I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

Brother Jie's eyes turned from crazy to unwilling, with a hint of guilt: "That woman, she said she wanted to find another man."

He stood up and clenched his fists tightly: "I can't tolerate...I can't tolerate my woman finding other men..."

Brother Jie's voice became trembling and he began to gasp for air. "Even if you just think about it, it won't work..."

Xie Que frowned. Logically speaking, as a martial arts master, Brother Jie should be able to get rid of the control of the spell with the help of the Pure Heart Curse.

But at this time, he still showed a nervous look.

Xie Que pondered for a moment and then asked again: "Who is that woman? Where did you meet her?"

Brother Jie became a little hesitant and stuttered: "On the... beach... the beach, I saw her drowning, and I went to save her."

When Xie Que saw his appearance, he knew there must be a ghost in it.

But he definitely couldn't ask this question, so he just said yes.

"What about the woman's body?" Xie Que asked again.

Brother Jie replied with some confusion: "I threw them all into the sea."

Xie Que frowned, but didn't ask any more questions, and then took Brother Jie out of the cabin.

Brother Jie took a deep breath, walked to the front of the deck, grinned widely, and seemed to be back to his usual self: "Brothers, it's okay, don't be nervous."

But the boat gang disciples on the deck still looked tense, as if they had encountered something terrible.

"What's going on?" Xie Que looked at Hall Master Lu, who also looked nervous at this time.

"Master Xie...Brother Jie." His eyes fell from Xie Que to Brother Jie.

Beads of sweat appeared on Guilin Master Lu's forehead: "A few disciples just disappeared."

"Have you searched everywhere? Where is it underwater?" Brother Jie said quickly.

Master Lu nodded: "I sent my disciples to look for him underwater, but I don't know yet."

At this moment, more than a dozen boat gang disciples rose from the water: "Elder Lu, we didn't find him."

Hall Master Lu hummed and looked at Xie Que: "Master Xie, this matter..."

Xie Que pondered for a while.

This matter is quite strange. Generally speaking, even the Three Realm Literary Cultivators, even if they have all kinds of strange methods, would not dare to cause trouble in the territory of this boat gang easily.

After all, although these warriors are not too strong, they are numerous and there are several martial arts masters.

Its condensed Qi and blood are enough to instantly annihilate a Third Realm literary cultivator.

Even a Taoist who has entered the Fourth Realm for the first time does not dare to reveal his Yin Shen easily under this majestic energy and blood.

Then this matter must be the work of an evil cultivator.

Xie Que is confident that in this three-acre area of ​​​​Jinmen City, except for his master and those hidden masters that he cannot see through at all, he should have unimpeded access.

Seeing Xie's nod, Pavilion Master Lu and Brother Jie couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

In their view, Xie Que was not an ordinary Taoist practitioner.

After all, they had only seen his strength briefly, and it was much stronger than Huang Guzhen, who was a little weak after killing more than a dozen sharks.

At this moment, a boat gang disciple suddenly held his stomach: "Master Xie, Elder Jie Gelu, I'm sorry, I'm a little anxious."

Brother Jie nodded: "Go ahead."

Xie Que's eyes narrowed, and a trace of courage stuck to this disciple, and it penetrated his stomach in an instant.

Based on Xie Que's familiarity with the human body, he discovered that this disciple was not suffering from internal anxiety.

He said solemnly: "Stop."

Unexpectedly, the disciple didn't hear it at all, and still ran quickly towards the shore.

A trace of Taiyin Qi and blood circulated, and the disciple's lower body covered with sea water was immediately frozen.

"You have to go to the toilet, so what's the point of going back?" Xie Que jumped off the boat building and walked to the disciple.

"Master Xie... I... I'm really anxious." The disciple's tone was hesitant, with a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes.

Xie Que's energy swept through his body and he found a faint trace of Yin God's power in his arms.

"Take it out." Xie Que took a step forward, his eyes becoming cold.

"What?" The disciple's eyes became confused.

Xie Que said calmly: "The thing in your arms."

The disciple's eyes suddenly turned red and he shouted angrily at Xie Que: "That's my treasure, why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, the disciple's head exploded instantly.

Red and white suddenly filled the entire deck.

Master Lu appeared behind the disciple, clapped his hands, and said coldly: "Who dares to talk to Master Xie like this?"

He raised his head and looked at Xie Que, with a smile on his face: "Master Xie, did you discover anything?"

Xie Que's heart was completely unmoved.

Although Master Lu and Brother Jie appeared friendly in front of him, in fact, these boat gang bosses were all murderous guys.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to start such a career on this cruel dock.

Xie Que glanced at the disciple's chest and said, "Take out the things there."

Master Lu nodded, squatted down and put his hand in it.

Unexpectedly, Hall Master Lu actually took out a broken finger.

Those fingers are as tender as white onions, and you can tell at a glance that they were born on a beautiful woman.

Xie Que felt that the power of the Yin God in his fingers was similar to the aura in the blood stains in Jie Ge's cabin.

It's just that the power of the Yin God in this finger is much stronger, and it even barely reaches the total power of a second-level literary cultivator.

And the person who died just now was just a first-level warrior.

Xie Que looked around. Many boat gang disciples were instantly frightened and their eyes became nervous.

He stretched out his hand and nodded at several boat gang disciples, and said, "For those missing disciples, you guys go to their homes to look for him."

"Don't try to alert others, just listen outside the house."

"If the other party is at home and there is a woman's voice, report back quickly."

A ten-foot-tall phantom of the Monkey King was displayed behind Xie Que, and many boat gang disciples were shocked by it.

Including Master Lu and Brother Jie, their eyes were also filled with a mixture of awe and envy.

Brother Jie whispered to Master Lu in a low voice: "It seems to be the Mighty King Bodhisattva."

Master Lu nodded and silenced him again.

Several boat gang masters also began to take stock in their minds.

They have cast many golden bodies for the Demon Suppressor, and many gods and Buddhas are known to them.

They all knew that this powerful Mingwang Bodhisattva was from the lineage of Master Yan Guang. If this was the case, it meant that Master Xie was a direct descendant of the secret sect.

In the future, this Zhenren Xie must also be a high-ranking member of the secret sect, and they don't know if they can get any chance to worship God.

Several masters were very excited and began to make plans.

Xie Que relied on the holy method of fighting, and several streams of energy and blood spurted out from his body, forming a blue sky lock and falling on the disciples.

"This method can protect you from evil cultivators, so go ahead."

Several disciples cupped their fists and bowed to Xie Que, then ran away quickly.

Xie Que looked back at the other disciples who stayed on the deck.

These talents make up the majority.

There were about twenty disciples who were missing, and Xie Que found that there were only seventeen disciples who had no problems.

But there were more than sixty boat gang disciples left on the deck.

Xie Que sighed lightly: "If you don't want to die, just take out the stump."