Chapter 1108 Flesh Buddha, Corpse Appearance, Seven Wheels of Life and Death!
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is very bad.
Everything is inappropriate.
Yang Fan walked out of the prison with steady steps. In his eyes, a heavy black gold iron cage prison car drove slowly towards the Xisi Archway, its wheels making a rumble sound as it rolled against the ground.
In addition to the Dongchang team, they were accompanied by elite members of the Jinyiwei, each holding a sword and a crossbow, in good order.
There were also people standing guard on the rooftops on both sides of the street.
There were many people watching the excitement on the street. Some ordinary people looked at the big shot who was going to be executed today with awe and curiosity in their eyes.
"I heard that he was a prince!"
"Who says otherwise!"
"This is probably the most well-connected person to be beheaded today!"
Yang Fan ignored the noisy discussions and followed calmly beside the prison car, glancing at the prison car and its surroundings from time to time.
The magical light ball rotates slowly, with a radius of two hundred feet in the heart. The evolved magical power is obviously stronger, and it has been able to observe deeper phenomena.
Although I don’t believe that anyone dares to intercept the prison car in the capital city, I have to guard against it.
In the prison car, Zhu Zhaoyan looked calm.
He had obviously gone through a lot of grooming and tidying up. Although his figure was slightly frail, he seemed to be sitting calmly in the prison car.
This made Yang Fan even more vigilant.
When death was imminent, he didn't believe that anyone would be so calm.
However, until the prison car drove into the execution ground, nothing happened.
Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.
On the temporary execution platform, rows of people were already kneeling. The former noble ministers and princes were all like phoenixes that had fallen to the ground.
To prevent them from losing their composure, some had corks stuffed in their mouths, and some even had their tongues cut off.
Behind them, naked-chested executioners with big waists and round waists, wearing red headscarves and holding ghost-headed knives in their hands, stood ready.
On the high platform in the middle, Tao Ying was dressed in a python robe, sitting in the position of a supervisor. On the left and right were four old eunuchs, wearing green and black sacrificial robes, with wrinkles on their faces.
In the field of vision of Yang Fan's magical light ball, these four old eunuchs seemed to have black and red demon-like arrogance coming out of them.
What surprised Yang Fan was that Tao Ying also had a demonic arrogance. Although he was obviously not as fierce as the four old eunuchs around him, he should not be underestimated.
"Did you already practice a certain Heavenly Passage method?"
Yang Fan murmured secretly, vaguely feeling that Tao Ying might not have chosen the path of the Blood Martial Saint.
After all, the blood of the Blood Martial Saint is as masculine as the blazing sun at noon, and there is no way he can exude such demonic arrogance.
Outside the strict execution ground, among the people watching, stood a young man, and next to him was a middle-aged man who looked like a servant.
The middle-aged man carefully glanced at the people on the execution platform with his peripheral vision, and said in a low voice: "Holy Son, we'd better leave, it's too dangerous here."
However, the young man said with a relaxed look: "Guardian Zuo, relax! We are just here to watch the fun, and we don't do anything. What are you worried about?"
"..."
Protector Zuo smiled bitterly.
They don't do anything, but once their whereabouts are discovered, it will be a dead end.
Because they are members of the Five Poison God Sect!
After the massacre occurred, the Ming Dynasty issued an order and all states and highways immediately launched a campaign to suppress them.
In a short period of time, they lost a large number of manpower, and numerous strongholds in various places were demolished. They had to turn from light to darkness to temporarily avoid the limelight.
In fact, the leader of the church has strictly ordered the followers to stay away from the divine capital. As for rescuing Zhu Zhaoyan, they have not thought about it at all.
Anyway, they have already gotten what they deserve.
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The young man's eyes never left Zhu Zhaoyan, with a hint of greed in his eyes: "Guardian Zuo, you can rest assured, I will leave when I get what I want."
Protector Zuo knew that it was difficult to persuade him, so he could only stand behind him silently, observing the surroundings vigilantly, and being prepared for contingency.
At this time, Yang Fan's eyes swept across the crowd of onlookers, and the magical light ball clearly reflected the energy and blood power of varying degrees of concentration.
Obviously, these people are all warriors. Although some people can disguise themselves, it can still be seen that their identities are extraordinary.
At least Yang Fan doesn't believe that there are grandmaster-level warriors who can become beggars.
Soon, the execution time came.
Tao Ying stood up with a calm face, pulled out a wooden stick from the wooden tube on the table, and threw it on the ground: "The time has come, behead!"
Even as calm as Zhu Zhaoyan, his face was a little pale at this time.
The Five Poison God Sect, which he relied on as the last straw, did not send anyone to save him at all. What is ridiculous is that he still thinks that he is very important to them.
"It turns out that the really ridiculous person is me..."
Swish.
The ghost-headed knife slashed across.
With an unwilling expression on his face, Zhu Zhaoyan fell to the ground.
"It's now!"
The young man in the crowd had a solemn look in his eyes, his hands shrunk in his sleeves quickly made seals, and an invisible dragon's claw suddenly grabbed towards the execution platform.
And his target was suddenly Zhu Zhaoyan, who had just been beheaded!
In his eyes, as Zhu Zhaoyan died, a faint golden light appeared on the corpse of the other party. The golden light vaguely took on the shape of a dragon, but at this time it quickly dissipated amid the wail.
"The Dragon Qi of the Imperial Dao! It uses blood as its source, gather it!"
The young man's eyes were filled with fire, and the invisible dragon's claws suddenly caught the golden light.
The dragon-shaped golden light seemed to feel some kind of power from the same source. It dissipated for a moment and then began to recover.
In just a short moment, the dragon shape condensed again.
The next second, it followed the dragon's claws and rushed towards the young man, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
"Eh? Where did the dragon soul come from?"
Yang Fan was right next to the execution platform, and under the light of the magical light ball, he saw the golden dragon shape at a glance.
Really good, this wave is worth it!
The ball of light on Yang Fan's chest flashed slightly, and the invisible iron hook flew out.
No matter who it belongs to, just grab it first!
"come on!"
As the young man watched the golden dragon shape getting closer and closer, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears.
However, at this moment, the golden dragon shape seemed to be suddenly caught by something, and instantly disappeared into the dragon's claws, and completely disappeared from the young man's sight.
"what happened?"
The young man suddenly changed his color.
Where is his imperial dragon energy?
If he hadn't used the blood of the same origin as a guide, the dragon energy in Zhu Zhaoyan's body would have dissipated long ago and returned to heaven and earth.
It's good now. He just finished condensing the imperial dragon energy, but before he could get it, someone picked the peach in the middle?
"Go quickly!"
The plan failed, and the young man was resentful and angry.
It is clear that someone else has picked peaches, but I still have to run away to prevent the other party from discovering me. Is this justified?
He turned around and quickly got out of the crowd. Guardian Zuo quickly followed and asked as he walked: "Holy Son, have you got what you asked for?"
"Look at my expression, do you think I got it?"
The young man had a dark face and his voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
Protector Zuo shrank his neck, not daring to speak. He just muttered in his heart, what happened to the Holy Son? It seemed like he had been robbed...