Seeing Wang Fuyao carrying Li Jiutuan on his back and fleeing away in the chaos in the vast rain of gold foil, the immortals stopped and cursed angrily: "Empress Fuyao, what do you mean!"
"Yes! Are you trying to protect these two mortals?"
"I've long heard that Empress Fuyao always said that mortals will take care of themselves. Every mortal is nothing like a heavenly being. Now she is really going to betray the Nine Heavens!"
"You still have to fight Yun Zhongjun's pursuit with us!"
The immortals stopped chasing Wang Fuyao and sacrificed their magic weapons.
The rain of gold foil is still falling from the sky, but no one dares to touch these light and fluttering gold foils, which fall to the ground like autumn leaves.
Since Yun Zhongjun issued this killing order, they have also speculated on who these two mortals are, who can actually anger Yun Zhongjun, but no matter how they inquire, they only know that this woman has quite a reputation in the mortal world, and is known as Ci. Master Yun.
But this man's identity is mysterious, and they don't know his identity. They only know that this man has lived in Yun Zhongjun's Yun Palace for a long time.
Logically speaking, this should be something that can be easily accomplished.
But now, Empress Fuyao has stepped in and wants a piece of the pie.
The immortals were sitting in the clouds, but their hands were already on their magic weapons, ready to go.
"Fuyao, why don't you come out and explain to us?"
"We have to inform Mr. Yun Zhong of your behavior like this."
Not long after, the world remembered Wang Xiaotai's calm voice: "What Yun Zhongjun wants is alive. If I'm not mistaken, what you immortals just did was a killer who left no survivors."
"I accept the entrustment of Yun Zhongjun to capture these two mortals alive. How dare you guys mess up?"
"Since what Yun Zhongjun wants is a living person, I will not allow any accidents to happen to these two mortals. Anyone who dares to let them lose a hair will be against Yun Zhongjun's wishes. Of course, I will not allow such people. To survive between heaven and earth.”
Some immortals raised their brows and angrily shouted: "How dare you!"
The sword is unsheathed, the strings are moving, the flute is rising, the blade is shining, the Pegasus snorts and exhales boiling steam, the arrow is already on the crossbow, and all attacks are aimed in one direction.
Wang Xiaomo’s direction.
Under the scorching sun, Wang Xiaomo was sitting cross-legged next to a dry river. The blazing sunshine was mercilessly steaming the world. The green mountains were still scorched yellow. There was not a drop of water in the dry river. There were bottomless turtles at the bottom of the river. Cracked, as if the earth could no longer bear it and opened its hungry lips, trying to ask for a sip of water from God.
Wang Xiaomai hates drought.
Drought reminds her of a lot of bad things.
Wang Xiaotai looked at the dry land, with sand in the wind, and whispered: "All mortals must die."
The immortals sneered, everyone present now are immortals, where are the mortals?
All mortals must die.
Only mortals will die.
The immortals laughed loudly at Wang Xiaotai's overestimation of his abilities.
Until they were driving and supporting the chariot for them, the angels serving them pulled out their weapons from their wide cuffs and stabbed them hard in the neck.
The sharp blades of these sharp knives are blackened and have been quenched with poison. The immortal envoys around the immortals are holding poisonous blades. They do not seek to kill with one strike. As long as the sharp tips can pierce a little bit of the skin of these immortals, that is enough.
But before the Immortal God's Throne, these hidden assassins could not succeed, and they died one after another in the counterattack of the Immortals.
But some immortals died tragically under the poisonous blade, and some died at the hands of the immortal envoys who had served them for many years.
The immortal died, his robe sleeves fluttering in the wind, and his body fell into the mortal world like a white bird. The poisonous blood flowed out and soaked the dry land like oil.
Thick dark clouds gradually gathered, and the world was saddened by this.
The immortals didn't understand what conditions Wang Xiaotai made to allow these immortal envoys who had followed them for many years to betray them on this day. They also didn't understand why these immortal envoys gave up the glory of following them and instead wanted to betray and assassinate them.
Countless immortals fell like meteors.
Those who are still sitting in the clouds at this moment are all immortals who do not have immortal envoys to serve them and go around alone.
The corpses of the immortals fell to the mortal world, stirring up a cloud of dust. A large amount of blood flowed out from their bodies. Red and black overlapped, which was the color of blood and death. It was gloomy and morbid, filling the surrounding areas.
The moist atmosphere gradually spreads between the sky and the earth, the dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, and the storm is coming.
Click!
Boom!
Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky, bursts of thunder roared, and dark clouds rolled in. It was as if the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth were silently and solemnly watching this scene.
A drop of hot rain fell from the sky, fell into the river in front of Wang Xiaomo and disappeared.
As if impatiently being sucked into the belly of the hungry and thirsty earth, there is no trace. The dry earth still looks like it has not received any rain.
More rain fell from the sky, and the temperature on the earth dropped sharply.
Wang Xiaotai stood up, and the rainwater fell from Wang Xiaotai's face. She had black hair and black eyes, stood upright, and slightly raised her head to look at the chasing gods in the sky.
She did not avoid the wind and rain, nor did she avoid the gods and goddesses.
At this time, a strong wind suddenly hit, causing the shower to intensify, blurring her expression, making it harder to distinguish the joy and sorrow in her eyes, so no one could know what her state of mind was at the moment.
An immortal asked: "Don't you think it's a waste to expose your savings over the years just for these two mortals here and now?"
Wang Xiaotai listened to the sound of rain falling in her ears, her pupils moved slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at the immortal gods stagnant in the air, "Who said I was doing it for these two mortals?"
"I just don't allow anyone to compete with me for Yun Zhongjun's favor."
"Humans can't do it, and God can't do it either."
"You have been immortals for a long time, so naturally you don't know my fear. Shouldn't you make way for a newcomer like me, a young god?"
The heavy rain pours into the world, and there is no other sound between heaven and earth except the sound of rain and wind.
The gods were silent.
Wang Xiaotai walked in the rain, "I will personally bring these two mortals to Yun Zhongjun. Everyone, this world is no longer your world. Please retreat."
After a long time, someone walked up to Wang Xiaotai holding an umbrella and shielded her from the wind and rain.
"They will not forget the shame of today. You are making enemies for yourself."
Xu Mofu was still wearing a green star-patterned Taoist robe, and frowned slightly, "You are destroying yourself."
There was no extra emotion on Wang Xiaotai's plain face, and she was extremely calm, "I know."
"A long time ago, I thought that my enemy was the Dragon Clan, Jin Nanjing, but now the Dragon Clan's vitality has been severely damaged, living in the East China Sea, and will never come back to the world. Jin Nanjing is also dead, but I still can't feel relaxed, until I see It was only when I saw these immortals and gods that I suddenly understood."
"In fact, there is no difference between humans and gods. Whoever has a strong backing and a big fist is justified. The gods cannot defeat the way of heaven, so they surrender to the way of heaven and become the pigs and dogs of the way of heaven. In fact, people become the pigs and dogs of the gods. There is no difference."
"What I want is not just the death of Qiantang, nor the destruction of the East China Sea Dragon Clan. What I want is them, these dragons, these gods. I dare not do such things again, dare not speak nonsense about mortal life and death, and dare not commit the crime of killing lightly. , I dare not ignore the human race that I protect."
"I want them to be who they are."
"The dragon is supposed to roam the sky, making clouds and rain, and the gods are supposed to save lives and heal the wounded, and protect the world."
"I want them to do what they have to do."
Her voice is powerful and her ambitions are moving.
Xu Mofu sighed, "It's easy to know what's going on, but it's hard to go against it."
"Are you going to start a war with all the immortals and gods who are just eating their corpses?"
"Although they are corrupt, when they encounter destruction, they will rise up to resist."
"How do you fight them?"
Xu Mohe didn't say anything. Wang Xiaotai had indeed killed many dragons and had his own reputation in the Nine Heavens, but these were just the beginning.
She killed all the dragons, but she still hadn't found the red Qiantang dragon.
A drop of rain fell into Wang Xiaomo's eyes.
She smiled softly and said, "Let's start with Fuyao."
"I want to find Wang Fuyao and Senior Brother."
"I want to treat them as gifts, wrap them beautifully and give them to Yun Zhongjun."
"I think he will like it."
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