The third thousand and fifty-fifth chapters are overcast
Although the Messaging Hall is at the lowest level in the entire Sacrifice Hall, the status of the Messaging Envoy in front of me is not low.
There is no palace master in the Message Hall. The one with the highest status is the messenger envoy in front of him. Although he has two deputy envoys, because the message from the Acropolis is too important, Ye Meng once specifically explained it when he left.
Guo Yunlida asked the envoy to personally be responsible for receiving the news from the entire Shinkari County.
This envoy's own cultivation has reached the peak of the Qi-sensing stage, and his combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of ordinary Bixiao Pavilion masters.
Quickly walking out of the communication hall, he did not dare to stop for a moment, and went directly towards the direction of Emperor Mountain. As long as he was outside the scope of the sacrificial hall, with this message in his hand, he could even keep flying at a low altitude and fly as fast as possible.
He rushed to Dishan at a fast speed.
'Unexpectedly, the situation has reached this level. It seems that everyone's previous judgments were wrong. The trouble in Shinkari County is just a skin disease, while the danger in the Imperial City is a heart problem.'
The messenger's face was gloomy and solemn. He started walking quickly at the beginning and started running at full speed at the end. If it weren't for the powerful trapping formation in the sacrificial hall, he would have soared into the sky at this time and flew straight from here.
We have reached the top of Mount Di.
But even so, the gate of the sacrificial hall has already appeared in front, but at this moment, the messenger felt dizzy and staggered. To others, he looked like he was drunk, with his body turned to one side.
As it fell, it took a few steps to reach the roadside.
The sergeant didn't understand what was going on, but a gray aura came out of the bushes nearby and directly wrapped the sergeant and pulled him over.
Although it was broad daylight, this was a sacrificial hall after all, and all warnings were directed outside. No one noticed that a large living person suddenly disappeared less than twenty feet away from the gate.
When the envoy noticed the gray aura in front of him, his pupils shrank sharply and he wanted to shout loudly, but even though he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound. Because his whole body seemed to be placed in water.
, no matter how he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, no sound came out at all. Instead, there were wisps of gray mist pouring in along the mouth.
The man's eyes widened in horror. The only thing left in his body that could be used flexibly at this time was a pair of eyeballs, which were constantly looking around.
The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and it could be seen from his eyes how shocked and frightened he was, and there was even a little bit of confusion in his eyes.
A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, with a cold smile on his face, "floated" in front of the envoy like a puff of smoke.
Seemingly seeing the doubts in the envoy's heart, the middle-aged man said with a smile: "Aren't you very surprised? I was thinking, shouldn't I be trapped on the road, why would I appear in the imperial capital again?"
The messenger who was trapped in the gray mist trembled violently, as if to indicate that his doubts were exactly the same.
The man in black robe smiled proudly and said: "Ye Meng thought that after taking away all the trapped spirit stones, I would not be able to return with the help of the teleportation formation? I am so smart, as early as when I left Ye Lin Imperial Capital,
Arrangements have been made along the way, and as long as I want to return, I can use the teleportation formation to come back anytime and anywhere."
When the messenger heard what the person in front of him said, his eyes obviously changed again, and he was obviously thinking of something.
"You are very smart, you can actually guess that we made the arrangements a long time ago, and you deserve to be able to place Yunlida in such an important position.
I originally thought that you would send the news about the Acropolis to Yunlida as soon as possible. Fortunately, I was more cautious. Otherwise, if you sent the news directly to the king, even if we had it in advance
I’ll arrange it, but I’m afraid it will still be a lot of trouble.”
While the man was talking, a figure also wearing black clothes flew past like a ghost without making any sound and was not noticed by anyone.
"Mo Wen, what are you still wasting? Get rid of this person quickly. We have to prepare for the next step."
The messenger had already seen the person coming clearly. He was none other than Mo Wu, the great soul master of the Soul Sacrifice Palace. The person who easily captured him was the other great soul master who was supposed to be trapped on the road. Mo Wu
arts.
When Mo Wu came, he naturally exuded a strong smell of blood. Mo Wen calmly turned his head and looked at it, and asked at the same time: "Have all the people in the communication hall been dealt with?"
"They're just a bunch of ants. Now that they know there's news coming from the Acropolis, of course they can't survive. No one will be left alive."
Mo Wu's words were very casual, and it seemed that he was not talking about the lives and deaths of hundreds of people at all. However, the messenger knew that since Mo Wu said this, it meant that there would be no more living people in the messenger hall at this time.
After listening to Mo Wu's words, the messenger suddenly felt a biting chill, running from his back to the back of his head. When he recognized that the person in front of him was Mo Wen, he already knew what his end would be, but he
There is still a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that Yunlida will know about the news from the Acropolis received in the Communication Hall.
Even if the content of the subpoena was not obtained, if he continued to cooperate with his disappearance, it would at least attract Yunlida's attention. As long as the sacrificial hall was alert, the enemy would not be able to attack the imperial capital by surprise.
With a cold smile, Mo Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed it from the messenger's hand. When his fingers touched the paper in the messenger's hand, he couldn't help but let out a soft "eh", which seemed a little unexpected.
Said: "Unexpectedly, the method of spiritual imprinting was used. This time the message was infused with mental power."
The paper in Mo Wen's hands is very special. On the surface it looks like an old, yellowed, even wrinkled paper, but its flexibility is very strong. Even if it is pulled hard, it is not easy to tear, especially the surface of the paper.
On the screen, there will be a slight mental fluctuation.
This is the same as the recording method of those high-level prescriptions and instruments. The content engraved in it through mental power can only be read through mental power.
The messenger in front of him has not reached the stage of concentration, so he is not able to engrave the content into it. He uses the messenger formation to engrave the delivered message directly into the paper.
Mo Wen just used his mental power to scan it casually, and the contents appeared in his mind. He was a little surprised at first, and then showed a smile, and casually handed the yellow paper to Mo Wu beside him.
After taking it, Mo Wu used the same method to scan and explore the paper. Finally, with a cold "hum", spiritual energy surged out of his palm, and he crumpled the paper into a ball of crumbs.
After he made a light "hum" sound, he happened to alert a group of patrolling warriors. Each of the five people in this group wore Benxiao Pavilion's signature bronze armor.
"Who's there, come out!"
The warrior who led the team scolded him coldly. Mo Wen and Mo Wu casually exchanged a look. Mo Wu said "I" very casually, and then walked out Shiran.
The messenger had slowly closed his eyes at this time, and he could already guess what would happen next. In the entire sacrificial hall, the only person who could fight with the two people in front of him was the high priest Yun Lida, and
If these people had warned at the first time, they might have a chance to survive, but who could have imagined that the two soul sacrificial masters from the Soul Sacrifice Hall would actually appear in the Soul Sacrifice Hall.
Mo Wu walked out of the grass, and the Benxiao Pavilion warrior outside immediately let out a soft "Hey", but after a few slight sounds, he fell into a complete silence.
Mo Wen took a deep look at the messenger in front of him, and then walked out of the grass. As he took a step forward, the gray mist surged up. When he took a step down, the gray mist in the mist
The messenger's entire body had shriveled up quickly, and when he took the second step, there was no longer any life left in the messenger's body.
As he took the second step, he seemed to be pulled and squeezed by a huge force, and the messenger's body began to twist and deform. After taking the fourth step, the gray mist also slowly retracted, and the messenger was suspended in the air.
His body fell to the ground and turned into a black sphere that was one circle larger than his fist.
For a person to be squeezed to such a large size in his life shows how terrifying the force he has endured before. Mo Wen, however, looked calm and did not look behind him.
"It seems that everything went smoothly on the Acropolis side. Teng Fang did a good job this time." Mo Wen said calmly.
Mo Wu nodded and said: "Very good. Although it is not a loyal dog, it is at least a useful dog. If possible, I really can't bear to let him die there."
Mo Wen curled his lips contemptuously and said at the same time: "Young Master, you can't let him go, otherwise why would you leave a hidden stake around him?"
Mo Wu was startled and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, you actually found out."
Mo Wen shook his head impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, all the conditions have been met, and now news has come back from the Acropolis, it's time for us to take action."
"That's right, Lord Gan Luo must be impatient with waiting. Let's go."
When Mo Wu's voice fell, his body seemed to fly up into a gray mist. Mo Wen looked around and gently swung his sleeves. The corpses of the five Benxiao Pavilion warriors were wrapped in a gray mist and were directly thrown into the air.
Throwing it into the grass, he followed closely and left.
The surroundings became quiet again, and Mo Wen's final treatment seemed to be casual, but there was no trace of blood in the surroundings, and there was not even the slightest trace on the ground.
It's just that the originally lush and green vegetation suddenly began to wither slowly, as if the original vitality was taken away in an instant.
It's a pity that the changes here did not attract anyone's attention, because the team of warriors responsible for patrolling this place had already been eliminated without a trace.
