"Just give up on this idea! You will never be able to take Master Yang and Master Zhu away!" A soldier's eyes widened before he died.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Wan had already counted to the fifth time. Including him, ten more people died.
"Even if you kill me, there will still be thousands of me!"
"six!"
Ten streaks of blood mist suddenly exploded, adding ten more corpses to the blood pool.
"Stop killing people, we are here!" Just as Meng Wan was about to continue counting, two women appeared at the end of the road.
And these two women are Yang Zhaochan and Zhu Liya.
There was no trace of fear on their faces, and they walked toward Meng Wan very calmly.
"No! Two ancestors, go back quickly!"
"Yes! This guy kills people without blinking an eye!"
"We will fight to the death to protect you!"
At this moment, all the soldiers were standing in front of the two of them, chattering endlessly.
"Thank you for your hard work, please get out of the way." But Yang Zhaochan was not moved at all. Now that she had come out, she was ready to die.
In the face of death, the two sisters have never been afraid.
"Absolutely not! Please take back your life, Mr. Yang!"
For a moment, all the soldiers knelt on one knee and asked for orders from Yang Zhaochan.
Ever since they joined the Tushen Sect, Yang Zhaochan often brought them food and drinks. She was a kind-hearted person and had no airs at all.
In their hearts, they have long treated Yang Zhaochan as their old mother.
Now that death is right in front of them, how could they let Yang Zhaochan pass?
"This is the token that Yun'er gave me that day. He said that seeing the token is like seeing him. Now, as the sect leader, I order you all to step back." Yang Zhaochan took out a black iron black token from his arms.
Engraved on it are the words "Slay the God".
There are only five tokens in total, one is on Yang Zhaochan, and the other four are on Xiao Yin, the man in the mirror, Long Chenfeng and Yasuo.
Lin Yun was worried that if he was not around, the soldiers in the city would not obey orders.
And with this token, all sects in the Northern Territory must obey orders.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and after hesitating for a long time, they finally made way for Yang Zhaochan and Zhu Liya to walk through a thoroughfare.
Now that Yang Zhaochan has Lin Yun's token, given time, Lin Yun will be blamed, and they will have reasons to evade.
After all, not everyone is not afraid of death, there is only one life.
"Sister..." Zhu Liya looked at Yang Zhaochan with some worry. She remembered what Yang Zhaochan had just said to her.
Yang Zhaochan said that when Lin Yun disappeared into the divine realm and entered that other world, she was never worried.
Because she always felt in her heart that Lin Yun was not injured and was living well.
She was thinking that day, no matter where Lin Yun was, as long as everything was safe, that would be fine.
There was even some hope in his heart that Lin Yun would not come back and get involved in the right and wrong of this divine realm.
But just now she clearly felt in her heart that Lin Yun seemed to be injured.
She knew that Lin Yun would definitely be injured because of her.
"I'm fine." Yang Zhaochan showed a trace of pain on his face, then stopped, turned around and said calmly, "When Sect Master Lin comes back, let him bury all the people who died here."
"Give another sum of money to the families of these deceased people to reward their souls in heaven."
After finishing speaking, Yang Zhaochan led Julia and walked to Meng Wan without looking back.
"You don't look like a killer." Meng Wan looked at Yang Zhaochan with some suspicion. After all, Yang Zhaochan looked more like a kind mother.
"We sisters have left the Assassination Society for a long time." Yang Zhaochan replied.
"Ha." Meng Wan snorted coldly and said mockingly: "Every remnant of the assassination society we caught said this."
"It's useless to talk more. It's getting late. Should you leave on your own, or should I tie you up?" It's no wonder that Meng Wan has doubts in her heart. After all, the auras exuded by Yang Zhaochan and Zhu Liya are only those of the Wuzong realm.
In her impression, most of the assassins in the Assassination Society seemed to be Emperor Wu.
"Let's go, Liya." Yang Zhaochan stopped answering Meng Wan's questions and took Zhu Liya towards the city gate.
"Mother Yang!"
For a moment, when everyone saw Yang Zhaochan's leaving figure, they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts, and they all shed tears and cried bitterly.
Some of them cried bitterly because they were worried that Lin Yun's anger at losing his mother would be inflicted on them.
Soon after, Meng Wan escorted Yang Zhaochan and Zhu Liya to the gate of Longhu City.
"Mr. Meng!" I saw four people standing at the city gate, none other than Meng Mingshi.
"Are they just these two people?" Meng Mingshi had a cold face. After all, his hair was gone and it would take some time to grow back.
"Sir, your hair?" Meng Wan obviously didn't realize that this was a question that Meng Mingshi didn't want to mention, so she asked directly.
"It's too long, I cut it off." Meng Mingshi glanced at Meng Wan, turned around, and said, "It's getting late, it's time to go back."
Meng Wan was a little unwilling to give up and wanted to continue to get to the bottom of it, but Wen Qiu pulled her sleeve and explained in a low voice, "Lin Yun burned Master Meng's hair!"
Meng Wan suddenly realized that although Meng Mingshi heard it, he did not blame him. Instead, he kept frowning and looking at the purple flame demon knife held in Xiao Dao's arms.
He seemed to have some impression of this knife, but it seemed like it happened a long time ago and he couldn't remember it.
From the first time he saw this knife, he felt familiar.
"Xiao Dao, why do you like this knife so much?" Meng Mingshi leaned down and asked softly.
Xiao Dao hurriedly hugged the demon knife in his arms tightly, as if Meng Mingshi wanted it: "Sir! Are you trying to steal my knife?"
"How could it be? Whatever Xiao Dao wants, I will give it to you from now on!" Meng Mingshi sighed. Master Dao Ying, who used to be famous in the Sanctuary Alliance, has now become like this. He doesn't know when he will be able to recover.
come over.
Meng Mingshi always felt a little weird about this demonic sword.
But he didn't know what the blame was.
Only after returning to the Sanctuary Alliance can I ask other adults for advice.
Unknowingly, the five envoys of the Sanctuary Alliance left Longhu Mountain.
At this moment, in Longhu City, the rest of the people, under Yun Ruoxi's instructions, moved all the injured back to the 'Holy Hand Hall' for treatment.
Nowadays, the Holy Hand Hall only has a few hundred warriors with healing spirits, and its manpower is simply not enough.
"Master Yun! It's the envoy from Nangong and the envoy from Shangguan!"