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"Come, come, come! General Wu Wugui? Did he think of his heart as a form of labor, while Xi was depressed and sad? Enlightenment has gone without admonition, know that the visitor can be pursued; the actual mistake-path is not far, feel that today is not the day before. The boat is far far away, and the wind is blowing. " In the shipyard, the clear and bright voice from the Blue Lake resounded like the wind and frost in the autumn.

At the same time, there was also the resounding sound of a zither. The sound was engraved in his heart, as if it was narrating something. The person who recited Tao Yuanming's speech was naturally the male owner of the shipyard, Chen Yufan. Returning to the West was a type of mental state, and even more so, a type of magnanimity. Right now, it was most suitable for the Monk.

Ten experts stood in front of him, emitting a chilling aura. All of them were at the Grand Master Realm, making it clear that this was the first time in their lives that they had been powerlessly defeated. Even if his cultivation was already at the middle stage of Grand Master, he wouldn't be able to resist against ten Grand Master s.

Even if these ten black gowns were just in terms of Nine Grade, it would be enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"Since when did this world have so many Grandmasters? Could it be that the young man's words were true, that Grandmasters are not as strong as dogs?"

This was the most shocking and surprising thing to happen. Shaolin Temple, Buddhist Sect, the world's righteous leader, a double grandmaster, this was already an incredible thing. And now, this young man was able to summon ten Grandmaster experts with ease. Furthermore, he was a Grandmaster. This was simply unbelievable.

However, he immediately thought of another possibility. This aura might just be an act. Maybe these people used some special method to raise his aura. Thus, he was still unwilling to give it a try. His bright cassock fluttered in the wind as the cloth shoes under Monk's feet slowly moved.

It was just one step, but it was the boundary between life and death. Just a single step was enough to make Monk feel a boundless pressure. This pressure was not something that a human should have. It was as if a God who was dozing off had opened one of his eyes and was looking at him silently.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Monk's cassock, forehead, and forehead as sweat dripped down. This was the first time that Monk had felt fear from the bottom of his heart ever since he had started cultivating. This fear was like a seed that was splattering on his heart, sprouting unceasingly.

Inside the boat dock, Chen Yufan silently shook his head, gently caressing the zither with his hands that were neither hurried nor slow, the words were clear, but each note was like a sharp sword, piercing through the inner world that he understood. It was as if under the sound of the zither, there was nothing to hide.

The autumn wind above the Blue Lake was not cold, but it was clear that the heart had become cold.

"Let's go!" Chen Yufan spoke again indifferently, "He was originally an outsider that does not taint the mortal world, why would he involve himself in this grudge? It's not hard at all, it's not good at all! "

His voice was very indifferent, as if the autumn wind had swept away countless leaves. However, it was impossible to tell that she was reluctant to stay in this world. There were only faint ripples and ripples on the surface, but after that, she was calm again. It was precisely this voice, that caused this Grand Master Shaolin's heart to feel even more helpless.

The sound of the zither was still the same. Accompanied by the sound of the zither, the crow in the dark sky started to cry out. Several hundred pairs of eyes stared hatefully at Monk, who was standing at the bow of the ship. Monk could not move his feet nor speak, he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva in shock, but he still felt a lump in his throat.

He didn't know how long the sound of the zither had been playing for, nor did he know how long the crow had been flying in the air. He saw a faint black light in the sky, continuously forming a huge character: "Return!"

From the looks of it, this was simply unbelievable and miraculous. He had heard of the Beast Controlling Technique from the heavens. However, from his perspective, this godly skill was only fabricated by his predecessors. Today, however, it was clear to see that the sky was filled with a large number of crows. The word 'return' could make anyone's heart palpitate.

He looked towards the dock in horror, as if the white-clothed youth in the dock was no longer the only person in the world. Instead, it was the people of heaven.

"Destiny, destiny!" The Monk silently chanted a few sentences, and then moved with difficulty. Occasionally, he raised his head to look at the still flapping wings in the sky, his entire body covered in cold sweat. It was as if at this moment, he could no longer feel the existence of his body.

With heavy steps, he stepped into the water of the Blue Lake. Slowly, the Monk disappeared from the surface of the Blue Lake.

It was only until he completely disappeared from the Blue Lake did Chen Yufan's zither music stop. With a wave of his hand, the crow in the sky scattered in all directions, appearing to be extremely vast. However, the corner of Chen Yufan's mouth revealed a mocking smile, and he thought to himself: "Hypocrite!"

Indeed, it is indeed hypocritical to know that monks behave incongruously. One could tell that the so-called faith of these buddhist sects was nothing when faced with a threat to one's life. But then again, who in this world was willing to risk their lives? It was the same for mortals, let alone Grand Master.

Even the strongest person in the world can only do this, Chen Yufan thought sarcastically.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Zhou Qianyun asked somewhat puzzled.

"It's not worth it!" It was just a simple phrase, but it was domineering. There were not many people in this world that could cause the death of Grand Master, but killing a Grand Master was clearly a matter worth showing off and praising. However, in Chen Yufan's eyes, it was as if the matter of killing a Grandmaster was nothing more than that of slaughtering a dog.

Just as the darkness faded away, the entire Jia Xing also started to become chaotic in the darkness. Countless huge vans traversed through the dark night, their heavy footsteps sometimes complex, sometimes orderly, and it faintly transmitted to the Blue Lake. He passed by and then left in a hurry. It seemed that those people had very important things to do. However, the murderous aura in the darkness could not be concealed.

The peaceful night sky was broken, and was either anxious or irritated. The entire Blue Lake was illuminated by a few beams of light, and was somewhat pale. He could hear the faint sounds of people shouting 'kill'.

"What happened?" Zhou Qianyun knew that the man before him must have done some earth-shattering thing to bring the entire situation of the Jia Xing to the brink of collapse.

"It doesn't matter. Those damned people just died!" Chen Yufan said indifferently, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was like duckweed streaking across the ocean, disappearing in the blink of an eye. However, it was filled with satisfaction and satisfaction!

Chen Yufan said that it was easy for some people to deserve to die, but no one knew how much energy and courage it would take to accomplish such a thing. Perhaps, in this world, there really was no one who understood the dangers and dangers of this more than Xiao Nantian. A single blade, killing all the famous underworld elders in the Jiangnan Road, what kind of thing to be proud of and what kind of thing to do with it.

From that night onwards, the name Nantian's God Of Slaughter truly became a myth in the underworld, a miracle. At the same time that he had changed his fate, he had also changed the fate of many people.

The half-naked, half-naked man with countless bloody knife scars on his body was currently like a king of darkness, standing proudly in the darkness, the butcher's blade in his hand reaping the lives of others. The blood gurgled like boiling water, recklessly flowing everywhere and emitting a fishy stench. It was disgusting.

As the butcher's knife fell, a bloody head rolled to the side.

Xiao Nantian wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and a dark smile appeared on his face as he looked at the head that did not even want to close its eyes. This person was none other than the family head of the Jia Xing, Lan Zhenglong.

Jiangnan Road's underworld alliance would only convene another day, but in order for Lan Zhenglong to embezzle the wealth of Jin Ling's underworld, he had joined the Xu Province's Xu Family and held a few underhanded meetings along the way. The contents of the meetings were naturally to obtain some benefits from Heavenly Dao Alliance.

But unexpectedly, on this dark and windy night, there was actually someone who took advantage of the dark night to charge into the Blue Lake Villa. One must know that the guards within the Blue Lake Villa were extremely strict, to the extent of being abnormal. The people who charged in were all dressed in black suits, and they seemed to be the masters of the darkness. The sabers in their hands were so fast that they didn't even make a sound before reaping too many lives.

Just like that, a dozen people, a dozen blades, continued to kill their way in, and arrived at the depths of Blue Lake Villa.

This kind of courage, this kind of method, was not something that an ordinary person could possess, nor was it something that an ordinary person could estimate. Thus, Lan Zhenglong had died, the Xu Family had also died, and those small factions that had been hoping to get a share of the spoils had also died. There were even some people who died, but no one knew who killed them.

In the darkness, the silhouette was like a gust of wind, constantly dancing in the air, floating in the air. Very quickly, a dozen people had already appeared behind Xiao Nantian. After all, the butcher's knife in his hand had left a magnificent trail of blood. Xiao Nantian caressed the steel blade in his hand, which released a buzzing sound.

"Road # 1, 34 people, die!"

"Route 2, 50 people, die!"

"Route 3, 25 people, die!"

At this moment, the Nantian's God Of Slaughter s were all continuously reporting about the situation they had encountered like machines. Although they had never contacted each other, everyone knew that under Xiao Nantian's forceful cleansing, apart from them, not a single one of them was still alive in Jia Xing Villa.

But Xiao Nantian still asked: "Are there still people alive?"

"Brother Tian, there's no more, they're all dead!"

Xiao Nantian nodded, but his gaze was focused on an ancient looking pavilion not far away. Below the pavilion were the messy bushes. Everyone could hear the faint sound of sobbing. Xiao Nantian looked at him coldly, glanced at him, and said: "Get rid of him!"

Soon, a shadow could be seen at the edge of the grass. There was no sound and only a flash of blood. Xiao Nantian looked at it coldly. It was the face of a child, and it was filled with fear and panic to the extreme.

Xiao Nantian's face did not reveal the slightest bit of reluctance, he only sighed and said, "Go down and tell your family's elders. Those who muddle along in the underworld, sooner or later, must be returned! "

Just as he was speaking, the entire outskirts of the Blue Lake Villa lit up with bursts of light, illuminating the entire place as if it was daytime. Xiao Nantian's expression immediately became unsightly, and was even a little angry. He glared back at his subordinates. The bloodthirsty Nantian's God Of Slaughter also seemed to have realized something as they lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

It was as if their actions had already alarmed a few people. Although it was not a very precise plan, everyone in the Jia Xing Villa should be dead. Xiao Nantian was very surprised by just who sent out this message, but he quickly reacted over and coldly snorted: "You're not doing it cleanly!"

Yes, there must still be people alive, but now it was no longer time to find out who had survived.