"Yes, Bishop Miao, I will go and gather my subordinates and the surrounding saints. By the way, Bishop, I have someone to introduce to you..." Lord Ling came over and pulled Tian Meng behind him.
Tian Meng came up, cupped his hands and said, "Bishop Miao, my name is Tian Meng, and I am a saint from Tian Meng City. I came here to seek refuge with you because I admire Shen Xu's reputation."
"Tianmeng?" Bishop Miao frowned, as if he had heard of this name. He subconsciously wanted to put his hands behind his hands, but... this movement made him take a breath, it was so painful.
Are you holding your hands? What the hell are you doing? One shoulder, including the arm, was crushed, and the left shoulder was empty, with nothing on it.
Looking at the strange-looking Bishop Miao, at this time, both Lord Ling and Tian Meng discovered that this man's arm was... empty, one arm was missing.
The aura on this person is that of a peak saint, and his cultivation is extremely solid. How could he... be severely injured to this extent?
Who was it that caused Bishop Miao to suffer such a heavy blow?
A group of people looked at each other, but Bishop Miao snorted coldly. Even though there were fewer people under his command, he quickly remembered what happened to Tian Meng.
I heard that the two saints from Tianmeng City and Qinghong City acted secretly and broke the rules, while the saint from Qinghong City was sealed in the depths of chaos and was not allowed to step out of chaos for tens of thousands of years.
But the saint in Tianmeng City fled away in fear of crime and disappeared without a trace. It turned out that he came here.
Feeling somewhat contemptuous of this Tianmeng saint, Bishop Miao nodded with a normal expression: "Yes, let's do this. I'll give you some people. You stay nearby to ambush and observe. There's no need to rush to take action. Just see how many enemies there are.
Come back and report to me, and I will give you a chance. If you can clearly see the number of enemies, I will let you join Shenxu after you come back."
"Just checking the number of enemies? You don't even need to take action?" Saint Tianmeng was overjoyed and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Bishop Miao..."
Bishop Miao nodded lightly, but he looked down on this person extremely in his heart. At the same time, a quarter of an hour passed during the conversation. All the people who could be summoned were summoned. There were some scattered ones left. Bishop Miao didn't bother to pay attention to them. He took out a
Shenxu's token was thrown into Tianmeng's hand and flew towards the sky without saying a word.
Others followed closely, following Bishop Miao back to Shenxu.
Tianmeng was left alone, standing in the village, holding the token in his hand, his whole body trembling with excitement.
God is weak...
It is a place that all saints yearn for. The resources in Shenxu are said to be more than a hundred times that of the outside world, and the vitality is as rich as substance, and spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits are everywhere.
I don't know if these rumors are true...
With full joy, he held the token in his hand and summoned the corpse-killing and quasi-sages who had not had time to turn back. Looking at the more than twenty people standing below, it seemed as if he had returned to the days when he was in charge of Tianmeng City.
"Yes, everything is good." He kept nodding, with a smile on his face, and took out the token given by Bishop Miao, and said: "Bishop Miao arranged for us to lurk and observe here. This is the token Bishop Miao gave me. You
If you want to obey my orders, do you have any objections?"
The strongest among the more than twenty people was only to behead corpses, so who dared to object? What's more, this was indeed Bishop Miao's token, so a group of people nodded and said: "I am willing to obey your orders."
So Tian Meng took these people and hid in a hidden forest near Nanshan, intending to observe nearby.
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Deep in the mountains, a large amount of fog dispersed in waves, and three figures rushed out of the fog.
Wang Shuofei was at the forefront, leading the two of them towards Nanshan.
Seeing that the fog had emerged, Wang Shuo raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Wait a moment."
Yin Rou'er and Yu Fei were startled, but they also stopped. Wang Shuo fell to the ground and walked to a piece of dark red flesh.
The flesh and blood had been there for some time and looked a little black. Wang Shuo walked past the flesh and blood and came to a few dead leaves. He squatted down and swept away the dead leaves with his hands.
Revealing half of the incomplete face...
This is exactly Qian Wu.
Yin Rouer's eyes widened and she looked at Qian Wu's face with his mouth wide open in fear before he died. For a moment, she was choked with sobs and couldn't utter a single word.
Yu Fei's body stiffened even more. The person who had been sending him resources and asking for help a few days ago suddenly... became like this. What on earth happened?
"Qian Wu!" Wang Shuo pinched half of his face, exhaled slowly, and said in a deep voice: "I hurt you, and I will give you an explanation for this matter."
Qian Wu has died, and there is no room for recovery. The unwillingness and fear on Qian Wu's face before death reflect... the corpses all over the mountains and plains, those fallen saints.
Holding this half of the face, the three of them continued to set off, heading towards Nanshan Mountain quickly. When they arrived in front of Nanshan Mountain, the place was already in ruins, and the original appearance could not be seen.
The once glorious and prosperous Yanyu Manor was in dilapidated condition and was constantly being burned in the fire.
Wang Shuo walked in, passed through the half-broken door, and came to the hall. He placed that half of his face on the table at the front of the hall, letting him gaze at the land.
Later, Wang Shuo continued: "I will go to Shenxu and bring back the heads of those people to offer you wine."
After saying that, he walked out, and the crackling, burning beams behind him collapsed with a crash, spewing out several fire snakes and turning into sparks all over the sky.
Half of Qian Wu's face was also buried in the flames. This could be considered his final destination.
Step by step, he walked outside the door. Yufei had already run away. Yin Rouer accompanied Yufei to the village.
Wang Shuo took one last look at the dilapidated villa and rushed towards the village below.
In that wind, his eyes were particularly cold, cruel, and even... a little red.
The village was also in ruins, with corpses lying on the ground everywhere, and everyone was lying in a pool of blood. Yu Fei ran around in the village and returned to the house where he was born and raised...
The door of the house was wide open, and everything inside was shattered by the powerful force. Not a single piece of furniture was intact.
He trembled, cried and knelt down, looked at a corpse in the center of the room, and cried bitterly...
aunt……
That was the aunt who loved him most since his parents died...
Although, she is very mean, often quarrels with people around her, is also stingy, and has bad relations with her neighbors.
But Weiwei loves him extremely and never wants to let him suffer a little bit.
This is his last relative, why, why is this happening...
Yu Fei's cry, in the gradually brightening morning light, was so sad and painful...