"don't want."
A vague voice came from a distance, and Li Ang subconsciously looked up at the sky and towards the direction of the mountain.
Mosi cannot be exposed to the world.
High in the sky, after Jun Qianzi blasted out the magic talisman, the rest of the Zhaoming members also used their own methods to attack the mountain leader.
Explosions, roars, flying swords, fire.
The clouds sometimes freeze, sometimes burn, sometimes break, sometimes flatten.
The celestial phenomena are like a drawing board in the hands of a naughty child, outlining all kinds of strange scenes.
A ghostly figure floated in front of Li Ang, preventing him from leaving the city.
Crow Jiu, or rather Crow Jiu's puppet, looked at Li Ang with empty eyes and said hoarsely: "Long time no see."
Old friends meet again, their positions are at odds with each other, and there is nothing to talk about.
Li Ang circulated his Qi sea, released his mind power, grabbed the puppet's neck, twisted it hard, and directly broke off the puppet's head.
Blood spurted out, and the puppet fell to the ground, but a peasant woman walked out of the building next to her, with a steel needle inserted in her neck. She looked at Li Ang with a calm expression and said: "In the Patrol Cloud Realm? Not bad, but unfortunately, it's not enough."
The peasant woman clapped her hands, and a monk walked out of the underground passages of the buildings on both sides of the street.
They all wore collars around their necks, and the explosive talismans placed in the collars fully demonstrated their status as slaves.
"Kill him and you will be free."
Yajiu said.
The slaves' eyes lit up. They had been digging tunnels deep underground for several years. Only now did they finally understand what they had done.
These monks either come from other countries and do not care about the life and death of the people of Yu State at all, or they themselves are evil cultivators who do not know good and evil and only pursue power and freedom.
Even though he knew that he had caused the flood disaster, he didn't care. He only wanted Zhao Ming to fulfill his promise to let them leave.
A group of slaves stared at Li Ang. The sound of flying swords in the sky was like the sound of a starting gun, and all the monks gathered around him.
Li Ang pulled out the glow crossbow, loaded the wind charm into the arrow slot, and pulled the trigger.
Sudden——
The strong wind blew, and Li Ang galloped forward driven by the wind, with hundreds of thoughts running at the same time, calculating everything around him.
Wind direction, wind speed, crowd location and distance, number of telepathy devices, excitation angle.
He moved his fingers, controlled two rows of thought nails, flew against the wall, and drove into the head of a monk.
Skulls exploded, brains splattered everywhere, and the battle was about to break out.
The mind needle shuttles swiftly like a bird, easily penetrating city walls and piercing the human body;
The thread of thought pierces and swims, sometimes weaving a net to intercept flying swords, sometimes turning into a noose to strangle the target;
Various talismans and light crossbows helped Li Ang escape from certain death situations countless times, flying through the gaps in the net like a bird.
But, there are too many enemies.
In order to prepare for today's raid, Zhao Ming had recruited hundreds of slaves for more than ten years, including puppets including soldiers from the Xingzhou Zhenfu Division.
The slaves had their own thoughts, and when they saw Li Ang burst out with fighting power that was not comparable to his realm, they deliberately stopped at the edge of the battle to wait and see the situation.
The puppets, on the other hand, were not afraid of death and worked one after another to narrow the scope of Li Ang's actions.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the once bustling streets of Xingzhou had turned into ruins.
All the buildings collapsed, the streets were in dilapidated condition, the streets were burning with raging fire, and the ground was smeared with filthy flesh and blood.
Li Ang stood there, breathing heavily. Running a hundred thoughts at full strength has put a severe load on the brain. The blood vessels in his forehead have burst, and the blood seeping out of them flows along the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks, like the edge of half a mask.
And at his feet lay dozens of unrecognizable, bloody corpses.
"You are indeed much better than I expected. Maybe the Ghost Spade really died in your hands."
The peasant woman puppet of Yajiu stood on the roof, with her hands behind her back, looking at Li Ang at leisure, and said calmly: "I will give you one last chance to be loyal to Zhao Ming."
Li Ang did not answer. He raised his head and looked up at the sky. The battle between Zhao Ming and others besieging the mountain leader was still going on, with all kinds of dazzling lights.
A grain of sand of the times becomes a mountain when it falls on everyone.
Although Li Ang doesn't like the person who said this, this sentence does apply in some situations. Such as now.
The sword energy from the high altitude collided with Jun Qianzi's Burning Sky Talisman. The flames stretched for thousands of meters, and the flames erupted into a fireball and hit the ground, hitting a family of fleeing Xingzhou people in the middle.
clang!
There was another loud noise, and the mountain commander swung his sword to drive away Fei Lian and others who were trying to attack sneakily. The shock wave of the clash of weapons spread out and broke a bridge.
The people of Xingzhou who were fleeing across the bridge fell into the river like beans and were instantly submerged.
Similar situations have occurred over and over again, and in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, large-scale embankment breaches have also occurred in sections of the river that are beyond the range of Shan Changfu's power.
The turbid river water overflowed the farmland, destroyed the houses, and drowned the bodies of people and animals, rising and falling on the water.
This is the result of the mountain chief's efforts to control the water potential and forcibly intercept the huge amount of water in Xingzhou. If the flood gets out of control, the entire lower reaches of the Yellow River will turn into a thousand miles of land.
"call"
Li Ang slowly exhaled a breath, looked around, his cold eyes swept over the faces of the slaves and puppets, and muttered words.
"What is he saying?"
Yajiu frowned, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, and said sternly: "Stop him!"
Without Yaojiu's reminder, a group of slaves who also felt uneasy rushed forward.
Snapped!
Li Ang suddenly clasped his palms together and faced the ground, as if summoning something.
Dense cracks opened in the ground, and a strong, charred arm emerged from the soil and slapped heavily on the ground.
The Mosi clone, which was finally completed under the influence of Li Luanfeng, slowly crawled out.
It is more than three meters tall, with a humanoid body that is burly and muscular. It is covered with ancient armor from the Three Kingdoms period, with a Yaksha mask on its face and a purple gold crown with three-pronged hair on its head.
Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand fell sideways and hit the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
There were too many witnesses at the scene, so Li Ang couldn't use the ink silk to directly strengthen himself, but he could pretend to be a ghost and summoned the ancient strongman.
"Lu, Lu Bu?"
Lu Bu's appearance has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people along with the Yu State drama. The monks were dumbfounded and doubted their own eyes.
"Go, Lu Fengxian, kill them all."
Li Ang said sternly, unable to hide his weakness in his voice - it was not entirely fake, Li Luanfeng would suppress the recovery speed of the monk's Qi Sea, making it as uncomfortable as lack of oxygen.
"yes."
Mo Si's clone spoke hoarsely, slowly raised his head, and the blade of Fang Tian's painted halberd swept across the ground, drawing a semicircle, "The blood on the tip of the halberd is not cold, if you add another horse to the soul, whoever comes will die!"
(End of chapter)
