Forced by the threat of death, all the villagers gradually knelt to the other side, and then several women from various families were caught in front of several Changhe Sect disciples.
The old man in green shirt had been hit with a spiritual energy system at some point and could not move at all. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground along with the villagers.
It's not that he's afraid, it's just that he can't even commit suicide now.
It was a miracle that the golden elixir could still retain a trace of spiritual power after being broken for ten years. More importantly, there was really nothing he could do.
Just when the villagers seemed to be about to accept their fate and accept the servitude of the cultivators.
On Zhao Yang's side, the distance of twenty miles is not very far.
At this moment, Zhao Yang had led two teams to a hillside on the edge of the village.
A Longmen disciple is guarding here to investigate the situation.
He was reporting something to Zhao Yang.
"Captain, following your order, I did not enter the village or alert anyone."
Zhao Yang nodded, then looked in the direction of the village, frowned and asked:
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"Did you notice anything unusual?"
After Zhao Yang finished speaking, the investigating disciple thought for a while and said:
"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual. I've been on the edge and haven't seen anyone or monsters. But I haven't gone deep into it, so I don't know what's going on inside the village."
Zhao Yang stared at the sky above the village in the distance.
"Didn't you notice that it's already noon, but only one house in the whole village has smoke?"
Hearing this, the disciples around him quickly said: "It's really not normal. How can there be only one family cooking?"
"This village is not big, but at a glance, it seems that there are hundreds of households."
"Yes, and the village seems a bit eerily quiet, with not a single soul in sight."
Zhao Yang stared at the village carefully for a while, then gave an order:
"Since we are all here, let's go in and take a look. Remember, don't mention Longmen, let alone Master Shangxian."
"Also, don't act rashly in any situation. Wait for my order."
After Zhao Yang finished speaking, all the Longmen disciples became serious and immediately clasped their fists in agreement.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yang concentrated all his energy and led two teams, a total of twenty people, and carefully began to move into the village.
After walking only a few miles, we came to the path at the entrance of the village.
Zhao Yang saw the old hoeing man lying in the field at a glance.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yang quickly came to squat next to the old man hoeing the ground. After a slight perception, Zhao Yang frowned and said: "It was spiritual power. He was killed by spiritual power. Was it a monster? Or a cultivator?"
After Zhao Yang finished speaking, he immediately thought that if he wanted a monster, there must still be a certain amount of monster energy left in the spiritual power, but there is no monster energy here.
Immediately, Zhao Yang stood up and said seriously: "A cultivator has entered this village."
"This old man was probably killed by a cultivator using spiritual power."
After everyone listened, a picture suddenly appeared in their hearts. A cultivator raised his hand and shot out a stream of spiritual power. The old man was pierced between his eyebrows without any resistance.
Thinking of this, they immediately thought of the scene when they were captured by Wang Xionglin and taken to mine.
It is also the cultivators who kill people.
They were powerless to resist.
His wife and children were separated, his parents were killed, he was forced to kneel down, and he was finally caught in a mine digging.
Subconsciously, all the Longmen disciples of the two teams clenched their fists, and Xiaoliu among them looked like his eyes were about to spit out fire. He stared at Zhao Yang's face and said:
"Brother Yang!"
Seeing the resentment on the faces of each Longmen disciple, Zhao Yang also thought of his parents, wife and children. Their voices and looks were still in his mind, but they would never be seen again.
It's just that Zhao Yang has gained strength and matured after becoming the captain, and he knows that he must not be impulsive.
Immediately, Zhao Yang resisted his impulse and ordered the investigating disciple next to him:
"You and Xiaoliu, go around from both sides and feel the situation inside. Be careful not to expose yourself to anything you encounter. After you come back and report to me, we can act together."
"have you understood?"
Xiaoliu and the investigating disciple's eyes immediately shone with light as if they were real, and they answered categorically:
"yes!"
The next moment, the two of them turned into afterimages and rushed into the village.
Soon, the two followed the houses and found that every house was empty.
Only in the center of the village could there be sound.
After carefully arriving at the courtyard in the center of the village, the two jumped up the high wall and saw this scene.
Nearly two hundred villagers knelt beside the wall, motionless.
On the table in the middle, six monks wearing uniforms sat.
Four of the monks, holding a crying woman in their arms, were drinking and eating.
On the other side of the table, there were more than a dozen women kneeling, waiting to be summoned.
Xiao Liu on the wall was so angry that he jumped off the wall and started killing people.
Fortunately, the investigating disciple caught Xiao Liu and jumped down before one of the Changhe Sect disciples noticed, and then hurried back to report to Zhao Yang.
Soon, Zhao Yang had finished listening to the two people's stories.
"There are six people in total, each one has a long sword, and the clothes are embroidered with a long river."
"Let everyone kneel down, drink wine and eat vegetables, and play with women."
Zhao Yang gritted his teeth while scanning everyone's faces.
"Do you know what to do?"
Twenty people, everyone's face was full of anger.
Then they shouted in unison: "Kill!"
The next moment, Zhao Yang, who was already the Grand Master, suddenly turned around, led twenty Grand Masters, burst out with violent energy, and rushed into the village at extremely fast speeds.
Ten couldn't breathe, and there was a loud bang.
Zhao Yang kicked open the courtyard door in the center of the village and stepped in.
A pair of eyes quickly scanned the entire place at the same time, and finally fixed their gaze on the six people on the table.
Twenty Longmen disciples followed closely behind and quickly filled the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yang looked at the villagers who had been bullied, as well as the old and young people lying in a pool of blood, and said to the Changhe Sect monks with a trembling voice: "You deserve to die!"
The aura of the Grand Master in Zhao Yang has reached its peak at this moment.
Those six people didn't expect this scene to happen at all.
After being stunned for a while, he looked at Zhao Yang and all the Longmen disciples with some doubts. Among them, the fatter Changhe Sect disciple said with some disbelief: "There is no spiritual aura on him, but the aura is somewhat powerful. This, this seems to be those mortals practicing martial arts?"
Another disciple next to him said with some disbelief: "How can you have such a strong aura while practicing martial arts?"
The lean man said with some disdain: "I guess he is a rescuer from the village. I don't care if he practices martial arts or not. Can martial arts be compared to cultivation? They are all mortals, so what's the fuss?"
After saying that, the lean man stood up, glanced at the kneeling women and villagers around him, then glanced at Zhao Yang again, and said with a half-smile on his face: "You don't accept it?"
