He only felt that his soul was trembling uncontrollably,
These men in black were holding a flag in their hands. The flag was only as big as a royal flag.
However, bursts of black mist emerged from the flags, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped him.
He hurriedly moved the long sword in his hand, sparking a dazzling light.
Although the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism can restrain these sinister black fogs.
But after all, his cultivation was limited, and soon that awe-inspiring righteousness was shrouded in layers of black mist.
The black mist seemed to come out of the Nine Netherworld Prison, making his heart tremble constantly.
But the prefect's wife behind her could no longer support herself and was teetering on the verge of collapse.
"hiss……",
A number of ferocious skulls flashed out from each flag.
Those skulls were spitting black mist from their mouths and rushing towards the prefect.
The sword flashed,
The long sword in the prefect's hand struck a skull hard,
Haoran's righteousness hit the skull hard.
"Hey...",
The skull made a sharp scream,
The skulls all around were getting denser and denser, and the entire bedroom was filled with endless black mist.
Each skull gathered a sinister aura and rushed towards the prefect.
The men in black kept chanting the chants, and the sinister aura emanating from the flags became more and more intense.
at this time,
The prefect and his wife were already surrounded by the roaring skulls.
The terrifying Yin Qi and black mist submerged their figures.
The prefect felt a heavy feeling in his brain.
His consciousness began to become blurry, and the prefect's wife behind him had already fallen into a coma.
The prefect was even more anxious, but he was not good at fighting these evil spirits.
The awe-inspiring righteousness in his body was also swallowed up by the endless black mist.
At this critical moment,
A long roar came from far away,
A majestic and righteous energy rolled in, rushing towards the bedroom like a huge wave.
"How dare you be so evil?"
There was a loud shout from outside the bedroom,
Then a figure broke through the window and entered with the extremely domineering Haoran Zhengqi.
The person who came was a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes wearing a Confucian robe.
His palms stirred up majestic righteousness, and he swung away at the black-clothed men.
The men in black were urging the mantras, trying to use the black mist emitted from the flags in their hands to swallow up the prefect and his wife.
They were caught off guard,
Haoran's strong righteousness hit the chests of those men in black hard.
They were directly shot away, and the phantom skulls in the flags in their hands let out bursts of unwilling roars.
Another young man in Confucian robes jumped out of the window, and a golden light shot out.
The sword in the hand of the young man in Confucian robes stirred up layers of sword light and swept towards the men in black.
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"Bang, bang, bang",
Several men in black were struck by the overbearing sword light.
Sweeping them away one after another, several men in black showed horror in their eyes.
"Disciples of the Bookstore, you are lucky."
The eyes of the men in black who were swept away could not hide the look of horror.
They folded the flags in their hands and left one after another.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Unconcealable anger appeared on the face of the young man in Confucian robes with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a great righteousness surged around him.
"A gentleman has no tools",
I saw him shout loudly,
then,
The roaring aura of righteousness rolled up a giant wave and swept towards the men in black.
And the figures of those men in black were about to rise,
But they were horrified to find that their bodies seemed to be imprisoned by some mysterious force, and they could not move even a little bit.
"A gentleman is like the wind",
The sword in the hand of the young man in Confucian robes with thick eyebrows and big eyes kept spitting out wildly, and his figure turned into several afterimages like the wind.
The sword light turned,
The men in black felt a feeling like a breeze blowing around their necks.
The next moment, there was a tearing pain in their throats.
The men in black fell silently, but the flags in their hands turned into several rays of light and shot towards the sky.
The young man in Confucian robes with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes focused his gaze.
He swooped towards the streams of light with his big hand, and the flags moved very quickly.
The young man in Confucian robes with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes only took down a flag, and the flag fell from the sky with a dull sound.
The young man in Confucian robes with thick eyebrows and big eyes turned around and saw that he grabbed the flag with his left hand.
A cold breath emanated from the flag, and the flag spit out billowing black mist.
The young man in Confucian robes looked solemn, and a golden light burst out from his left hand.
The extremely domineering Haoran righteousness purified all the black mist on the flag, and finally there was no movement in the flag.
"The evil spirit of the Demon Temple, I never expected that they would actually make such an evil magic weapon",
The young man in Confucian robes with thick eyebrows and big eyes handed the flag in his hand to his companion.
"Junior Ziyu, junior Ziming, thank you."
The Lord Magistrate sat slumped beside his wife and said gratefully to the two young men in Confucian robes.
"It seems that the Heavenly Demon Temple wants to turn Liangzhou into a hell on earth. We can't leave just yet."
Ziyu put his hand on the pulse of the magistrate's wife's right hand and said to the magistrate.
"This flag devours people's souls, and the person whose soul is swallowed will become a walking corpse."
Ziming checked the men in black, turned to his companions and said.
"It seems that Liangzhou City is not peaceful either."
After Ziyu took the pulse of the prefect's wife, he instilled several strands of Haoran's true energy into the prefect's wife's body.
"Senior, Madam-in-law just fainted and will be fine after a few days of rest."
Ziyu comforted the magistrate,
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"My lord, my lord, are you okay?"
After hearing the commotion, the officials walked into the mansion one after another holding torches?, they shouted loudly.
"I'm fine, you can go on patrol."
The prefect walked out of the bedroom and spoke calmly to the officials.
Seeing that the magistrate was fine, these officials left on their own.
But the few men in black who were killed were also taken away by them.
"Senior brother, that guy has also come to Liangzhou",
Ziming looked at a certain place in the sky above Liangzhou, where there were waves of aura, and a huge aura rippled out.
"Demon Temple, what on earth are you going to do?"
Ziyu's eyes flickered, and he looked coldly at a certain place above Liangzhou City.
Ding Xiaoyi also felt a wave of energy rippling out somewhere above Liangzhou City, and the country.
He looked at the sky above Liangzhou where there was a huge wave of energy.
"Did a fight start?"
Ding Xiaoyi murmured,
It must have been a fierce battle between the ghost uncle and the mysterious master in black clothes in the sky, otherwise it would not have caused such a big aura fluctuation.
"Ding Xiaoyi, I feel an unknown aura coming to the southeast of the city."
The princess of the Demon Country's face hardened, and she said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"It seems that the person's appearance was to attract the major repairmen of Liangzhou City, and their minions like to fish in troubled waters." Ding Xiaoyi immediately analyzed.
"Come on, let's go fight."
The little girl held in Ding Xiaoyi's arms was afraid that the world would be in chaos, so she kept urging Ding Xiaoyi.
"What are you in a hurry for?"
Ding Xiaoyi smiled at the little girl and said that he thought this matter was not simple.
Because he had already felt several very unusual auras.
"Let's go to the east of the city",
Finally, Ding Xiaoyi decided, and he carried Ding Xiaoyao towards the east of the city.
The princess of the Demon Country was also full of doubts, but she did not ask.
A strong smell of blood filled the air from an ordinary courtyard.
The sword light in Ding Xiaoyi's hand rose, and he swept into the courtyard like the wind.
But in this courtyard, there were several men in black holding long knives tightly in their hands.
They held a flag in their left hands, and a sinister aura emanated from the flag.
"Jie Jie, here are three more people who want to die."
A man in black saw Ding Xiaoyi and others rushing into the courtyard, and he made a sinister voice.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed and he saw several figures falling down in the courtyard.
They were all ordinary people in Liangzhou City, including men and women, old and young.
There was fear in their eyes, and they seemed to have not yet completely breathed their last.
However, they made "wuwu" sounds from their mouths, and their whole bodies were trembling.
Ding Xiaoyi saw clearly the flags in the hands of the men in black, and he became angry.
Anger like a volcanic eruption rushed into his chest. He had never been so angry.
He knows this flag, and he also knows that this flag is one of the most evil and vicious magical weapons in the world.