In Xiaowei County, which is only one day's journey from Zhongzhou City, a dispute broke out between a nobleman's attendant and an ordinary old man.

There is a jujube tree in front of the old man's house, and the noble man's house is deep in the street where the old man is. The jujube tree will be a hindrance when the sedan comes in and out, so the noble man wants to cut down the jujube tree.

However, this jujube tree was planted by the old man's son, and his son was a Yunqin soldier who had sacrificed his life for the country. This jujube tree has a unique feeling for the old man, so the old man has

Absolutely not allowed.

More and more neighbors were watching, and they all felt that the noble man was too unreasonable. In fact, the jujube tree did not occupy much space, and it was not really able to block the large sedan chair. Cut off the jujube tree.

At most, it just makes the road look cleaner and wider.

The nobleman is in the sedan chair behind the attendants.

He is a slender, white, middle-aged man wearing expensive gauze clothes. Hanging on his waist is a long sword with a bamboo sheath. The hilt is like sapphire and has runes as fine as bamboo leaves.

Listening to the increasingly noisy sound, this slender, fair-skinned middle-aged man opened the sedan curtain, shouted away the attendants, and then smiled and apologized to the old man.

The old man did not expect that this noble man was so gentle and humble, and his attitude was completely different from that of the evil servants, so he was a little frightened.

The slender, fair-skinned middle-aged man in luxurious clothes looked at the old man's fearful gesture of returning the greeting. He smiled slightly and reached out to touch the jujube tree beside him. "It's a nice jujube tree, but it looks a little sick. I'm afraid it's because of the rain earlier."

There are too many, and even the inside is a bit rotten.”

After saying this, his hand left the jujube tree, and then he walked back towards his sedan chair.

Before his hand touched the jujube tree, the jujube tree was still full of vitality. However, just when he turned around and left, the jujube tree began to lose its leaves.

The leaves fell like rain, and there were some subtle but dense sounds in the branches. Drops of sap oozed out from the bark, like drops of crystal tears.

The leaves fell on the old man in succession.

The old man looked at the sap leaking out from the countless tiny cracks on the bark of the tree, and listened to the countless tiny and dense cracking sounds. He understood what was happening, his face became increasingly red, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The surrounding neighbors also understood what had happened, and many people cursed in angry low voices at the same time. However, looking at the noble man walking back to the sedan chair leisurely, they could only be angry and had no choice but to do anything.

Because that person is a practitioner.

They, the ordinary people of Yunqin, are not particularly aware of the situation in the world, but they at least know that after today's spring, the original few practitioners have almost disappeared. They also know implicitly that it seems that only those practitioners who have taken refuge in a certain party can

After being rewarded, they became nobles. And most of the nobles left Zhongzhou and were heading to the easternmost end of the empire because of the news spread by some believers.

Seeing the noble man who seemed to have done nothing, the old man, who was inexplicably sad and angry, could no longer bear it and bumped towards the noble man.

There were screams of exclamation, and a tragedy was about to happen. However, at this moment, a white, chubby hand stretched out and took the old man's hand.

"let me."

The owner of this hand said to the old man.

The old man felt that his strength seemed to disappear in the mire. He turned his head to look at the owner of this hand, and the noble man who was walking towards the sedan also felt something and turned around faster than him.

A young man with ordinary appearance and short and fat body stood next to the old man, his posture seemed to be a little shrinking.

The noble man was slightly startled, and then a mocking look appeared on his fair face. "Who am I talking about? Meng Bai, it turns out to be you."

"Fang Zhongyan, you are a dog that sells its friends for glory. Since you are a dog, you must know how to behave like a dog with your tail between your legs. How dare you come out to bite people?" Because you are naturally afraid of heat, there are some white beads of sweat on your forehead. Look at it.

Looking at this noble man in rich clothes, he said.

The practitioner who chose to surrender to Zhang Ping and became a nobleman sneered: "Meng Bai, what do you want?"

"You were already disgusting enough, but today you are too disgusting, so I want to kill you." Meng Bai straightened his body and said slowly.

Fang Zhongyan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Meng Bai for a moment, and said coldly: "Then you can try it."

The moment he said these words, he had already drawn his sword.

His sword light was very fast, and countless bamboo leaf-shaped sword lights emitted from the sword, making people almost feel like a bamboo forest was growing.

But before the bamboo forest fell on Meng Bai, a white, chubby hand had already stretched out in front of him. The hand clenched into a fist and hit his Adam's apple.

When this hand fell on his Adam's apple, the practitioner felt incredible and extreme fear.

In the view of this practitioner who was extremely confident in his own cultivation, Meng Bai, who was as timid as a mouse, should have been so frightened that he ran away the moment he drew his sword. However, he never expected that not only would Meng Bai

Take action, and the whitened hand will be so fast.

There was a loud thud.

All the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest disappeared. Fang Zhongyan, the famous swordsman in Zhongzhou, Qingzhu Layman, had his throat bone shattered. His body flew out and fell into the sedan he was sitting in before, crushing the big sedan again.

The sedan fell to the ground and died.

All the neighbors who were watching were stunned.

In their eyes, Meng Bai has always been a timid and cowardly fat man, and they all looked down upon Meng Bai. Even now, looking at the fat man whose clothes were a little greasy due to sweating, it was difficult for them to put it down.

Meng Bai was associated with the person who killed Fang Zhongyan with one blow so quickly.

The old man was also stunned.

"The trunk is broken, but the roots may not be broken, and they may be able to grow back." Meng Bai said softly to him.

The old man came to his senses. He did not express his gratitude immediately. Instead, he was worried that Meng Bai would suffer bad luck because of this. He said in a trembling voice: "Go quickly."

"Meng Bai, how dare you do such a thing!"

Fang Zhongyan's attendants also recovered from their daze and screamed in horror.

Meng Bai glanced at the shouting attendants, nodded goodbye to the old man, and then walked slowly towards the attendants without saying anything.

The screaming attendants suddenly stopped shouting, their breathing stopped in fear, and then they let out a cry and ran away desperately.

Meng Bai continued to walk forward. His figure was still not tall in everyone's eyes, but there was no longer any timid look in his eyes.

He knew that Zhang Ping had already started traveling eastward. Regardless of the outcome of the final battle between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi, he no longer needed to pretend to be timid.

"You must win!"

After slowly walking out of the street, the fat young man waved his fist vigorously towards the east and said in his heart.

…

At the end of summer in Yunqin, a huge team was marching towards the east of Yunqin, and as it marched, this team became larger and larger.

More and more devout believers are joining this eastward marching team. The devout followers of the Demon King follow the Demon King's guidance and want to enter the Dragon Snake Mountains to eradicate the sinners who dare to resist the Demon King, and receive the Demon King's gifts there.

Many believers who opposed the Demon King also received guidance from their followers to eliminate some rogue bandits who committed all kinds of evil. Under the propaganda of some believers, they firmly believed that it was the evil thoughts in the hearts of those rogue bandits that gave rise to the Demon King's power.

The main body of this team does not have any troops, and those in the middle are also some people wearing ordinary clothes. However, no matter which party they are believers, they can see that those people are practitioners.

Thinking that there are so many practitioners walking together with them, these believers become more confident and pious.

Because there was no interference along the way, the team had already exceeded 100,000 in size, and based on the rate at which believers joined along the way, it would probably reach hundreds of thousands by the time they arrived in front of the Dragon Snake Mountain Range.

Of course, these hundreds of thousands only accounted for a very small proportion of the population of Yunqin, and were only equivalent to the size of a slightly larger mausoleum city. However, Zhang Ping in the team felt that it was enough.

As more and more believers with two completely different faiths joined this team and argued all day long, but in fact they all followed his will and acted under his control, he felt the world was even more ignorant and ridiculous.

.

In any case, these hundreds of thousands of people are all part of the Yunqin people that Lin Xi and Qingluan Academy fought for and sacrificed for. There are also countless young and old among them.

Zhang Ping became increasingly anxious to see if Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy could raise their soul weapons when facing these swarming people. He really wanted to see Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy kill each other.

The scene when these people died.

It's just that such a team cannot move fast.

Therefore, shortly after Meng Bai killed Fang Zhongyan, several secret notes from Da Mang were passed to Zhang Ping.

Lin Xi captured Purgatory Mountain, freed all the serfs in Purgatory Mountain, expelled all the disciples of Purgatory Mountain, and lost everyone in Purgatory Mountain. Even if Purgatory Mountain is intact, it is just a mountain of death. For Zhang Ping,

There is no support whatsoever.

Faced with these contents, Zhang Ping remained calm and indifferent, because he had foreseen this.

However, when he saw more content described in these secret notes, Lin Xi and Qin Xiyue entered Purgatory Mountain holding hands, looking at the scenery of the erupting volcano... and the picture of the Demon King that was very important to him.

When he saw the picture of his face being destroyed, his cold face became distorted.

His face was distorted to an unimaginable degree, his breathing became extremely heavy, and many purple-red sparks even spurted out from his mouth and nose.

"Lin Xi, I will definitely return double what you gave me!"

Countless tiny sounds pierced through his body, and finally his hand fell on his liver, spurting out a mouthful of thick black blood.

His black blood fell into the carriage, and in every puddle of black blood, there were countless tiny ripples like maggots twisting, as if worms were really trying to emerge from the black blood.

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