In fact, with Meng Zhao's heart and vision, he shouldn't have killed his subordinates in such anger when he was about to see Qian Jiao, causing even greater rift and adding a three-point crisis to this trip.

Even if you give a little punishment and spare his life, it will not be impossible.

But not long ago, he was shrouded in a life-and-death crisis, and his heart was terrified that the spirit god had not yet returned to peace.

Yu Huashen and the Beitang royal family represented by him gave him great pressure, which made him feel uneasy. He was stimulated by this ignorant person and then showed his ferocious and fierce look and the evil dragon was addicted to people.

The dead man was already like rags, and was thrown into the weeds beside the stone road. The remaining man swallowed in a bad mood, sweating on his forehead, and took a few steps back in shock and fear, not even daring to look at Meng Zhao.

In the past, their fellow brothers relied on their excellent martial arts and background, and they did many evil deeds and killed a lot. One day, clinker became prey in the eyes of others. It can be said that the law of nature is circulating and retribution is unhappy.

Especially this man's fierceness and madness made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His momentum was rare in life and could not be compared with him innately. He naturally lowered his eyebrows and looked like he was surrendering.

Meng Zhao did not continue to attack the remaining man, but stared at him with bright eyes and said,

"Take me to see Qian Jiao and Yao Shun."

It was not earnest, nor was it a negotiation, but an order. Now he was very angry. If this person didn't know how to politely, he wouldn't care about killing one more person.

"Yes, yes, please come with the younger one."

Meng Zhao almost frightened the man so much that he was almost flew out, and his soul was almost flying out. He hurriedly shivered, looking like a quail, holding his butt in front of him.

Liang Muqiu and others followed behind, a little worried, and sent a message to Meng Zhao into the secret way.

"Meng Zhao, if you kill the disciple of Qianjiao so randomly and offend this person, wouldn't it be a big obstacle if you want to cooperate with this person as planned?"

Liang Muqiu is under Meng Zhao, with the highest martial arts skills and ambiguity. Meng Zhao will also selectively say that he knows about some things, which naturally includes some conflicts between Qian Jiao and him, and even his idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation to rob.

Although Qian Jiao is strong, there is also the evil demonic sect, the Demon Lord Hall, behind him, which is definitely not easy to deal with.

However, he has hidden dangers in martial arts and physical problems. He needs dragon blood to make up for the shortcomings of his foundation. Otherwise, not only will his cultivation be difficult to improve, but his life span is not long. This is absolutely untolerant for an old demon who has gained selfishness.

That's why this guy was willing to commit suicide by killing the Fire Dragon Cave and also had to plot to capture Tang Ling'er.

But Meng Zhao himself has a powerful force. At the same time, young Jiao Xiaojiu is also his favorite pet. With the conditions to control thousands of Jiao, how can he not be moved?

In Liang Muqiu's opinion, even if Meng Zhao really has the chance, he has to discuss it easily. After all, that person is an older generation strong man. His methods are cruel and bloody, and he is cruel and ruthless. He should be both kind and powerful, and he should be both hard and soft. If he is too forced, he may be counterproductive.

Meng Zhao, however, was different from what she thought, replied lightly,

"Don't worry, I'm prepared. This person is vicious. If he doesn't show any cruel means, he will be despised. You only need to protect my safety later, and I will leave the rest to deal with it."

Such a demon-dominated master who is not very good in character or even bad, can show his kindness and sincerity with him, and make himself a humble gentleman. He is like a wise man, who is completely playing the piano against a cow.

No one is a reasoned person. You insist on pretending, which makes people look down upon it.

It is better to show his strength and show his ferocious and ferocious muscles, so that he can't be arrogant and dare not be arrogant, or even shock and intimidate others, or may achieve his wish, especially because he is stronger than others and has a handle to control it, which makes him more calm.

Liang Muqiu knew that Meng Zhao had a good idea, so he could only be alert and beware of possible open and secret arrows.

Soon, several people were led out of the gravel path and came to the end of the narrow path of the canyon. Their eyes were dark, as if they had come from the world to a ghost.

There are natural rock walls here to block it, and the sunlight is difficult to shine in. Although there are thick giant trees growing, towering and tall, the trees have strange varieties and strange shapes, branches like human hands, leaves like human faces, old tree bark has hundreds of layers of ravines, and a dark and cold momentum is heard.

Looking at the earth's boundary, the black soil is oozing with dark red, with a fishy smell mixed with bloody smell, exuding a rotten smell.

About ten warriors holding weapons were divided into two teams and stood in a terrifying environment. In addition, one of them was tied to a giant tree with a three-fingered hard rope, covered in scars and mottled blood, and was obviously tortured.

Not far from this giant tree, a huge stone and thick solid wood were stacked into a slightly rough and simple pavilion. It was not good-looking, but there was a person sitting cross-legged inside, waving the vine whip like a long snake in his hand from time to time, whipping the person tied to the giant tree.

Meng Zhao's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and his eyesight was very good. He could see clearly the reality of these people at first glance.

The ten martial artists in the left and right are all full of essence and have superb skills when the divine essence is condensed. The worst ones are all acquired. The strongest ones should have entered the innate world and their qi is still very profound and unfathomable. They should be the number one innate power under the thousand dragons in Lu Haochun's mouth, Mu Ge.

Mu Ge is about thirty years old and has never had a beard. He has white and smooth face. Although his facial features are ordinary, he has a stream of virtual and real difficulties. He has a clear and clear air overflows, standing in it, like a lucidum or orchid, and a crane stands out from the crowd.

I think that although he is a subordinate of the demonic person, what he has learned is an authentic and superior method, and he does not have the obvious evil thoughts of others. He is either very good at disguising himself, or cultivates his mind and cultivates his nature, and knows how to restrain himself.

Meng Zhao was so miserable that he was tied to a strange tree. It was Yao Shun who had been captured by him earlier and after some training.

I was also a very outstanding and handsome young man. At this time, his face was scratched with sharp objects, and his face was beyond recognition.

There were not many places in his body. If you looked carefully, you could see that his arms and legs had been cut off at some point. It was just that someone used the branches of the strange tree and inserted them into his disappearing hands and feet, and looked like a perfect person.

But in essence, it has become a monster that is worse than death.

Finally, there was an old man sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, with white hair and long beards falling on his chest.

Her face is ugly, her vicious eyes are like a viper.

There was a long scar on the right forehead, and there were slandering in his mouth. He beat Yao Shun, who was tortured and scolded him endlessly.
Chapter completed!