In total, there was no time for a cup of tea, and the two ancestors of the Zhao family and the head of the Zhao family were killed instantly.
Everyone in the Zhao family was trembling.
The ancestor in the combined stage couldn't even withstand a move in the hands of this young man. What kind of cultivation level did he have!
The evening breeze blew by, and the people kneeling on the ground felt the coolness spreading down their legs to their limbs.
At this moment, they finally realized that the Zhao family might really be destroyed.
Song Yizhi weighed the crystal bottle in his hand and looked at the others.
Before Song Yizhi could say anything, an explosion sounded.
"boom--"
Mushroom clouds like fireworks exploded slowly into the sky mixed with firelight, and sparks briefly illuminated the night sky.
Song Yizhi felt the ground beneath her feet shake several times, and she looked up suddenly.
Did Chu He and the others succeed?
Song Yizhi couldn't help but smile.
At the same time, Song Yiheng and Huaizhu, who had just arrived at the city gate, were startled by the huge roar before they even stepped into the city gate.
They looked at each other, then jumped on tiptoes and flew towards the place where the explosion occurred.
"It seems we succeeded." Song Yizhi turned to look at Rong Yueyuan, "Fifth Elder, Fifth Elder, I want to go over there and see what's going on there."
"Where is this place?" Rong Yueyuan asked.
Song Yizhi said, "Here we come."
Before she could finish her words, the lord of Peony City walked in with many guards.
Song Yizhi spoke to the city lord of Peony City, "Except for Zhao Chang and Zhao Sheng, I want to take them away. The rest will be left to the city lord to deal with."
The mayor of Peony City saluted Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan and said, "Thank you both."
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and trapped Zhao Chang and Zhao Sheng with the spirit rope, then dragged them with Song Yizhi and teleported to the vicinity of Yingchun Tower.
Song Yizhi relieved his dizziness, and then found himself standing on the roof.
When she looked at the situation at Qingyingchun Building, she was instantly disgusted and had goosebumps all over her body.
There were corpses covered with black hair everywhere.
It may be that the people in Chuhe used a few more thunderbolts. Not only the Yingchun Tower was razed to the ground, but many buildings near the Yingchun Tower were also reduced to rubble.
A steady stream of corpses crawled out of the ruins of Yingchun Tower. The guards of the City Lord's Mansion and Beixianyue rushed to the front to intercept and kill the unrecognizable corpses to avoid harming the ordinary people in the city.
After hearing the news, many monks came and looked at those things that were covered with black hair and changed beyond recognition. They suppressed their nausea and fought with these ghosts.
Because these monks spontaneously came to help, none of the corpses that turned into demons could escape, and they were all intercepted and killed.
Looking at the teammates below who were fighting with the corpses transformed into zombies, Song Yizhi wondered whether he should go down and help.
But she is useless. It seems inappropriate to help her. If she does not help, she will be easily beaten.
No matter what, go down and see the situation and adapt accordingly.
"Fifth Elder, let me go and take a look." After saying that, Song Yizhi took out his white tassel gun and jumped down.
She was as light as a butterfly, and she rushed to Bei Xianyue and the others within a few steps after falling lightly.
Song Yizhi grabbed it and stabbed it past, helping Wei Ling relieve some of the pressure.
Wei Ling exhaled a breath of turbid air, swung his sword to kill people and asked, "How is the situation over there?"
"The city lord has passed, how is the situation here?" Song Yizhi almost shot one at a time, which made Wei Ling feel envious.
Is this the benefit of having a powerful mother? Look at this gun, who wouldn’t envy its lethality?
"Chu He and the others blew up the Yingchun Tower, and then blew these ghosts out." Wei Ling cursed and said while killing these unrecognizable corpses, "Damn it, why are they so smelly and ugly at the same time!"
"It's okay." Song Yizhi waved the white tassel gun.
Song Yiheng rushed over and looked at Song Yizhi, who was rushing to the front to kill the enemy, with worried but proud eyes.
He raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and then slashed it with the sword, and countless unrecognizable corpses were annihilated under the sword.
The next second, Song Yiheng dodged and rushed into the middle. He swung his long sword and fell instantly.
He helped Bei Xianyue and others attract a lot of corpses. Bei Xianyue and others breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down and continued to fight with their swords.
Huai Zhu came to Song Yizhi and raised his hand to offer the magic weapon. He said gently, "Zhi Zhi, you guys, stand back."
Song Yizhi responded, pulling Wei Ling beside him and taking a few steps back.
Huai Zhu raised his hand and pinched it, and the red spiritual power condensed into a fire dragon and swept away.
Wherever the fire dragon went, there was a burning smell.
"F*ck!" Wei Ling couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He was stunned when he saw the gentle and gentle Huai Zhu making such a strong move.
"Sister Huai Zhu, she is actually a fire spirit root?" Wei Ling's voice was higher, unable to hide his surprise.
I thought that someone as gentle and elegant as Senior Sister Huaizhu would have water spirit roots, but I didn’t expect that she would have fire dragon roots!
"That's right." Song Yizhi raised his hand and patted Wei Ling's shoulder, Baiying's gun resting on the ground, "Have you found Qian Duo?"
Wei Ling curled his lips and said nonchalantly, "Found her. It was Chu He who rescued her."
Song Yizhi looked around and didn't see Chu He or Shen Zheng.
"Where are Chu He and Shen Zheng? Why didn't you see them two?" Song Yizhi suddenly felt an uneasy premonition in his heart.
"It's dangerous here. She's just waiting to die as a mortal here. Chu He and Shen Zheng will send her back." Wei Ling said, his words full of disgust for Qian Duo.
"I'll go over and take a look." Song Yizhi said.
Wei Ling took a look at the situation here. With Song Yiheng and Huaizhu joining them, there was almost nothing to worry about.
"I'll go with you." Wei Ling said.
Song Yizhi nodded and called Rong Yueyuan on the roof to leave together.
Most of the monks in the city are at the Yingchun Tower, while the ordinary people are staying behind closed doors.
As Song Yizhi walked along, the silence was eerie.
Wei Ling reached out and grabbed Song Yizhi's arm, and said in a solemn tone, "Song Yizhi, I don't know why, but I always feel something is wrong."
Song Yizhi responded, and she led Wei Ling to quicken her pace.
When they arrived at Qian Liu's residence, Song Yizhi found the door ajar and there were some blood stains on the door.
Wei Ling's heart sank.
"Squeak--" Song Yizhi reached out and pushed open the door.
The wooden door was pushed open, and Song Yizhi's pupils shrank.
In the yard, Chu He and Shen Zheng were hung in mid-air, and dripping blood fell down to form a puddle. Not far away, Qian Duo fell unconscious on the ground.
"Qian Liushi" admired the scene of blood dripping with a smile.
Wei Ling subconsciously rushed to save Chu He and Shen Zheng.
Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to stop Wei Ling.
Neither Chu He nor Shen Zheng are opponents, and Wei Ling will die if he goes up to them.
"Here we come." The old voice sounded a bit strange.
Song Yizhi took two steps forward, spread his hands and said, "Come out of Granny Qian's body, and I will give my body to you."
"Qian Liu's" pair of cloudy eyes showed a bit of light.
Such a beautiful skin, if she had this skin, she would be able to live like a fish in water!
Shen Zheng, who was still somewhat conscious, looked at Song Yizhi and shook her head with difficulty. She wanted to say something, but there seemed to be a ball of cotton stuck in her throat, preventing her from making any sound.
Rong Yueyuan hid his breath and stood in the darkness.
"Come here." As an old voice sounded, "Ms. Qian Liu" raised her hand and crossed her fingers.
Song Yizhi took two steps forward.
Seeing Song Yizhi being so cooperative, the corners of "Qian Liu's" mouth curled up to show a bit of satisfaction, then her eyes closed and her body fell to the ground.