"Yes, it is estimated that several major immortal sects will get together to discuss this matter when they arrive in Zhongdu. Jing Chao in Zhongdu will not be spared." Zhang Yunsheng continued.
"They created this Forbidden Spirit Land, otherwise we would have left the city by now! Demonic energy will not cause changes in mortals, so what are they worried about? Aren't we the ones who should be worried most?" Shen Yunyang also said the same thing. Anger is a temper inherited from Liu Yunqing.
After a few words, a few people walked not far from the gate of Luoning City. Although most of the people were missing along the way and it was a bit desolate, they had not encountered any danger yet and were about to leave the forbidden area.
Dong Yiyi handed the rope in her hand to Shen Yunyang, and ran towards the city gate faster. She asked loudly, "Little junior sister? Susu? Susu?"
Why didn't you see Susu? Now something unexpected happened in Zhongdu... Will there be any accident if Fang Zhe takes Su Su away?
Her movements were extremely fast and she was out of the city gate in a blink of an eye. Holding the sword in his hand, he anxiously searched for the trees outside the city.
Others also walked to the city gate at this time.
"etc!"
A soldier suddenly appeared at the door. He was well-equipped and well-equipped. He wore a pendant around his waist and a red stripe on his arm. He looked like a respectable little leader in the special army of the Jing Dynasty.
He suddenly stopped the rest of the group, stamped the black iron spear on the ground, and people with excellent armor like him came out from nowhere.
"Boom——"
The hundred-jin city gate was lowered at this time and the city gate was closed.
"What are you going to do!" Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Shen Yunyang rushed straight to the door where there was still a gap.
Senior Sister Dong just went out!
Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and surrounded him.
As a monk, Shen Yunyang would never do anything to ordinary people. At this moment, he had to stop and look at several people angrily.
Zhang Yunsheng was still calm. She strode forward and tugged on the rope in her hand, causing the bound demon cultivator to let out a wail while struggling and roaring.
The warm and delicate expression of the past was gone from his face, and there were knives hidden in his eyes, "What do you mean?"
Are these mortals going to cause trouble? Are they crazy? ? ?
The soldier who stopped everyone was tall enough, almost as tall as Liu Yunqing. There were dozens of soldiers standing around him who were also rough and fleshy, and they were not afraid of this fairy's intimidation at all.
The leader had a black mole under his nose. He looked at everyone jokingly, and his nostrils turned a little thick when he exhaled.
He thought to himself: "Haha, orders have been passed down from above. Nowadays, there is no difference between immortals and mortals in Zhongdu. As long as we step on this land, even those flying in the sky will come down and crawl at our feet."
The immortal is still aloof from above, but now he is not allowed to be trampled by me.
These people with red stripes are the reserve army of Zhongdu. They usually do not fight with the army and love to be arrogant. It was a rare opportunity to order the immortal this time, and I had taken the hint from above, but I had no intention of lowering my eyebrows and being considerate.
"Haha, Mr. Xianjun. There is an order from above, such a crazy person."
He pursed his lips, and the protruding mole stood out with this movement.
He pointed at the possessed monk who was bound beside Zhang Yunsheng, and continued: "You can't take him out of the city. We need to kill him on the spot. Please give me some face, Mr. Immortal Lord."
After saying that, he shook the black iron spear in his hand.
The little leader deliberately slowed down his articulation speed when he said the words "killed", squinting his eyes and smiling.
"We know something about the situation. I'm afraid the immortals in Zhongdu are now unable to use their magic. Please listen to my advice. Let's complete the task early and everyone should leave the city gate early."
"Otherwise, the city gate will never be opened until these crazy immortals die."
He is provoking. If a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog, he is willing to be the dog.
Zhang Yunsheng's chin was slightly lowered, but his eyelids were slightly raised. His eyes swept over the careless movements of these people, turned around, and faintly pointed at the magic cultivator in a circle.
"You want to... kill them?"
The little leader nodded calmly and said lightly: "It said above that they should be killed."
Should be killed...
Demonic cultivators deserve to be killed, but they are not mortals who can kill them. Seven days ago, these people were just like everyone else, monks who were trying to solve the dangerous situation in Zhongdu. Now they all deserve to be killed.
Qi Zhizhi felt a sore nose when she thought of this. She was still young, and she knew that the demon cultivator should be killed because her elders said so, and her brothers also taught her this way.
They will go crazy, become bloodthirsty and kill, and massacre innocent people, which is not allowed by God.
"But..." The girl did not say what was in her heart, and swallowed it into her stomach along with the saliva she secreted.
Zhang Yunsheng and others were thinking about the other side.
He secretly thought in his heart: "If we kill the demon cultivator here without any preparation, when the red clouds dissipate and Zhongdu returns to its original state, the demonic energy will reappear and overflow into the air."
"When monks entering the city gate absorb spiritual energy, they will inevitably come into contact with demonic energy."
What are they going to do?
"Are you threatening us? You actually want to kill people we know well in front of us?!" Qi Shi's temper exploded. When had the three of them experienced such anger in the Western Regions?
But he still has reason, and he is waiting for his friends.
Qi Wen was also pressing the hand of his second brother, and whispered in a secret voice: "Second brother, don't be impulsive yet."
Qi Zhizhi's face turned red with anger, and he kept stroking the chain in his hand.
After a long while, Zhang Yunsheng took a deep breath and turned his head to look at his old rival.
Liu Yunqing's serious expression has never changed. She has a straight face and the depth in her eyes is that there are turbulent waves hidden under the calm. She already has the answer.
"Oh." Zhang Yunsheng responded casually without looking at the little leader.
The next moment, the female voice was really gentle, like the ever-changing ripples on the shore, she said:
"Everyone, draw your swords."
Like a trumpet among thousands of troops, several monks from the Shifang Sect and three sword cultivators from the Western Region took action at this moment.
This drawing of the sword is a kind of spirit! A swordsman can draw a sword even without a sword!
The little leader did not retreat but came forward. Seeing this, he became even more arrogant and shouted loudly: "Brothers! There is an order from above! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy. These so-called immortals can't use magic now. They are no better than chickens than phoenixes that have landed on the ground." !Kill them all!”
In the battle of war, the long sword is a weapon that can cut through the sky with one strike, and the long sword is a blade that can cut through the ocean with one strike.
The spear... it's a black iron spear.
If Jiang Su were here, he would definitely be happy to tear off his head and throw it into the sky. At the same time, he would lean back and let the carotid artery shoot up into the sky like a giant flower.
Let’s celebrate that the first batch of passers-by who overestimate their own abilities and dare to commit suicide finally appear in this world.
Shen Yunyang fought one against ten, killing all around with Burning Evil in his hand, flying the helmets of all the soldiers around him, and then pierced their collarbones with the sharp blade, and the high temperature of Burning Evil itself roasted their flesh and made a sizzling sound.
Qi Zhizhi held the demon cultivator with one hand and brandished a ten-meter-long sword with the other. The steps are light and the image looks more like a child shaking a sparrow while walking the dog.
Liu Yunqing had doubts about himself. He felt that his sword skills were not used in this way. How could he teach these mortal soldiers...
Like peeling a melon?
Completely crushed, where did they get their confidence?
