Tianji Empire, Qianzhou Boundary, Mangzhong City.

Depressed streets.

The three down-and-out men were surrounded by the members of the Holy Son's Order, kneeling on the cold hard ground, shivering.

The leader of the Saint Son Regiment of Mangzhong City is named Lin Chuang, and he is an immortal cultivator of the third realm.

Lin Chuang seemed to appear out of thin air, and after that disaster, he led the Holy Son Regiment to occupy Mangzhong City.

Lin Chuang is from a second-rate sect in the Nantian Continent, and his essence is a killer, but he doesn't use any magic weapons, he only relies on his skills to kill people, and his pursuit is to be secretive and silent, so he has always been unknown.

The reason why Lin Chuang went from dark to light and became the leader of the Holy Son Regiment was traced back to a month ago.

He received a mission to go to Mangchong City to assassinate a big man.

He stepped on the target spot, and when everything was ready to go, he ran into four people who changed his life.

A young man with heavy eyes is followed by an old man, a fat man, and a middle-aged man with a hooked nose.

Lin Chuang and the four of them passed by on the street, and the man with heavy pupils suddenly turned around.

Lin Chuang was instantly locked by a terrifying aura and didn't dare to move.

The man with heavy pupils seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, he said to Lin Chuang. "You're a killer, if I could make you kill as many people as you want, would you work for me?"

Lin Chuang's whole body is occupied by fear, and if he refuses, death will find him.

He nodded.

The man with heavy eyes smiled. "I'll wipe out two-thirds of the people in this city, and the rest will be yours, you don't have to sneak around anymore, now, come to me. ”

Lin Chuang seemed to be enchanted, and stepped forward, the heavy pupil man lightly touched his wrist, and the black dragon mark emerged from the depths of his soul, revealing on the skin of his wrist, and his body and mind were washed anew.

He found the true meaning of existence, served the dragon god, and became a messenger of the god.

Mangzhong City fell in one day, and Lin Chuang became the leader of the Holy Son Regiment, occupying the entire city for the sake of power.

Back to the present, Lin Chuang looked at the three men kneeling on the ground, one was the original city lord, and the other two were also high-ranking lords, and the gorgeous clothes of the past were not worn out.

Lin Chuang's tone was frivolous: "It's not good to be a coolie, and you still want to escape, do you know how big a crime it is?"

The original lord of the city pleaded bitterly. "I really can't bear it, I can't do those jobs, please raise your noble hand and spare me, let me do something else, I can join you, I will do whatever you ask me to do." ”

Lin Chuang looked contemptuous and didn't eat this. "Don't you look down on these miscellaneous soldiers the most, Lord of the City? ”

The original city lord knelt and climbed two steps, hugging Lin Chuang's legs. "You don't remember the villain, you bypassed me, I was in duty at the time. ”

"What can people like you do?" Lin Chuang volleyed three feet in the air, as fast as lightning, and the necks of the three people were sunken into one piece, and they directly lost their breath.

Lin Chuang was a ruthless master, and after killing people, he made a random gesture, and several of his subordinates came up to carry the body away.

Lin Chuang felt that his body and mind were smooth, Mangzhong City had long been his, and this feeling of mastering everything was really good.

Every now and then, a voice appears in his head, conveying only one command: find the person born on July 5, 2027.

He didn't know where the person born that day was sacred, and he could attract the attention of the gods, and the order was that he would rather kill 10,000 by mistake than let one go.

However, the people of this Mangzhong City have almost been wiped out, although there are still some fish that have slipped through the net, and it is a matter of time before they are caught.

Lin Chuang felt a little tired and returned to his residence.

It was a four-storey mansion of a wealthy merchant with a large courtyard with a separate garden surrounded by towering trees and full of greenery.

Perfect abode, now belongs to him.

Lin Chuang arranged the guards, came to the fourth floor, lay on the soft bed, and the next person brought wine, he got up and drank two sips, fell down and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he looked up at the dark dragon, his heart full of pride and adoration.

He is a messenger of the gods, and every night he can see a black figure, which is the company of the dragon god, and it is always by his side, giving him peace of mind.

Suddenly, a small voice from the outside world pulled him out of his dream.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

A chill surged from the depths of Lin Chuang's heart.

He directly released the spiritual power shield and broke out of the door, and the members of the Holy Son Regiment guarding the door were like being bitten to death by wild beasts, and fell everywhere in a mess.

Lin Chuang broke out in a cold sweat on his back, something was too wrong.

The guards were so close to where he slept that they died without even knowing it, without even making a sound.

He, an immortal cultivator of the third realm, didn't even notice anything.

Lin Chuang had only one thought in his heart, it was too dangerous here.

With killer instincts, Lin Chuang knew he had to go to an open area where the enemy had nowhere to hide.

There was a sound of the floor loosening somewhere around, like a talisman.

Lin Chuang wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran quickly.

As he ran, he shouted: "Someone! There are enemies, cheer me up." ”

Lin Chuang knew that the enemy's realm was higher than his own, and those mortals of the Holy Son Regiment would not be of much use.

However, in the face of fear, people will subconsciously huddle together to keep warm.

In addition, cannon fodder can also stall for time.

Lin Chuang ran to the first floor and kicked open the final door hard.

The moonlight filled the courtyard.

The sight on the other side made him subconsciously scream.

Nothing creeps Lin Chuang more than what is in front of him.

As an immortal cultivator of the third realm, he was still a killer, and now he was like a rabbit who was scared stupidly.

At some point, between the trees in the courtyard outside the gate, finger-thick steel cables were pulled and woven into steel cobwebs.

The corpses of the members of the Holy Son Regiment hung on it, their necks hung from steel cables, and hundreds of people swayed up and down as if they were dancing in a neat group dance in the air.

Lin Chuang's scalp was numb, he didn't even think about it, he directly sacrificed the wind sword, and his spiritual power was output with all his strength, soaring into the sky.

Transform into a bright spot in the air and fade into the distance.

He's not stupid, it's fatal to run a second late in this situation.

The flying sword swept across the sky, and he could fly as far as he could.

Until the spiritual power was exhausted, Lin Chuang landed in a forest.

He had run a long way, but he still couldn't feel at ease, as if he had suddenly telepathically known that he was still in the hunter's trap.

So he didn't look back, and ran again.

In Mangzhong City, after Lin Chuang escaped with the sword, two figures, one tall and one short, came out of the house.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, making it impossible to see people's faces.

The short figure asked, "How did you come up with this method, to live like an artist?" ”

"The gods you believe in have given me some inspiration. ”

"Tsk, sometimes you're really scary, especially lately. ”

The tall man was silent.

"Let's go, let's go hunting. "Behind the tall figure is golden wings with a wingspan of more than four meters, illuminating the world.

It also illuminates the faces of two people.

It is the punishment of the Thousand Feather Pavilion and the know-it-all Zhang Sanshi.

Xing Feiyu dragged Zhang Sanshi, like an eagle catching a chicken, and chased in the direction of Lin Chuang's escape. （）