Among the three major families in Jincheng, the highest level of cultivation of the Fang and Zhu families was only at the foundation-building stage, but the Mo family actually gave birth to a True Lord Nascent Soul.
Qualifications, resources, and luck are all indispensable in the journey of cultivation. The small sects and small sects talk about Nascent Soul monks, and even the Golden Core monks are rare. Previously, they thought Mo Qishan was extremely talented.
"Hmph, our Mo family belongs to Canye Pavilion, how can we collude with each other?" Mo You was full of disdain and raised her chin arrogantly, revealing a little red mark on it. She quickly took it away and disappeared again. under the shadow.
Fang Yin was sad and angry. His Fang family was a quiet and cautious family. After several generations of hard work, it slowly developed to its current scale. However, because the Mo family provoked the devil of Can Ye Pavilion and wiped out the family overnight, it was really hard to calm down.
He struggled to stand up, no longer as groveling as before. His skinny hands trembled and he pointed at the man in black in the courtyard, with a tragic look on his face, "You demons act cruelly and without any scruples. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Jing Shisan sneered. A mere ant dared to talk about cause and effect. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Yin, who had previously looked tragic and prepared to die heroically, flashed a yellow light in his hand and disappeared in an instant.
The people in the courtyard were stunned. The Fang family did not expect that their ancestor would abandon them and escape alone.
No one in Canye Pavilion expected that he actually had an escape talisman that could pass through the barrier.
The earth-escape talisman is a Xuan-level talisman seal, which cannot be made by just any low-level talisman master. The earth-escape talisman that can penetrate the barrier is even more difficult. It must be at least a serious sixth-level talisman master.
"Want to run?" Jing Shisan snorted coldly, and chased after him in a flash.
"Ancestor——"
Someone spurted blood and screamed miserably.
Everyone in the Fang family woke up as if from a dream. A middle-aged man rushed towards the black-clothed killer closest to him with a long sword in his hand, "I will fight with you!"
After hearing the news, Yunli couldn't help but tremble in her heart. She squeezed Huanshi Ling and took two steps forward unconsciously.
That was senior brother. Although he was wearing a hood and mask, she could not mistake him for his figure!
Wei Lin tapped his toes, and his figure became erratic. He saw that the sword seemed to have stabbed him in the heart. The next moment, the afterimage dissipated. Wei Lin was behind the man. He sent the long sword in his hand and penetrated the man's body.
"Pfft--" Hot blood spurted out, and Wei Lin's body flashed, but he was not contaminated at all.
"What a handsome body!" A monk in the middle stage of foundation building praised.
The monks next to him all looked over, and even Lan Shu looked up at Wei Lin, thoughtfully.
Some of the rest of the Fang family roared and rushed forward, while others took the opportunity to retreat, trying to escape, but to no avail.
One figure after another fell down, and the flowing blood soaked the executioners' shoes.
Yunli, who was still in fear, suddenly felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power. She looked over and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy huddled in the shadow of the corner.
His eyes were bloodshot, his eyebrows stood up one by one, and blue veins popped up on his face. He stared straight ahead, his white teeth deeply embedded in his lips, and traces of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. He held a child tightly with both hands. The small blue-green incense burner and the curling green smoke formed a psychedelic circle around him, covering him completely.
Yunli was stunned for a moment. Someone really escaped, but it was under their noses!
Judging from his appearance, he must have been hiding here from the beginning. Her eyes fell on the incense burner in the young man's hand. What kind of magic weapon was this? Even Jing Shisan, who had a golden elixir cultivation level, didn't notice it?
The look Yunli looked at made Fang Mo, who was filled with hatred, tremble. Was he discovered?
No, it's impossible. The Biyan Incense Burner is a high-grade magic weapon on the earth level, and its psychedelic formation can't be seen through even the golden elixir stage!
He breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the thinning smoke and became anxious again, not being able to hold on much longer.
Following the young man's gaze, Yunli also noticed that the smoke emitted by the incense burner was lighter than before.
She blinked her eyes, raised her eyes and glanced around. Jing Shisan hadn't come back yet. Another young man on the second level of qi training who was closest to her was trembling his lips and looking at the massacre in the mansion with a pale face. Wen Xueruo on the side was still there. A look of indifference.
Yunli looked forward, quietly took out an Earth Escape Talisman from her storage bag and threw it over.
Whether he can escape or not depends on his luck.
Fortunately, there was an Earth Escape Talisman in Yue Jiu's storage bag. She should have bought it to save her life at critical moments. She was caught off guard and failed to use it. Now she was able to take advantage of the young man and save his life.
Fang Mo's heart stirred up a storm, and he suddenly looked up, she saw it!
She can actually see through the psychedelic formation of the Biyan Incense Burner!
How can this be? !
He stared at Yunli, tremblingly picked up the escape talisman at his feet, suppressed the shock in his heart, took one last look at this hell on earth with his scarlet eyes, and crushed the talisman in trembling hands.
This earth-escape talisman is not as good as Fang Yin's one and cannot penetrate the barrier, but it can still escape the butcher's knives of these demons by escaping underground.
At some point, snowflakes began to float in the sky, and pieces of pure white fell into Fang Mansion, instantly cooling the warm blood.
A bloody human head suddenly fell from the sky, and Gulu rolled down to Yunli's feet. She felt a cold air rush from the soles of her feet to Tianling Gai, and her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed, making her unable to scream.
Just as she was about to retreat, she raised her eyes to meet Jing Shisan's smiling eyes. Her eyelashes trembled. She tried hard to control the urge to run away. She took a deep breath and slowly moved her gaze away from Fang Yin's hideous head. open.
Don't think, don't think!
Yunli kept thinking silently in her heart, but it was of no use. Fang Yin's staring eyes, full of resentment and resentment, seemed to be engraved in her mind, as if the black and bloody mouth would open and close the next moment. , spitting out the most vicious curses.
Looking up at Wei Lin's worried gaze, she silently gestured, "I'm fine."
The middle-aged monk who was counting the heads paused, frowned and let out a sigh.
Jing Shisan looked over, "What's going on?"
Ying Wu stepped forward and said respectfully but uneasily: "Back to Master, there are two people missing."
Jing Shisan glanced at everyone with sharp eyes, and his voice sounded like it came from hell, "Who let me go?"
No, no, it’s still counting. Is there any roster left?
Yunli was panicked in her heart. She half-closed her eyes and tried her best not to show any strangeness. But why were there two people missing? There was clearly only one person in the illusion array. Could there be other people hiding?
Ying Wu wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, "This... there was nothing unusual just now..."
Jing Shisan's cold eyes made Ying Wu's heart tremble, and the last word was stuck in his throat.
At this time, a woman wearing the clothes of a servant of the Fang family suddenly said: "Today at noon, the young master of the third room, Fang Mo, was nowhere to be found. The third room searched for it all day but could not find it. At night, the young man Chang Fu was still outside. The search has not returned.”
She is Canye Pavilion's secret agent, and it was through her that Canye Pavilion received Moyou's distress signal.
Ying Wu breathed a sigh of relief. He just said that whoever could slip away from the eyes of the five foundation-building monks was not there in the first place.
Fang Mo?
Thinking of the young man who always looked proud, Mo You's eyes darkened. The cold wind blew open a corner of her hood, revealing a blue and white face, covered with purple blood vessels. On top of the blood of corpses on the ground The mansion looked particularly crowded.
Many people were startled, including several foundation-building monks. She raised her hand to pull the hood back up, and the exposed arms were covered with ferocious blood vessels.
Yunli suddenly thought of the scene before Mo Qishan's death. He was also covered in purple blood vessels. Was this poisoning or some kind of family hereditary disease?
Lan Shu frowned and looked at Mo You in the cold wind. She was still a mortal. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to withstand the freezing weather for long, so she said to Jing Shisan, "Leave two people to look for her."
Then he supported Mo You and said, "Sister You, please follow us back to the pavilion first."
Moyou nodded.
The cold wind blew, cutting people's faces like knives, and the snowflakes still spared no effort to dye everything silvery white, as if those bloody crimes no longer existed.
