In the messy Huiyan Forest, countless monks who had slept on the ground all night were awakened by the shrill and shrill cries of a woman in mourning.
On the top of the half-baked pavilion of Mi's mansion that luckily did not collapse, Mi Xi stood on the roof with disheveled hair. The broken roof under her feet was still dripping with bricks and rubbish. She stretched her throat and used a long voice like mourning, as if
Dujuan screamed like blood: "Thousand-sword killer...what kind of hatred or grudge...On the territory of Jianmen, someone is looting good people!"
"Auntie, my money...the big guy's money...the money to go back to Yanlin..."
"There are so many materials and goods in that warehouse... My aunt has collected the deposit, signed the legal deed, and the goods will be delivered soon!"
"The whole family is ruined...the family is ruined!"
Mi Xi waved her long sleeves and screamed: "Auntie, I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore!"
"A killer with a thousand swords!"
Mi Xi's soul has been dyed pale gold by the Buddha's light.
As Lu Qian's cultivation soared day by day, as the Taoist conduct of his Taoist soldiers continued to grow, and as the number of Taoist soldiers continued to increase, the power of the Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain to transform became extremely terrifying.
A powerful person like Mi Xi, who was at the peak of the Condensing Dao Realm, was completely transformed by Lu Qian in just two or three hours, and became a loyal subordinate who obeyed Lu Qian's orders and was driven at will.
Unlike those Tao soldiers whose intelligence has been completely washed away, this transformation is subtle. Mi Xi retains all of her nature, personality, temperament, habits, all of her experiences and memories, and all of her words and deeds.
Nothing would change. The only thing that changed was her unforgettable and unforgettable loyalty to Lu Qian, which could not be washed away even by generations of reincarnations.
Such magical powers are extremely terrifying and can even be called 'evil means'.
But the Buddhism of the Supreme Holy Heaven is like this. It is overbearing and unreasonable. This is the true face of the Buddhism of the Supreme Holy Heaven!
On the street and in the courtyard, groups of monks and merchants were walking back and forth to the Wild Goose Forest. They shook their heads, stood up in a daze, and stared at the messy Huiyan Forest in all directions.
Basically, not a single intact building has been preserved. The half-sized attic where Mi Xi is standing on the roof and cursing the street is now considered a landmark building in Huiyanlin.
At a glance, all the pavilions and houses have been razed. The ground is densely covered with deep and shallow, long and short sword marks. Countless sword marks are crisscrossed. Looking down from a high altitude, you can probably see the sword marks.
The direction and trajectory of back-and-forth erosion.
A master of casual cultivators rose into the air, looked down at the earth, and saw the densely intertwined sword marks. He was stunned and muttered in a low voice: "It seems to be the path of the Great Nine Palaces Sword Formation... However, these sword marks are a little bit...
...The number of sword cultivators in this formation is no less than, no less than..."
The casual cultivators were speechless. They looked at Mi Xi who was jumping and cursing, then turned around and left without saying a word.
The number of sword cultivators in this formation is too terrifying. The sword marks on the ground are deep and shallow, long and short. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of sword marks of different colors. There are at least 100,000 sword cultivators setting up the sword array.
Moreover, there is still an extremely powerful aura in the air.
Those are... the remaining auras of extremely high-grade innate spirit treasures... one in the sky and one in the ground. Apparently someone used the spirit treasures to seal off the entire Huiyan Forest last night.
With such a big means, it is obvious that this is a huge event, an extremely terrifying whirlpool that will kill people. Smart people should leave quickly, otherwise, God knows what will happen next.
But it was too late.
One after another, extremely bright, extremely bright, and extremely bright sword lights with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, like countless meteors leaping from the west, and the sword lights left bright reflections in the vast blue waves of the sword washing pool.
It alarmed countless big fish and old turtles and pushed the waves one after another.
Before the casual cultivators had even traveled a few hundred miles, there were already circles of sword light coming from all directions.
Cold shouts resounded all around, and countless Jianmen disciples were like shepherd dogs driving sheep, driving these casual cultivators back to Yanlin and ordering them to cooperate with the subsequent investigation.
Some people resisted a little and found excuses to leave. These Sword Sect disciples struck down the people with their swords regardless of whether they were in front of them, beat them half to death, then dragged them back and threw them on the street.
Wutongsou stood expressionlessly at the original center of Huiyan Forest.
This place was originally a huge crossroads. To the east is the largest trading place in Huiyanlin, to the west is the largest restaurant in Huiyanlin, to the north is the largest brothel in Huiyanlin, and to the south is the largest gambling house in Huiyanlin.
Drinking, sex, wealth, eating, drinking and having fun are all concentrated together.
But now, the trading venues, restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses have all been reduced to ashes, leaving countless waiters, waiters, shopkeepers, teapots, maids, maids, and a group of brothel girls who were usually flamboyant but now unkempt.
The girls were all lying in the ruins, crying and screaming.
There were many injured, but very few died.
But Mi Xi, who was dancing and dancing, quickly rushed over surrounded by a group of tribesmen.
She flew directly in front of Mr. Wutong, and almost fell into his arms. She grabbed the clothes on Mr. Wutong's chest with both hands, and screamed: "Senior Wutong, you took it.
The benefits of our return to Yanlin... When we go back to Yanlin, we are doing business in a serious way... Our business is a legal business with the Sword City Talisman Order!"
"We are kind-hearted people who contribute to Jiancheng, pay taxes to Jiancheng, and work hard for the masters of Jiancheng... But look, look, we... the head of the twenty-third family in Yanlin,
Elder, I am the only one who survived!"
"Other clan members suffered heavy casualties, at least half of each family died!"
"It doesn't matter if you are dead, you can still live after death, just have more wives... But, the one who killed a thousand swords swept away all the money and goods from each of our families... He even hung them on the wall
I haven’t even let go of the ancient paintings!”
"Without money, how do you ask our children from every household to marry, have children, and recover their strength?"
"Senior Wutong, you have taken advantage of us, you have to make the decision for us...otherwise, my aunt, I will sacrifice my dignity and make you look bad!"
Wutong Old Man wished he could kill Mi Xi with one sword.
Yes, he accepted the benefits from Mi Xi... Over the years, among the Jianmen elders who have been guarding Jiancheng in turns, who has not accepted the benefits from Mi Xi and the others?
Every time they came to Jiancheng to take office, Mi Xi would bring a letter handwritten by a certain senior elder in Jianmen, and visit them with a lot of treasures.
With the endorsement of the Supreme Elder, who wouldn't accept the things Mi Xi brings to your doorstep?
However, receiving benefits is one thing. If you shout about it in broad daylight, this is wrong, isn't it?
Especially, there is a master who cannot be offended in Sword City today!
A close disciple of Mr. Wutong frowned and walked over quickly: "Master, there are several extremely strange auras left here... Well, one of them is clearly the aura of the Fallen God Whip of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect."
Wutongsou's brows suddenly raised: "Wanhuamen? Wanhuamen, isn't the entire mountain sect and all the disciples missing? Along with them, there are countless other sects and households who were invited by them.
, elite disciples from various families!”
The disciple coughed lightly and said, "So, the Mi tribe is also lucky... Although they killed and injured some people, the entire Huiyan Forest was preserved intact, which is also a lucky thing."
Wanhuamen, but even the mountain gate building has been hollowed out, and even the chickens, ducks and pets they raised have completely disappeared, not a hair is left.
In contrast, although the twenty-three clans in Huiyanlin suffered heavy casualties, there were still a large number of clan members left... This was lucky.
Mi Xi grabbed the disciple with one claw and said, "Who are you calling 'old'? Who is 'old'? Ah? Can you speak?"
The disciple took two steps back, swaying slightly to avoid Mi Xi's scratching. Coldness rose in his eyes, and he glanced at Wutong Old Man, meaning to ask his master, could he give this crazy woman a sword?
The old man Wutong shook his head slightly and pointed at Mi Xi. A cold sword intent enveloped Mi Xi, making her unable to move anymore. The old man Wutong said coldly: "Mi... clan elder!"
Wutongsou deliberately emphasized the word 'old'.
"I sympathize with Hui Yanlin's misfortune... However, I would like to ask the Mi clan elder to cooperate with the investigation. Hey, these days, I have seen a lot of scenes of thieves shouting and catching thieves. Although the Mi clan elder has killed and injured so many clan members,
But it can’t wash away the suspicion.”
Mi Xi looked at Old Man Wutong in shock: "Auntie, I am a thief and shout to catch a thief? Why should I? My head is broken?"
Wutongsou looked at her with a serious look: "Who knows? Maybe?"
On the sword-washing pool, a painted boat, driven by magic power, broke through the vast expanse of blue waves and came at high speed. Bai Yuan and Yinyuan were standing on the bow of the boat, looking this way with their feet up.
From far away, Bai Yu's voice came over: "Senior Wutong, I heard that there is a thief here? Hey, in my Jianmen territory, is there anyone who dares to commit a crime? Especially since I'm still here...
...You are so brave, you are really brave, I will give you three days to catch the thief!"
Wutongsou's brain was buzzing with pain!
Huiyanlin was destroyed and razed right under his eyes. This matter was already very difficult. As a result, Bai Yuan, the young master, happily came to cause trouble. Wutongsou rolled his eyes and said:
Time actually gave me the urge to cause trouble and kill all the survivors in Hui Yanlin with one sword!
Since they are all dead, there is no need to investigate, right?
Gritting his teeth, Wutongsou forced a smile and led a group of close disciples to greet him.
"Young Master, why are these trivial matters worthy of your visit?"
The white turtle blinked his eyes, stared straight at the Wutong old man who was facing the bow of the ship, and said slowly: "But, how did I hear that the breath of the Wanhuamen Fallen God's Whip was found here?"
Wutong's heart twitched, and he turned around suddenly and took a deep look at the group of close disciples following him one by one.