Master of Unlimited Luck

"Rongruo, do you think that a hundred thousand army... will it really be a hundred thousand army?"

Su Jing sighed for a long time, and said: "Now, if we want to win, we can only make dangerous moves."

"Okay... OK."

Seeing that Su Jing's face was heavy, Murong Ruo could only respond.

Chapter 587 Adventure

No one knows the terrible T virus better than Su Jing.

The plane of Resident Evil, in the end almost the entire world was occupied by zombies...

And this so-called corpse is actually similar to the T virus, but now it seems that this ghost repair is different from Yin Jiu, he has no limits at all, and even no discipline...

Then you can imagine, I am afraid that in the future, the one hundred thousand army that I will face will be the army of corpses, right?

And if you can't win, maybe this world will be completely reduced to a world of corpses in a short period of time.

The worst news is that I have encountered the Samsara who least regards the natives as human lives, and he does not hesitate to destroy an entire world, just to win a victory...

If you want to win, I'm afraid you can no longer use conventional methods.

"In extraordinary times, only extraordinary methods can be done."

Su Jing sighed: "The Lord God may also believe that we will be the loser, but in fact, we still have a chance of victory. Although it is small,...you have to listen to me..."

Qu Wuyi faintly said, "Although I am the captain, how often did I not listen to you?"

"Ahahahaha, too."

Su Jing pretended that he could not hear Qu Wuyi's grievances and complaints. How can I put it to say that he knew too much important information, but he did not know how to explain the source of the information. Sometimes he would naturally appear a little too vowed, too. Too overbearing... and thanks to Murong Ruo's obsession with kendo and no intention of caring about other things, and Qu Wuyi is also very knowledgeable, only occasionally complaining.

But there is really no way to explain it.

He sighed and said: "Rong Ruo, remember to do what I told you before...I should think of a way to find out the whereabouts of that ghost."

Murong Ruo worried: "How to find it? If you are in danger, I am afraid it is not safe..."

"It's okay, I'm sure."

Su Jing said: "I'm the only Taoist practitioner in this plane. It's not difficult to find another Taoist practitioner... It's just how to gain his trust. This is a problem, but when the time comes, it will be, Don't worry, I can count."

"That's good."

Murong Ruo said: "I will do it now..."

With that said, she looked down at the couple lying side by side. Huang Rong's eyebrows were tight and she seemed to be having a nightmare that couldn't be awakened, while Guo Jing's eyebrows were green and she knew that she was poisoned. .

She couldn't help but sighed long.

after that……

A piece of news that shocked the entire martial arts swiftly spread under the deliberate intention of the people.

The hero Guo Jing, who was responsible for guarding the city of Xiangyang, was murdered by the Mongolian Tartar. He was poisonous, like a walking corpse, and could die at any time. Dongxie Huang Yaoshi was beheaded by a thief. He did not look down. The enemy attacked Guo Daxia. Two of his disciples, and their unborn baby, died!The leader of the Beggar Gang, Huang Rong, could not bear the pain of losing her son and father, and was still in a coma.

The entire martial arts, immediately set off a huge wave...

Guo Jing has a high reputation in the martial arts. He holds Wu Mu's suicide note and guards Xiangyang for decades. He has worked hard. No matter how arrogant the martial arts people listen to Guo Jing's name, he has to praise him. Now he can't think of their family, and even fall in love. In an instant, the family was destroyed?!

For a time, there was panic in martial arts.

The enemy of Xindao is so powerful that even Huang Yaoshi, one of the five bests, and Guo Jing, who is not inferior to the five bests, are not opponents?

Could it be... Xiangyang is about to break?

Da Song is over?

Throughout the martial arts, there was a lot of rumors, and there were countless martial arts people who were not firm in their positions. They took the initiative to march toward Mongolia and fell into Mongolia's embrace.

For a time, Mongolia's momentum has risen!

"What?! Jinger... Jinger unexpectedly..."

With Sanqianquanzhen disciples on the way, Qiu Chuji's itinerary was naturally far slower than that of Su Jing and the others. Su Jing had been there for a long time, but they were still halfway there. The rumors that could be heard turned pale, and he cried bitterly. "Does it mean that I will die of the Great Song Dynasty? First Quanzhen Sect, then Jinger... Mongolia is here to invade the Great Song Dynasty. Is it really unstoppable?!"

Ma Yu was rather indifferent, and said indifferently: "Anyway, I am waiting to coexist and die with Xiangyang... the difference between dying early and dying late, why do you have to be such a child?"

"Yes, Quanzhen Sect has existed in name only. The reason why I waited to stay on my back is not to prevent Mongolian Tartars from invading my Song Dynasty? It is time to go all out to..."

"Go, go... I can straighten my waist when I see Master in the future, but it's a pity that martial arts... I'm afraid I will be scolded by Master."

Quanzhen's five sons sighed and ordered Quanzhen's disciples to speed up their journey. They must arrive in Xiangyang within the fastest time!

Within Baihua Valley.

The old naughty boy who always liked to go out and make troubles, and then returned with a face full of joy, came back this time, but came back sobbing and crying. When he got to the door, he sat on the ground and rolled desperately with a thump, and howled desperately...

"Brother... My brother... Huang Laoxie... How come you are dead... You have kept me for decades, and my old naughty boy hasn't settled accounts with you yet, so why are you talking to my brother? We went together, I will avenge my brother, but I won’t avenge you, don’t expect me to avenge you..."

Packing up while crying.

Brother is dying, how can he stand by?

Although the old naughty boy is playful, he is not a person who is not loyal...you must save him!

And it's thousands of miles away.

A person describing Luotuo knelt in front of a meditation house, crying bitterly, and said loudly: "Master...Master, the two sons of the disciple and the unborn grandson were brutally killed by the enemy, the disciple...I beg Master to let the children out of the mountain. , Avenge blood and hatred for children and grandchildren!"

"Amitabha Buddha, a kind of good cause, how can it not bear good fruit...A troubled world...A troubled world..."

Inside the room, the long-bearded and white-clothed monk closed his eyes, but couldn't hide his throbbing heart. He sighed to the meditating monk next to him: "Men, you have been tortured by hatred for many years. Now, as a teacher, you can teach You have a way of relief!"

"How?"

Kindness, who should have died under the palm of King Jinlun Fa, but survived because of the butterfly effect, put his hands together and asked his master.

The benevolent monk, but could not hide the coldness in his eyebrows, said every word: "To eliminate evil is to promote good! To save the people of the world, to die is even more good. Now, the poor monk feels that there is great evil coming. It's just that I was born in Buddhism...I can't escape from the world, it's not like me and other martial artists!"

Ci En didn't hesitate, and said: "The disciple is willing to abide by the decree, so I pack my luggage and rush to Xiangyang tomorrow."

"I will go with you as a teacher!"

"Master?!"

"Needless to say, your mind is determined for the teacher, go and pack your bags."