Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 125: Retreat and Kill
The snow is white and people are everywhere.
On the mountain path outside Lingyin Temple, dozens or hundreds of figures were either pounced, swept, dodged or ran, and had already rushed to the foot of the mountain.
The demons from all directions gathered at the foot of the mountain, like ants coming out of a hole, as if facing a formidable enemy , ready to fight from all directions.
Li Muchan moved lightly, holding his sword in his hand and running quickly. Behind him, Ji Le Tian Nu and others followed closely. Miao Tianwang and others even led their trusted men to chase closely, fearing that they would be left behind. Their expressions were nervous and solemn.
They have already seen that Qiu Xiaolou is now under attack from all sides and is in a desperate situation. The only person he can rely on now is the deputy leader.
Looking at Qiu Xiaolou and the Great Elder rushing towards the foot of the mountain like arrows, Li Muchan could only sigh helplessly. He actually decided to go north. He really felt that he was not dying fast enough.
Shangguan Zaibei, why would he be in seclusion practicing martial arts at this critical moment?
This must have been done on purpose for the Great Elder to see.
When the leader of a gang is in seclusion, his subordinates will naturally have to stay in control for the time being. With so many experts remaining in Luoyang, anyone would think that the "Golden Money Gang" seems to be sitting still and not making any big moves.
But the more this happens, the more we need to be vigilant and cautious.
This was clearly a trap, waiting for them to rush north.
At least there is a way out if you go south or west, but once you go north, the Yangtze River waterway is a natural barrier. At that time, you will be attacked from both sides and will undoubtedly cut off your own way out. There will be no way to heaven or door to the earth, and everyone will die.
Moreover, it is still the middle of winter and the river water is icy cold. No matter how powerful those elite members of the Demon Cult are, if they fall into it, how long can they survive?
The right time, the right place, and the right people were all lost.
"Alas, it seems that choosing a boss is also a test of vision. If you follow the right person, you will be rich and prosperous. If you follow the wrong person, you will be in a situation like this, with ups and downs and danger at any moment."
Although the Goddess of Bliss was muttering, her face showed a look of gloating.
If they go north, they will definitely get stuck in the waterway. If it were her, she would never give these people the chance to cross the river.
Similarly, this is also a great opportunity for Li Muchan.
Because she had noticed that her boss began to look at and examine those elite members of the Demon Cult with a very subtle look.
For ordinary people in the world, the valuable things are nothing more than gold, silver and jewelry, but for heroes and tyrants, the most valuable things are often people.
The Demon Cult is now a piece of fat meat, oozing with oil, making people salivate. Everyone wants to take a bite, just like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, being hunted by a pack of wolves and finally eaten.
If these people were in his hands, he would rise to prominence overnight, but Li Muchan was rich and powerful, but he lacked his own people. Peacock Villa could not be exposed in a hurry, and most of those people were attached to Qiu Shuiqing because of the "Peacock Feather". They could only strengthen their power but not be used, or in other words, they could only use Qiu Shuiqing's hand to do their job.
The Twelve Linked Docks is a waterway, and it can only be a waterway.
As for those secret families and forces, none of them are truly loyal to Li Muchan. These people all want to rise up and become rich. Once they grow up, they will inevitably plot against their superiors and have ulterior motives.
Therefore, these thousands of elite soldiers are of vital importance to Li Muchan.
No, no matter who it is, if Shangguan Xiaoxian gets it, the Jinqian Gang will immediately have the momentum to sweep across the martial arts world, and if the Qinglong Society gets it, the death of these people will not be far away.
Now that Shenjian Villa has obtained it, it won't be long before they use the banner of justice to eliminate several forces.
Dangerous.
But this did not hinder the smile on her face, because she chose the right person and followed the right person, and she felt both happy and secretly delighted in her heart.
I am happy that I have a keen eye for talent, and secretly delighted that we can finally share life and death together.
After all, if a person wants to get closer to another person, he should always say something or do something, and two people who have shared hardships and life and death are always more trustworthy and close.
She followed behind him, the wind and frost seemed to have died down, the snow seemed not to be cold anymore, and it seemed as if only this cold and stern figure was left in the vast snow.
"Follow closely." Li Muchan said without turning his head, "It may be a fierce battle, or it may be... an easy one."
The Goddess of Bliss just smiled, and the jewelry on her body jingled, she was extremely happy.
Tieyan and the other person hummed in unison.
King Miao also responded.
"Master, the troops in the north are the weakest. Let's break out to the north."
Another group of demons came back on horseback, bringing a fatal news.
At this moment, Qiu Xiaolou was betrayed by his loved ones and his subordinates, and was in danger. He seemed to have gone crazy, his eyes were red, and he went north without saying a word, and everyone followed him.
Seeing this scene, Li Muchan lost the last bit of hope in his heart and began to count the elite members of the Demon Cult.
A careful look revealed that there were at least 5,000 people, and the rest were probably still in Nanjing and Suzhou and had not had time to return.
That's enough.
Maybe these people are not masters, but they are good fighters, vigorous and powerful, and most of them are young and strong, and there are many women. These women are also agile, there are blue-eyed Hu girls, and white-skinned Yi girls, all of them have cold eyes and bloody eyes, nine out of ten are killers trained since childhood like Dao Twelve, which is very tempting.
Looking at Qiu Xiaolou's back, the Great Elder's face turned cold and pale, with great disappointment and a sigh in his eyes. Decades of business were destroyed in an instant, which made him feel a dull pain in his heart.
I originally thought that this man would be a great leader, but although he had great talent in martial arts, he lacked wisdom and was easily burdened by love, so I ended up misjudging him.
Looking back at the group of people who had no order or disorganization, he became even more furious.
"Everyone stop!"
A tiger roar instantly overwhelmed the rest of the crowd.
Even Qiu Xiaolou became a little more sober after this roar. He looked at his disciples and then at the great elder. He couldn't help but look ashamed and sighed.
Perhaps because of his agitated emotions, the Great Elder turned around, and his whole body was like a peerless evil demon, his eyes were faintly red, and his cold eyes were like lightning. He looked at Li Muchan and Ma Kongqun, and smiled coldly: "I'll trouble the two deputy leaders to bring a thousand men each to protect the leader."
"Duoqingzi, you lead a thousand men to cover the rear." He gave another order to a white-faced, beardless man, and then turned to look at everyone, "The remaining two thousand men will follow me and the leader to charge. We are just trying to avoid the sharp edge temporarily. We are not defeated. Why are you so depressed? The leader and I are not dead yet, and we will die first. Why are you panicking? No need to retreat, let's retreat and fight at the same time."
"kill!"
"kill!"
…
The man's words were so loud and clear, like thunder, that they instantly stabilized the army's morale.
Li Muchan felt very sorry and wanted to kill him. It was a pity for such a loyal old minister. With such a subordinate, Qiu Xiaolou had reached this point. He was hopeless. But the more this happened, the more he wanted to die. Moreover, he had never forgotten Dao Twelve's revenge and he had to take revenge.
He had murderous intentions in his heart, but smiled harmlessly and said, "Who is willing to come with me?"
After saying that, his body shook and turned to the left.
Suddenly, more than a thousand demons nearby were seen following quickly.
Many of these people have been spies and secret agents lurking in the Central Plains for many years, and they are eager to get close to this God of Wealth. Moreover, compared with Qiu Xiaolou's actions, Li Muchan's performance is much more reliable.
Ma Kongqun followed closely behind, leading a large number of people to split up.
But as he was retreating, Ma Kongqun suddenly smiled meaningfully at Li Muchan, and then said something very interesting.
What he said was somewhat obscure, but in no way concealed, and it was silent because he was using lip reading.
Ma Kongqun moved his lips three times as he turned around, and uttered three words.
That is, "Lord of the Hall!"
The two of them kept walking, braving the wind and snow. When their eyes met, Li Muchan's eyes sparkled as if they could speak.
The only people in the martial arts world who can call him like this are Shangguan Xiaoxian's subordinates.
There is no doubt that Ma Kongqun is already a member of the "Money Gang" and his status is probably not low.
Just as the formation was formed, shouts of killing were heard from all directions in the wind and snow. There were many people and horses, and a few hidden weapons flew out from time to time.
Li Muchan smiled oddly and slowly drew his sword. The blade scraped across the scabbard, making a clear and melodious sound like a spring washing the sword, which was very pleasant to the ear.
"kill!"
At the command.
Many figures have appeared in the wind and snow.
"call out!"
Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a ray of light broke through the wind and snow with great force, and arrived in front of Li Muchan in an instant.
"bass!"
Amid the exclamations of the crowd.
Li Muchan slowly moved away the Qinghan blade that was standing in front of him, but saw a sharp flying knife trembling between the two swords.
Blocked it.
The flying knife fell to the ground weakly. Li Muchan looked coldly at the person who made the move. He saw a figure wearing a dragon head mask, dozens of feet away, staring at him with hateful eyes, walking slowly towards him.
Xiao Siwu.
However, this person seemed to be ashamed to be seen by others. He was wrapped up tightly, leaving only a pair of vicious and scarlet eyes exposed.
It's enemies meeting.
