Nightwatcher

The ten-foot-tall body was torn apart, his head turned into King Zhenbei, his torso turned into Zhujiu, his hands turned into high-grade wizards, and his feet turned into auspicious Zhigu.

None of the four high-grade powerhouses was intact. The giant python Zhujiu had a severed tail, a hundred-foot-long tail;

The phantom of the war spirit above Wizard Gaopin's head was instantly disillusioned, and his lower body disappeared. The flesh and blood in the hideous wound squirmed, and the blood light swelled and contracted, like breathing, trying to repair the injury.

King Zhenbei's body is well preserved, but the surface of his body is covered with porcelain-like cracks, and the blood flow is endless.

His breath weakened to the extreme.

"run, run"

Zhu Jiu was terrified, this person was not a third rank at all, he was clearly a broken second rank.

The combination of four of them, the third-rank powerhouses of different systems, has already touched the threshold of the second-rank power, but they still can't beat him.

What does this mean?

When the opponent was in a complete state, he was a genuine second-grade product. Therefore, after he devoured the blood pill, he repaired some of his injuries and made up for the incompleteness, which is why he burst out with such terrifying power.

This is fundamentally different from them. The four of them make up for quality with quantity, but the other party is actually a real second-rank, a strong player in this terrifying field.

The giant python frantically twisted its stumped body, twisted out of the peak frequency of this life, and swam towards the incomplete city wall.

Ji Li Zhigu fled one step earlier than it, it was too scary, this mysterious strong man was too scary, for a moment just now, Ji Li Zhigu felt the same coercion from him as his dead father.

That is the coercion of the second-rank powerhouse.

The giant scarlet python twisted its body and made a loud bang, like a savage beast crossing the border, but the vertical eyes of this terrifying giant beast were full of fear, and it only wanted to escape.

The cyan giant fled in another direction regardless of the viscera that had been knocked out during the run.

At the top of the city, the barbarians from the Qingyan tribe and the monster army were frightened and jumped down the city wall one after another, fleeing in a panic.

The leaders are all defeated. If you don't leave now, you will die if you are too late.

The high-pin sorcerer squeezed the formula with both hands, screamed, and an illusory black shadow landed from the dark sky. It was a huge bird with wings spread tens of meters.

Bird fighting spirit.

It rolled up the high-grade wizard and flew towards the northeast.

At the same time, as a wizard in the realm of spiritual wisdom, a series of countermeasures flashed through his mind. If the opponent blocked him first, from which angle would he strike, when he punched, where would the attack fall, and so on.

He insisted on formulating many self-protection measures, so that he would not be killed on the spot.

Of course, with the ability of a wizard in the spiritual realm, he knew that the possibility of the mysterious master chasing him was not high, because the opponent's goal was King Zhenbei.

The priority must be to deal with Zhenbei King, then Jili Zhigu, and then choose between yourself and Zhujiu.

His chances of escape are extremely high.

The pitch-black dharma form shrunk inch by inch, and returned to a human height, but the flame halos on the twelve pairs of arms and the back of the head were still there.

"King of Zhenbei, blood debt is paid in blood."

Xu Qi'an stepped forward, clenched his fist, swung his arm and pulled back, pounding the air.

King Zhenbei's body was torn apart, pieces were scattered, and blood splashed all over the ground.

The mass of flesh then turns into a twisted mass of worms, emitting a foul stench.

And his figure appeared a hundred feet away, and Yukong fled.

Substitute Gu!

The life-saving method of the Heavenly Gu Department is to raise the Gu in the body, absorb the vitality and blood of the host on weekdays, and assimilate with the host. At the moment of life and death, it can protect the host from disaster.

This Gu only needs to come from the Gu species, and it can be implanted in the body, anyone can use it.

As the Prince of Dafeng, King Zhenbei still has the means to protect himself.

"You can't escape." Xu Qi'an roared angrily.

Monk Shenshu cooperated with the pursuit, briefly regained the right to speak, and said in a loud voice: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and turn your back."

King Zhenbei in Yukong's body froze, his neck moved, and he seemed to want to turn around. After a moment, he got rid of the influence of Buddhist precepts and continued to escape.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party froze, Xu Qi'an chased after him, and his twelve hands blasted out at the same time, creating the effect of an air explosion.

At the critical moment, a blood mist exploded from King Zhenbei's body, his potential exploded, and he forced him to move sideways to avoid the deadly fist.

"return!"

Twelve hands spread out at the same time, the air mechanism was locked, and with a sharp tug, King Zhenbei was caught back. Twelve hands held King Zhenbei's head, arms, and legs.

At this moment, on the top of the city, a pair of eyes looked at this place, looking at King Zhenbei whose life was hanging by a thread.

No one spoke.

The scene was eerily silent.

In King Zhenbei's body, streams of pure Qi and blood overflowed. Twelve pairs of arms, like twenty-four black holes, crazily squeezed his life essence.

"Although I don't know why you are able to use the Sword of the Nation, but you are not a member of the royal family. What does it have to do with the 380,000 people in Chuzhou City?"

Feeling the passing of the essence of life, the No. 1 martial artist of Dafeng finally showed a look of despair.

If the prisoner was about to kill him, he could understand. It is also understandable that the court officials impeached him.

But this person is neither a person of great worship, nor is he a good person himself. The flames of demons are overwhelming, and he wants to be put to death for the sake of the people of the entire Chuzhou City.

"Then what does it have to do with you if I kill you?"

Xu Qi'an sneered and said, "You don't have justice in your heart, and you advocate the law of the jungle, so today I will tell you something for 380,000 souls."

After a pause, he looked disdainful and said, "Actually, you are not an ant."

"No!"

King Zhenbei let out a desperate roar, like the wailing of a beast before death.

Massacring the city is one of his most proud schemes, refining blood pills to increase his cultivation base, and at the same time invite the king to enter the urn, and kill Ji Li Zhigu and Zhujiu with the Zhenguo sword.

Once successful, the world will only remember his great achievements and sing praises. Who would remember those 380,000 innocent souls?

A city is exchanged for two foreign third-rank masters, and a second-rank master is exchanged, and they die well.

But it was this most proud plan that finally killed him.

King Zhenbei's roar stopped in the summer, and his flesh and blood shriveled and shriveled, turning into a mummified corpse.

Xu Qi'an tore it hard, tore off his head and limbs, and discarded them casually.

This tear, what was torn to shreds was the golden age of a prince, a peak martial artist who was half a year old.

Saibei's wind blows on his body, blowing away the haze in his heart, he only feels that his thoughts are clear and his conscience is clear.

When Li Miaozhen found out about the Three Thousand Miles of Blood Massacre, at the beginning, Xu Qi'an only felt heavy in his heart, but didn't feel too deeply. After all, it is far away.

Later, he was ordered to go to Chuzhou to investigate the case, and he decided to take care of it.

As the truth was uncovered step by step, he realized King Zhenbei's atrocities. That night, seeing the memory of Zheng Xinghuai, the chief envoy, he had already made up his mind.

We must destroy King Zhenbei's plan, stop him, and punish him.

Not only for the 380,000 innocent lives, but also for his own beliefs. If he swallowed his anger and flinched, this matter would become a knot in his heart for the rest of his life.

I can't manage the affairs of the world, but I can manage the immediate affairs.

On the top of the city, there were more than 20,000 northern soldiers and hundreds of Jianghu warriors. When they saw the figure with twenty-four arms on their backs, they restrained their fierce aura and bowed deeply towards the Chuzhou city below.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yushi suddenly burst into tears, fell to the ground, and wailed loudly.

The Cheng Cheng of Dali Temple had red eyes, carefully arranged his clothes, and bowed to the man in the air with the most sincere attitude of a scholar.

Yang Yan looked deeply into the distance and clasped his fists.

Chen catches his head and fists.

Centurion Chen Xiao cupped his fists.

More than 20,000 soldiers clasped their fists together.

He worshiped the people who died in the city, and more than 20,000 people worshiped him on the top of the city.

After the death of King Zhenbei, the power in the northern border was out of balance. I had to kill another third-rank Xu Qi'an to communicate with Master Shenshu in my heart.

"I'm going to fall into a deep sleep within two sticks of incense. Do you want to kill someone?" Monk Shenshu's voice was full of incomparable exhaustion.

If he hadn't absorbed the life essence of King Zhenbei just now, Shenshu would have fallen into a deep sleep right now.

The combat power of the twenty-four-armed Aspect reaches the second rank, while Shenshu only has one arm, and his potential is squeezed out. This Aspect Secret Technique cannot be used by his broken arm.

"Auspicious Zhigu."

Xu Qi'an made a choice without the slightest hesitation.

Most of the territory of the Northern Monster Race is bordered by the Sorcerer Sect, and the conflict between the two sides is very fierce. Zhujiu can keep entangled with the Sorcerer Sect and restrain each other.

Auspicious Zhigu must die.

The barbarians are the most poisonous to the northern border of Dafeng.

After making a choice, the monk Shenshu went away in the air, following his breath, and tracking Jili Zhigu.

Above the clouds, loud laughter rang out, and the white-clothed warlock leaned forward and backward, laughing heartily.

"King Zhenbei is dead, finally dead, well done." The white-clothed warlock applauded happily.

At this time, a silver bell-like laugh sounded, and the woman in the white dress stepped on the clouds, twisted her waist and slowly came, looking at the smoke and charming.

She has a beautiful appearance, a diamond-shaped small mouth is red and attractive, revealing luster; a pair of seductive fox eyes, looking bright; Qiong's nose is handsome and straight, and her eyebrows are long and straight.

These exquisite facial features are outlined on a sharp melon-seeded face, which makes people unconsciously think of the words "a beautiful face is a disaster".

In addition, the lace outlines the wasp waist, the chest is bulging, and the proportion of the figure is excellent.

Even the pickiest man can't find any flaws in her body.

"Killing King Zhenbei is part of your plan?" the woman in the white skirt asked with a smile.

"You want to know?"

The white-clothed warlock stopped smiling, and looked at her lightly: "Why don't we exchange information about that person you know?"

The woman in the white skirt nodded: "I know."

The white-clothed warlock pondered: "He is the demon monk that the Buddhist mission is looking for."

"He was a respectable man."

"What is your relationship with him?"

The woman in the white skirt smiled narrowly and said, "Guess."

The warlock in white didn't answer, he was calm and relaxed.

She sighed and said softly, "I respect him very much."

After finishing speaking, the woman in the white dress looked at the warlock, and said softly, "It's your turn."

The warlock in white stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with the confidence that everything was under control in his tone, and said slowly:

"I'll just tell you two things: first, I bewitched Emperor Yuanjing to cultivate immortality; second, once King Zhenbei died, it would be difficult for the prison to stop the momentum. As for the reasons and details, I won't talk about it."

At this time, the two of them cast their gazes into the distance at the same time, and a figure came with a sword, turning a blind eye to them.

"The Tianzong saintesses of this generation have good qualifications, and are expected to hit the third rank, or even hit the second rank." The woman in the white skirt commented, without hiding her voice.

The warlock in white laughed "hehe" and said, "For us, the most anticipated event in the next two years is the battle between heaven and man."

When Xu Qi'an's figure disappeared from sight, some voices slowly sounded from the top of the city, and these voices finally converged into a river, becoming noisy and chaotic.

The king of Zhenbei died, Chuzhou city was turned into ruins, and the dragons in the northern border were leaderless, and the more than 20,000 soldiers who survived fell into great confusion.

Yang Yan noticed the abnormality of the soldiers, he sank into his dantian, and shouted: "All the officers and men listen to the order, my official is Jingong Yang Yan, the chief officer of this mission.

"Now that the king of Zhenbei is dead, I accept all the important military and political affairs of Chuzhou City, go down to the top of the city quickly, and gather outside the city."

The soldiers suddenly had a backbone, left the broken wall in an orderly manner, and gathered in the open space outside the city.

When Yang Yan was young, he followed Wei Yuan and participated in the Battle of Shanhaiguan. He still has the experience of leading the army, so he quickly calmed down the soldiers and maintained order.

Just at this time, Li Miaozhen came with his sword and stopped over Chuzhou City.

At this time, the sky was already blue, and in a few quarters of an hour, the sky would completely darken.

Looking down at the ruined and devastated Chuzhou City, she thought to herself that I was too late, the Chuzhou City had already been destroyed, and looking at this posture, there was a battle of high-ranking warriors in the city just now.

Li Miaozhen glanced roughly at the ruins, then turned to look at the army gathered outside the city.

It's unreasonable that the young female general with a white horse and silver gun who had a rich military career suddenly judged that something was wrong. It stands to reason that such a fierce battle must be brutal.

It is impossible that so many soldiers survived.

"Yang Jinluo, what happened in Chuzhou City? Where is the King of Zhenbei?"

Li Miaozhen controlled the flying sword, hanging in the low sky not far from Yang Yan and others.

Yang Yan had seen her a long time ago. When the two were suppressing bandits in Yunzhou, they had crossed paths, so they barely had friendship. It's just that the facial paralyzed Wu Chi has an old-fashioned personality. Even if he sees acquaintances, he will at most nod slightly when his eyes meet, and will not deliberately say hello.

Hearing this, Dali Sicheng and the others had strange expressions.

Yang Yan explained: "The king of Zhenbei slaughtered the city and was killed."

Li Miaozhen looked at him with a stiff face.

Yang Yan nodded, indicating that this is the case.

What kind of explanation are you talking about? You are trying to whet your appetite. If I didn’t know that your character is like this, I would roll up my sleeves and beat you right now. Oh, I can’t beat a martial artist at the peak of the fourth rank. .

The prime minister of Dali Temple coughed and added: "At dusk, the army of the two tribes of the northern monsters and barbarians joined forces to attack the city. The leader of the Qingyan tribe, Ji Li Zhigu, and the leader of the monster tribe, Zhu Jiu, came to fight for the blood pill.

"And the blood pill was refined by King Zhenbei who slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou City. King Zhenbei slaughtered the entire city for his own selfishness."

Speaking of this, Dali Temple Cheng showed a look of pain, and then he saw Li Miaozhen's face was calm, without the slightest shock.

"You, you don't seem to care?" Dali Sicheng was a little angry.

"I already knew it, but I don't know what happened next, so you continue to talk." Li Miaozhen said.

"Okay," Dali Sicheng cleared his throat, and told Li Miaozhen the details of the battle that took place in the city and the number of masters who participated in the battle.

The heroic and heroic Tianzong Saintess, dressed as a female soldier, stood there in a daze.

She knew about King Zhenbei Tucheng, and the participation of high-grade wizards from the God of Witchcraft couldn't surprise her. After all, Xu Qi'an had already analyzed that King Zhenbei was backed by high-ranking help from other systems, and now she just felt that it was true.

But Li Miaozhen never expected that in this battle, there would be the participation of the bewitched Dizong Taoist, Zhen Guojian, the mysterious woman, and the master who swept the audience.

Isn't it true that the king of Zhenbei slaughtered the city for his own selfish desire, and then attracted the counterattack of the monsters and savages?

Why do these masters still participate? The relationship is too complicated. I need to calm down and analyze it. No, I need Xu Qi'an and Li Miaozhen to feel a little ashamed.

"How did Daoist Li know about King Zhenbei's massacre of the city?"

Scholars are delicate in mind, Liu Yushi clasped his hands and asked.

After being reminded by him, Li Miaozhen lifted her brows upside down, stepped on a flying sword and lifted off into the air, entangled in the stroke of twenty thousand soldiers, and shouted:

"Yang Jinluo, immediately capture Que Yongxiu, the commander of the capital and the protector of the country. King Zhenbei is the chief culprit in the massacre of the city, and he is the butcher knife of King Zhenbei. It was this person who led the army to massacre the city that day."

"What?!"

Not only Yang Yan, Dali Si Cheng and others' complexions changed.

Before I had time to ask more details, I immediately cooperated with Li Miaozhen to search for Que Yongxiu, but I searched all over the army and the ruins of the city, but I couldn't find Que Yongxiu.

He has escaped.

Maybe they slipped away together when the barbarians broke up, or they absconded quietly after witnessing the death of King Zhenbei.

At that time, everyone's attention was on the battlefield. Without knowing that Que Yongxiu had committed an unforgivable crime, who would pay too much attention to him?

Not only him, but also the spies of King Zhenbei have already absconded secretly.

Everyone was angry and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

The Prime Minister of Dali Temple said in a deep voice: "Thank you Daoist Li for your reminder. If it weren't for you, we would have ignored this thief and let him go unpunished. After the mission returns to Beijing, I will write a letter of impeachment and issue a warrant to arrest this thief."

Liu Yushi was extremely excited: "That's right, Que Yongxiu is King Huai's best friend. If King Huai wants to hide from the world in Chuzhou City, he cannot do without his help. Thank you Daoist Li for reminding me, please accept my respect."

Li Miaozhen is worthy of being a flying swallow heroine with outstanding abilities. She must have heard about the three-thousand-mile bloodbath case or the barbarian invasion of the border, so she came all the way to Chuzhou. Knowing the truth, I am really ashamed. While being grateful to everyone in the mission, it is inevitable that I feel ashamed in my heart.

There are a large number of missionaries, there are fourth-grade gold gongs, Yang Yan, the experienced chief arrester of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and the legendary Xu Qi'an secretly investigated. As a result, they came to Chuzhou for so long and found nothing.

Chen catches his head and cups his fists: "Li Daochang, Que Yongxiu is the first-class duke after the founding hero, and also the commander of the Chuzhou capital, with a high position and authority. Even in the capital, there are only a handful of people with higher positions and status than him.

"The king of Zhenbei slaughtered the city. There are tens of thousands of soldiers watching in full view, which can be witnesses. But Que Yongxiu asked Li Daochang to explain clearly, how did you investigate and deal with this case?"

The prime minister of Dali Temple and the two censors looked at Li Miaozhen one after another.

Yang Yan, who has a dull personality and lacks enthusiasm for other things, also rarely shows his thirst for knowledge.

PS: Yesterday I coded until three o'clock in the morning and fell asleep. I woke up this morning and finished this chapter intermittently. Baimeng thanked Shan Zhang for having to wait after get off work, um, this chapter was yesterday.