Come to me?" Bai Zi's painting couldn't help but coagulate his eyebrows. In his heart, he couldn't help but have a bad hunch.

Several people stopped talking nonsense, flew out together and flew to Changliu square.

There, many disciples of Shushan fell to the ground in great pain. A young man stood there with a golden sword, with a proud and domineering face.

Simply go there for a stop, but it's like a mountain lying there, giving people a supreme sense of oppression.

"Baizi painting, you finally came out!"

When the young man saw the Baizi painting, his eyes were very playful and looked at the Baizi painting with a cavity of hatred.

"This man..." Baizi's heart became more and more confused, because he felt a familiar feeling from now on.

It's like I've seen this person!

But I can't remember where I've seen Baizi painting.

Moreover, the momentum of this person is also huge to the extreme, which is the most powerful momentum encountered by Baizi painting in his life. It makes Baizi painting feel suffocated.

Is there such an expert in the Jianghu?

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. The face of Baizi's painting couldn't help changing: "the power of the wilderness was taken away by you, right?"

There can't be such a strong man in the world. It's not surprising that Baizi painting can come to this conjecture by thinking about the time when this man appeared.

——There is no doubt that this person who has been long-term retained has taken away the power of the famine and the energetic Dongfang Yuqing.

Dongfang Yuqing showed her true face this time, not the head of the strange immortal Pavilion wearing a mask.

After all, Dongfang Yuqing's call to stay for a long time is for revenge. Naturally, she wants to restore her original identity.

"Hahaha, yes, I took away the power of the wilderness! Baizi painting, even you, is not my opponent now! I can step on and destroy you long stay alone!"

Dongfang Yuqing said very arrogantly.

In a word, the whole long stay disciple was furious, but he didn't dare to act rashly. Just now, he beat dozens of long stay disciples into dogs. His strength is really terrible.

"You took away the power of the famine!" the blessed one, Mo Yan, was shocked and angry. The man who took away the power of the famine hit Changliu. It's difficult to do this.

"Where on earth did my Baizi painting offend you and make you hate so much that you didn't hesitate to call Changliu to collect debts from me?" Baizi painting still didn't remember the identity of Dongfang Yuqing.

After all, many years have passed. The original Dongfang Yuqing was still a child, which was very different from the current image. How can Baizi painting be recalled at once.

"Hahaha! Baizi painting, you have committed such a heinous crime that you forget it completely?" Dongfang Yuqing laughed angrily.