My Disciples Are All Villains - 393. Chapter 387

After all, Zhou Jifeng walked with the sword, and in terms of speed, it was much faster than the one running on the steps.

Coming to the outside of the Motian Pavilion, seeing Ming Shiyin and Duanmusheng pulling and pulling, they quickly fell:

“No, Mr. Three, Mr. Four. A monster rushed up?”

“Monster?” Ming Shiyin frowned.

He suddenly remembered what the master had said before, that the great witch Bama was going to do something against the Motian Pavilion…How could it be a meticulous plan or conspiracy, how could he just run up so directly, so reckless?

“I’ll report to Master, Senior Brother San, go and see.”

“good.”

Duan Musheng raised the Overlord Spear, glanced at Zhou Jifeng, and said, “You go and notify others, I’ll take a look first.”

“Yes.”

The three left in three separate ways.

Duan Musheng’s face was serious, he held his Overlord Spear upside down, leaned behind him, and ran down the mountain.

Before halfway there, I saw Zhang Jin who was also rushing upwards.

Seeing Zhang Jin’s bloodless and tattered body, Duan Musheng realized that something was wrong.

Wield the Overlord’s spear and stabbed in the air.

Dive from top to bottom, hundreds of gun shadows pierced Zhang Jin’s face.

Shoo, swoop…

He came to Zhang Jin in an instant.

Bang bang bang!

The gun shadow stuck on Zhang Jin’s chest.

Sparks are flying!

So strong!

Duan Musheng was shocked…but he was not afraid, instead, he burst into the air and attacked like mountains and seas.

Bang bang bang!

The effect of tempering in the waterfall for a long time appeared.

Each shot was stabbed in the same position.

Zhang Jin backed back again and again…until he flew out,

The offensive momentum of the Overlord Gun is extremely fierce.

哐!

Duan Musheng was like a mountain god, holding the Overlord Spear, standing on the stairs, overlooking Zhang Jin who was shot into the air. Zhang Jin kept rolling down the steps, and when he was almost far away, he suddenly shook his body and got up again.

“Retreat.” A majestic voice sounded.

Duan Musheng looked back and saw that above behind him, the master was driving Bai Ze and appeared in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yuan’er, Ming Shiyin, Zhaoyue, as well as the elderly Ge Lengluo and Pan Litian also appeared in the air, overlooking the sky.

Lu Zhou looked at Zhang Jin, frowning slightly: “Hengqu School, Great Elder, Zhang Jin.”

Ming Shiyin said:

“Didn’t he have been killed by the second senior brother?”

“dead?”

The many female disciples in the rear were horrified.

Actually a dead person?

The young female disciple was short-sighted, and she was a little afraid of being normal when she saw this scene.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian and Hua Wudao immediately thought of witchcraft.

Pan Litian laughed: “The old man has been living for so many years, and it has been a long time since I have seen such witchcraft… Pan Zhong, call Master Xujing over.”

Pan Zhong arched his hands and flew towards Beige immediately.

at this time……

The talisman paper on Zhang Jin’s body fell.

Wow.

The talisman burned.

But the flame was very strange, forming a purple circle in the air.

The voice floated out.

“Yu Shangrong has been hit by my Gu technique, and he will undoubtedly die; if you have the ability…you can go down the mountain to fight with me.”

When he finished speaking, the purple halo disappeared.

Leng Luo said in the air: “The sound transmission talisman… can also control the dead. This person’s witchcraft is complicated and should not be underestimated.”

Pan Litian said: “Didn’t you listen to him? I’m sure that Mr. Two will die, the old man really wants to slap his face.”

“Then you do it?” Leng Luo excitedly asked.

“Why don’t you dare?”

The voice just fell.

Pan Litian stepped into the void, and his whole body was covered with a golden light, and he dived towards Zhang Jin.

The gourd also bloomed with golden light, spinning around his whole body.

It is worthy of being the number one master of Jingming Dao…oh no, it is worthy of being the only old man with a heavenly weapon in the Senior Pavilion. “Ming Shiyin exclaimed.

When diving.

Blink!

Holding the gourd with one hand, fan-shaped gas bursts out of the gourd.

boom!

Zhang Jin’s face was expressionless, and he was knocked into the air by this move!

After this move, Pan Litian frowned slightly: “The corpse has been strengthened by witchcraft… It really is a witchcraft genius.”

Hua Wudao nodded: “In terms of overall strength, this person is definitely better than Baye… However, the disadvantages of witchcraft are too great and require long-term accumulation. To be honest, I have a suggestion…”

“What advice?” Ming Shiyin said.

“Riding on the flying flies, playing for ten days and eight months, his witchcraft could not hold up, and naturally fell apart.” Hua Wudao felt that his suggestion was extremely reasonable and satisfactory.

This is also a measure taken against the drawbacks of witchcraft.

Just as the other party wants to cast a net, just avoid it.

but–

Hua Wudao suddenly felt that everyone’s eyes were a little weird.

Did you say it wrong?

After Zhang Jin landed, he was smashed into a pit by the wine gourd in front of him. Nevertheless, he stood up, his expression numb.

“It’s just a sturdier puppet, let’s see how the old man smashes you.” Pan Litian walked in the air again.

“Don’t worry, just look at the foot of the mountain…” Leng Luo said.

Everyone looked down the mountain one after another.

In the night, the dense crowd slowly moved forward.

They exude a strange breath.

“So many…” Zhu Hong exclaimed, “My god…Master, I think you can consider Elder Hua’s suggestion!”

“Gun Duzi… can you be a little bit prosperous?” Ming Shiyin pushed him away.

At this moment, Master Xujing, with dozens of his disciples, came to Yukong.

Form a neat square matrix.

“Amitabha Buddha, Lao Na finally has the opportunity to repay the benefactor Ji.” Xu Jing looked at the crowds of puppets down the mountain, “Lao Na has notified the other disciples and rushed over.”

“Old monk, meaningful…” Zhu Hong laughed.

“It’s easy to talk.”

Lu Zhou glanced at the puppets underneath that looked like a colony of ants, and said, “Hua Yuexing.”

Huayuexing came to the front from the rear Yukong, bowed and said: “Subordinates are here.”

“High altitude is your territory, you have the Lunar Bow, play it well… Catch the thief first, capture the king.” Lu Zhou controlled Bai Ze and flew towards the top of the Motian Pavilion.

Stand tall and see far.

Huayuexing understood, and flew over with Luzhou.

Lu Zhou also glanced at it, then flew down.

Huayuexing’s posture tilted, looking down at the surrounding environment…

Raise the Lunar Bow in his hand and pull the bowstring——

Hum!

With a bang of arrows, he broke through the air and left.

Especially in the night, it looks very dazzling.

boom!

The arrow hit a puppet on the ground.

The puppet fell down, but quickly got up again.

“You must capture the thief first…these puppets are already dead, and they will still get up if they are killed.”

How can other people not understand this truth?

Anyone who is a little smarter will hide and manipulate slowly. Who knows where he is now?

Lu Zhou glanced away and said:

“Elder Flower, you just need to guard the Motian Pavilion.”

“Okay.” Hua Wudao is not suitable for offense. It is natural to have such a task of keeping home.

Ming Shiyin said, “Master, why do their bodies become so strong?”

Lu Zhou replied:

“The caster absorbed the powerful vitality, established a blood pool, and re-infected and refined their bodies. However, this technique is extremely evil. The more puppets manipulated, the greater the blowback the caster will suffer.”

Leng Luo added: “At least two hundred years of life is lost.”

“Long knowledge,” Ming Shiyin said.

“I care how strong he is, how much he comes, how many I kill.” Duan Musheng grabbed his Overlord’s spear, surrounded by anger, “The disciple asks for a battle!”

Lu Zhou nodded: “Go ahead.”

Under his care, these apprentices will naturally have no problems.

As long as Bama dares to appear and take it away with a fatal blow at any time, the rest is to clear the battlefield.

With the master’s consent, Duan Musheng was more like a chicken blood, starting with Baijie Dongming… with a three or four feet high law body, he jumped down from the mountain.

“Senior Brother… is as fierce as ever!” Ming Shiyin was extremely ashamed. This is also the reason why he is not willing to discuss with the third brother every time. Who can bear it, poke and poke every day…