"Ah? How could this happen?"

"They beat the shit out of Bai Dao's grandsons, why..."

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing pebbles into boiling water, causing shocks at all levels.

"The leader, my subordinates, I don't quite understand why I gave such an order. The brothers worked hard and worked hard to finally carve out a space for the Holy Cult. But now they have inexplicably stopped. How can I convince the brothers like this? How can I convince the brothers like this?

"

Jisu, one of the twenty-eight disciples, is a strong man with an outspoken and outspoken heart. He is extremely powerful and can pick up two buffaloes with one hand. His question is also what most people in the audience want to ask. As soon as he finished speaking, there was

Many lower-level congregants responded and started making noises.[

On the contrary, the Five Elements Venerable, the Seven Killers, the Nine Shura and the Four Elders and other old foxes are extremely shrewd. They all shut up and pretended to be dumb in order to protect themselves.

"Oh? Are you dissatisfied?"

Ji Wuyan asked with a gentle smile. His wrist moved slightly, and a bone fan slipped into his palm.

"Yes, my subordinate is not convinced."

"Yes, I'm not convinced!"

"No……"

A moment later, all the people who made noises, without exception, were lying on the ground, with a thin line of blood on their necks, and their eyes were still open.

"Are you still dissatisfied?"

No one hesitated anymore, they all bent down and responded: "I obey my orders!"

At this moment, He Dinghong opened his eyes, raised his feet and left the main hall. From beginning to end, he never said a word, and his momentum alone made people unable to move.

In the secret room, Rong Yi was lying quietly on the bed. Three red stamen-like blood streaks between his eyebrows were looming, swimming slowly like living creatures.

The red light of the fire glass on the chest is still there, but it is much calmer. It is not as strong as the resistance when welcoming the Immortal Pillar. There is another crystal stone emitting a bright blue light on the same chain, which is the martial arts pillar.

People think about it day and night, water glaze among the five colored glazes.

Ji Wuyan stood silently behind He Dinghong, feeling happy, worried, and emotional in her heart.

Ji Wuyan was only ten years old at the time. He could not run far with a young baby in his arms, let alone hide from the elders of the witch clan. After a slap in the face, the visitor thought that the kid would definitely die, so he snatched the baby and left. No.

Thinking that Ji Wuyan survived, he was rescued by He Dinghong, who arrived a step late, and was immediately brought back to the Demon Sect.

Out of guilt for Ji Feitong and his child, He Dinghong devoted all his efforts to training Ji Wuyan for more than ten years. Ji Wuyan also held his breath, waiting for the opportunity to return to the Wu Clan to avenge his adoptive mother.

But no one thought that it was possible for the newborn baby to survive.

Jiang Zhuke was like this, He Dinghong was like this, and Ji Wuyan was like this. No one thought about finding and confirming the whereabouts of the baby. From the beginning to the end, they only had eyes for the incomparable Ji Feitong. As for her

Son, it's not that important.

A living person is not as valuable as a cold corpse.

The leader of the Wu clan lost his beloved daughter and couldn't bear to kill his nephew again. Regardless of the objections of the Presbyterian Council, he ordered the baby to be left to die in the wild mountains and wilderness.[

That mountain is located on the outskirts of the Wu Clan's territory. There are many ferocious beasts and poisonous miasma that can easily kill people. It is a true no-man's land. You may not see a ghost for several years.
Chapter completed!