Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters flower of death
"Don't think about your life or death at this moment, think about your sect and your family."
The body of the Imperial City envoy who had been chopped into several pieces was dripping with blood. He was still in the air before falling to the ground. A cultivator wearing the official robe of the imperial censor had already rushed out with a fierce roar.
He hid in a covered bridge, and there were more than twenty practitioners in this covered bridge.
None of these practitioners were wearing official robes. They were all practitioners from some monasteries and prominent families around Jiankang City.
These practitioners knew very well that Ziyun was no match for them, and they could only die if they went up, but the censor's roar made them rush out with great courage.
Who doesn’t want their sect to survive forever, who doesn’t want their family to be prosperous and wealthy, and not to be homeless like those untouchables without protection.
In the eyes of these people, it is worthwhile to exchange their own lives for the stability and wealth of their master and family.
"Shua"
The more than twenty practitioners had just rushed out, and they felt a sudden silence around their bodies. The auras of true energy that stirred up each other on their bodies were also suppressed by a terrifying force, like clusters of small flames that had just been ignited.
A lake suppresses.
"ah"
Many of them screamed in shock, and they suddenly discovered that the censor who was rushing forward was still roaring, but his body had been broken at the waist. The upper body of this censor was still
As you rush forward, it feels like you are twisting your body in two.
But the most terrifying thing is that Ziyun has already arrived in their formation, right among the twenty or so of them.
"You people"
Ziyun's sneer sounded, not only reaching the ears of these people, "You claim to be loyal to the country. The war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty was tense before. Most of you were hiding, and you were not the people of the border army.
My junior brother worked hard to save Zhongli. It's not that you people can't fight, but when your real interests are not touched, you are just like a turtle. The border war is tense, and I feel that the Southern Dynasties are almost dead, even if they fight to the death.
Not many powerful cultivators came to help, but now all of you noble families have emerged. So this is the so-called sage king and the holy world. So it is still the same as the old saying goes, generals who fight desperately,
It's worse than a dog begging for food next to the emperor. You people, even if the Northern Wei Dynasty really comes in, I'm afraid you won't fight with all your strength, but just surrender. You people are like dogs, what's the use of practicing, you are wasting the world
"Aura"
He kept sneering, and although he did not carefully consider every word of his words, he almost said whatever came to his mind, but these words made many people feel embarrassed and angry.
"Shut up"
The empress dowager's heart was filled with murderous intent. Although she, Shen Yue, and He Xiuxian were known as the Three Saints of the South, she had always been ranked last among the three saints and had been suppressed. Shen Yue and He Xiuxian had been her companions for countless years.
The enemy she had always wanted to get rid of, and the situation she had been trapped in for many years. After the death of Shen Yue and He Xiuxian, He Xiuxian's true disciple was already a knot in her heart, and all her grievances had long been transferred.
to this person.
She was already angry when she missed the attack. In addition, Ziyun's words at this time seemed to her to be an overt mockery of her. She was mocking her for her peerless cultivation, but even during the Civil War, she had failed
They all cherish their feathers and never leave the confinement.
Her murderous intent was overwhelming, and amidst her fierce shouts, a huge phantom of the demon-subduing pestle fell directly from the sky, like a miracle.
Puff puff puff puff
The bodies of the more than twenty practitioners around Ziyun all exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist.
What was shattered was not Ziyun's body, only two footprints shining with starlight.
The Empress Dowager's face was extremely gloomy. Although she did not speak again, the hair behind her was surging like a demonic snake. The clouds above her head were constantly changing, and even many sword-like crystal energy bloomed.
.
He Xiuxian, the true disciple, has obviously obtained the complete Star-Stepping Magic from Tianyan Palace. Previously, when the Taoist from Tianyan Palace used the incomplete Star-Stepping Magic, he would leave such footprints in the sky. Now he has left such footprints in the sky.
Leaving such footprints means nothing more than provocation to her.
"Shua"
Ziyun's figure had already flashed at a riverside pavilion.
Originally sitting in this pavilion was a woman in palace attire. This woman in palace attire was in her thirties and extremely beautiful. Before Ziyun appeared, her ten slender fingers had already landed on the front of her body.
On the guqin.
This three-stringed guqin had just become murderous, and before it could truly unleash its power, a "dong" sound
There was a sound, and a footprint appeared on her chest.
The footprints dug deep and blood spurted out of her mouth.
Faced with this kind of female cultivator, Ziyun treated them equally and showed no mercy at all. Moreover, this female cultivator was the head of the cult. She was not only the female officer in charge of music in the palace, she was also a practitioner around the Empress Dowager.
Ziyun stomped the female cultivator to death, and the three-stringed guqin that originally belonged to the female cultivator was captured by his true energy and flew directly into the air, following behind him like a living thing.
"Shua"
Ziyun's body disappeared in an instant, and he flew forward dozens of feet. The three-stringed guqin followed him through the air at an astonishing speed, and the three strings cut out countless chaotic wind currents in the air as he moved his true energy.
"when"
A powerful force of true energy erupted from Ziyun's body and was injected into the guqin. The guqin shook violently and made a deafening roar of gold and copper, like the striking of a giant bell.
"Chi" "Chi" "Chi"
The countless chaotic winds formed by the strings suddenly changed drastically and evolved into an incomparable concentration of energy, just like countless sword energy attacking in all directions.
Blood flowers kept blooming, and the bodies of more than a dozen practitioners lurking in the houses and dozens of soldiers holding armor-piercing heavy crossbows were pierced before they could show up.
"ah"
The old man in the distance who had asked Ziyun to keep his hand was so heartbroken that he almost fainted.
Although the killing here is not more than the number of people who died on the battlefield, all those killed and strangled in this way are powerful practitioners. To him, this is the foundation of the Southern Dynasty being strangled. Such dozens and dozens of people are being strangled.
The practitioners were strangled in an instant, and it was a time of spiritual scarcity. The losses suffered by the Southern Dynasty might not be replenished for decades.
The blood is boiling, the aura of death is constantly filling the air, Ziyun's speed is unparalleled, making even the bravest people tremble with fear, but only one person feels like he is in the warm spring earth, and he only feels that he is surrounded by fragrant and delicious flowers blooming.
Demon Sect smiled calmly, his face was serene, like the gods and Buddhas in the temple. Those blood flowers of death were like sweet honey to his perception.
He breathed deeply, and countless streams of vitality born from death continued to flow towards his body.