disguised holy monk

There were corpses everywhere in the huge courtyard, and none of the more than a hundred people in the Yudi Gate survived, and the strong smell of blood in the air was ghastly.

Seeing this scene suddenly, even though Xuan Qing knew that these people were fake, he still suffocated for a moment.

"How could this be?" His face turned pale, and he hurried into the room to check the corpses one by one to see if anyone was still alive.

Most of the people had sword wounds on their bodies, but their faces were pale and their bodies were shriveled, as if their blood had been sucked dry.

The more Xuan Qing checked, the more sad his expression became, his eyes were red, and even his hands were trembling.

Amaro followed behind him, feeling unbearable for a moment inexplicably.However, thinking of his plan, he could only temporarily suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He said lightly: "It's the bloodthirsty soul-shaking skill..."

"Could it be that the Wugou Sect has already come?" Xuan Qing frowned and said, suddenly there was a sound from the corpse, he hurried over, and saw that the master of the Yudi Sect seemed to be still alive.

"There are still people alive!" Xuan Qing suddenly became excited, and hurriedly supported the other party, and conveyed the internal force from the palm to him.

It's just that Master Yumen was injured too badly and lost all his blood, and his powerful internal force only gave the opponent a little more time to breathe.

Xuan Qing withdrew his hand, knowing that the other party was hopeless, his eyes were slightly red, his voice was hoarse, "Master Yumen, what is going on..."

He tried his best to open his eyes, but the moment he saw Amaro, his pupils constricted in vain, and he pointed at him tremblingly: "Yes, it's you...Amoluo..."

After saying this sentence, the hand hangs down, and there is no more sound.

Xuan Qing was dumbfounded: ...Is it just to testify that he is the murderer by leaving someone to say the last sentence?

Although I can't complain, the play still needs to be performed.

Xuanqing looked at the man behind him in astonishment when he heard the words, his expression was full of disbelief, "You...you are the leader of the Wugou Sect, Amaro?"

Amaro secretly clenched his hands, and his Adam's apple moved.

This is what he clearly planned, but when it really came to this point, he was a little scared, he was afraid that the other party would really believe it and would face him with a sword...

His hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and his face was cold, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that I am a devil that everyone in the world can't avoid?"

This is tantamount to admitting his identity. Xuanqing let go of his hand weakly, slowly stood up and looked at him, with extremely serious black eyes, "What's going on? I need your explanation."

When Xuanqing knew his identity, he didn't yell for beating and killing right away, Amaro was inexplicably relieved.

He slightly hooked his lips, and said directly: "I am indeed Amaro, and I have indeed taken over the Wugou Cult. It's just that the bloodthirsty soul-shaking technique has disappeared a few months ago, and it has appeared in the rivers and lakes. It is rumored that I did the murder..."

He paused as he spoke, sighed slightly, and explained: "Didn't I tell you that I'm here to investigate something? I'm here this time to find the bloodthirsty soul-shaking technique, and to find out the replacement." My one."

Xuan Qing pondered for a moment when he heard the words, then raised his eyes to look at him firmly, and said slowly, "Okay, I believe you."

"That's why you believe me?" Amaro was taken aback, although he was sure that he had laid the groundwork in place, and he had been with Xuanqing all the way and had no chance to destroy the Jade Flute Gate.

It's just that when he heard the other party say it so quickly, the faint joy and guilt in his heart were intertwined and merged into complex and unspeakable emotions.

Now that Xuanqing said he believed in him, his expression naturally stopped being vigilant, he looked at Amaro with seriousness in his clear black eyes, "I believe in my eyes and my heart, you are different from the rumors. Besides, you don't have to lie to me."

The last sentence made Amaro inexplicably a little guilty...

Xuan Qing continued to look around to see if there were any traces left by the murderer, and said: "Besides, you have been with me during the time when the Yudimen were destroyed, so it can't be you."

Amaro's heart suffocated, this man is really kind-hearted and rational, and he treats all people equally without prejudice.

If the position is the same, he really wants to be friends with the other party.

He said unconsciously, "Then are we still friends?"

Xuan Qing looked back at him with some doubts, "Of course."

Amoluo smiled slightly, and waited until he turned around with a gloomy expression and stopped talking—even if he finally made Xuan Qing feel ashamed of the righteous way, I am afraid that Xuan Qing would not have a good impression of him when he was out of the dream.

What's more...their friends can't do it.

At this moment, there was a very slight movement in the large water tank on the side of the courtyard.

Xuan Qing was taken aback, and told him based on his years of watching TV, that there might be a child hiding in the water tank, who had destroyed all his family and left only a seedling.

He hastily ran over and lifted the top cover, and sure enough, a seven or eight-year-old boy was hidden inside, he hugged himself tightly, his big black eyes were dull, staring at them without blinking.

"Are you the child of Lord Yumen?" Xuanqing looked happy, and quickly carried him out, patted his back comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, tell brother, what happened here?"

It's just that no matter how softly Xuanqing coaxed him, he didn't speak.

At this moment, there was a sound of swords and footsteps at the door, and then all the disciples of the Wulin League and other sects also arrived.

"How is this going?"

"We're late!"...

Everyone was also shocked by the bloody scene in front of them, and when they came back to their senses, they saw that there were still three living people in the field.

"Brother, why did you arrive first?" Qing Yun faction disciples were a little puzzled.

Someone else recognized Amaro, drew his sword out of its sheath for a while, and looked at each other——

"Isn't this Bai Xuanqing, the chief disciple of the Qingyun Sect? Why are you standing with the devil?"

"This intimate appearance, could it be..."

Everyone whispered, and seeing that there was still blood on Xuan Qing's sword, his expression changed.

The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were a little anxious, "Brother, come here quickly, he is the big devil Amaro!"

Xuanqing was a little embarrassed, he also realized that he seems to be in a bad situation now, the best way is to quickly draw a clear line with the man behind him... But he glanced at Amaro, who had long eyebrows and indifferent lips. Weigou, but the expression in his eyes has been paying attention to him.

"He didn't do it..." Xuan Qing sighed, and took two steps forward to explain, but everyone took two steps back guardedly.

He pursed his lips and had to stand still.Sincerely said: "Brothers, what happened this time is indeed not done by Amaro. He has been with me all the time. When we arrived at the Jade Flute Gate, it was already like this."

Everyone's expressions changed, Bai Xuanqing was actually speaking for the big devil?

And from the moment Xuanqing opened his mouth to explain to him, Amaro's previously hard and cold heart seemed to be soaked in hot water, softening instantly.

Suddenly someone noticed the little boy, "That seems to be the child of Master Yu!"

Seemingly worried that the two would use the child as a hostage, the members of the Wulin League immediately carried the child vigilantly.

Someone knelt down and looked at him and said softly, "Little brother, have you seen the murderer who killed your father?"

As soon as these words came out, Xuanqing suddenly had a bad premonition--why, Amoluo didn't want him to betray his relatives in his dream, did he?

Sure enough, the child didn't speak when he heard the words, but looked at Xuanqing and Xuanqing with his dark eyes, and then slowly pointed his little finger at them.

Xuan Qing remained expressionless: ... Amaro, you are dead.