Return from the second dimension

The accident happened suddenly and caught people off guard.

Fortunately, similar things did not happen for the first time, and the monks were not too flustered.

When the gravel hits the ground, the violent psychic energy is released, and the danger disappears.

The monks with a look of embarrassment poked their heads out from every corner and kept looking around the cave.

Obviously, I wanted to see if there were casualties?

Then they saw the white-faced monk whose head had been smashed to pieces and had fallen to the ground and died.

"It's dead!"

A monk exclaimed and rushed forward immediately, wanting to see if there is a possibility of rescue.

When he got closer, he let out a sigh of relief.

The white-faced monk's head was squashed, and only his chin remained on his neck, fearing that the gods would not be able to save him.

"This guy is really unlucky..."

The onlookers murmured, but secretly rejoiced in his heart that it was not he who was hit by the stone.

Otherwise, at this moment, I will lie on the ground, letting a group of people watch and sigh.

Several leaders were a little flustered, just because they were the white-faced monks and the chiefs of the secret base.

Among all the monks, the cultivation base of the chief leader is the highest.

Because only this son survived, he usually took extra care of him and even left him at the base for personal gain.

The purpose of this is to avoid accidents.

Even if he was so cautious, his life was lost in confusion due to the sudden psychic explosion.

I don't know how the big leader will feel after hearing the news?

The matter has already happened, so you can't hide it, you can only send someone to notify the chief.

All the cultivators present all hid aside, silently one by one.

The bearded man sat on top of the rock, his heart unsure.

He still couldn't confirm whether the accidental death of the white-faced cultivator had something to do with him?

Or the death of the other party is related to the mysterious strong man.

The other party heard his thoughts, so he took the initiative to help and kill the white-faced cultivator?

If that's the case, Beard really doesn't know, should he thank Tang Zhen?

Thanks to Tang Zhen for making his wish come true, killing the bastard against him, so as not to be targeted to make things difficult later?

But the problem is, I just think about it, don't really want to kill this guy?

Beard was very depressed, and felt that he was thinking too much, and the psionic explosion was just a coincidence.

While he was thinking about it, he saw a figure flashing up, picking up the body of the white-faced monk.

"My son wakes up...!"

The big leader held the corpse and let out a sorrowful roar, without concealing his grief.

"Why, why only my son was killed, but you were unscathed?"

The chief glared at his surroundings, his gaze seemed to be chosen and swept over the surrounding monks.

"This is just an accident. After all, the psychic explosion is unpredictable, and other monks were also injured..."

There is a small leader who seeks truth from facts and explains to the big leader.

"Impossible, I don't believe it!"

The leader roared loudly, his eyes rounded.

"My son escaped the catastrophe of extinction, and avoided the hunting of the reaper with me. There is no doubt about luck.

Master Shenxiang once said that my son has great luck and is likely to turn the tide and help the monks of my generation overcome disasters.

Even specially gifted luck charms to ensure my son's luck will prosper and avoid all accidents.

But now, if you are still alive, how can my son be killed!"

The chief leader was angrily, talking loudly about his reason, but heard the monks frown.

These words are too unpleasant. Even if others die, his son will definitely not die.

Is your son born more noble than others?

Although everyone knows that the big boss meant this, no one dared to make it clear.

However, facts have proved that the luck of the white-faced monk is indeed average, otherwise he would not be smashed by a stone.

If the big leader is not convinced, he can go to the Master Shenxiang and ask him what is wrong.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the leader took a deep breath and tried his best to press the grief in his heart.

The cold and gloomy gaze swept around again.

"The old man suspects that someone took the opportunity to plot and murdered my son secretly!"

After hearing this sentence, the cultivators' complexions changed drastically, staring at the big leader in a daze.

Could it be that the son died and was severely irritated, so he said this?

The facts are in front of them, it is obviously an accident caused by a psychic explosion, which led to the death of the white-faced monk.

The big leader didn't believe it, and insisted that someone attacked and killed him, which is simply unreasonable.

If that's the case, wouldn't all the monks present have become suspects?

If this matter is not done properly, it will cause collective dissatisfaction among the monks, and even cause civil strife.

But the big leader didn't care. At this moment, he just wanted to avenge his son.

"Everyone present, who has hatred with my son?"

"Say!"

The big leader looked at everyone, his eyes like a knife.

"amount……"

The little leader who just inquired about the news was the first to be stared at by the big leader, and suddenly became a little flustered.

He knew the strength of the big leader, if he wanted to kill himself, it would be no effort.

In this secret base, the chief leader who once served as the elder in the top sect possesses great power.

If he is not satisfied, his life will be very difficult.

The little leader's eyes rolled wildly, he saw the big beard accidentally, and immediately had an idea in his mind.

"By the way, just before the psionic explosion, the son had an argument with this fat beard."

"Puff~"

The bearded man standing on the side with his head shrunk almost spitting out old blood.

I saw him slowly raising his head, showing a dumbfounded expression, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"You bastard, insulting innocence out of thin air, you are crazy!

Just now, the communication between my son and I was only a few words, and there was no enmity at all.

When the psionic energy exploded, I didn't hesitate to avoid it, and didn't care about the others.

Besides, the son’s cultivation base is far above my fat beard, so how could he be attacked and killed by me?"

The Fat Beard screamed, but there was cold sweat on his forehead.

He really didn't know whether this matter was related to him, but he absolutely couldn't admit it at the moment.

Otherwise, the furious big leader will definitely not hesitate at all, and directly beat his head into a rotten watermelon.

Don't think that the other party dare not. Today's world is in chaos and disorder. If you are strong, you can make any rules.

For example, in this secret base, the chief has the highest authority, and few people dare to confront it.

If you are really hated by the other party, even if you are not killed, you will be targeted everywhere.

Or if you are assigned to die, you will not die in the hands of the enemy, and you will be assassinated by the doglegs of the big boss.

Wanting to leave the secret base is also not so easy.

In the event of being captured by the enemy, the location of the secret base will be exposed and then attacked by the reaper.

Even if it avoids the reaper, it is also difficult for the outside world to survive, because there are deadly dangers everywhere.

Surviving alone is no different from seeking death.

The strong desire for survival prompted Fat Beard to speak out and tried to arouse the sympathy of other monks.

To say that he killed the white-faced monk in a sneak attack is in itself nonsense, I believe other monks are very clear in their hearts.

As long as one person speaks, according to Beard's defense, other monks will also take the opportunity to help testify.

Everyone is a companion, and they usually support each other. Knowing that the bearded man is wronged, the monks will never fall into trouble.

While Fat Beard defended, the big leader's gaze was like a falcon, and he looked over viciously.

Look at his eyes, as if to see through the beard.

Chubby Beard's heart trembled, still biting his head, putting on an appearance of being wronged.

"Your cultivation is average, and you can kill ten Reapers unscathed. This thing is very abnormal.

Just returning to the base, a psionic explosion happened again, which was a coincidence.

Even if there is no murder of my son, you must be investigated to confirm that there is no problem."

Hearing these words from the chief leader, the monks who had just participated in the ambush battle were shocked at the same time.

If you are caught for investigation and fall into the hands of big-handed minions, you will be stripped of skin for fear of immortality.

The seized spoils will even be greedy.

"Just kidding, we have made great achievements, so why should we be censored?"

"Things are clear and clear, I believe everyone can see clearly, what's the point of doubt?"

"That's it, we are not convinced!"

In order to protect themselves, the monks all defended loudly, making the scene more and more chaotic.