"There are already eyebrows, the breath of the burial soul appears in the south of the town, there are three hundred and two people in that area, more than six hundred cattle, cattle and sheep, and in addition, there are two thousand five hundred and seven possible flowers, plants and stones. The servants immediately responded that they had come to bury their souls www.biquge.info the purpose of their visit.

The so-called buried soul does not refer to the buried soul, but an alternative treasure.

They are made of dead souls, it takes tens of millions of years to condense a burial soul, for the wizard painter, the burial soul is the treasure of heaven and earth, which can help them improve the treasure of the realm, a few days ago, Hou Zun got the news of the burial soul, but Hou Zun did not expect that at this critical juncture, the palace actually invaded, Wang Zun targeted him, so that he had no way to make a move, so after determining the location, he immediately sent his favorite disciple Bai Qianfeng, so that he must retrieve the burial soul.

It's just that the burial soul is difficult to find, and if it is detected, it will disappear and never be found again, so it must be found once and for all, so it will not be given a chance to escape.

"It's too much, keep looking, I'll give you another half a day, and after half a day, start to work and clean up everything that is not a soul burial." A hint of indifference flashed in Bai Qianfeng's eyes.

In the eyes of the strong, the weak are not even as good as ants.

Tens of thousands of people in Yanyun Town were decided to live and die under the words of a hundred thousand winds. In the eyes of the superiors, the people below will always be just ants, like the rulers of the world, who eat the fruits of the labor of the weak, and finally trample on the weak and classify them as untouchables. Those who don't work become princes, and they have fine clothes and food every day, but the laborers can't even guarantee three meals a day. This is true of the world. It's the same with the immortal cultivation world. Even more sorcerers. This kind of person who controls the power of heaven and earth, disregards life far beyond mundane people, and exterminates people in a small town without any mental burden for them.

"Yes!"

The servant replied and vanished, while Bai Qianfeng closed his eyes again and began to warm up his painted ghost.

Half a day passed quickly.

Half a day inside. The servants of Hundred Thousand Winds succeeded in compressing the suspicious people and objects to the limit, only five people remained, all the cattle were eliminated, and only two objects remained, one was the old locust tree in the west of the town, and the other was the big rock in the center of the town.

"Almost, I hope this stimulation can make the funeral spirit appear."

Bai Qianfeng opened his eyes and slowly stood up, behind him. A huge mountain god ghost emerges.

Pitch black, oppressive. Granite-like masonry appeared on the body of this painted ghost, like the gods and demons of the heavens.

"Let's clean it."

Bai Qianfeng gave the order.

"Yes!"

The shadow flashed and vanished.

Half an hour later, the calm of the town was instantly shattered, and the killings began to appear.

Rumble!!

The ancestral hall of Yanyun Town suddenly exploded, and the goatee that was the guardian of the town escaped covered in blood, and behind him, a wizard in black stepped on the blood, this man looked indifferent, and was holding a dead ink eagle in his hand, which was a goatee painting ghost.

Fighting and painting ghosts, a situation that can only occur when absolute strength is suppressed, where does the goatee at this moment not understand the purpose of Baiqianfeng.

"I hate it!!"

The goatee shed bloody tears.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but if he dies, the residents of Smoke Cloud Town will definitely be finished, Goatee doesn't know how many years he has lived here, as the guardian of the town, he has feelings that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, for him, everyone in the town is his relatives.

"I can't imagine that there is still some means to escape from my hands." The man in black spoke in a cold tone.

This person was one of the three servants who entered the town of Smoke Cloud with Hundred Thousand Winds.

"Yanyun Town is Hou Zun's territory, aren't you afraid that Hou Zun will blame you if you do this?!" Goatee looked at the man in black and said.

"Hou Zun?"

The black-clad servant seemed to have heard some of the funniest jokes.

"You were killed by the wizard of the palace, what does this matter have to do with Hou Zun?" The black-clothed servant stepped on the blood and continued.

"What's more, do you think that if there is no order from Hou Zun, we will dare to do something to you? The people who join the Hou Mansion have the seal of the Hou Mansion's protection. ”

The seal of protection was created by the three witch kings, and all the people who killed the forces under the command of the three witch kings would be branded with a mark, and then chased and killed by the forces of the witch king, so under normal circumstances, no one would dare to kill the strong under the command of the witch king, of course, there is no absolute in the world, if this killing order is given by the witch king, the mark will not be triggered, but this situation is very rare, after all, who will be idle and have nothing to do to kill the people under their command?

"Hou Zun, Witch King!!"

The goatee protruded a mouthful of blood, and he had paid a lot of price in order to escape from the man in black, but now that he knew the news, his faith collapsed directly, and most of his life had been lost.

"Don't worry, after you die, the Hou Mansion will give you the title of a martyr, just say that you died in the process of resisting the wizards of the palace."

Speaking of which, the man in black had already walked to a distance of about three steps from the goatee.

"Martyrs? I'm going to fuck the martyrs, and if you want me to die, I'll let you die first! ”

The goatee moved abruptly, his left hand stretched out, and the dead ink eagle painting ghost reappeared, only this time in the form of possession, and the power condensed on his left hand, turning into an eagle claw. The talons were not aimed at the man in black, but at the goatee's own chest.

Puff......

Blood splattered, and a beating heart was pulled out by a goatee.

The black-clothed servant's complexion changed drastically and he retreated frantically.

"You madman!"

"Die!"

The goatee sneered, and with a bang, crushed his heart. The black-clothed man on the opposite side seemed to be being pulled, his body slammed towards the download, smashed to the ground, and several mouthfuls of blood stood out in a row, and the breath on his body was also half weaker, but he finally saved his life, and the breath on the goatee disappeared instantly after crushing his heart, and the whole person stood there straight like that, without breath.

The town of Smoke Cloud is in chaos.

The people who should have been asleep were all awakened, the fire spread wildly, the cries were everywhere, the killing spread silently, and the air of despair enveloped the town.

Bang dang!

Old man Liao, whose beard was burned, slammed open the door of the wooden house and ran in.

"Girl, come with me."

"Grandpa Liao? What's wrong with you? "A little girl in the room was taking care of the paralyzed old man in the bed, and was shocked when she saw the old man Liao coming. (To be continued.) )