V4.Chapter 17

San Xiaodan was caught, which sounds a bit unfair. When they entered the ban, they somehow broke through a few big holes in the ban, and they entered in a daze. However, when they came out, the ban stopped.

Beating and beating is useless, the ban is not broken, and they don't understand why.

Erbao roared for a while with his hips on his hips, and opened it, but he couldn't restrain it.

They thought about it, anyway, if they can't walk in front, then they can go around from the back mountain, but they are caught by the big net in the back mountain.

San Xiaodan put his hands behind his back, tied by Wu Hua Da, and looked at the masters in the hall innocently.

In fact, when the guards of the Demon Race found them, they didn't intend to tie the three of them. There is no need to guard against such a small child, right?

Unexpectedly, after seeing the white-haired old man tied up, the three of them instantly became unbalanced.

San Xiaodan walked over and asked the demon guards to tie them up too!

Why are the chickens tied up, but they are not tied up, aren't they a bigger threat than a chicken? snort!

When the great guardian of the demon race saw that they even tied the three little dolls, his brows were wrinkled into a Sichuan character, what kind of cowards? Do you even have to tie up several children?

This is not to say how much pity the Demon Race Protector has for San Xiaodan, it is purely because he thinks it is unnecessary. His subordinates seem to have scared the previous righteous monks into birds of prey, which makes the Demon Race Great Protector feel unhappy.

His whole body suddenly burst out with murderous aura, and the temperature in the hall seemed to drop.

And behind a certain big pillar that no one noticed, Zhou Jin and Little Rakshasa opened their eyes in unison.

Zhou Jin never expected that he would meet acquaintances in this world. If he was not mistaken, those three small briquettes were sister Wan's sons, right? Strange, why did they come here? How could it fall into the hands of the demons?

And after listening to the report of the demon guard just now, a few of them escaped from the dungeon, but he and the little evil creature went to the dungeon just now, and didn't find any of them.

Could it be...

Zhou Jin remembered the scene of the little Rakshasa searching around in a mutilated dungeon. Could it be that this is the cell where a few of them stayed? How did the little devil find out?

Of course Zhou Jin would not have guessed that Xiao Xiewu knew San Xiaodan. He glanced at the white-haired old man and secretly guessed, could this old grandfather be Xiao Xiewu's family?

Zhou Jin looked at the little Rakshasa, and the little Rakshasa's eyes were eager to try, and there was an indescribable excitement in his eyes.

It's family, right?

Otherwise, it won't be such a big reaction.

While Zhou Jin secretly speculated about the relationship between the little Rakshasa and the white-haired old man, the great guardian of the demon race in the center of the hall recognized the identity of the white-haired old man.

He squinted his eyes and said, "Wait, isn't this the envoy of the Shengzong? It's really disrespectful, disrespectful, to come here."

The white-haired old man subconsciously blocked his face with his hand: "You have mistaken the person."

"Don't be secretive, Zuo Shi, you know your urine, turned into ashes, and protect the law, what? You betrayed the Holy Sect, but you were not killed by your ancestors? Or did you escape?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I betray the Holy Sect? I... just stole a few jars of good wine from the ancestors, who knew that it was filled with medicinal wine..." After speaking, the white-haired old man's voice lowered. .

It's been a while since he talked about it. He was a bastard in the rivers and lakes back then. By chance, he rescued a disciple of the Holy Sect. The disciple had a high status in the Holy Sect, and he also got the identity of the Holy Sect for him.

He is this person, Xianyun Yehe is used to it, how can he stand the strict rules of the Holy Sect? When he was not careful, he ran to steal the wine of the ancestor and drank it.

As a result, it was not an ordinary fine wine, but a medicinal wine that is said to have spiritual power. It is of great use. The grandfather did not say what it was used for. In short, he seemed to have ruined the great event of the grandfather. The grandfather was furious and sent him away. Guard the entrance to the Holy Land.

"Heh." The Great Protector of the Demon Race is not interested in these old things. He just wants to know why the people from the Holy Sect came here, whether it was him, or how many people were lurking in the Demon Palace.

He walked towards the white-haired old man step by step: "Tell me, where did you hide them?"

The white-haired old man was stunned: "Who are you hiding?"

The Great Protector of the Demon Race sneered: "Don't pretend to be arrogant with me. Your tricks are not enough in front of this Protector. If you don't want to explain it honestly, I'll have to force you to explain it."

"Wait! Make it clear first!" The white-haired old man said sternly, "Why don't I have enough tricks in front of you to have a finger? Were you deceived by someone for a spiritual stone? I gave you one. A broken set of exercises?"

"Is that liar you?" The murderous aura of the Demon Protector instantly increased several times.

The white-haired old man said: "Hehehe, of course not, but I can deceive that spirit stone back for you!"

The Great Protector of the Demon Race: "..."

The fist of the great guardian of the demon race clucked: "Put him on the flame pillar, when will I explain it, and when will I give him a treat!"

The white-haired old man panicked.

What's the matter? Why are you going to put him on the fire?

He didn't hide anyone! He has nothing to do with the deaths of those guards!

Why can't you finish the pot tonight?

The white-haired old man was dragged down.

"Great Protector, what should I do with this bird and this child?" a demon guard asked.

"Pull it to another sacrificial altar and tie it up! Throw the bird to the beast garden and let that group of alien beasts eat it!" ordered the great guardian of the demon race.

"Yes!"

A team of demon guards took Shengluan and the white-haired old man away, while another team of demon guards took San Xiaodan to a secret room underground.

The Great Protector of the Demon Race said to the remaining masters: "You all come with me, there must be other monks in the Old Demon Palace, be sure to rescue them, and don't let them stop the Demon Lord from coming into the world!"

After the group of people went out in a mighty manner, Zhou Jin walked out from behind the pillars. He had felt the murderous aura from the little evil thing several times. He was worried that the little evil thing would not be able to resist rashly, but unexpectedly it was hit hard. to now.

What an amazing little monster.

However, for some reason, Zhou Jin couldn't get close to the little evil things in his heart. It wasn't that he rejected the blood rakshasa, but he had a vague feeling that this little blood rakshasa would grab something from him one day!

Whoosh!

Xiao Luosha carried Yan Xiaosi to the secret room.

The secret room is underground. It turns out that the underground is where the real Earth Demon Palace is. There is a huge hall with eighty-eight top pillars, each of which is carved with a fierce black dragon totem, and passes through the eighty-eight black dragon demon pillars. , they came to a place like a cemetery.

It was dark and faint, as if the horizon was endless, and every few steps there would be a grave bag, and those who were caught were tied to the pillars of the grave.

The pillars in the east are already tied up, and the ones in the west are probably still on their way.

All of these bound people lost consciousness, all with their heads drooping, like ghosts who could wake up at any time.

In other words, does the devil have such a big posture when he comes into the world? Who is the other party? How much patience is there?

The two demon guards took San Xiaodan to three graves in a row, and were about to tie them up when Xiaobao suddenly said, "I don't want this, I want that!"

He looked at the grave beside Dabao and said.

The demon guards were puzzled. When the child opened his mouth, they thought he was afraid to ask for help, but they asked them to replace the grave with a closer one? This, what is this operation?

"No! This is mine!" Erbao said, resolutely not giving up his little dirt bag to Xiaobao, he stepped on it, it was his territory!

"I'll change with you!" said Xiaobao.

"No!" Erbao said.

The guards of the demon race are all stunned, are you a sacrifice? Don't you see it's dark and dark and cold here? Didn't you see so many people tied up beside you, all of them fainted? Not afraid to cry, and even haggle for a tomb. Can you still have the consciousness of a dying person?

"It's so noisy, let's give you medicine!" said one of the demon guards.

The companion nodded and took out a packet of medicine powder from his arms. The first one to feed was Xiaobao, who was the noisiest.

Little did he know he had just opened the paper bag.

"Ah!"

Xiaobao sneezed over, and a packet of medicinal powder fell on his face. He instantly said, "...!!"

"Hahahahaha!" Erbao raised his head and laughed.

Another demon guard stretched out his hand to grab the boy's neck and pour the medicinal powder from his side into it.

At this moment, Zhou Jin shot.

The mighty power of the Holy Master is like a long sword that penetrates everything, and it shoots from the mouths of the two of them one after another.

The two Demon Race guards didn't even have time to call, so they fell to the ground with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhou Jin used the power of the Holy Master to undo the chains on San Xiaodan's body.

San Xiaodan first hummed, then raised his head and looked at Zhou Jin in unison.

Although they are ugly little briquettes, they are Sister Wan's flesh and blood, and he will still like them.

Zhou Jin walked towards the three with a smile.

The three little eggs were excited, and ran over here.

Actually... you don't need to be so excited, just say hello, don't you want a loving hug.

Having said that, Zhou Jin still opened his arms with a light cough.

Unexpectedly, the three little black eggs ran past him and threw the little Rakshasa behind him.

"younger brother!"

Zhou Jin: "..."