Chapter 1141 (2/2)

Unexpectedly, 150 years ago, he was the one who shuffled the cards on the second floor of the God and devil cemetery!

”Hoo...”

Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang finally recovered from the shock and both gently breathed out a sigh.

Habitually touched her forehead, Yan Meiniang asked curiously, ”so, what was the big reshuffle led by gonghusong 150 years ago?”

”What else can gonghusong do? It's just to incite a group of practitioners with good strength to carry out sweeping slaughter and plunder on the second floor of the God and devil cemetery. ”

Dongfang Zhi shrugged her delicate fragrant shoulder, obviously disdaining the big reshuffle initiated by gonghusong 150 years ago.

Hearing the speech, everyone was stunned and stared at each other. Then Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang looked at Yan Zhuxin.

The sweeping slaughter and plunder are also consistent with the dynamics of Yan Zhuxin when they were on the first floor of the God and devil cemetery.

Touching the eyes of Qin Yi and Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin rolled her eyes and said, ”don't look at me with this kind of eyes. On the first floor, I was forced to work with Yan Yongde and Yan Shao. I hated the massacres one by one. What's more, I had a complete break with Yan Yongde.”

”You don't have to explain anything. We know that you are different from Yanshao and yanyongde. Otherwise, you can't break with them.”

Qin Yi affectionately rubbed yanzhuxin's hair and said with a faint smile.

Looking at Qin Yi's face, the familiar smile with a warm heart warmed her heart.

On one side of dongfangzhi, however, she frowned slightly on her shallow eyebrows: ”Yan Yongde, who is it?”

”Yan Yongde is not only the blood ghost, but also Zhu Xin's uncle...”

Qin Yi told dongfangzhi about the transformation of Yan Yongde into a blood ghost.

Hearing the speech, Dongfang Zhi knew clearly and looked at Yan Zhuxin with a slightly strange look, but he didn't say much.

Wuchang center.

The competition is still going on.

So far, the amount of emperor liquid has accumulated to more than 230 drops, and those practitioners who signed up for the competition have all red eyes. They rushed to the center of the martial arts field one by one, desperate to become the owners of emperor liquid.

The scene of crazy fighting makes Qin Yi, who is used to killing, feel numb and in a trance. He feels that this place has been reduced to hell. It is dark, and some have only endless killing, endless blood and endless death.

Another hour passed.

The number of emperor liquid has exceeded 250 drops!

Most of the practitioners rushed into the martial arts field and were brutally killed by their opponents. Only a few people, like the previous Park Yiyun, resolutely admit defeat and save their lives.

A moment.

Dozens of people suddenly fell from the air and stood outside.

Qin Yi and others looked around and saw that the grey robed old man who had led them to the Xuanwu division had quickly come to Dongfang Zhi and respectfully said, ”Dongfang adult, these practitioners brought by my subordinates are the last batch of this Xuanwu division.”