Chapter three hundred and fortieth kill the black robe messenger
Amid crazy cheers, the woman was thrown into the bronze cauldron. Then, the dry firewood under the bronze cauldron was ignited, and the raging flames surrounded the huge bronze cauldron.
"Why is this happening!"
"Why is this happening!"
"...let's go, Zhao Yuan, let's go..."
Qiqi's face turned pale, and she pulled Zhao Yuan back repeatedly, muttering to herself.
"She won't die." Zhao Yuan whispered softly.
"Ah...why?" Qiqi was stunned.
"There's something strange about that copper tripod, it can't conduct heat."
Zhao Yuan's "quiet" state spread like ripples in circles, and soon enveloped the stone platform.
Zhao Yuan discovered it purely accidentally. He originally wanted Monk Tianxin to capture the woman's soul and ask clearly. However, Monk Tianxin did not feel the breath of dying. This made Zhao Yuan very strange, so he checked by the way, but it was
I found that the bronze tripod was a bit strange, and the woman who was thrown into the bronze tripod did not feel any pain at all.
"Won't those people kill her?" Qiqi said in surprise.
"Not necessarily. Many times, living is more painful than death." Zhao Yuan shook his head.
"Is there any way you can rescue that woman?" Qiqi begged.
"Disaster."
Zhao Yuan stared at the black-robed messengers on the stone platform and shook his head with a stern expression.
Although Zhao Yuan had never been in contact with those temple envoys, he could feel the power contained in their bodies, especially the golden belt envoys, which had an extremely primitive and wild power, full of a power that destroyed everything.
A violent spirit.
Although Zhao Yuan said that the woman would not die, in Qiqi's eyes, it was still a tragic scene. She couldn't bear it and urged Zhao Yuan to leave quickly.
Just as he was leaving, Zhao Yuan saw in another direction, Chen Mang looked at the high platform with a blank expression. Behind Chen Mang, there were dozens of tough men following. Their faces were full of expressions.
The color of sadness and anger.
In fact, among the onlookers, although most people looked fanatical, there were also many people with angry expressions.
After leaving the square, Zhao Yuan searched around the streets again, searching all the places Wan Ling'er liked to go, but did not see her or Chen Dao.
"Maybe they have gone home, let's go home." Qiqi witnessed the bronze cauldron boiling people alive, and she was a little lost.
"Well, let's go home."
"Well, let's go home."
Just when the two were about to go home, suddenly there was a commotion on the street, and people looked up to the sky with panicked expressions on their faces.
Zhao Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see Wan Ling'er and Chen Dao flying towards the sky with a sword.
Wan Ling'er has become more and more skilled in the art of flying with swords, and his control of spiritual energy has also improved to a higher level. He can fly with Chen Dao in the sky with ease.
After crossing the high city wall, Wan Ling'er was hanging in the air. She did not notice Zhao Yuan among the crowd. Instead, she led Chen Dao and flew towards the temple, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Yuan discovered that in Chen Dao's hand, he was holding a large bunch of corpse demon heads. Those heads were still dripping with blood. It was obvious that Wan Ling'er had taken Chen Dao out of the city to hunt down the corpse demon.
Looking at the panic-stricken Crescent City residents around him, Zhao Yuan felt something was wrong inexplicably.
At lunch time, everyone went home.
The atmosphere in the living room seemed particularly depressing.
Chen Mang looked at Chen Dao with a gloomy expression, while Zhao Yuan frowned and looked at the triumphant Wan Ling'er.
Just as Zhao Yuan guessed, Wan Ling'er took Chen Dao out of the city to hunt the corpse demon.
Chen Dao hunted down five corpse demons. He took the corpse demon's head to the temple and got the honorary title of junior warrior as he wished. On his chest, he wore a golden shield badge.
"The relationship is good!" Wan Ling'er glanced at Qiqi, who was holding Zhao Yuan's arm, and said with a sarcastic expression.
"Why are you flying with a sword in public?" Zhao Yuan shook Qiqi's arm, but Qiqi hugged Zhao Yuan's arm tighter.
"The gates of Crescent City have been closed. How can we go out and hunt the corpse demon without flying with a sword?" Wan Ling'er said disapprovingly.
"Do you know that it is dangerous for you to reveal your identity like this?" Zhao Yuan looked stern.
"Hmph! Let me think about it, who can do anything to me!" Wan Ling'er sneered.
"But……"
"Zhao Yuan, there is no sworn relationship between you and me. I can do whatever I want without your having to point me out! In addition, I, Wan Ling'er, have the ability to protect myself. I won't be like those two losers who need others to protect me." Wan Ling'er.
Linger snorted coldly.
"Ling'er, we can't fight alone now. We have to work together to go back. Otherwise, we will be trapped in this magic core... this Crescent City for the rest of our lives." Zhao Yuan glanced at Chen Mang.
"You guys run away!" Chen Mang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
"Escape! Why are you running away?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"You are a witch, and your identity has been exposed to the public. If you don't want to be burned alive, leave Crescent City as soon as possible." Chen Mang said every word.
"Me! You say I'm a witch?" Wan Ling'er looked confused.
"Yes, no one can save you in Crescent City. You have the ability to fly. It's still too late to escape now. If you wait a little longer, you won't be able to leave even if you want to." Chen Mang sighed.
"Hahaha... I am a witch. My Wan Ling'er is actually a witch. Well, I am a witch. Who can do anything to me! Also, if the people in the temple wanted to arrest me, why didn't they arrest me then?
"Wan Ling'er chuckled.
"There are two possibilities. The first is that when you went to the temple, the temple messengers didn't know you had the ability to fly. The other possibility is that they wanted to see if you had any accomplices..." Xi.
"Bang"
Before Chen Mang could finish his sentence, there was a muffled sound from outside. Immediately afterwards, the two wooden doors of Chen Mang's courtyard were smashed to pieces by a surging force. Four black-robed divine messengers stood silently at the door.
, in their hands, they all held a long sword, and the long sword flashed with a heart-stopping cold light in the sun.
Zhao Yuan and Chen Mang looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"Who are they?" Wan Ling'er stared at Zhao Yuan with her beautiful eyes.
"The black-robed envoy of Xuantian Temple is here to arrest you, a wizard." Zhao Yuan stood up with a wry smile and said to Sixth Aunt and Ninth Aunt: "Hurry and clean up, we will leave later."
"yes."
Aunt Six and Aunt Ninth looked at each other and realized the seriousness of the situation. They immediately stood up and started packing some clothes. At this time, Chen Mang also stood up and went to his room to pack his luggage.
"Are we leaving?" Wan Ling'er was still confused.
"We can't stay here anymore."
Zhao Yuan picked up the long knife placed in the corner and strode out of the yard.
"We are here to arrest wizards. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should stay aside." The cold voice of a black-robed divine envoy was full of supreme authority.
"kill!"
Zhao Yuan knew that talking was useless, so in the spirit of striking first, he suddenly shouted loudly, activating the realm of "power", and slashed out with the black-backed long knife without any warning, the roaring wind mixed with wild power.
He swept towards the black-robed divine envoy in front of him...
What Zhao Yuan is best at is sneak attacks.
As early as when Zhao Yuan was not a cultivator, he could rely on his intelligence to kill cultivators who could fly with swords. But now, Zhao Yuan is no longer what he used to be. His power is even worse when he suddenly breaks out and hurts people.
Extremely ferocious.
The black-backed long sword is the weapon of the black-faced god. It is the main killer. Under the stimulation of the "war" realm and the "strength" realm, the murderous aura that breaks out is thrilling.
Before the leading black-robed messenger could react, with a shrill scream, the blade of the black-backed long knife had cut his body into two pieces...
…
The other three black-robed messengers looked stunned.
Neither the killed black-robed messenger nor the three living black-robed messengers thought that Zhao Yuan would rise up and hurt someone, because in Crescent City, the black-robed messenger has a very respected status, and almost no one would violate it.
Contrary to them, although they were ordered to capture the wizard, they never thought that the other party would sneak up and kill people without warning.
Zhao Yuanhao, who had started killing, was not procrastinating. In order to make a quick decision, his "speed" had been pushed to its peak state. After killing a black-robed messenger, the long knife in his hand did not pause at all. With the remaining power, he cut across with one strike.
The three stunned black-robed messengers felt a chill in their waists, and then their upper bodies slowly fell off. At this time, they all still had their mouths wide open, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
A cold wind swept past and blew away the four black-robed messengers who were the spirits of death.
In Zhao Yuan's Lingtai world, Monk Tianxin had a sinister smile on his face...