1862 Chapter 1862 The Final Mission

Gui Lao laughed and looked at the few people who were forced to retreat step by step: "How could it be? I am also training! I believe that if the higher-ups know about it, they will definitely agree. Bayi Chinese Website w8w?w? ．88?1?z?w1．8c8om”

Those people looked at his appearance, then at the hundreds of people standing still, and the few people who attacked them, a flash of inspiration flashed in their minds.

"I got it! You think this group of dark men are excellent, and you want to keep them for yourself!"

As soon as these words came out, those people were startled, knowing that it might not be easy to get out of here alive today, they immediately took out magical weapons and other challenges, but they reacted too slowly, No. 1 and others took action Also fierce, did not want to let them leave alive.

"Shoot! Bang!"

The Qi of the Sword Gang passed by, and a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. He fell to the ground and twitched for a while before dying.

"boom!"

No. 1 struck out with one palm, and also knocked out a flying fairy monk. At the same time, the sharp sword in his hand chased the flying fairy monk with a hissing sound.

"Whoosh!"

A sword pierced into the heart of the Flying Immortal cultivator with a hissing sound, the long sword was pulled out, blood splashed all over the ground, the smell of blood permeated the air, and within a short while, those people died in their hands one by one, Until the last person fell, Feng Jiu put away their swords and lined up in front of Guilao.

"Old ghost, the man has been killed! The task is completed!" Feng Jiu said in a cold voice, respectfully.

The old ghost couldn't hide his excitement when he saw this scene: "Okay! Very good! I have never brought a group of outstanding Anzi like you! The survival rate is high, and each one is enough to be a top ten existence. Very good! Hahahahaha!"

He raised his head and laughed, looking at the one hundred and twenty-three people in front of him, his heart was filled with excitement. With this group of people, even if he rebels against the Dark Night Temple's own sect, it is more than enough!

"Go back and rest! I will assign tasks to you tomorrow!" He waved his hand and watched them leave after they responded with satisfaction.

After returning to their common shop, some of them were a few steps behind and stayed outside, while others surrounded Feng Jiu: "Captain, are you okay? The injury on your hand needs to be dealt with quickly."

Feng Jiu waved her hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound." While talking, she sprinkled some medicine on the wound and bandaged it up.

"Captain, that old ghost wants to take our team as his own, right? He's quite courageous."

"It's not because he's brave, but because he has a big heart. I think he wants to establish his own sect."

"But it's true. We all have the strength of flying immortals. Such strength is already very strong outside. It's not surprising that he has this idea."

Listening to each person's words, Feng Jiu raised her hand and signaled: "Be careful here, don't talk about it, let everyone go back to rest, and wait until tomorrow to see what tasks he has assigned before making plans."

"Yes." Hearing what he said, everyone responded and dispersed.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone stood side by side in the square. It was only one night, and the people standing here today realized that apart from a hundred people like them, there seemed to be a lot less demon cultivators who were guarding here.

Guessing that it might be the reason for the old ghost's action, they thought to themselves: What kind of task will this old ghost give them today?

Until, the old ghost who saw the spring breeze came towards them with two seductive women...