Almost in no order.

Thousands of miles away, Wu Changbai, on the north side of Dingyang City, also received a message from Wang Muzhi's Lingying, stood up and rode his horse, and rushed towards the nearest city.

It's not just Qin Lihu, but Wu Changbai.

Jiang Wu, Fang Ada and other leaders of the Northwest Road also launched the campaign together.

Wang Muzhi also looked at Dingyang City shrouded in white mist on the flying eagle.

Buzz!

The invisible aura collided violently under his eyes, which was a crazy battle of more than eight martial saints.

And with this moment of fluctuation, his heart was shocked, and once again, he saw a corner of the future in the ubiquitous light.

Light not only exists in the present, but also runs through ancient and modern times, and even the dependence of time.

The spectroscopic transformation of shadows not only can the transformation of shadows, but its essence lies in spectroscopic separation.

That is, various mysterious magical powers are differentiated from the "light".

After being promoted to the "Director of Duty" of the Ten Capitals, his magical power finally entered the third level. In this moment, he saw more.

Mu Qingliu, Qin Lihu, Yu Baimei, Lu Qingting, Chu Tianyi, Ning Wuqiu, Jiang Wuyang...

The figures of many people in Dingyang City swept past his eyes, and then he felt his eyes drifting to an extremely distant place.

In a trance, he saw a corner of the future.

"puff!"

In an instant, he had sprayed a mouthful of blood from his body, and the seven orifices of his eyes were even more sticky blood flowing out.

"Beidou, Beidou..."

But he seemed to have not realized it, and there was a tremendous doubt and confusion in his eyes, as well as a trace of horror that he himself was not easy to detect:

"How come, why are you still not there..."

...

...

Huh ~

The cold wind blew across the frozen streets.

Somewhere in the crack of the door, I looked over carefully with a horrified look, looking at the people and things frozen in the place like dreams.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Wang, Grandma Lin...you, you..."

Holding tears in his eyes, Fang Han covered his mouth tightly, for fear of making a slight sound.

The boy in the cold wind was shaking.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that after he woke up from the stable that night, everything turned into this.

The domineering butler, the maid with a low eyebrows, the indifferent guard, and even the noble lady.

As well as the Baiyun Horse whom I have served for many years, they all become shadows that seem to be virtual and illusory.

They maintained their last movements and expressions during their lifetime, but they all turned into shadows, unable to move or touch them.

Huh ~

Suddenly, he lowered his body, heard the sound of footsteps, and looked carefully, and saw several Taoist priests in white huddle over.

"It's them..."

Fang Han's heart trembled.

He recognized these people!

Over the past year, these scholars from the Pity of Life Buddhism have preached in various places in the city, given medicine and porridge, and have become very famous in the city.

He had also heard these people preaching, but he felt a little scared whenever he listened, and he didn't go again.

"These people..."

He felt cold in his heart and shrank carefully, but with a sneer, the heavy door was knocked open by a huge force.

One hand grabbed him among the wood chips in the sky.

"Send it, send it!"

Fang Han was shocked, but laughed loudly in his ears:

"Those who can survive the Taoist technique of my mother are all lucky people. This kid can exchange it for at least thirty blood pills!"

"you……"

Fang Han struggled hard, but felt that his arm was as heavy as a mountain, and could not be shaken at all.

It's over...

He was extremely frightened and angry, but he felt cold again. The disappearance of the people in the city was related to that old mother?!

"You guys won't die a good death!"

He was extremely sad and angry, but only responded with a sneer:

"I can't die well? Hahaha, my mother comes out of the mountain, and the world will be my holy teachings, who can..."

The laughter immediately turned into a muffled groan, and the hot blood instantly sprinkled Fang Han's face, and he looked up in horror.

But I saw that the few men in white in front of me were all lost their heads and blood was squirting wildly.

On the street outside the door, there were swordsmen dressed in black, looking coldly:

"Put the body away and find a secluded and safe cellar to hide..."

"Big, hero..."

Fang Han was still in shock and was about to speak, but the swordsman was gone in front of him.

call!

The cold wind blew the long hair, and there was a strong smell of incense and blood in the wind. In a vague way, Yang Yu saw the eight-faced Buddha looming in the white mist.

"Old witch..."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the boiling murderous intent in his heart, Yang Yu turned around and left.

The moment he arrived at Dingyang City, his murderous intent was almost uncontrollable, but he still held back.

call!

He was like the wind, crossing half of the city, and in a few moments, he had arrived at a house.

The huge Dingyang City has become a ghost creature. No, there is not even the ghostly aura. Only here is the most popular place.

"you……"

Outside the house, there was a scholar who found something wrong, and turned around and saw a dark look in front of him.

As soon as his feet moved, Yang Yu showed no mercy. The true weapon was like thousands of sharp blades dancing with him, and blood flowed into a river wherever he passed.

There are many experts in this yard, but to him, it is nothing.

With the blessing of the will of the Martial Saint, his true energy was like a flying sword. Anyone he saw was struck by force to the ground, and he couldn't even scream.

However, until he slaughtered the courtyard, no old man and the others were found.

Not here?!

"No, the old man is here!"

Yang Yu's eyes condensed, and his highly boiling will was induced by the sky eyes and looked at somewhere in the inner courtyard.

Buzz ~

It seemed that there was a stream of white mist flashing and scattering layer by layer under his eyes. However, under the white mist, there was only an empty cage.

The familiar clothes swayed in the wind, and there were birth dates written in undried blood.

This is, a substitute Taoist technique...

Click!

The stone slab under his feet cracked, and Yang Yu reached out to take off the clothes. He still felt warm after buying them.

But a chill that had never felt before instantly filled his whole body, making his hands tremble uncontrollably.

"Mother-in-law, old man, Xiao Si..."

Mu Ran lowered his eyes and raised himself again. Looking at the sky that suddenly became dark, Yang Yu slowly grasped the hilt of the knife:

"God's will is like a knife..."

...

...

Boom!
To be continued...