"Yes, it is estimated that several major immortal sects will get together to discuss this matter when they arrive in Zhongdu. Jing Chao in Zhongdu will not be spared either." Zhang Yunsheng continued.
"They created this Forbidden Spirit Land, otherwise we would have left the city by now! Demonic energy will not cause changes in mortals, so what are they worried about? Aren't we the ones who should be worried most?" Shen Yunyang was also worried. Anger is a temper inherited from Liu Yunqing.
A few people exchanged a few words and walked not far from the gate of Luoning City. Although most of the people were missing along the way and it was a bit desolate, they had not encountered any danger and were about to leave the forbidden area.
Dong Yiyi handed the rope in her hand to Shen Yunyang, and quickly ran towards the city gate. She asked loudly, "Little junior sister? Susu? Susu?"
Why didn't you see Su Su? Now something unexpected happened in Zhongdu... Will there be any accidents if Fang Zhe takes Su Su away?
Her movements were extremely fast and she was out of the city gate in a blink of an eye. She clenched the sword in her hand and anxiously searched for the trees outside the city.
Others also walked to the city gate at this time.
"etc!"
A soldier suddenly appeared at the door. He was well-equipped and well-equipped. He wore a pendant around his waist and a red stripe on his arm. He looked like a respectable little leader in the special army of the Jing Dynasty.
He suddenly stopped the rest of the group, stamped the black iron spear on the ground, and people with excellent armor like him appeared from nowhere around him.
"Boom——"
The hundred-jin city gate was lowered at this time and the city gate was closed.
"What are you going to do!" Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Shen Yunyang rushed straight to the door where there was still a gap.
Senior Sister Dong just went out!
Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and surrounded him.
As a monk, Shen Yunyang would never do anything to ordinary people, so he had to stop and look at several people angrily.
Zhang Yunsheng was still calm. She strode forward and tugged on the rope in her hand, causing the bound demon cultivator to let out a wail while struggling and roaring.
The warm and delicate expression of the past was gone from his face, and there were daggers hidden in his eyes, "What do you mean?"
These mortals are up to something? Are they crazy???
The soldier who stopped everyone was tall enough, almost as tall as Liu Yunqing, and there were dozens of soldiers standing around him who were also rough and fleshy, and they were not afraid of this fairy's intimidation at all.
The leader had a black mole under his nose. He looked at everyone jokingly, and his nostrils turned a little thick when he exhaled.
He thought to himself: "Haha, orders have been sent from above. Nowadays, there is no difference between immortals and mortals in China. As long as we step on this land, even those flying in the sky will come down and crawl at our feet."
You are an immortal, you are usually aloof, but now you are not allowed to be trampled by me.
These people with red stripes are the reserve army of Zhongdu. They usually do not fight with the army and love to be arrogant. It is a rare opportunity to command the immortals this time, and they have taken the hint from above, but they have no intention of lowering their eyebrows. Understanding.
"Haha, Mr. Xianjun. There is an order from above for such a crazy person."
He pursed his lips, and the protruding mole became particularly conspicuous with this movement.
He pointed at the possessed monk who was restrained beside Zhang Yunsheng, and continued: "You can't take him out of the city. We need to kill him on the spot. Please give me some face, Mr. Xianjun."
After saying that, he shook the black iron spear in his hand.
The little leader deliberately slowed down his articulation speed when saying "killed", squinting his eyes and smiling.
"We know something about the situation. I'm afraid the immortals in Zhongdu are now unable to perform magic. Please listen to my advice. Let's complete the task early and everyone should leave the city gate early."
"Otherwise, the city gate will never be opened until these crazy immortals die."
He is provoking. If a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog, he is willing to be the dog.
Zhang Yunsheng's chin was slightly lowered, but his eyelids were slightly raised. His eyes swept over the careless movements of these people, turned around, and faintly pointed at the magic cultivator in a circle.
"You want...to kill them?"
The little leader nodded calmly and said lightly: "The higher-ups said they should be killed."
Should be killed...
Demonic cultivators should be killed, but they are not mortals who can kill them. Seven days ago, these people were just like everyone else, cultivators who were trying to solve the dangerous situation in Zhongdu. But now they all deserve to be killed.
Qi Zhizhi felt a sore nose when she thought of this. She was still young, and she knew that the demon cultivator should be killed because her elders said so, and her brothers also taught her this way.
They will go crazy, become bloodthirsty and kill, and massacre innocent people, which is not tolerated by heaven.
"But..." The girl did not say what was in her heart, and swallowed it into her stomach along with the saliva she secreted.
Zhang Yunsheng and others had another thought.
He secretly thought in his heart: "If we kill the demon cultivator here without any preparation, when the red clouds dissipate and Zhongdu returns to its original state, the demonic energy will reappear and spread into the air."
"When monks entering the city gate absorb spiritual energy, they will inevitably come into contact with demonic energy."
What are they going to do?
"Are you threatening us? You actually want to kill people we know well in front of us?!" Qi Shi's temper exploded. When had the three of them experienced such anger in the Western Regions?
But he still has reason, and he is waiting for his friends.
Qi Wen was also pressing the hand of his second brother, and whispered in a secret voice: "Second brother, don't be impulsive yet."
Qi Zhizhi's face turned red with anger, and he kept stroking the chain in his hand.
After a long while, Zhang Yunsheng took a deep breath and turned his head to look at his old rival.
Liu Yunqing's serious expression has never changed. She has a straight face and the depth in her eyes is that there are turbulent waves hidden under the calm. She already has the answer.
"Oh." Zhang Yunsheng didn't look at the little leader and responded casually.
The next moment, the female voice was really gentle, like the ever-changing ripples on the shore, she said:
"Everyone, draw your sword."
Like a trumpet among thousands of troops, several monks from the Shifang Sect and three sword cultivators from the Western Region took action at this moment.
This drawing of the sword is a kind of spirit! Swordsmen can draw the sword even if they don’t have a sword!
The little leader did not retreat but came forward. Seeing this, he became even more arrogant and shouted loudly: "Brothers! There is an order from above! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy. These so-called immortals can't use magic now. They are no better than chickens than phoenixes that have landed on the ground."
!Kill them all!”
In the battle of war, the long sword is a weapon that can cut through the sky with one strike, and the long sword is a blade that can cut off the ocean with one strike.
The spear... it's a dark iron spear.
If Jiang Su were here, he would definitely be happy to tear off his own head and throw it into the sky. At the same time, he would lean back and let the carotid artery shoot up into the sky like a giant flower.
Let’s celebrate that the first batch of passers-by who overestimate their own abilities and dare to commit suicide have finally appeared in this world.
Shen Yunyang fought one against ten, killing all around with Burning Evil in his hand, knocking off all the helmets of the surrounding soldiers, and then pierced their collarbones with sharp blades, and the high temperature of Burning Evil itself roasted their flesh and made a sizzling sound.
Qi Zhizhi holds the demon cultivator in one hand and wields a ten-meter-long sword with the other. His steps are light and the picture is more like a child shaking a sparrow while walking the dog.
Liu Yunqing had doubts about himself. He felt that his sword skills were not used in this way. How could he teach these mortal soldiers...
Like peeling a melon?
Completely crushed, where do they get their confidence?