General Martial Artist: I Am An Evil Mandarin In Charge Of Heavenly Prison, Hoang Dung's Waist

At the same time

, thousands of miles away, in the Western Regions, everyone from the Ming Sect gathered at the top of the light to discuss the next plan.

The young man, about twenty years old, was sitting upright on the main seat of the main hall.

He was wearing a gorgeous moire-patterned black and gold robe, his skin was wheat-colored, his thick eyebrows were handsome and heroic, but there was a little evil between his eyebrows.

Although the black and gold robe is slightly wider, it still cannot hide its tall and strong body.

If you put it on top of the blue star, this is a proper fitness trainer.

Suddenly

, his body shook suddenly, his eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled slightly, and the feeling of heart palpitations suddenly surged in his heart.

"Strange! How can you feel inexplicably flustered? He clutched his chest and muttered to himself.

"Sect Leader, this time the six major factions came from far away to attack the Bright Peak, thanks to the Sect Leader's wisdom and martial arts, they were able to turn the tide."

A middle-aged man wearing a plain green robe and a figure-eight beard bowed his hand.

"Bat King, this sect leader has already heard the cocoon, don't mention it in the future."

Zhang Wuji waved his hand at him impatiently, his expression slightly displeased.

"Ahem... Sect Master, what are our plans to do next? The

middle-aged man in white next to him cleared his throat and hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Yang Zuo, what do you think?"

Zhang Wuji looked sideways and threw the topic back.

"As far as Yang knows, the six major factions are currently being imprisoned in the Wan'an Temple of the Yuan Capital, and their purpose is self-evident."

Yang Xiao walked down the main stage slowly and carefully analyzed the current situation.

"From what I see, we now have two options!"

Hearing him say this, the Ming Sect and others looked sideways one after another, and all their eyes fell on him.

"Oh? I would like to hear about it.

Zhang Wuji straightened his waist, and there was a little expectation in his eyes.

"The first way is to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Now the six major factions are leaderless, and there are few people left in the sect.

We can quickly gather the congregation and take its lair, and the battle can be decided.

After that

, Yang Xiao glanced at everyone present, and then fixed his gaze on Zhang Wuji.

The latter did not speak, and fell into a brief contemplation.

"Yang Zuo, this plan is too extreme. There are many people in the six major sects, and all of them are not weak, if they forcibly attack, they will inevitably encounter desperate resistance.

Even if we can successfully take it down, it will definitely hurt our vitality.

If the Yuan people take advantage of the void, then the Ming Sect will also be in danger. "

The beard, eyebrows, and hair of the person who speaks are all white, and he is called the white-browed eagle king.

Immediately afterwards

, the five scattered people also spoke, each holding their own opinions, arguing with each other.

"Alright! Stop arguing.

Yang Zuo, let's talk about the second way!

Zhang Wuji stopped and looked at Yang Xiaodao.

"This second way is to go to the Wan'an Temple to save people.

In the name of saving people, in fact, they are put under house arrest to blackmail the six major factions for us to drive. "

In comparison, this second path is less costly and has a relatively high success rate.

After everyone analyzed, they all nodded in agreement.

To be honest

, Zhang Wuji at this time had already become both right and evil, and he still attributed the death of his parents to the six major factions in his heart.

The reason why he chose to be the leader of this Ming Sect was not to bring him on the right path and thus whitewash the Ming Sect.

Its purpose is very simple, that is, to use the power of the Ming Sect to avenge his parents.

In the past, Zhang Wuji may have been benevolent, but since he created the "Golden Bottle Nine Yang Divine Skill" by mistake, it has long been different.

Instead of cutting off its vitality, the seeds of hatred took root in its heart.

"Good! Since you all agree with this plan, let's plan well and go to Dadu to rob the prison someday!

Zhang Wuji patted the armrest, and a trace of imperceptible fierceness flashed in his deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a little evil nature.

Yuan Dadu, Wan'an Temple Heavenly Prison.

Zhou Zhiruo had just completed the first swallowing and breathing in her life.

She looked at Su Chen with slightly mournful eyes, as if she had been deceived, and her heart was very uncomfortable.

But Su Chen didn't care, but instead felt depressed in his heart.

After sending the cute Mikami sister back to the cell, he got up and returned to the torture unit.

It's so sharp!

Su Chen couldn't help but complain.

When he passed by the cell where Ding Minjun was being held, he stopped and watched.

At this time, Ding Minjun was magically dull, sitting in the corner with his cape, and the whole person looked a little nervous.

"Open the door!"

Su Chen ordered his subordinates to open the cell door and stride in.

Seeing him come in, the remaining female disciples of the Emei Sect were so frightened that they hurriedly turned their backs, not daring to look at them.

"Huh! Is Benzojian so terrifying?

Su Chen glanced at everyone and said coldly.

"Please, my lord, let us go! As long as you don't give us a ride on this Carousel, you can do anything.

As if they had confessed to each other, several female disciples knelt on the ground and begged in unison.

Obviously, Su Chen had already been labeled as a shameless adulterous demon by them.

But he didn't mind, he wanted such an effect.

People are not ruthless, they can't stand steadily!

This is especially evident in the Zhuwu Continent.

Then again

, these people still have some pose, if they are put on the blue star, it is still possible to form a girl group that is not a big fire.

However

, now that Su Chen's vision is high, he naturally can't look at this relatively ordinary color.

Without speaking, he silently walked to Ding Minjun and squatted down.

"How does it taste?"

Su Chen looked at her with some playfulness, his face full of teasing.

Ding Minjun slowly raised his head, still looking at him with dull eyes.

Suddenly, she grinned and kept singing a sad melody.

"The spinning wooden horse has no wings,

but it can fly everywhere.

When the music stops, you leave,

but I bleed on the spot..."Lie

down!

Lao Tzu just sang casually a few times in order to increase the atmosphere when he was tortured, but you remember it clearly!

Su Chen couldn't help but complain a few words.

"Hey! Sure enough, it's still crazy.

As the original author, he knows the power of this carousel, which can be summed up in a few words:

extremely hurtful and insulting.

Su Chen did not stay for long, got up and left the cell.

The moment the cell door closed

, several female disciples looked at his distant back, and they cried with joy at the same time, and finally collapsed to the ground.

One can imagine how strong the oppression and fear that Su Chen, a cool official, brought to them.

At this moment, they are undoubtedly lucky.

After returning to the torture room

, Su Chen took off his official uniform, changed into a navy blue narrow-sleeved robe, and tied the black gold knife of Tucheng around his waist before picking up the silver ticket and hurriedly leaving the Wan'an Temple.

At three o'clock

, the lobby of Lichun Courtyard was full, and tonight's auction was particularly lively.

As for the reason, it's simple.

Earlier, Lichunyuan had already released the words, and there will be a heavy treasure tonight.

It is said that this object can make shotguns change cannons, and centenarian veterans are wary of women..........