Chapter 200 The City of Compassion (Three)

He held the soft glutinous dumpling in one hand and waved the cold electric whip with the other. Wherever he went, there were sorrows. In a blink of an eye, no one of the dozen guards in the Mu Mansion stood intact with his limbs.

Yu Ding, who was swept off the long whip, "Pa!" The ground was like a snow-white flying fish, wandering around, scaring Gui Xiu so much that he jumped up and dodged. The whip was thick and soft, and when it moved, it flew like a dragon and snake, with wind, frost, snow dew, cold light and light flash. Who dared to get this whip in vain?

So the passage connecting the suburbs and the altar dispersed and unobstructed. The man hugged the child tightly and strided hard, and the light and shadow rushed out of Wusu Street.

Mu Nanxue's face turned pale and summoned her natal weapons to take action, but she was caught by the eldest lady of the Mu family.

She said coldly: "Axue."

"sister!"

Mu Nanxue looked at her and didn't understand why her sister wanted to stop her.

"Nan Xue, that person is definitely not practicing Qi. The magic weapon in his hand is definitely not an ordinary spiritual weapon. I don't want you to be injured. Besides, that child is not that important. If you continue to get entangled with him, it will be afraid that it will delay our business."

Her tone was plain and gentle, as if she was persuading her, she was trying to avoid misfortune, and she even judged the situation.

The man's arrogant tone just now was not just talking nonsense, he had enough confidence to crush everyone present.

Miss Mu Nan couldn't see through his cultivation level. No matter who sees him, he is just an ordinary Qi training layer, but once he takes action, it's hard to beat him.

"But sister, what about the face of our Mu Mansion? That child is not important, but now it's someone stepping on our faces and showing off his power!" Mu Nanxue retorted angrily.

When Mu Nanxue roared, everyone else heard it. He avoided the onlookers watching the ghost cultivators cast gloomy eyes at them. The guards of Mu Mansion who had fallen all over the ground were shaking in pain, and their faces were pale and ashamed.

Everyone in Shuofang City knows that Miss Mu's family went out to do something big some time ago, so she has been injured and needs to rest for a while and should not engage in any action with others to prevent the recurrence of the old injury.

But speaking of this, since the eldest lady of the Mu family came to Fengdu for so long, although various speculations and rumors spread to the eldest lady of the Mu family, no one has truly seen her ability.

She is... really capable, right?

I have only heard that the dignity of a strong man cannot be offended, so... she is really hurt so much?

Just because of the appearance of such an ugly man, they seemed to have broken the perfect mirror of Miss Mu's family and had a hint of suspicion about her.

The young lady of the Mu family did not know what kind of rumors her "bearing humiliation" would bring to her future.

"When Ye Jin comes out of seclusion, he will definitely come to see me and deal with our affairs first, as for these matters later."

When she heard Gu Yejin coming, Mu Nanxue was still breathing deeply in a bad mood, but she was still persuaded by Miss Mu Nan.

But Hua Ji heard the words of the eldest lady of the Mu family on the side, and was panicked and anxious. He knew that she was planning to give up on the flowery, but he didn't want to.

He is currently at the twelve levels of Qi training, unable to control the weapons or the air, and can only rely on his legs. He is about to chase after him, but he is determined to be in the same place by the eldest lady of the Mu family.

"Hua Ji, if you plan to catch up, I won't wait for you to come back."

Hua Ji's feet suddenly felt like they were filled with lead, and he could not take another step.

His expression flashed through the struggle of choosing and choosing. Finally, his eyelashes drooped, and the unaware of Lu Che's eyes were filled with vicious toxins: "I know, I know."

——

On the outskirts of the Baili City of Mercy, the cold and black air surging on the ground is almost connected with the horizon, as if endless night is about to come.

After Fu Wanyan judged the direction, he threw out the array flag in his hand, and it checked the four colors of purple, red, green and orange to the center of Qianyuan.

As soon as the formation flag plunged into the ground, it spread out "hula", and used it as the benchmark dot to pull out an isolation formation that rushed straight to the sky. The thin and transparent formation blocked the mummy rushing out of the destroyed temple.

They are driven by ghost energy, and they open their eyes that are completely black and evil, and they yearn for bloodthirsty and flesh-eating without wisdom and irrationality.

roar--

Chenghong spread his wide sleeves and stomped on lotus under his feet, like a white crane standing in the air by the clouds.

His thumb and index finger were linked together, and his palm was swung down. The golden eyes of the spirit light expanded from his palm and shook the thick miasma ghost energy that suffocated his mouth and nose.

Lu Ziyin waved his sword with his low waist and his palm. The sword light coldly cut through the ghost energy that was clamoring. He quickly formed a dirt seal and supported it on the ground with one palm. The roaring air current immediately stirred up a half-meter of earth waves, and sent all the stone and earth walls that were smashed by the mummy to pieces and returned them to the ground.

Yan Tianjiao flew into a rope beam, and quickly walked around them. He had turned countless circles in one breath, quickly erecting a thicker layer of ice that was five inches thick to form a new wall.

The four of them completed a joint cooperation in a very short time, which temporarily stopped the actions of these mummies.

"Why did these mummies suddenly survive?"

Lu Ziyin turned the sword into a small romantic fan, and he patted the dust on his body with disgust.

Yan Tianjiao had already covered himself with a layer of spiritual power as soon as possible, not as slow as Lu Ziyin's reaction.

He had just used his spiritual power, and the frost aura lingered above his eyebrows. His phoenix eyes twitched, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Living? You probably can't die anymore."

Lu Ziyin turned a deaf ear to the poisonous snake's words, but turned his face to look at Chenghong. Of course, he had to ask professionals for such things.

Chenghong fell to the ground, his body was not stained with dust. He moved the rosary in his hand and said calmly: "These people should have died of blood and blood by an extremely evil technique. I just tried it out intently. The three souls and seven spirits in their bodies were gone, and the souls of life and death disappeared. There is an evil technique called corpse zombie. They suffered all the torture before they died, so they were very resentful. Therefore, whenever someone did some corpse refining techniques, they would completely become tools for killing in the other party's hands..."

Lu Ziyin was shocked: "Who is using these mummies?" He thought for a moment: "Can it be that people from Fengdu made it?"

After listening to Chenghong's narration, Yan Tianjiao thought of something: "The City of Mercy mentioned the blood slave, and these zombies appeared now. Could it be that someone wanted to use these things to deal with Mercy City, or... they wanted to deal with us?"

Lu Ziyin also looked serious: "We came to Fengdu to deal with the blood slave for the city of Compassion. Now we just happened to run into it. According to Master, these mummies might not be blood slaves during their lifetime, but they became strange things like this that are not ghosts, but not ghosts, and corpses, but they are now."

Since they accidentally bumped into the situation, what should they do next?

These mummies were miserable before they died. Now they have become zombies and cannot survive. I am afraid that in the end, even a complete corpse will not be able to be kept.

In the mortal world, people believe that after the corpse is cremated, they will not be reincarnated in the next life, which is also unfilial to their parents. Although this kind of statement has not been paid attention to in the cultivation world, it is also an extremely offensive thing to the deceased after death.

"Keep it can only be a disaster, just get buried."

Yan Tianjiao was not as sentimental as Lu Ziyin. He did not feel compassion for these evil things. Since he died, he should return to the dust and earth as earth.

Be buried in the soil and be safe.

A layer of ice-blue light appeared on his body, and a cracked ice-breaking cold attacked from his feet towards the zombie imprisoned by the ice and the formation flag.

A hundred zombies were still striking and roaring until they were unconsciously covered by ice and were overwhelmed by the head, becoming an ice lump that could not be moved, and they were still keeping their eyes open.

Lu Ziyin opened his eyes, Fu Wanyan looked indifferently, Yan Tianjiao gently held his palm, and then responded with a "bang", the ice tug cracked, and the broken corpse wrapped in the ice surface broke all over the floor.

Although the zombie zombie is a corpse, it will not hurt, bleed, and will not die again, it will not be able to move if it breaks into pieces like this.

At this time, Chenghong took a few steps forward, and the Buddhist beads on his hand turned on his wrist. When they floated into the sky, he became huge. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

The Brahma culture is filled with golden light, and then gradually spreads out softly. The ice melts with heat, and the Brahma singing forms a great sorrow from the low rhyme, which makes the heaven and earth shroud in this solemn and magnificent Buddha light.

In an instant, the black air on the zombie zombie gradually seeped out, forming an extremely strong resentment. However, when these black resentment floated and rose, it disappeared without a trace under the light golden light of the bright and precious words Dharma image.

boom!

A large pit collapsed on the ground, and the broken ice corpses sank, and they were eventually buried in the soil.

After solving all this through Yan Tianjiao and Chenghong, one martial arts and one article, Lu Ziyin said with some worries: "We have to rush to the City of Mercy as soon as possible. If these mummies are really blood slaves, then what can the other party use to control so many blood slaves at once?"

"After all, it's not the intention to save all living beings." Yan Tianjiao summarized with a cold sentence.

Seeing that the matter came to an end, Fu Wanyan suddenly spoke out: "I just saw a figure coming out of the ruined temple outside, and he was heading towards the city of Compassion."

The three of them looked at her together as soon as they heard this.

Yan Tianjiao's eyes were like cold stars: "You let him go like that?"

Lu Ziyin looked at her in disagreement.

Wei Chenghong's expression looks like the Buddha who sees sentient beings unchanged.

Fu Wanyan glanced at them, put his hands between his abdomen, and his back was straightened. She said, "Since the master asked me to do the task of responding externally, I would not leave casually. If you really encounter danger inside and need rescue, wouldn't I make a big mistake? Besides, since I saw that the man was suspicious, I wouldn't really do nothing. I set up a tracking talisman on him, and as long as he did not leave Fengdu, I could find him."

Her words made the matter clear, without any misunderstandings, and even what she did was perfect. This woman was a smart person. No wonder Wushuang Realm sent someone like her with a low level of cultivation to deal with the "blood slave" of the City of Compassion.

The atmosphere between the four people was a little quiet for a moment.

And at this moment, the ghost energy that covered the surroundings was like a ray of light on its back actually dissipated around. If they had not been purified by others, they would have been consumed by the heaven and earth at a very slow speed. But at this time it was like a pool of stagnant water that was smashed into a big hole, and the ghost energy quickly disappeared...

"What's going on?"

They suddenly looked at Chenghong, and he was staring at him and pondering, obviously he was not doing it for purifying the ghost energy.

Who did that?

The barrier formed by the ghost energy was already fragile, and the real scene of the sky outside was revealed bit by bit. When they looked forward, they saw that the black fog covering their eyes dissipated by the wind, a tall man in a white cloak was walking towards this side in the hazy and blurry light and shadow.

The sky hanging from the dark and low pressure outside was a misty wind. There was a misty mist. When the crystal snowflakes fell, they were dancing like jade butterflies. The man walked slowly in the snow. When the wind blew, the black green hair tangled with the fluff on the edge of the cloak and flew gently.

But he was not alone, and there was a small figure next to him.

The little doll walked steadily in the snow, with one hand being held and the other pressing against his chest. He was wearing a Taoist robe-style suit with a slanted placket and a small cloak, but he did not wear a hat like an adult.

This big and small walk from such a gray background, but it seems like the only bright and vivid color that is embellished. Traveling thousands of mountains and wading thousands of waters, their journeys are all different landscape paintings.

Bang, bang, bang—

Fu Wanyan's eyes were slightly stunned, and her eyes were staring at the white and pure figure of Mu Shuang. For some reason, she felt a destined feeling in the dark.

"Dad, there's someone in front of you."

A crispy little doll sound with a soft and sweet voice.

It turns out that this is a father and son.

"Um."
To be continued...