Central Plains·Wuzhen
"Master Wan, are you dead?"
"Master Wan! Master Wan! And that one, Master Jin, seems to have lost his temper too!"
"How could you die, Lord Wan! Aren't you a god who can kill demons?!"
After a dead silence, someone in the crowd finally spoke, and everyone let out a mournful wail. Yun Musheng stared blankly at Wan Shiwu who was lying in a pool of blood, and then looked at the people of Wuzhen around him. them.
The cries around her were deafening, and Xiaokui was alone with tears beside Jin Yan's body. Yun Musheng knew what the Lord Wan Shiwu and Lord Jin Yan they talked about meant to them and this Wuzhen.
Five years ago, there was the same forest fire, and the same Lord Yan appeared. The five people at that time saved the people of Wuzhen from fire and water, and the only two people left after that battle, Wan Shiwu and Jin Yan, became the people of Wuzhen as if they were religious. An object of spiritual sustenance.
At this time, Fu Shu, the general of the Hou Mansion soldiers on the side, stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand and shouted to everyone: "Senior Wan Shiwu and Jin Yan are both heroes. I, Xiaoyao Hou Mansion, admire them." , please rest assured, as long as Wuzhen is willing to submit to the Hou Mansion, the defense of this town in the future will definitely be..."
"fart!"
Someone threw a handful of mud into Fu Shu's face, interrupting his words.
A tall and thick man came out of the crowd, and Yun Musheng recognized him as the pork guy from the pork shop on West Street. Because most of the town was handicraft shops, there were very few shops selling pork like this, so he was deeply impressed.
I saw the pork guy holding a kitchen knife in his hand, pointing at Fu Shu's face and cursing: "In the past, when Mr. Wan was here, we in Wuzhen did not rely on any Central Plains forces. Now even if we become hozens, we will never care about you." Powerful person!"
"Yes, get out of Wuzhen!"
"Go back to your court!"
Ma Qingfeng, who was beside Yun Musheng, whispered: "Oh, it's a bunch of rabble. Why didn't I see them with such toughness when Yan Jun showed up just now?"
Yun Musheng was puzzled: "Although they may turn their grief into strength after losing Lord Wan, Fushu and the others are, after all, forces of the Xiaoyao Houfu and are well-equipped. Without Lord Wan, how can they have the courage to act arrogantly."
Ma Qingfeng snorted disdainfully and replied: "Huh, little brother, I don't know. I asked people before. It is said that although Wanshiwu does not occupy any power on the surface, who doesn't know that he has a relationship with Xiaoyao Hou?" Okay, plus everyone knows that there are evil spirits around Wuzhen, so the bandits in Zhenlao Gate and the people in Jinghong Hall don’t dare to provoke them, otherwise do you think Wan Shiwu alone can defend Wuzhen?”
Coming closer, Fushu wiped the mud on his face from the porky guy with his sleeves, and raised his head in embarrassment. He thought he was only a young man in his early twenties, how could he cope with such a scene.
From the north, another sound of horse hoofbeats came. Ma Qingfeng heard something was wrong. He looked over from a distance and saw a group of people wearing black armor heading towards this place. In the middle of the horse team, a side with the word "Jun" was written on it. flag.
"Who is that person?" Yun Musheng asked.
"Those are the people from Wu'an Jinghong Palace. It's strange. Although I also expected that they would come to fight for this piece of fat, but Wan Shi Wu had just died, how could they come so fast? Did they know Wan Shi a long time ago? Wu will die today, it doesn’t make sense.”
While Ma Qingfeng was talking to himself, the cavalry from Jinghong Palace had already rushed over. The leader, Yun Musheng, also recognized him as the madman Tie Luhan who fought with Fu Shu during the Sword Climbing Conference.
Even after more than a year, the exaggerated red hair is still fresh in Yun Musheng's memory.
Tie Luhan held a machete in his hand and mocked Fushu leisurely: "Hahaha, it seems that the people of Wuzhen don't welcome you bastards from the Hou Mansion, so we, Jinghong Palace, should take them away."
"The same goes for those from Jinghong Palace. We in Wuzhen will never be attached to you. Get out of here!" The porky guy who just took out the mud thrower immediately stepped forward and refused to accept it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Tie Luhan flew down from his body, raised his knife and dropped it. A pool of blood spurted out, and the pork man's head rolled from the ground to everyone's feet.
Seeing this situation, all the people were frightened and panicked, and they did not dare to make a sound. Seeing this, Fu Shu drew his sword and stabbed Tie Luhan, knocking him back.
"Aren't you from Jinghong Palace afraid of retribution when you are so disrespectful of human life?"
Tie Luhan said with a smile: "Retribution? Don't laugh to death, Yan Jun can be killed. Who will give us retribution? My sword will be your retribution!"
Just as Tie Lu Han was about to step forward, a group of strong shield warriors from the Hou Mansion immediately lined up in front, assuming a posture that if you dare to come over, I will kill you.
Fu Shu took a cursory look at the men and horses brought behind Tie Lu Han. It looked like there were only a few dozen people.
"Tiehanzi, you want to compete with me for territory from the Marquis Mansion, so you must have a few people with you. Although we have just experienced a war, how can your dozens of people be able to defeat more than 300 of us? With your strength A broken knife that’s almost rusty?”
Tie Luhan still looked carefree and playful: "There are more people than anything. Just your paper shield array, I, Tie Luhan, can handle it alone."
"Hmph, you're so arrogant!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shu waved his long sword, and the strong shield formation strode towards Tie Luhan. At this moment, two figures suddenly flashed out of the cavalry in Jinghong Hall, a man and a woman, each holding a palm. The strong shield formation of the Hou Mansion flew directly to the official road outside Wuzhen.
The falling soldiers of the Hou Mansion were seriously injured, and even the seemingly thick shields were smashed to pieces.
Yun Musheng looked at the two people in surprise. He had such power with just one move. How could he still be in the realm of mortal warriors? Could it be that these two people are both after the Star Realm? What makes Yun Musheng strange is that he didn't feel a trace of internal energy or spiritual energy fluctuations from those two people. Could it be that they were deliberately hidden?
I saw a man and a woman standing still, both holding a string of Buddhist beads in their hands, saying in unison: "The poor monk is as beautiful as the sky, the poor nun is like the mangosteen, Amitabha~"
It is said that Buddhism saves people, and the four words Amitabha are often accompanied by the Buddha's light. However, when these words were spoken by these two people, they had an indescribable sense of oppression and weirdness.
But at least it can be guessed that the two of them should have been eminent monks and nuns in Shaolin. It seems that after the fall of Shaolin Sect, the capable male and female monks in it were all conquered by major forces.
Yun Musheng wanted to do something at this time, but after the battle just now, both his internal energy and the spiritual energy he had after becoming a spirit exorcist were completely exhausted. It can be said that he has more than enough intention but not enough power.
But even if he was in his prime at this time, he knew that he couldn't compete with these two old monsters.
At this time, Qiu Mingming fell into Yun Musheng's arms. It seemed that he was exhausted and temporarily fainted.
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"Nao, Nao!"
In her sleep, Qiu Mingming saw Nao Suzuhara in her body arguing with someone in front of her. Her huge flaming eyes were still in front of her, which looked very intimidating.
"I said I don't want it, I don't want it. I'm a good ghost, but suddenly you ask me to be the king of hell. What's going on?!"
A low voice came from the burning eyes: "But if you killed the previous Fenghuo Yan Lord, his power, that is, me, will naturally attach itself to you, and you can't escape."
Qiu Mingming was stunned not far away. She walked forward, hid behind Suzuhara Nao, and gently poked her back. After all, the huge eyes in front of her were still impressive. She was a little scared.
Nao turned around and saw Qiu Mingming. He immediately pulled her to the front and said, "Sister, you happen to be here. You are judging me. Why should I be the King of Hell?"
Qiu Mingming had a look of surprise on her face. The amount of information that came to her at this time was difficult for her to accept even in her sleep. First of all, Nao had always given her a fierce and resentful image, and she wanted to have it all the time. Killing himself, but now he is so familiar with himself.
Secondly, "You want to be... to be... Lord of Yan?!"
"It's not that I want to be the one, but he insists that I be the one. It's really unreasonable."
In those flaming eyes, a low voice came again: "If you get tired of the identity of Lord Yama in the future, you can also pass it on to others. However, you are the devil who should return to the underworld. If this power is given to others, , you, a brat with a mere hundred years of cultivation, will be trampled on at will."
Nao seemed a little distressed after hearing this. Under her long black hair, the flowers in her eyes flickered faintly.
Qiu Mingming on the side should have understood what happened. Although it was still shocking, she still maintained her rationality as the Lord of the Moon Palace of Tianji Tower.
"I think what he said makes sense. The reason why Sister Nao doesn't want to return to the underworld is probably because she doesn't want to see the ugly people in her family. So now that she becomes Lord Yama, she has the power and doesn't have to live in the mortal world. Hiding and wandering around.”
Suzuhara Nao's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she seemed to have thought of something: "You little sister is quite smart. In this way, after I become Lord Yama, I can pass on this power to you. In this way, I don't have to be a Lord Yama, how about you, Lord Yama, protecting me again?"
"Absurd!" The pair of flaming eyes suddenly let out an angry roar, "How can the position of Lord of Hell allow you to play such a childish game!"
Nao pushed Qiu Mingming forward and said towards the pair of flames: "I am not a child's play. Take a closer look. This little girl is the eldest lady of Tianji Tower. She is smart, sensible, and literary. Being able to fight is not much better than me?"
The eye of flame did not say anything, and Qiu Mingming felt panic in her heart. She was about to refuse, but Nao saw her thoughts and turned around and said, "If you have this power, you will still be the same." A delicate woman who needs the protection of your husband?"
This short sentence convinced Qiu Mingming sincerely. It seemed that Nao was in her body, and she knew exactly what Qiu Mingming was thinking and feeling.
Qiu Mingming was still worried and uneasy, but nodded slightly and said: "Yes."
