The mountains are blocked and the heart is like an arrow.

It takes several days to return to Kunlun from the East China Sea even at the speed of Tangcheng flapping its wings for thousands of miles. When flying to a plain, the sky ahead suddenly became resentful.

Looking down, Tang Cheng's face turned pale. Killing is no longer a strange thing to Tang Cheng. He has seen mountains of corpses and blood in the Shura Realm, but the scene on the plain below still makes Tang Cheng feel shocking.

It was late autumn, with parasites quarrels and white frost covering the earth, but they could not stop the slowly flowing blood. Tangcheng gathered his wings and landed on this Shura field.

Wild dogs, ravens, and vultures shared the corpse together, and Tang Cheng felt strange. Logically speaking, the soldiers were on the battlefield and each of them was their own masters. Even if they died, only evil spirits would remain. How could they get resentment?

However, after careful examination, Tangcheng suddenly changed his mind. The hundreds of thousands of casualties on the ground were not soldiers, but refugees. Every time when there was a military disaster, the most difficult life was the people in towns and villages. The bandits' past is like combs, and the past is like contempt is definitely not a false saying.

Some of the corpses on the ground were still wrapped on their backs, but they had been cut open by sharp blades. The gold and silver jewelry inside were robbed, and only the dough that was dry and hard were scattered around.

Not far away, several young women were naked and looked at the sky silently. The abuse they suffered was outrageous. Next to her was a baby under one year old, and the bloody wounds oozed out of the cotton package without a trace of anger.

Looking into the distance, there are countless similar scenes.

Tang Cheng suddenly clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned pale. Tang Cheng practiced Taoism more and more shallowly distinguish himself from ordinary people. Seeing such a tragic situation at this moment, he couldn't help but feel angry.

At this time, a light purple mist slowly floated over. Wherever the mist passed, all the corpses shrank and dried in the blink of an eye, and automatically turned into ashes.

In Tang Cheng's eyes, the souls that had not yet been lost at the slaughter scene were also devoured by the purple mist. Every time a part of the corpse was devoured, the color of the mist would be slightly stronger.

[What kind of monk is this to practice the exercises with flesh and blood.]

Tang Cheng was extremely familiar with this scene. When the heavenly soldiers slaughtered the gods and practiced, the scene was very similar. Is it a monster? A demon? Didn’t they see themselves falling from the sky?

Tang Cheng strode forward, and under the control of the sword domain, the purple mist automatically separated to the sides as if welcoming an emperor. After the mist separated, it was not as if Tang Cheng had imagined that an evil monk sat upright and practiced his skills.

Behind the purple mist, there are only six wooden stakes. In the center of the stake, a magic weapon is loaded and floating. The magic weapon is a trumpet-shaped, with strange and inexplicable patterns engraved on the surface.

"Um!"

Tang Cheng frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed. His original intention was to find out whether there were monks behind the massacre, but such a magic weapon could not provide too many clues.

The sword light flashed, and a wooden stake broke in response to the sound. The magic weapon hit the ground with a bang, and the rich purple mist was swallowed up in an instant like a long whale sucking water.

"Huh!"

Tang Cheng was very surprised. He was also a cultivator who refined weapons, and his vision was so powerful. With just one glance, Tang Cheng could see that the trumpet-shaped magic weapon was just a medium-grade magic weapon. However, after a blink of an eye, he was promoted to a top-grade magic weapon.

As soon as he raised his hand, the horn jumped up with a bang and landed in Tang Cheng's palm. Tang Cheng was about to study it carefully but suddenly heard a sudden shout: "Put down that magic weapon!"

Before he finished speaking, a sword light shot in. Judging from its coming, it was erratic and weird, making people unable to grasp the landing point of the sword light. Just based on this point, you can know that this monk is not an easy person.

However, this would never be stumping Tang Cheng. With his fingers clipped, his careless look was very intriguing. But the sword light seemed to be delivered to the door, and was caught by Tang Cheng's food and two fingers.

The sword light dissipated, and its original body was a flying sword that was seven inches long. The willow leaves were wide and narrow, with billions of light blooming on the surface. The seven-color light flowed unsteadily, as if it was a rainbow extracted from the nine heavens.

Tang Cheng's face was extremely ugly. This person used a flying sword, and the quality of the flying sword was excellent, and it was not common even in Kunwu Jianzhai.

[Is this person actually a traitor from Jianzhai?]

When he was firing the sword, the man was dozens of miles away. This sword was just to force him to retreat to Tangcheng. There was no intention of murderousness. However, Tangcheng's strength was far beyond his expectations.

In an instant, the two conveniences had already met.

Tang Cheng put his left hand behind him, holding the trembling flying sword in his right hand, smiled coldly, and asked, "Who is coming?" The two people on the opposite side were tall and short, with a huge difference in appearance. The tall man was wearing a blue robe and looked very rough. At this moment, his face was extremely ugly, staring at Tang Cheng's palm, his heart full of incredibleness. The short man was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered with a layer of black mist. His real appearance was completely indescribable.

The tall man did not protect his own home, but instead said, "Friend! What does it have to do with you when we refine our own magic weapons? You can do it yourself, don't meddle in other people's business."

Before Tang Cheng could speak, the short man next to him suddenly screamed: "Nangong Lan, you don't want to admit your name. Do you feel embarrassed to walk with us?"

Nangong Lan said angrily: "I just promised to do three things for you, don't go too far!"

The short man shouted: "This man covets the holy weapon of this sect. If you don't kill him quickly, otherwise you will never want to see your friends in this life!"

The short man's voice was extremely harsh. Tang Cheng showed a disgusting expression, flashed his body, and slapped him far away, then said: "It's finally quiet!"

Tang Cheng looked at Nangong Lan up and down and said, "You continue to say that I want to hear the truth. What's going on with this magic weapon? What's going on with this person? What's going on with you?"

Nangong Lan opened her mouth and didn't know how to talk about it for a while. After a while, he said dejectedly: "It's useless for you to interrogate me. I was a casual cultivator in the South China Sea. Not long ago, a friend of mine was caught by these people. I promised to help them with three things, and then they would let us walk!"

"The first thing I did was to go to various battlefields and refine this evil magic weapon. But these corpses on the ground were not killed by me! I don't know the root of all this, nor dare to know."

Tang Cheng grabbed with one hand, and the man in black who was pulled away by him came and landed at Tang Cheng's feet. After two heavy slaps, the man woke up leisurely.

Tang Cheng had no experience in how to interrogate the prisoner. He was in a very bad mood and lazy at this moment, and said directly: "If you tell the truth, I will use this flying sword to send you on the road!" As he said that, Tang Cheng raised the colorful flying sword in his hand, and then said: "If you want to be a hero and never speak, that's great! You can destroy your soul under the Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder!"

With the sound of Tang Cheng, a Gantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword as red as jade slowly took shape. The lightning of the sword flowed, and as soon as it was generated, it brought great pressure to the two of them.

The man in black looked at the red sword light that was close at hand in awe, and felt dry and unable to speak. When Tang Cheng saw him lying on the ground like a dead person, he smiled and said, "Very good. I like the mighty heroes who are the most powerful, you can set off now!"

"No!" This man shook his hands, as if he was crazy. Before he finished speaking, the sword edge of the Gantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword had already slashed to his eyebrows. Under the remaining power, this man's eyebrows and hair had been swept away.

This person is also a cultivator in the Yuandan stage. He was quite proud and was very resentful of being assigned to control Nangong Lan. However, in Tang Cheng's hands, he was so fragile that he was like a baby, and he couldn't even fight back.

This person had also seen the Yuanshen cultivator overcome the tribulation and was not unfamiliar with the power of tribulation thunder. He noticed the power like heavenly tribulation contained in the Gantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword, and immediately destroyed his psychological defense line.

"I said, I'll tell you everything, don't kill me!" This man even omitted the bargaining process, and told everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

(I finally rushed out, Huhu, there are too many things to do during the New Year!)
Chapter completed!