It's sunny today, no snow in the north.
The ancient village is as quiet and peaceful as usual.
only,
There are no usual vendors hawking or bargaining, women chatting and gossiping by the river, and the sound of babbling reading in the school.
They were all lying at the entrance of the village, not a single complete body.
Thick blood flowed far away along the cracks in the rammed stone road, dyeing the entire square red.
The sun shines down, sprinkles on the pool of blood, and then reflects out.
It shot into ancient wells and ancient trees, into mottled walls, and into Yi Ning’s eyes.
His eyes seemed to be dyed blood red by this red light.
In the villages, there is still smoke floating in the air, and the smoke is lingering, urging the master to go home for dinner.
The sound of birds chirping and dogs barking made Yi Ning feel even more irritable.
Traditional Chinese medicine says that when you are upset and have qi blockage, you should soothe the liver and clear the mind, nourish yin and reduce fire. In fact, he has a more effective method.
That’s venting!
Now that there is only one pool of merit in the pool, he has no confidence that he can defeat the three opponents.
but,
If you don't do anything, Yi Ning can't do it.
Some things transcend life and death.
Some things don't need to be thought about twice.
So, he spoke: "Who did it?"
No one answered.
Bian Xueqing was confident. The other two didn't look very powerful. One was He Bo, and the other needed to be moved by He Bo... a mortal?
If the master hadn't been present, he wouldn't have been able to steal the words, otherwise he would have raised his sword and chopped down the person who spoke arrogantly.
Different from Bian Xueqing,
At this time, the City God frowned and scanned it several times with his consciousness, but the person speaking opposite was like air, unable to be spied on or locked on!
This is so strange, the spiritual consciousness can detect even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, why can't it detect the man in white robes.
I don’t understand, it’s beyond common sense.
This City God has lived for a thousand years, and the Millennium Bastard is always cautious, so he chooses to remain silent.
The same is true for the middle-aged sword cultivator. He tried to lock the opponent with his sword, but failed.
"Mute?" Yi Ning asked again.
At this moment, He Bo next to him burst into a loud wail: "Lou Weng! Did you kill Lou Weng?"
After speaking, he pointed at the city god wearing golden armor across from him and cursed angrily: "As the city god of a government, you actually kill innocent people indiscriminately!"
At this time, He Bo no longer cared about his career prospects or his own future.
He actually knelt directly at Yi Ning's feet, buried his head in the soil, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior, please make the decision."
"Okay." Yi Ning replied.
senior?
Bian Xueqing was confused by this title, but it was bad news for the already suspicious City God and the middle-aged sword cultivator.
Excluding the possibility of acting, this white-haired man is at least a middle-level fifth-level monk, and it is very likely that he is at a higher level than them.
Sea Viewing Realm or Longmen Realm? It can't be the Golden Elixir Nascent Soul.
Cheng Huang, who originally wanted to sell his favor to the sword cultivator, immediately rebelled without hesitation.
"I am the City God, how could I be corrupt and pervert the law? The death of the people in this village and the land is all the fault of that sword cultivator. I am too late!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Ning looked at the middle-aged sword cultivator.
The sword cultivator glanced at the city god first, and then raised his hand to Yi Ning: "Zhengjianshan Zhanglu has met fellow Taoist."
"I'm not your Taoist friend. Did you kill this person?"
"My master is Jindan Sword Master Chenlong."
"Oh, so you killed the person?"
"..."
It's no use moving Master out?
Although the middle-aged swordsman doesn't think he will die, can't he still win if he can't win?
But the other party's aggressiveness made him more and more irritable, and he was thinking about how to resolve the matter.
Then his good apprentice spoke.
Bian Xueqing imitated his master, his expression was as cold as a sword in its scabbard: "We sword cultivators, why bother talking nonsense? We are the ones who kill people, how about that?"
After saying that, he looked at his master and said that he had learned how to be upright and bold as a swordsman.
Then,
He was slapped by a middle-aged swordsman and was thrown a thousand meters away, and he was thrown into a mountain. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Jian Xiu's face was as cold as frost. He was locked by a qi machine, and the other party had no intention of doing anything good.
But soon, the sword cultivator raised the corner of his mouth again, because he discovered that the qi machine locked on him was not strong, on the contrary, it was very weak, very weak.
"Huh, pretending to be a ghost."
The middle-aged swordsman twitched the corner of his mouth. He slowly pulled out the long sword from the sheath, and his momentum changed accordingly.
Yi Ning still looked calm and said to the air: "I am doing justice for heaven, will you help me?"
"Acting on behalf of Heaven? We monks go against Heaven and change our fate, but you still act on behalf of Heaven? It's funny."
The sword cultivator taunted, not bothering to talk nonsense anymore, he picked up the long sword and slashed out with all his strength.
The sword energy appears like a crescent moon!
This sword energy is countless times more powerful than the one that harvested people's lives.
Wrapped in wind and snow, it carved a ravine in the ground and brought up countless gravel, but it arrived in front of Yi Ning in the blink of an eye.
Through the dust, the sword cultivator could already picture the opponent's body being split into two.
On Yi Ning's side, a familiar energy spread within his body and connected to the small world.
This breath is omniscient, omnipotent, ethereal and vast.
This is the feeling I had that day when I summoned the path of reincarnation, and now it’s coming again!
so,
In Yi Ning's field of vision, the sword energy that was rushing towards him became extremely slow.
All the weaknesses of the sword energy appeared in his eyes, and no matter how he dealt with them, it was a blessing to his soul.
In the small world, the silent pool of water began to boil, and was swayed by Qi. In the blink of an eye, it materialized on Yi Ning's right hand.
There was a colorful divine light spreading in his right hand, and then Yi Ning just waved it casually.
The terrifying sword energy that was piercing the sky and the earth was slapped away by him with his backhand, flew into the sky, and gradually dissipated.
The appearance of this scene plunged the scene into silence.
He Bo was kneeling on the ground. He buried his head and couldn't see his expression, but his hands were clenched into fists, and his body was shaking uncontrollably with excitement.
The City God stood there like a piece of wood, his scalp numb. What kind of strength is this? Nascent Soul? Could it be... an old monster from the upper five realms?
The middle-aged sword cultivator indeed had a much better character. After being stunned, he reacted instantly and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood on the long sword, and the aura of the long sword exploded.
The sword cultivator didn't hesitate, jumped on the sword, held the spell in his hand, and started running away.
But will Yi Ning let him run away? of course not!
Killing is also saving.
Yi Ning glanced at the remaining divine light on his arm and said in the direction of the Earth Temple.
"Lou Weng, please keep an eye on it."
After saying that, he took the most basic Taoist formula - the Concrete Technique.
As Yi Ning moved, the colorful divine light on his arm dissipated little by little. At the same time, the ground began to shake violently, and a huge thing rose up from the mountain and felled the tree!
The middle-aged sword cultivator flew his sword very fast. He turned back to look at Yi Ning who was still in the field. He was overjoyed, and then he felt the sky darken.
The sword cultivator was shocked when he saw a giant hand made of soil rising from the ground and grabbing at him.
This giant hand is so big that even one finger can cover the sky and the sun. It was it just now, blocking the sun!
But the sword cultivator is now in the palm of the giant hand, how can he run away?
"not good!"
The middle-aged sword cultivator spurted out blood essence again, and even began to squeeze the potential of his own internal organs, trying to fly out his giant hand.
However,
The giant hands suddenly closed together, like a sky cage merging, wrapping the sword cultivator in his palm, and a squeezing feeling followed!
The caveman realm's physical body did not gain even half a second to resist. The sword cultivator was crushed to death by the giant hands turned into soil without even uttering a last word.
Like squeezing a fly to death.
