In late summer and early autumn, on the eastern outskirts of Yuhang City, a killing lasted only a short time and then stopped.
The caravan guards were a little reluctant to deal with the bandits, let alone the practitioners hiding in the dark. Even with the help of a few fierce soldiers, they were still defeated quickly.
The corpses were lying down, and the horses were either cowering on their knees, or lying in a pool of blood, with more air coming out and less air coming in.
"call."
The mountain breeze blows, and the bloody smell is blown away.
The corporal commander leaned against the shaft of the carriage, holding a knife in one hand and a blood-stained ice pick that penetrated the soft armor on his chest with the other hand. He looked at the man and woman walking out of the forest with horrified eyes.
They are all young people, about twenty years old.
The man was wearing a short shirt, with bulging muscles in his arms and a stern expression. He was holding a long knife surrounded by flames.
The woman beside him was wearing a rare leather armor, her long hair was tied back, and she was holding a large iron-tied bow in her hand. The bowstring was loose and there was no quiver.
Seeing the two men walking towards him, the captain tried his best to lift the knife, but instead of throwing it at the enemy, he wiped it towards his own neck with a fierce look!
"Want to die?" The woman holding the iron bow raised a teasing smile and flicked her finger.
An ice pick as long as a thumb was shot out, with a "ding" sound, the steel knife bounced away, and his courage to commit suicide was wiped out.
The next second, flames flickered under the soles of the man in a short shirt. He reached the latter, raised his boots, and crushed the bones of the captain's hand holding the knife to pieces.
"ah--"
The iron-clad man felt his vision turn black and let out a heart-rending scream.
"Huo Ju, don't let this person scream. He sounds upset." The woman in armor frowned.
The short-shirted monk with the Taoist name "Fire Residence" raised his boots and looked down at the latter:
"I'll ask you questions. If you cooperate, maybe I can give you a happy mood if you're in a good mood. Otherwise..."
As he spoke, he put a finger on the forehead of the captain, and a flame rushed into his body. The captain felt the fire burning his body, and he nodded repeatedly as if he was being punished.
"Oh, it seems that he is not a dead soldier." Huo Ju looked coldly, "Are you ordered to find someone who has returned from the dead?"
The corps commander was confused: "What kind of resurrection from the dead..."
Huo Ju was startled for a moment, and then realized that this soldier didn't know the details and just followed orders.
After some interrogation, it was learned that he had kidnapped a "suspicious child" not long ago and was about to escort him back to the military mansion for reinstatement.
"Children?" The woman not far away stepped forward with her slender legs, walked straight towards her, and frowned:
"Will anyone take away the body of a child?"
The two belong to a certain force and are now looking for the "reborn person". After accidentally learning that the Dadong Army Mansion has sent a team, they simply choose to "leave behind" and specifically intercept the Hu Jun Mansion.
Didn't know the existence of "Fang Shijie".
The male monk named "Huoju" said "Hey" and said:
"God knows. Let's see for sure."
As he spoke, he grabbed the seriously injured corps commander in his hand and ordered him to point to the location.
However, when they passed through the hastily arranged circular formation and arrived at the rear of the caravan, all they saw were open chains and empty cages.
"Where are the people?" Huo Ju's expression changed.
…
…
In the woods, a black-faced soldier ran as fast as he could.
Fang Shijie was trapped under the creaking nest. He was dizzy due to the violent bumps. His face was pale, but his eyes were full of excitement, and he urged:
"Run, run, you have done a good job in escorting me today, and I will reward you heavily in the future. You know, how many people lined up back then to fight for a chance to escort me, but they didn't get it..."
Shut up... The black-faced warrior cursed in his heart, but his body was controlled by another will and he remained silent.
Just follow a certain direction and run as hard as you can.
It's a pity that he is just an ordinary infantry after all, and he is carrying someone, so it is difficult to speed up.
Just when he was anxious, Fang Shijie suddenly discovered that the soldier found a clearing in the forest and suddenly stopped.
"Don't stop, go quickly!" Fang Shijie was still urging.
As a result, the latter threw it to the ground, causing pain in his buttocks.
"Shut up!" the soldier said coldly, turned around and drew the sword from his waist, making a warning posture.
When Fang Shijie saw this, he also realized something. He rolled decisively and hid behind the soldiers. He saw two figures in the forest behind him approaching from far away at extremely fast speeds.
Shockingly, it was the two monks who destroyed the entire caravan.
"Looks like it's you." Huo Ju laughed, and he settled down a few feet in front of the two of them, and at the same time threw the seriously injured corps commander to the ground.
The latter was already furious, but when he saw the knife-wielding men in front and Fang Shijie being taken away, he mistakenly thought that the situation was not good, so he led them to escape.
He couldn't help but dim his eyes and roared:
"Walk……"
"Let's go?" The female monk with the Taoist name "Bing Po" and carrying a big bow with iron tires floated over, smiling:
"It seems that we can't leave anymore."
"Who are you?" The black-faced soldier heard himself say.
Huo Ju laughed and wiped the long knife in his hand:
"This little soldier is quite courageous."
Bingpo frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense to him."
As she said that, the female monk fixed her eyes on the timid little fat man and said:
"Send someone over here and I can let you go."
Of course this was a lie. He had decided from the moment he showed up that there was no way he could let anyone live.
These people...are also here for me?
Fang Shijie's heart sank, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and feeling bitter in his heart:
No matter how hard you worked before, no one paid attention to you, but now it's better, you didn't do anything, and there were two groups of people fighting for it.
It was obvious that these military soldiers could not protect themselves. Thinking of this, Fang Shijie sighed softly and prepared to stand up and take over the initiative in the conversation.
But the next second, he saw that the warrior didn't say a word, swung the steel knife in his hand, and put it decisively on the neck of the God Emperor.
The first generation of God Emperor:? ?
"Let me ask again, who are you? Who sent you? What is your ulterior purpose?"
The black-faced soldier took the hostage hostage and asked for the second time.
This time, it was not just two monks with mysterious origins.
Even the corps commander lying on the ground was stunned. He stared at his men in disbelief. He had no idea that his comrades around him were so brave.
The smile on Huo Ju's face disappeared, and his brows were filled with indifference and contempt:
"You dare to threaten us?"
As a dignified monk, he was threatened and interrogated by a soldier who could easily crush him to death. It was simply unbelievable.
The female monk named "Bing Po" was also startled, and then glanced at Huo Ju, whose face was twitching and filled with anger. She took a step forward and squinted her eyes:
"you wanna die?"
As the words fell, the grass and trees under the female monk's feet crackled with frozen frost, and the cold air filled the air.
This was done deliberately to demonstrate power.
However, the black-faced soldier was not afraid and stood proudly. He put the steel knife on the God Emperor's neck and said calmly:
"Soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty will not accept any threats."
good!
At this moment, Rao was being held hostage, and the first-generation God Emperor couldn't help but scream in his heart, his eyes filled with relief.
Isn't such a brave warrior exactly what the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty should look like?
The angry corps leader was shocked. He lay on his side on the ground, feeling the temperature inside his body passing away little by little, and a strong sense of shame surged into his heart.
"Damn it!"
Huo Ju cursed angrily, suddenly swung the long knife in his hand, cut off the captain's head, and said sternly:
"Say it again?"
Idiot... This guy is getting angry again. Do you have to provoke the other person...
Bingpo felt anxious and pinched the two fingers of his right hand behind his back. Silently, a slender and straight ice pick arrow condensed bit by bit.
The black-faced soldier was so frightened that he stood upright and sneered:
"you……"
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, the female monk suddenly bent her bow and set an arrow, as fast as lightning. Fang Shijie only heard the "buzz" of the bowstring, and the head of the soldier in front of him exploded instantly.
Blood spurted out and splashed all over Little Fatty's face. The body that stood proudly holding the knife fell straight down.
The wound on the neck was frozen by ice crystals, exuding a trace of cold air.
"There's so much nonsense." Bingpo breathed out silently, his expression a little more relaxed.
Huo Ju also smiled again, his anger relieved, and he said angrily:
"You stole my head again. But for a person like this who doesn't understand current affairs, he will die as soon as he dies."
"Dead... just dead?" Suddenly, Fang Shijie, who was lying on the ground, raised his head. His childish, baby-fat face no longer had the funny and pretended childishness.
Instead, it was filled with coldness and regret, accompanied by an indescribable majesty.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, and their expressions became a little more serious. They looked at each other and could see each other's surprise.
Obviously, this kind of reaction and momentum is definitely not what a mortal child would have.
"It seems that you are indeed a person who has been resurrected from the dead." Bingpo raised his eyebrows and lowered the raised iron bow as a gesture of goodwill:
"We got the right person."
The young man named Huoju flicked his burly arm, inserted the flaming sword into the scabbard, restrained his arrogance, and smiled:
"Otherwise? He's just a pawn. He dared to imprison and coerce you before. He deserves death."
Fang Shijie shook his head and said:
"These two people were just following orders, so there's nothing wrong with that."
Huo Ju said of course:
"So what if you were ordered to do so? Why do you have to argue about right and wrong when you kill such a lowly mortal? Or is your body like a child filled with the soul of a Confucian scholar or a Buddhist monk? Ai Xifei A moth gauze covering the lamp? Moreover, regardless of the difference between ordinary people, these mere modern people dare to be disrespectful to ancient powerful people like us, and they should be killed."
He sneered, his tone a little unhappy:
"Don't forget who kidnapped you and who came to rescue you."
The taciturn female cultivator, carrying an iron bow on her back, glanced at her companion:
"Why bother telling him this."
Immediately, she looked at the first-generation God Emperor and said calmly:
"Formal introduction, the two of us are from the 'human world'. Well, you may not have heard of this name. This is an organization formed by people like you and me. The purpose is naturally to help each other.
I believe you have also noticed that these soldiers from the Zhou Dynasty are just one of the malicious intentions and targets of the "modern people" forces in today's era. There are many teams to arrest us like this. Under such a situation, we must cooperate with each other. Only by helping each other and working together can we resist the threats of the current era and even regain control of the Kyushu Continent. "
After a pause, she said again:
"You may be wary of us, which is normal, but since you can succeed, you must not be a fool. You should know..."
"You may have thought of something wrong." Suddenly, the first-generation God Emperor spoke, interrupting the female monk's sermon.
The seven-year-old God-Emperor stood beside the corpse, bent down and forcefully opened the soldier's sword-holding hand.
Then he lifted the steel knife with some difficulty and stared at the two of them:
"Even if they are both resurrected 'ghosts', it does not mean that they are in the same camp or the same type of people. It does not mean that as a practitioner, you can regard mortals as ants. It does not mean that you can live longer. , just look down upon the people of today’s world…”
He stepped forward with his short legs, and there was no hesitation on his face, only disgust and disdain:
"Of course, the above mentioned are all excuses. The real reason is that in my past life, I hate being led by others, let alone being a subordinate to others.
I have chopped off the heads of those who once wanted me to be treated as dogs. I am not even willing to go to the Great Zhou Army, let alone what kind of world you are in? Oh, by the way, these are actually not the key. The key is that your face makes me very tired. "
Bingpo was stunned.
It seems that he can't believe that the "reborn person" in front of him, who is powerless and imprisoned by a group of mortals, dares to speak so wildly.
"Okay, very good." Huo Ju laughed angrily, grinned, and unsheathed the long knife in his hand:
"It's true that if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
As he spoke, he shook the blade, and wisps of scarlet fire spread along the blade like water, illuminating the dimly lit forest.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just ask you to go back and calm down."
Huo Ju's eyes were cold, and he held a knife in one hand, making a warning gesture, and spread out the five fingers of the other hand to grab the God Emperor.
The first-generation God Emperor sighed softly, thinking that these people were indeed not good people.
He closed his eyes, knowing that with his current body, he could not escape the fate of being captured.
However, at this moment, a quiet and leisurely voice floated in the ears of the three people at the same time:
"What a 'human being'... just arresting people in such a grand manner, do you really think I don't exist?"
who! ?
At this moment, Huo Ju's hair stood on end as he prepared to capture him, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. His body flashed almost instinctively, and he stepped back, holding a long knife horizontally in his hand, and his eyes were like lightning.
Standing in the distance, the female monk in charge of guarding also had hairs rising on her white neck, her pupils shrunk, and while she was sounding away, she bent her bow and nocked an arrow in her hand.
It was clear that she had repeatedly confirmed that there was no one else around!
The first-generation God-Emperor, who was in the posture of "turning the neck and killing", was also startled. He felt that the voice was strange and familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
He strained to open his eyes.
The next second, he turned his head following his intuition, only to see a mysterious figure wrapped in a bamboo hat and covered by black mist, just beside him, under a big tree, like graffiti in the air.
As if feeling his gaze, the mysterious man turned to look at him and seemed to...smile.
"What kind of demon is this? He hides his head and shows his tail!"
At this time, the figures of the male and female monks drew closer, and while on guard, they used their energy to lock onto the unexpected enemy.
"magician?"
When Ji Ping'an heard this word, he suddenly smiled in a complicated tone, moved his eyes away from the God Emperor's face, looked at the two of them indifferently, and said quietly:
"This word is more appropriate to use to comment on you... Dongxuan Demon Sect."
Dongxuan Demon Gate!
When these four words were spoken, the expressions of the two ancient monks suddenly changed!
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