I, The Villain, Accidentally Killed The Destined Protagonist

In other words, this is a bureau to lead the king into the urn.

These corpses are specially designed to lead out the higher-level elders behind.

After the negotiation at the meeting, the Wanshun Wuxiang Sect not only did not send higher-quality disciples, but also called back all the surviving disciples.

For a time, under the feet of the emperor, there was no sign of the disciples of the Wanshun Wuxiangzong at all.

This disappointed Zhang Chen, who had been out fishing for several days.

He is also preparing to kill and kill, and sharpen the magic weapon that he got first - the magic gun.

King Rong had doubted whether it was his youngest son's hand when the corpses appeared.

At that time, when it was determined that the ghost-faced Rakshasa was his youngest son, King Rong assigned Zhang Chen a secret guard.

He is a first-rank martial artist, and this is his own secret guard who has followed him since he was a child.

Even the eldest son, King Rong never let this dark guard protect him.

In order to protect the safety of his youngest son, who is now his only heir, King Rong privately allocated Zhang Chen.

This level of dark guard is not something that Zhang Chen of the little prince can wait for.

So, King Rong didn't even tell Zhang Chen about this.

On the day when many corpses were found, he invited this dark guard who had been with him for many years to ask.

The dark guard told him with certainty that the little prince never left the house after he left.

As for the strength of the dark guard, King Rong naturally trusted very much.

How old is your little son?

And the martial arts level is not high, how could it be possible to sneak out quietly and unnoticed without the dark guards finding it?

That is of course impossible.

It also ruled out the suspicion that these people were killed by "180" Zhang Chen.

After waiting for two days, it was determined that the disciples of Wanshun Wuxiangzong had retreated.

Zhang Chen is not willing to let them go like this, what a whetstone!

Zhang Chen wants to make rapid progress, that is, to fight for war.

Fighting is the fastest shortcut.

Moreover, Zhang Chen couldn't get used to the Myriad Souls without Phase Sect for a long time, and he had already forged a son. At this time, he naturally had to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots.

If the mountain does not come, I will be the mountain!

Zhang Chen found a place specializing in selling news, and bought the address of the base camp of Wanhunwuxiangzong.

That night, Zhang Chen was just like the previous nights!

He used a trick in the room to confuse the first-rank martial arts secret guard sent by King Rong to protect him.

That's right, Zhang Chen knew about the existence of the dark guard the moment the dark guard came to Zhang Chen to protect him.

Using some immortal methods, it naturally confuses the martial artist who does not cultivate the soul.

Zhang Chen put on the mask that was already the symbol of the ghost-faced Rakshasa, and galloped all the way to the Myriad Souls in the news.

Because the escape technique used is to take the characteristics of two worlds.

In the end, Zhang Chen pondered on his own and refined the most suitable escape technique for the strange martial arts world.

At this time, in a very fast time, they arrived at the base camp.

Step into this building hidden in the mountains and forests.

Leisure is like taking a walk in the back garden of your own home.

The disciples who were patrolling found Zhang Chen.

Seeing the mask on Zhang Chen's face, he wanted to call out to the elders of the sect.

But before the airflow squeezed through his throat, he let out a shrill scream.

A long spear engraved with the rune of the Heavenly Dao was quietly sent into the neck.

The slender fingers holding the spear exerted a little force, and the spear stabbed out.

A blood mist disappeared without a trace before it dispersed in the air.

Along with the corpse that should be there.

It was as if nothing had happened at the scene.

Zhang Chen felt a burst of dissatisfaction from the soul of the gluttonous beard.

The cultivation base is still too low!

Since the quality is not enough, then the quantity will make up!

Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving.

Zhang Chen came into the world like a ghost, he would kill anyone he saw, only to frighten those disciples of the Wushun Wuxiangzong.

However, considering that this was too slow, Zhang Chen deliberately let some of his disciples go and let them tip off.

Wansoul Wuxiangzong base camp, central area.

Zhang Chen was half-sitting and half-reclining on a large and elegant chair.

At some point, Zhang Chen had a folding fan in his hand.

With a leisurely attitude of watching opera and listening to music in a teahouse, gently shake the fan in his hand.

This is what the high-level officials of Wanshunwuxiangzong saw when they arrived.

Watching the ghost-faced Rakshasa sneak into the base camp and kill many of their disciples without their knowledge.

With a roar, the figure exploded!

The clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth, and they fell loosely around.

To say that Zhao Gao was a burly man before, then Zhao Gao at this time is no different from King Kong.

This is Zhao Gao's anger and anger, and will only show the fighting state.

Not to mention that Zhao Gao was so angry.

Even the old man in charge, who always showed his kindness to others, also had a cluster of flames beating in his eyes.

Lin Hao's eyes were full of sinister death, and he looked like he wanted to swallow Zhang Chen alive.

Seeing that Zhao Gao was about to make a move, the Ghost-faced Rakshasa still looked extremely leisurely.

There was a trace of surprise in the head of the old man, could it be that there is another move?

He raised his hand and pressed Zhao Gao's veined arm, signaling him not to be impulsive.

The old man in charge raised his voice and shouted: "You and I have no grievances and no grudges, why do you want to come to my sect to cause trouble?"

It was as if the five elders who were looking for trouble were not from their sect.

It was as if the disciple who wanted to find Zhang Chen and kill him a few days ago but was counter-killed didn't exist.

How ridiculous!

Zhang Chen didn't want to talk nonsense with them, stood up, his eyes were indifferent.

This indifferent look, as if standing in front of him were not a group of angry warriors, but a group of turkeys.

"Come on together!"

Feeling Zhang Chen's contemptuous attitude, Zhao Gao couldn't bear it any longer and rushed forward.

The seemingly amiable old man in charge also showed his hideous face.

With a ruthless wave of his hand, the disciples behind him rushed forward, attempting to attack Zhang Chen together.

Even more secretly in my heart: I don't know how high the sky is!

The old man in charge was proud of himself. There are so many people in his sect, and now he is in the old camp, and there are countless masters.

But unexpectedly, the next moment!

The old man's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Chen did not see any action.

Except for Zhao Gao, Lin Hao, middle-aged women dressed in coquettish clothes, these first-rank martial arts masters.

All the other disciples were wiped out.

The first-rank martial arts masters, including the old man, vomited blood and were seriously injured.

The head of the old man's nystagmus was trembling, and he didn't understand how this could happen.

This is simply not human power!

The gap between the two sides was so large that the old man in charge suddenly had the intention of retreating.

Thinking that Zhang Chen didn't pay attention, he was about to flee into the distance.

Zhang Chen's eyes turned blood red at some point, and a sneer flashed.

The god-killing gun in his hand is out.

The others stared at the scene in horror and turned around to run.

But it just felt dark.

Zhang Chen's ghostly figure appears and disappears in the forest.

Behind him is the Wanshun Wuxiang Sect, which has been reduced to ruins.

No, there is no more soulless sect in the world!

Recently, there has been a lot of talk about the ghost-faced Rakshasa.

There is no other reason. There are many rumors that the Wanshun Wuxiang Sect has been destroyed, and it is the ghost-faced Rakshasa who did it.

It has a nose and eyes, and the credibility is quite high.

Speaking of gossip, how could Xu Yong be missing?

Hearing these rumors, he came to Zhang Chen with great interest.

He was still dressed in white fluttering as usual, and it didn't match his usual wretched expression at all.

When he saw Zhang Chen, Xu Yong showed a flattering smile and looked even more wretched.

"Brother Chen, it's boring to drink tea by yourself. Go to the teahouse and sit and listen to some fresh stories from Mr.

Zhang Chen picked up the jade porcelain tea bowl on the table, held the tea lid in the other hand, and lightly skimmed the floating leaves on it.

His eyelids drooped, and he said indifferently: "Oh? What new story?"

Speaking of this, Xu Yong was excited.

Excitedly, he took a big stride and sat opposite Zhang Chen, spitting out: "Brother Chen, you don't know, big news! The sect of all souls without phase has been wiped out!

"It's strange to say this, it is said that someone wanted to go to the Outer Soul Wuxiangzong base camp to spy on the news, but found that there was no one inside."

"It stands to reason that just because there is no one in the sect, it does not mean that this sect has been eliminated. It is also possible that the address of the sect has changed.

"But why did you decide that the Wanshun Wuxiang Sect was destroyed by someone?"

"This is a big deal.

Seeing that Xu Yong was about to assume the posture of a long storyteller,

Zhang Chen became impatient.

He frowned slightly and gently put down the tea bowl in his hand.

The jade porcelain tea bowl collided with the stone table, making a crisp sound.

It wasn't loud, it even sounded pleasant.

However, Xu Yong, who was frightened, shuddered, and hurriedly let out a pleasing laugh, and did not give up.

He said quickly: "Do you still remember the famous ghost-faced Rakshasa some time ago?

The one that Wanhun Wuxiangzong was looking for was said to be the one who destroyed Wanhun Wuxiangzong.

Hearing this, Zhang Chen frowned deeper.

He admits that he didn't show any clues about this matter, why would anyone know the truth of the matter.

Thinking of a possibility, his eyes widened!

Could it be that someone was quietly following him that day?

Looking at Xu Yong, who was a little nervous, Zhang Chen's expression softened a little: "So, do you know why there are rumors that the ghost-faced Rakshasa wiped out the Myriad Souls Without Phase Sect?

Xu Yong shook his head honestly: "I didn't listen carefully to what the scholar said clearly, and I was in a hurry to tell you about this strange thing, so I just listened.

Grabbing the fan on the table, Zhang Chen got up abruptly: "It's really a new thing, let's go, let's go to the teahouse to drink tea together, and listen to what the writers have to say.

Zhang Chen is not afraid that everyone will know that the person who killed the Wansoul Wuxiangzong is a ghost-faced Rakshasa.

Not to mention that everyone doesn't know that Ghost Slayer Rakshasa is his vest, so what if they do?

Wanhunwuxiang is an evil sect, and destroying such an evil sect is to eliminate harm for the people, which is a great credit.

Are you afraid that people will know?

Again, not to mention his own strength.

With his own identity, no one dares to act rashly.

What really bothered Zhang Chen was that he obviously didn't leave a living room that day. How did this matter come out?

Could it be that there are still people in this world whose cultivation is so high that they don't even notice that they are secretly following along?

This time, it was the real reason why Zhang Chen felt that when he went to the teahouse, he had to listen to what the writers had to say.

When he arrived at the most high-end teahouse in Shendu, Xu Yong put on the style of his small country prince, and said with the expression that I am a real playboy:

"Arrange the best place for the Lord, in Shanghu Xiangbo Green, just have a few dishes of this year's dim sum at will."

This arrangement is because Xu Yong knows that Zhang Chen does not like sweet and greasy snacks.

But it's a little unsightly to drink tea without a plate of dim sum, so I just asked for some dim sum at random, but it looked good on the table.

And this pot of Xiangbo green has a great background.

The shape of the tea leaves is cord-shaped, tightly knotted and curved, green in color, and the pekoe is clearly visible.

This appearance alone can be called the best of tea.

Not to mention 2.3 to mention that the aroma is fragrant, fresh and sweet, and the soup color is clear and bright.

It's a first-class tea!

When the two of them came, Cha Xiaoer looked up and down the clothes they were wearing.

This white-clothed young man who looks a little wretched, although his temperament is not good, his appearance is also indecent.

But the clothes looked extremely luxurious.

Then look at the slightly simple azure robe son.

Even though Cha Xiaoer has been doing this for a long time, he sees many people of all kinds every day.

Among them, the handsome young man does not know how many he sees every day.

He was still amazed in his heart, this young man is really good-looking!

Simply handsome and unbelievable!

The temperament is noble and extraordinary, and the clothes on his body are not simple as he thought at first, but a low-key extravagance.

Since ancient times, people have been respected after Luoshan.

Seeing that the two of them were well dressed, the shop's second child was more respectful.

Hearing this brother in white again, he pointed out the Xiangbo Green that only entertains distinguished guests.

Immediately understand!

These two are definitely big customers, and if they are entertained, they will definitely be rewarded.

The attitude became more and more enthusiastic, and the smile on his face widened.

He bowed again and again: "Hey! The two distinguished guests are seated, I'll go and bring your order.

Xu Yong bowed his hands and motioned for Cha Xiaoer to leave.

The band sent Cha Xiaoer away, and facing Zhang Chen, Xu Yong's demeanor immediately changed from arrogant and arrogant to carefully cursing.

"Brother Chen, go to the private room I usually go to, where the view is excellent.