Return of the War God

The wind whistled in Chen Mingshuo's ears, and the speed was extremely fast!

In his life, he has never been so frightened and desperate like this moment. Even when he faced the accusations of the entire sect after the incident of humiliating and brutally killing his senior sister was exposed, Chen Mingshuo had never been so desperate.

There seemed to be a roaring tiger behind him, and he was like a little lamb running wild in a hurry. Even Chen Mingshuo didn't have the courage to look back and just ran away frantically. The strong desire to survive in his heart made him nothing but everything. !

"A hundred feet to the east of the city is a wild jungle, I remember! As long as I escape into the jungle, he will definitely not catch up with me! He will definitely not catch up with me! I will never die! I will definitely be able to escape!"

Chen Mingshuo kept repeating this sentence, cheering himself up, all the energy in his body exploded, and the peak cultivation in the late Origin Soul Realm did not dare to hide in the slightest.

"jungle!"

After quickly jumping out of the city gate, the distance of a hundred meters seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Chen Mingshuo had even seen the wild jungle, and even smelled the smell of the jungle. His heartbeat was extremely fast, and he seemed to have seen himself jumping into the jungle. Then escape!

However, just when he was only ten feet away from this jungle, the somewhat surprised expression on Chen Mingshuo's face instantly solidified!

Because, he suddenly realized that his body was not under his control, but was pulled by a huge suction force and flew backwards. In the end, Chen Mingshuo felt that his head was gently pressed by a thick hand!

"I said that today I want you to die without a burial..."

After hearing this sentence, Chen Mingshuo, who was cold and fearful, lost consciousness.

Somewhere in Qingya City, the blood-red gourd in Qian Tianle's hand slipped from the palm of his hand and rolled to the ground, and a wound the size of a longan appeared on each of his knees. The sharp blade pierced through, and all the holes passed through.

Qian Tianle's face was full of despair as he knelt down slowly. He wanted to continue to stand up, but his kneecap was pierced, which made him lose the ability to move and could only kneel on the ground like a dead dog.

Looking at the black-robed boy walking slowly behind him, Qian Tianle couldn't help shivering with his bright but cold and calm eyes...

Although the other seven murderers fled wildly in their respective directions, unfortunately all of them were captured by the disciples of the Holy Dao scattered around the city, and none of them escaped.

bang bang bang...

The nine murderers were either injured or fainted, but none of them died. They were thrown back to the central square of Qingya City by Ye Wuque and others.

With the arrival of Ye Wuque, Ximen Zun and other 20 people to save the entire Qingya City, the original hell-like situation seemed to have regained some vitality, but the sounds of crying, despair, and sadness that sounded everywhere were still heard.

The twelve murderers killed thousands of people in just half an hour. Most of them were drained of blood from their bodies. Like a corpse.

Although there are tens of thousands of people living in the city, the loss of thousands of people also represents the breaking of most families. Almost every family has relatives who have passed away. Under the double drastic changes of separation of life and death and escaping from death, the entire city has become a A wounded city.

However, these mortal residents living in Qingya City came to the square in the center of the city by coincidence. They came to thank Ye Wuque, Ximen Zun and other twenty people.

Just now, they scattered, saving many seriously injured residents with their own energy and medicinal pills in their hands, pulling many people back from the brink of life and death, and defeating all the murderers in one fell swoop, all the residents in Qingya City came to the city. Said that Ye Wuque and others are uncompromising benefactors.

And when these residents came to the square, they also saw nine murderers who fell to the ground, but in an instant, everyone's eyes turned red!

The unforgettable hatred reflected in the eyes of each pair, it was a blood debt that could not be washed away by all five lakes and three rivers!

Those are the eyes of resentment that want to eat their flesh and drink their blood, never dying!

Ye Wuque and Ximen Zun stood side by side, and the rest stood behind them, and everything in front of them was reflected in their eyes.

As monks, they also felt a sigh of sigh about what happened to this mortal city.

plop plop...

Immediately, in this world, all the surviving residents spontaneously knelt down to Ye Wuque and other twenty people. They were thanking them.

Ye Wuque, Ximen Zun and the others did not stop it, because even if they stopped it, it was useless.

However, at this moment, Ye Wuque's voice sounded and spread to the ears of every city dweller.

"There are a total of twelve murderers who have appeared in this city this time, three of them have already been executed, and the remaining nine are here. We have already banned all their power, and now I will hand them all over to you to avenge revenge. , complaining and complaining..."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque turned around and left, and in his hand, he held the blood-red gourd.

Ximen Zun took another look at the residents who had become crazy, and rushed towards the residents of the nine murderers. The deep eyes of Gu Jing did not waver, and he turned and left.

The rest of the people also turned and left, and the miserable wailing and begging of the nine murderers kept coming from behind, but they were quickly drowned out by the angry crowd.

This method of handling is the most reasonable. Only by letting these residents take revenge with their own hands can the obsession and hatred in their hearts be eliminated, and in the following days, they can slowly forget their pain and regain their strength.

shhhhhh...

Outside Qingya City, 20 figures kept shuttling and returning to their original places.

"Senior Brother Ximen, what do you think about this?"

Ye Wuque and Ximen Zun walked side by side, but the two were talking.

"Twelve murderers are actually united with each other, no matter what they do, it's a strange thing in itself."

Ximen Zun's eyes moved slightly, but he pointed out the problem sharply.

"That's right, as the murderers on the Hundred Murders List, they have always kept the water out of the water and guarded against each other. How can we make the twelve murderers unite together? And cooperate closely with each other?"

Following Ximen Zun's words, Ye Wuque continued to add.

"unless……"

"Unless there is a reason they can't refuse, or a reason they dare not refuse."

With a deep expression on his face, Ye Wuque spoke slowly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"But what I can be sure of is that the purpose of the twelve murderers should be for it."

Raising the blood-red gourd in his hand, Ye Wuque said firmly.

"Except for a very small part of the mortals who were killed in Fangcai City, most of them were like mummified corpses, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be sucked dry by a huge force. Tianle took out this blood-red gourd, sprayed blood mist from it, and completely healed the shattered battle formation. Could this strange power have nothing to do with the corpses that were sucked dry?"

"What do you mean...the purpose of these twelve murderers coming to this city is to absorb a lot of blood with this blood red gourd, and then form that blood mist?"

Ximen Zun thought carefully, Ye Wuque just said a guess, and he made an inference.

"In this way, our appearance can only be blamed on the bad luck of these murderers. Maybe they planned carefully and plotted for a long time, but they happened to be found by Holy Master Linglong, but ordered us to kill them halfway."

On the pavement of Youxiang, Qiu Haiyue's figure flashed, and she came to Ye Wuque and Ximen Zun, opened her red lips, and said her thoughts.

"No accident, it should be like this, the only question now is, what exactly is this blood-red gourd?"

Looking at the blood-red gourd in his hand, Ye Wuque's tone also revealed a hint of doubt.

They have already personally seen that the blood mist sprayed from this blood-red gourd has a very strange power, and it is also very pure. It is definitely not an ordinary power, and this blood-red gourd is definitely not an ordinary treasure, and its origin may be great.

"It doesn't matter if we don't know this thing, we can go back and hand it over to Holy Master Linglong, and then we will inform you of all the experiences. With the knowledge of the deputy suzerain and the three elders, we must have their own opinions."

Ximen Zun made the final decision, and everyone also reached a consensus.

Soon, a group of 20 people returned to the place where Holy Master Linglong was, handed the blood-red gourd to Holy Master Linglong, and told Holy Master Linglong everything that happened before, and also said all the guesses of himself and others. came out.

A slender, slender hand as white as jade was dragging the blood-red gourd, his face was shrouded in a faint brilliance, and he couldn't see the expression of Holy Master Linglong at the moment, as if he was staring at the blood-red gourd.

Elder Shengguang and Elder Zigu stood on either side of Holy Master Linglong, and there was a hint of doubt on the old face.

Only the elder named Shui Tian, ​​who seemed to be about thirty years old, stood quietly and looked at the blood-red gourd in the hands of Holy Master Linglong, his face was very calm.

They couldn't see everything that happened next to Ye Wuque, because the Holy Master Linglong covered it with brilliance.

The huge white lotus flower appeared again, enveloped everyone, and turned into a splendid streamer that soared into the sky.

After sitting cross-legged, Ye Wuque closed his eyes slightly, and began to think about these things in his head.

In the days that followed, Holy Master Linglong and the three elders continued to travel through the teleportation array with everyone. The process was always calm, and nothing else happened.

And whenever he flew in the sky, Ye Wuque was practicing. The white lotus flower and the twenty figures sitting cross-legged were all submerged in their own Yuanli rays of light, and they were speechless.

But a scorching hot atmosphere like boiling water slowly filled up, and each silhouette flashed with a touch of heat and anticipation when the eyes opened and closed after training...

In this way, about half a month later, at the top of a large and majestic city in the center of Zhongzhou, a white lotus crossed the sky and came to this place.