"Boom!"

A muffled sound came from the distance, and Hong Butian stood on tiptoes. Well, he couldn't see it.

He jumped to the roof of the sect building and looked at a high mountain in the distance. Finally, he saw the smoke and dust filling the air, gradually revealing the black panther trapped inside, looking scarred.

"Stop, stop, stop, I, I can't do it anymore, I surrender!"

Only six minutes have passed since Heiyang Hongli and Black Panther met and the fight started, but the result has given Black Panther a feeling that his days are like years.

The black panther dug himself out of the mountain with difficulty, looked at Hei Yang Hongli who was staring at it expressionlessly in front of him, and sighed: "You won, I, the cruel world, prejudice! I want to kill or cut into pieces, listen.

It’s your convenience!”

"Okay, look, I'll chop you up right now."

Hongli took out a knife and looked at the other party sinisterly: "Your seniors have pretty much given you the information. I have nothing more to ask, so let's just cut it for fun."

Black Panther: "!!!"

Wait, it was just a talk!

"Ha, don't listen to her nonsense."

Hei Yang waved his hand and frowned: "You are a big boss at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. How could you be killed in such a trivial way?"

"That's right! Cultivation is not easy, but you have to practice it and cherish it!"

The Black Panther nodded madly: "As long as I can spare my life, I will definitely change my past mistakes and make up for my mistakes by sparing my life. In this way..."

"Ah, this is not."

Hei Yang raised his hand in embarrassment and pointed at Black Panther: "That's not what I meant!"

Black Panther: "?"

"That is to say..."

Hei Yang's eyes were bright, and he asked curiously with an expectant look on his face: "Since you are a master at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage, you must be able to make yourself delicious, right?"

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Black Panther: "???"

"That..."

Hei Yang chuckled and said: "Let's discuss this matter. You should be more conscious of yourself, transform your body, and directly transform yourself into a food that can be used in the pot.

Well, my buddies will get married in a while. This meeting is fate, and the fate is very wonderful.

You turned into food and came to our wedding, which can be regarded as participating in our wedding and witnessing this moment together. How about it, it’s great!”

"You, you, you..."

The black panther was so angry that he trembled all over: "You want to eat me?"

"What? Isn't it possible?"

Hong Li took back the knife and looked at Black Panther with her dead fish eyes: "Did you hear what my husband just said?

Either you become food and die with dignity.

Either you will be chopped into small pieces by me, become food in an dishonorable way, and die miserably. How about that? Choose one?"

"Ho, ho..."

The black panther took a deep breath, his eyes turned red, his momentum suddenly rose, and he rushed forward.

"I'll fight with you, look at me...ah!"

The black panther fell down dying, looked at the two of them, used his last strength, and said tremblingly: "You, you two, dogs, dogs..."

"Oh, if you don't want to say anything, just take a rest!"

Hei Yang smiled and removed the black panther's chin.

"Don't worry! We will cook something delicious for you!"

Hongli had a solemn expression on her face: "Yes, I promise!"

"!"

The black panther's eyes suddenly widened, his legs twitched, and he died peacefully.

In the distance, on the roof, Hong Butian showed his head, squinting at the unclear murder scene, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey, hey, hey, hiss..."

Hong Butian swallowed, jumped off the roof, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together.

"No offense intended, go away the bad luck, good luck, good luck... I wish you an easy life in the next life."

………

"Done!"

Hei Yang Hongli returned to Dao Hong Butian with a bloody face and smiled at him: "Brother Butian, it's okay, justice has defeated evil again!"

"Uh..."

Hong Butian pointed at the two of them with a pale face.

"Why don't you two take a look at each other before you say this?"

"Huh?"

Heiyang Hongli turned to look at each other.

"Fuck! You're so bold and evil! You don't want to die yet!"

Hong Butian: "..."

"Ahem, let's start over again..."

Hei Yang wiped away the blood on his face, revealing a sunny smile like the big brother next door on his clean face.

"It didn't count just now, it didn't count just now!"

Hongli hit her face with a water ball, wiped it dry, revealing her fair and tender face, and smiled sweetly.

"Brother Butian! Justice has defeated evil again!"*2

"Evil is once again disguised as justice..."

Hong Butian whispered.

"What?"

"Ahaha, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything hahahaha."

Hong Butian laughed a few times, pointed at the senior brothers leaning against the wall, and changed the subject: "Well, why aren't they awake yet?"

"Oh, I guess it will be fine soon."

Hei Yang waved his hand: "Brother Bu Tian, ​​just watch them here. They will return to normal when they wake up."

"Hmm, you wait here for us to come back."

Hongli nodded: "When we finish solving the problem, I'll tell Master Gu Jian and take you home to play."

"Oh...huh?"

Hong Butian subconsciously agreed, but suddenly he frowned and found a blind spot: "What do you mean by waiting for you to come back?

Haven't you already killed Justice Bahba, and I said haven't you already dealt with the villain? What else are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going to find Mr. Gu Jian and the others."

Hei Yang spread his hands and looked faintly at a certain place in the Wuliang Sword Gate. He looked through the space and saw the secret space there.

"I just said why the sect leader didn't respond."

Hongli also looked there: "There are still accomplices?"

"Huh???"

Infinite Sword Gate, in the secret realm of Sword Mountain.

Seven figures float in the air, six of which surround the remaining figure in the center.

It was clearly six against one, but the situation on the field seemed to be dominated by the person in the middle.

"Oh, have you finally been discovered?"

The old man with a white beard standing in the center looked around with a calm expression.

The leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Gu Jianzhenren, and the five great elders of the Wuliang Sword Sect are all veteran Nascent Soul monks!

Generally, if a monk is targeted by one of them, he will be sentenced to death, but the old man with the white beard did not panic at all.

And if Hong Butian were here, he would be shocked to find that the voice of this old man with a white beard is exactly the same as the ethereal voice when he took the entrance examination!

"A dove occupying a magpie's nest is a good idea."

Master Gu Jian said coldly: "I should have discovered it a long time ago.
To be continued...