Chapter 3 Father, this errand disciple, I want it

Author: Xiao Xiaoxiao

Chapter 3 Father, this errand disciple, I want it

"This serious disciple named Xu Gu, why haven't he come back for a quarter of an hour? It's gone inside?" Shisanlang patted the brother owed money next to him.

"I'll go find him, I can't let him run away."

Several other black-clothed sword cultivators had already brought the servant disciples to Zixun Pavilion, and only the two of them were left waiting for Xu Gu.

Brother Owe Qian was about to pinch the sword when he finally saw Xu Gu, who was wet all over, coming from not far away.

Damn it?

Really fell inside?

Brother Owe Qian frowned, and a chill appeared on his face.

The dick on his face has been upgraded to seeing that everyone owes him a million.

He silently pinched his hands and held his breath and concentrated.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, don't delay the serious business, enter the inner sect, or even become a disciple of the leader, but there are not many opportunities."

Anyway, they are all going to die.

Don't bother with the dead.

Xu Gu smiled on his face, and his mother was criticized in his heart.

Fortunately, he has taken the eighth-grade fire-avoiding pill.

At this stage, the leader of the Demon Sect has not yet mastered the alchemy, and the guardian elders of the Demon Sect cannot break the defense of the eighth-grade fire-avoiding pill.

According to the leader's urinary nature,

I will definitely think that he has a little talent and keep him who cannot break the defense.

Raise it in white and fat for a while and refine it again.

It's like refining a saint into a golden elixir.

Saint...

Those cold eyes appeared in his mind.

Very poor person.

Walk up the bluestone steps.

Trees are reduced here, and various magic sects are built in them.

The pavilion located at the highest point is Zixun Pavilion.

About fifty servile disciples were waiting in the open space.

Looking at the surrounding buildings, everyone was surprised.

The door of Zixun Pavilion was wide open, and an old man in black robe walked from inside.

There was a mockery of contempt for life on his face.

The sound is full of energy and echoes throughout the mountain.

"The leader is very anxious now, and he can bring the servile disciples in."

Xu Gu calmed down and followed Senior Brother in Black.

Calm down, don't panic.

If you don’t get the medicine, you may be refined in three seconds and you can only be a man with three seconds.

But you are a man who has taken medicine.

It's still no problem to persevere for two hours.

As they stepped into the main hall in the pavilion.

What caught my eye was the leader of the Demon Sect, who was sitting in the highest position, wearing a mask, and the eight elders and four guardians standing on both sides.

And... the alchemy furnace in the center of the hall.

The blazing flames burn.

The cold wind blows by,

The door was suddenly closed.

The expression on the face of the peddler changed from joy to panic.

"Teacher Ma? What's wrong with Peanut?"

"What does it mean to close the door?"

"What are you doing?"

The old man in black robe smiled gloomy.

"What are you doing? Let them see!"

Brother Owe money to capture two errand disciples and throw them straight into the alchemy furnace.

A flash of fire flashed.

It was vaguely seen that there was a figure struggling in the alchemy furnace.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Help! Burn! It's so burning!"

In less than three seconds, the person inside was gone.

He didn't even have the ability to be a man for three seconds.

The commotion began, and the serious disciples fled in scattered.

But they couldn't go anywhere.

The panicked errand disciples were arrested one by one by these black-clothed sword cultivators.

Throw it into the alchemy furnace like a little chicken.

They are in this world,

The last trace left was a heart-wrenching call for help and crying.

massacre,

A unilateral massacre.

Outside the pavilion door,

Jiang Du came around with a long sword.

Stop at the door.

The painful wailing touched the depths of memory, and she frowned slightly.

An unpleasant memory flashed in his eyes.

The wailing sounds in the iron horses are so similar to this.

Through the window, look inside.

Her brothers in black are throwing the errand disciples into the alchemy furnace.

Cruel, sick.

It made her feel a little uncomfortable and disgusted.

Just like back then,

An innocent person was trampled by the strong, but she could only watch.

Powerless.

Turning her back, she looked at Cangwu Mountain.

A small white flower grows in the distance.

She seemed to see herself.

With the name of a saint, she looked as beautiful as that little flower.

Actually...

It is indeed the same inconspicuous, the same insignificant, and the same incomparable.

The massacre in the pavilion ceased.

I don't know how long it took,

Maybe it's one hour, maybe it's two hours.
To be continued...