My Disciples Are All Villains - 390. Chapter 385 Nowhere To Be Seen (1 more seeking subscription)

Ming Shi frowned because of his brow.

Turning around, he saw Zhu Honggong who had just knelt down on the ground.

No, you have to find time to beat and beat Lao Ba——

“Welcome to senior brother…Meet to senior brother…Huh, senior brother, you are more handsome than yesterday.”

Zhu Honggong was not polite, and bowed his head towards Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng.

Ming Shiyin: “…”

Well, let me spare you.

Zhu Hong came to the front and said: “Master, I have something to report.”

“speak.”

“Tu’er received a Fei Shu from the traitor Si Wuya. He thought that Tu’er was still as foolish as before, but he didn’t know that Tu’er was already smarter than others under Master’s indoctrination…” Zhu Honggong said. Flattering.

“Less long-winded, hurry up and read Fei Shu.” Duan Musheng raised the Overlord Spear.

Zhu Hong opened the Fei Shu quickly and read:

“Master is here, please be worshipped by the disciple…”

Duanmu stepped forward abruptly, grabbed Zhu Honggong’s collar, and lifted his feet off the ground: “It’s too much!”

Zhu Hong burst into tears: “I am wronged…that’s what the letter says!”

“…”

“enough.”

Lu Zhou frowned.

Duan Musheng quickly let go, and the two knelt down for fear that the master might be angry and anger them.

Lu Zhou glanced at the two of them, and was too lazy to reprimand. With a wave of his hand, the Qi Qi rolled up the flying book and floated towards his palm.

Zhu Hong had the courage, and did not dare to stop him, watching Fei Shu float into Master’s hand.

Lu Zhou opened Feishu and read it again.

It turned out that what Fei Shu wrote was about Yu Shangrong and Zhang Yuanshan… The previous doubts about Yu Shangrong’s killing high-level targets were answered.

But in the same way, I was worried.

“Master, what is written on the Fei Shu?” Ming Shi became curious.

With a wave of Lu Zhou, Feishu threw it out.

Ming Shi caught Feishu and read it again, frowning at the sight——

“Second Senior Brother and Zhang Yuanshan had a fight at the Qingyu Altar? Zhang Yuanshan was sacrificed by the Great Witch Bama? The Second Senior Brother might be so fierce? Bama wanted to avenge Mo Li against Motian Pavilion? Master… Si Wuya’s traitor Feishu can’t believe it!” Ming Shiyin said.

“Senior Brother Si is right! You can’t believe what the traitor said.”

Lu Zhou got up, glanced at the three of them, and said:

“What Si Wuya said should be the truth.”

Lu Zhou’s judgment is derived from 2000 points of merit.

Ming Shiyin and Zhuhong did not think much about it. Master said so, so the reason is certain. The two nodded and said in unison: “Master is wise.”

Duan Musheng grabbed Feishu and read it again, and said:

“…Bama is Loulan’s number one witchcraft genius. Over the years, Loulan’s strength has increased a lot, all of which are related to Bama. If this is the case, what should the second brother do?”

The three of them looked worried.

Especially Jiang Aijian’s Feishu was in front, which confirmed the rumors of the outside world.

Zhu Hong said: “Master… Disciple has one more thing to report.”

“speak.”

“Yesterday, under the Jinting Mountain, many low-level practitioners appeared. Seeing that they wanted to make trouble, they drove them away.” Zhu Hong smiled invitingly.

make trouble?

This idiot was talking nonsense again.

Which practitioner dare to make trouble in Jinting Mountain?

Ming Shiyin frowned and said, “Fool, you didn’t ask anything?”

Zhu Hong scratched his head together: “Say something strange… Ask us for help, our Motian Pavilion is not a shantang.”

Ming Shi was gloating in his heart.

Old eight, old eight, you are afraid that you don’t know Master’s new routine.

What Ming Shiyin didn’t expect was that Master and his elders didn’t get angry because of it?

Luzhou paced back and forth.

The wilting matter should have something to do with witchcraft, maybe, Bama is brewing another conspiracy.

Thinking of Si Wuya’s Feishu, Lu Zhou was a little worried about Yu Shangrong.

Putting it in the past, with Yu Shangrong’s cultivation base, why should Lu Zhou worry about him.

But today is different.

About Yu Shangrong, how could he, a master, stand by and watch?

Seeing Master and his old man fell into deep thought–

How could Ming Shiyin fail to understand, he hurriedly bowed and said, “Tui’er is willing to go down the mountain to investigate this matter.”

Zhu Hong followed and bowed: “Tu’er is willing to investigate this matter with the four brothers.”

Lu Zhou’s eyes fell on the two of them.

If it were in the past, Lu Zhou would not hesitate to let them perform this task.

The problem is… Behind this is Bama the Great Witch.

Even the great witch who would suffer from Yu Shangrong, Ming Shiyin and Zhu Hong passed together, that is no different from sending him to death.

Indulge for a moment.

Lu Zhou said, “Don’t worry. Since he is aiming at the Demon Heaven Pavilion, he will come…”

When the three heard the words, they said in unison:

“Master is wise.”

…

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and everything went as usual.

On the eleventh day, night fell, in a woods and a tomb.

Sand, sand, sand…

A black figure strode forward from the woods.

There are still many new corpses, crawling out of the grave, joining the group, and slowly advancing.

Look down from above.

There seemed to be a group of ants on the ground.

Behind the black crowd, a small ink-colored carriage flew fast at low altitude.

In front of the carriage, two people were pulling the rope, pulling the carriage…

A burly figure, standing on the carriage, with green light in his eyes, looked at his army with satisfaction.

This is his accumulated troops during this period of time, day and night.

There was a low voice in the throat: “Motian Pavilion, I hope this time, it will satisfy you…”

call!

The black carriage passed over the many black shadows and drove all the corpses forward.

…

at the same time.

In the sky far from the Great Flame God Capital, nearly ten thousand miles to the northwest.

Snow-capped, the mountains are vast.

On the many mountains–

Suspended a figure in a green robe.

As soon as he turned his body, as far as he could see, there were woods and snow, and he could see forever.

Can’t see any other figures.

The wind blew through Yu Shangrong’s long hair.

He did not disperse the snow, but let the snowflakes fall on the tips of his hair, so that the eyebrows were dyed white.

Yu Shangrong held his arms, and the longevity sword behind him trembled slightly as if he had felt something.

He smiled slightly and said to the wind and snow: “I’m home.”

Stepping forward, his body flickered, appearing dozens of feet away.

The next moment, Yu Shangrong appeared on the top of the tallest tree.

Looking ahead, it looked like a sunken flat ground, startled in a daze.

A small flat land that stretches for dozens of miles, surrounded by mountains.

All covered in snow…

Under the snow, vines, weeds, and dilapidated walls are faintly visible.

Things are wrong.

Yu Shangrong tapped his toes.

Click!

Snow fell all over the trees.

That towering tree became unique…

Yu Shangrong flew forward, and when he was halfway through the flight, he suddenly groaned, shaking his body.

“Um?”

After a volley, the flight stopped.

He lowered his arms and folded his palms.

Hum!

A miniature Hundred Tribulation Hole Dharma Body appeared.

A single palm drags the dharma body like a golden man.

Yu Shangrong’s gaze fell on the golden lotus seat under the law body.

On the rosette, the purple spots increased, and one-third of the rosette became purple.

“Gu technique?”