Not only did he shout evil words, but Mo Junrong's movements were also ruthless, showing his viciousness.

Whenever someone didn't avoid it in time, he swung his sword and slashed out the powerful light, directly slashing the poor guy standing in front to death.

Walking forward with scattered corpses and fragments, the streets of Zhongxian Town were full of mourning, and there were terrible screams and cries everywhere.

On the way, several brave cultivators stepped forward, trying to stop the demon who had broken into the town.

But their resistance was like an egg hitting a stone, and as a result, they were all ground into pieces by the sword light, and even their weapons were shattered.

This can frighten the people around him, where did such a powerful demon come from, and why did he come to Zhongxian Town to kill him?

Fiercely rushed to the central area of the town, along the way Mo Junrong estimated that he should have killed at least forty people.

But this number of lives is far from enough, and his target is at least half a town.

When Mo Junrong rushed to the central area of the town, the puppet festival celebration had already begun.

An old man with white hair stood on a makeshift platform and told everyone present about the origin of the puppet festival.

The elders of the town tell the story of the festival, which is a unique way to open the puppet festival.

After telling the story, the town will arrange for the most prestigious master carpenter to draw the wooden dolls stacked on the sacrificial platform for comment.

“...... When the wooden puppet was burned, the wind blew and the sky was full of dark clouds, and the gods in the sky noticed it......"

The old man described vividly on the high platform, talking about the first puppet in the history of the puppet festival, which was burned.

At this moment, a streamer suddenly rose from the back of the crowd, swept over the heads of hundreds of people and rushed to the small square, and landed directly on the high platform.

The streamer dissipated, revealing an unfamiliar cultivator.

This person was dressed in an ordinary silk robe, dirty with grass ash, with a beard on his face and sarcoma-like pimples on his cheeks.

Who is this person, and what does he want to do when he suddenly runs to the stage, is it a special part of the puppet festival celebration?

Unbeknownst to him, the ugly-looking cultivator actually reached out and grabbed the old man's collar and lifted him up.

The old storyteller's hands and feet swiped in mid-air, and his neck was strangled by the collar, making it difficult to breathe.

He blushed and intermittently persuaded, "Nian...... Young man, you ...... What are you going to do, let me go...... Put me down!

Me, I...... I'm out of breath, let me go...... Come down!"

The people who participated in the celebration below also advised the strange cultivators to calm down, and if they had anything to say, they would put the old man down first and then speak slowly.

Mo Junrong didn't pay attention to these people at all, but instead lifted the old man to the edge of the high platform, as if he was going to throw him down at any time.

"Young people...... Let go, let go ......"

Mo Junrong changed his tone and deliberately made his voice hoarse: "Oh yes, since you let me go, then I'll let go!"

As he spoke, he let go of his fingers little by little, letting the old man's collar slide down slowly.

The wooden platform used for speech was two and a half zhang high, and this height was nothing for a cultivator, even the worst Qi Tire Realm cultivator could jump from the platform to the ground without injury.

But now Mo Junrong is carrying an ordinary person, and he is a very old man.

If you fall off the platform, you can break a lot of bones at least and kill you directly. Latest

The old man found himself in a suspended situation, and quickly raised his hand to hug Mo Junrong's arm, and begged again and again, "Don't ...... Don't let go, don't let me fall...... Please......"

There were righteous indignant people in the crowd who couldn't stand it anymore, and crowded to the front and pointed at the strange cultivator and shouted: "Who are you, you actually came to the Puppet Festival in Zhongxian Town to spread wild, is it really that there is no one in Zhongxian Town?"

Hurry up and send the old man back to the stage and kowtow to him to apologize, otherwise we will be rude to you!"

"That's right, although my Immortal Town is a town, not everyone can come to make trouble!"

"This guy rushed in from outside the town just now, and he has killed dozens of people, and he is a crazy person at all. ”

"Since you're crazy, don't talk nonsense with him, take him down quickly, otherwise the puppet festival will be disturbed!"

The first person stood up to take the lead, and the other onlookers also became emboldened and came out to accuse Mo Junrong.

The old man who was carried by Mo Junrong also took advantage of everyone's accusations to persuade the other party to stop.

"Young people...... You don't have to be impulsive, have something to say...... If you have something to say, what ......"

Bang, a crisp slap sounded, and Mo Junrong slapped the old man's cheek fiercely, scolding: "Noise!"

Where could the old man withstand such a powerful slap, his head tilted and he was suddenly fainted.

Mo Junrong looked at the cultivators who stood up below and wanted to come out, sneered and pulled out his dagger and put it across the old man's neck.

"I am the right-hand man of Lord Zheng Qiu, and I have come to hunt down my lord's mortal enemy, Mo Junrong.

Mo Junrong went out quickly after entering Zhongxian Town just now, did he get some news that he shouldn't get?

Say, did someone reveal news that was unfavorable to Lord Zheng Qiu?"

Mo Junrong shouted loudly in a hoarse voice, and kept aiming his dagger at the crowd below.

"Well, since no one knows, I'll start with this old man. ”

Mo Junrong didn't give the people in the square any time to react at all, and when the words fell, he swiped the dagger and directly cut off the old man's neck.

With blood spraying on his face and clothes, he dropped the body off the platform and continued to point his dagger at the crowd for questioning.

"Well, I'll kill another one, and see how long you can get your mouth!"

Hearing that this person, who claimed to be Zheng Qiu's right-hand man, was threatening everyone so arrogantly, the anger of the cultivators and ordinary people present was immediately aroused.

Immediately, two people brandished their weapons, jumped high and attacked the wooden platform.

From the shape of the qi light on these two people, Mo Junrong could see at a glance that they were Qi Realm cultivators, and this kind of realm was similar to a stronger ant in front of him.

He drew his long sword in his left hand, and the flame-like golden-red light on his wrist flashed, and he casually slashed out a sword light with the power of the Qi Hua Realm.

The sword light slashed through the air, smashing through the cultivator's weapon on the left with a thud, and then cutting it off.

The two corpses erupted with red flowers, which were thrown to the sides under the action of inertia, and fell on the tower where the wooden puppets were placed not far away.

The other cultivator moved a little slowly, and he was shocked when he caught a glimpse of the person around him being slashed to death by the other party's sword.

He immediately clapped his hands and shot out the qi wave, wanting to use the reverse thrust force of the qi wave to stop the forward momentum and retreat.

But how could Mo Junrong give him this opportunity, his right hand rolled forward, released a circle of arc-shaped energy, grabbed his feet and dragged him back.