In just a short moment, a bloody catastrophe occurred outside the bustling North City Gate.
Zhang Wenfeng quickly jumped on the corridor littered with corpses, waving his hand to extinguish the black fire that was still burning on the injured and wailing in pain. Without the control of a witch cultivator, Yuan Qi could easily destroy the vicious black fire.
There are other simple ways to extinguish black fire, but if you are not prepared, you don't have the materials.
"The damn soul-killing black witches never care about mortal lives. They are accustomed to using the crowd to create chaos and sneak attacks. Hundreds of years have passed, and they still remain as evil as before.
The Dafan Dynasty no longer exists, why haven't they died yet?
I stopped you from killing that sorcerer man because of your consideration.
That group of soul-killing black witches is quite powerful. Four people showed up just now, a witch warrior, a black witch, and two beast shamans lying in wait underground. They have more than that.
This time, we are obviously prepared to deal with everyone in your Daolu branch.
As long as you kill one of them, instead of digging them out and killing them all, that group of lunatics will use the most cruel means to take revenge on everyone related to you. It is difficult to prevent them. They will only hurt him and do other things to him. The imprint is imperceptible, but their target is still the Daolu branch, and they won't spend time and energy just targeting you.
If that buffalo that had been cursed by the Wedding Clothes was taken to the Daolu Branch by you, and suddenly exploded while many people were watching, what would be the consequences? There will definitely be heavy casualties.
Their purpose is most likely to detonate the buffalo and defile the Daolu branch's formation, suspending the formation for a period of time.
Of course, they have not figured out the situation. I don’t know that someone in your Daolu branch has broken through to the gradual decline realm in recent days. After they use destructive means to suspend the protective formation, they will disrupt the city, leaving a mess with countless casualties, and they will eventually be killed. They may retreat, or one or two of them may be killed, but they don't care.
Until the truth is revealed, no one knows what the real purpose of those lunatics is this time. Maybe they don’t even know it, they are just hateful pawns being manipulated..."
Zhong Wenyong was so angry that he babbled a little.
The only person who knows the methods and style of black witches best is the witch cultivator.
He hated those guys who brought disaster to the country and the people and caused the previous dynasty to be destroyed. The hatred for hundreds of years was aroused, and he could not finish it for three days and three nights. His hatred was almost overflowing from the bottle.
Zhang Wenfeng was able to use the law enforcement wristband to deal with the Wuwu man who was injured and fell to the ground after being trapped.
That's the best chance for a kill.
Otherwise, even if he gets close, it will be difficult to hurt the shaman warrior man.
He heard Zhong Daoyou's message at that time, and at the last moment, he hesitated and gave up the kill.
At this time, he heard Zhong Wenyong's somewhat confusing tirade. He suddenly stopped and thought of an extremely terrifying possibility. He looked at the hospital owner with a gloomy face, who was also helping the disabled people, and shouted through the voice: "Quick, Fei Ge has sent a message. Inform the county that this group of witch cultivators and thieves probably has more than this number, be careful they use the same method to sneak attack Daolu branches in other counties!"
Wu Qianping, who was thinking about this, was suddenly startled and ran towards the city.
He was almost killed by this group of witch cultivators who had caused a bloody massacre. He was so angry that he forgot important matters. He could not wait for the damage to the city gate to be cleared up. He had to report it as soon as possible so that all places would be more vigilant and advise the county and city experts to hunt down and eliminate the resurgent witch cultivators.
The peace has been peaceful for too long, and many monks no longer know the terror of witch cultivators.
It was only then that he came to his senses and shouted, "I'll send a message to warn you!"
Yun Qiuhe supported Chen Qingqiao, who was seriously injured, and jumped from the bottom of the ditch onto the corridor.
Fu Gujing was not seriously injured. He was extremely uncomfortable with Wu Xiu's fighting style.
It was too fast, the punches were killing him, and he had no time to cast all his spells.
After receiving a punch, most of the protective spells and magical weapons on his body were dissolved. His arms were a little sore and numb, but it was very embarrassing to be knocked down into the moat ditch. He also followed Dean Wu and ran into the city.
He wanted to inform the sect of such a dangerous new situation as soon as possible, and he did not even bother to collect the swords stuck on the city wall.
He had no extra sympathy for the dead and wounded on the ground.
If it weren't for the discipline, he would have really wanted to say "he deserves it" to these innocent people who like to join in the fun.
poor person must have something mean.
If he hadn't been trying to avoid the fleeing crowd, wouldn't he be able to use the powerful thunder beads in his hand?
It made him useless and passive, which was a disaster.
Zhang Wenfeng quickly used techniques to stop the bleeding of all the injured people who were still able to move on the corridor. In fact, there were only a dozen or so of them alive, and they were too miserable to see. Only then did he have time to go back and visit Chen Qingqiao, who had taken the powder.
Facing the concern and greetings, the miserable Chen Guanzhu lamented in his heart: Why is it always me who gets hurt?
"It's not serious. Three ribs are broken and the internal organs are injured. I will be raised in the city for more than ten days and I can basically recover-->>
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, fortunately Zhang Guanzhu showed his great power and beat the thief away... Oh, how pitiful. "
Chen Qingqiao clasped his fists and said a few words, then slowly walked into the city.
The monk had strong recovery ability. While he was thankful, he also sighed for the withered innocent lives.
Zhang Wenfeng walked a few steps, picked up the straw hat that the shaman warrior had dropped on the ground, and accompanied Yun Qiuhe, who was full of anger and could not vent his anger, wandering around the hole left by the giant beast after it escaped, and asked via voice transmission: "Friend Zhong Dao, are you secretly Plant a mark on the body of the witch warrior, but is there a way to find their hiding place?"
"It's inconvenient for me to show up now, so it's hard to find them."
Zhong Wenyong sent a message and replied: "I put a mark on the shaman warriors to know when they will appear near you, so that you can prepare in advance to avoid suffering losses. Next time they come, they will definitely come out in full force."
Zhang Wenfeng was silent. Why did he feel that Zhong Wenyong had a long-term intention to catch the big fish?
He also knew that whatever the Mountain God didn't want to say, he wouldn't reveal it no matter how much he asked.
Zhong Wenyong suddenly transmitted the message again: "The straw hat you picked up is a bit weird. They are still nearby and put a witchcraft mark on you through the straw hat. Don't look back and look around. Pretend you don't know. Okay, they left." "
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Zhong Wenyong shouted that he was wronged and said: "The black witches have weird methods. Even if you don't pick up the straw hat this time, they will send mortals into the city to collect your information and send you some items through other channels. Any contact will leave a mark. , those guys are very insidious and difficult to deal with."
Zhang Wenfeng warned: "Don't make your own decisions next time. If you have any questions, discuss them with me in advance."
"No, not in the future."
Zhong Wenyong agreed, which was equivalent to acknowledging that he deliberately made the viewer imprinted.
He hated those rat-like guys, and he was itching to have the opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop. By the way, even the viewer was involved in the plot, and he wanted to slap himself in the face.
What does it mean to do bad things with good intentions, and what does it mean to do good things and not get a good response?
The habit of calculating people at any time is a disease and must be changed!
People who have died several times still don’t remember it.
Zhang Wenfeng had warned him last time. After living in peace for a while, the mountain god from the previous dynasty tried to trick him again.
If you find a problem, address it promptly to avoid being treated like a monkey, and it will be treated as a matter of course.
After a little disagreement, he calmly asked Zhong Daoyou for advice on how to identify the curse mark placed by the black witch.
If you suffer a little loss, you have to gain something.
Zhong Wenyong did not hide anything. He sent a message to tell many ways about black witches, as well as how to distinguish and prevent them. He did not mention white witches and red witches. This was his limit.
Five or six men from the Daolu Branch walked out of the city gate and called over the trembling guards, government officials and others to help the injured and pick up the dead. Behind them, the government officials called in some more people to clean up the north city with shovels and dust. The door was stained with blood.
Yun Qiuhe felt sulky for a while, and suddenly said: "Guanzhu Zhang, I will return to the sect tomorrow and have to leave for a while."
Although she has made a breakthrough, she needs to return to the sect to copy and practice the spells and cultivation experience in the Jianwei realm.
For example, she doesn't know the flying technique that can be practiced in the Jianwei realm for the time being. It takes some time to figure it out on her own. After all, there is no convenience provided by the sect, and it is unnecessary.
Previously, if she could fly, the time it would take her to arrive would be shortened.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the busy and alert crowd, then walked out without disturbing others' work, and asked: "Are you coming back?"
Yun Qiuhe frowned slightly, with a hint of distress on his face, and said: "My master definitely wants me to stay in the sect, meditate and practice quietly, and ignore secular affairs. I still want to come back... I will not rob Master Wu of the sect. The position is not suitable for me and it’s too troublesome.”
The two walked away side by side.
Yun Qiuhe sent a message: "I will go back and find you some magic books and the like to give you as gifts. What kind of books are you missing?"
She received a great favor, which made her realize that she had a breakthrough opportunity and must repay it.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and glanced at the woman. He was missing a lot of things. Suddenly, his heart moved and he said through a message: "Can you help me get some vine-type spiritual plant seeds? I cast a spell and I lack suitable seeds." .”
Ordinary seeds can be used as a source of curses, but they cannot restrain a master.
Since Yun Qiuhe wants to repay him, he won't refuse if his heart is clear, so let's do something practical.
Otherwise, he would have spent time and effort searching for it, and he still doesn’t know when it was.
Like the shaman warrior I met today, if he used bean sprouts or the like as the source of the spell, it would be a waste of an opportunity to cast the "Tangled Curse".
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