Even Pingchao had a panicked look on his face, and hurriedly sensed his own Wen Palace, but he couldn't sense it, and he didn't have talent, and all the power of the scholars disappeared.

"Fang Yun!"

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and he almost used all his strength to shout Fang Yun's name.

Suddenly, the anger on Lian Pingchao's face turned into annoyance.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have gone against him, just follow him! What happened to the Ancient Land of Bloodmang? Why did Fang Yun have such a huge power? Will my power disappear temporarily, or will it dissipate permanently? I must have a way to solve it! I must be able to recover the lost power and override Fang Yun! Lord of Blood? I will never believe in such words! Why does a mere Hanlin claim to be the Lord of Blood!

Lian Pingchao thought in his heart, and walked quickly towards Qingyang City, but after walking dozens of steps, he began to pant heavily.

Lian Pingchao's face became more and more gloomy, and he lost the power of a scholar, he was an old man in his sixties, without any power.

A distance of 100 miles can be quickly reached by a scholar, but it is at least five hours for an old man.

Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth and said: "The old man can go all the way from Mengtong to the university, in addition to learning, the first priority, the first thing, the trivial things, it is difficult for the old man." The old man still has Hanhu shells, and there are many divine objects, as long as he recovers a trace of talent, he can make a comeback......"

Lian Pingchao's voice was suddenly interrupted.

"Where's my huhu?"

Lian Pingchao was completely panicked, and began to grope around his body, looking for sleeves, belts, linings, pants, etc., and even reached into the collar of his hair to grope.

Nothing!

Lian Pingchao quickly looked around, there was no one here, and he couldn't care about much, so he took off his clothes one by one, and finally left only a pair of shorts on his body.

Even the tide is like thunder. staring blankly at the clothes laid out below, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his face was like ashes.

"Where did I leave Hanhu Bei? I even touched it with my own hands just now!" Lian Pingchao's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and returned the way he came, looking around as he went. Hopefully, we can find the missing shellfish.

The water had just receded, the ground was muddy, and Lian Pingchao walked one foot deep and one foot shallow, panting all the way.

After looking for an hour, even Pingchao found nothing.

"Fang Yun, you can't die well! I curse you......"

The dignified scholar sat on the muddy ground, scolded, and at first held the shelf, scolded and began to use foul language in the market, and the more he scolded, the more obscene he became.

At this moment, the tide is even flat. It's no longer the great bachelor of the mighty Blood Manggu Land, just an old man who has lost his strength, and he has nothing but anger and corruption.

After scolding for half an hour, Lian Pingchao got up, his face full of defeat, guessing that Fang Yun not only deprived himself of his strength, but even took away Hanhubei. All his gains in the ruins of Dragon City became Fang Yun's.

"Could it be that he has really become the Lord of Blood? No, I firmly don't believe it!"

Lian Pingchao's face showed a resolute look. Start to rush to Qingyang City, as long as you return to Qingyang City, even if you are not a scholar, you will have enough strength to not be as embarrassed as you are now.

Lian Pingchao walked seven or eight steps, and his feet slipped. He fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body covered in mud, and his right elbow fell to the ground.

"Unlucky!"

Lian Pingchao walked a dozen more steps, this time tripping over an inexplicable tree root, and his body fell forward. The body slapped on the ground with a crisp snap, and the whole face was covered in mud.

Lian Pingchao struggled to his feet, cursing as he handled the mud on his body.

He kept moving forward, but he always encountered bad luck, and after walking for only a quarter of an hour, he encountered more than ten similar bad luck.

The last time he got up, a chill rose in Lian Pingchao's heart, because he realized that this was definitely not a coincidence, it was a force that was deliberately targeting him, or that he had contracted a power related to the disaster.

A half-saint can be a blessing or a curse.

The first group of people to move into the Ancient Land of Blood Mang, they all incurred the dissatisfaction of the demi-saints, even if the demi-saints did not personally curse, those people were extremely unlucky, doing all kinds of things unpleasantly, and often encountered all kinds of accidents.

Moreover, all of them died in accidents, and none of them died well!

When that group of people died, their descendants never encountered so many accidents again.

Lian Pingchao finally didn't dare to scold anymore.

"Could it be...... Is he the true Lord of Blood?" Lian Pingchao had an even stronger bad premonition in his heart.

Lian Pingchao started to walk from dawn in the early morning, until the afternoon until he reached Qingyang City, along the way he encountered countless bad luck, was on the head by birds, was almost bitten by poisonous snakes, was chased by wild dogs, his clothes were torn, his face was covered with dry mud, his clothes completely changed color, he walked with a limp, and anyone who saw him would treat him as a beggar.

Walking outside Qingyang City, Lian Pingchao was stunned.

Qingyang City belongs to the Lian family, and there will inevitably be a big flag embroidered with the word "Lian" on the head of the city, if it is not hung, it will hold the generals who defend the city accountable, and now, the big flag of the Lianjia family has all disappeared.

This can only happen if the city changes hands.

Lian Pingchao only felt a heart-wrenching pain, and the most feared thing finally happened.

Lian Pingchao deliberately dressed himself up more sloppily, and after confirming that everyone didn't recognize him, he limped into the city and headed to the City Lord's Mansion.

Before arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, Lian Pingchao saw that the street in front of him was blocked by soldiers, and then prisoner cars passed by, and the wheels rolled on the stone floor making a bone sound.

Even Pingchao saw that his sons, daughters, and grandchildren were in the prison car.

Behind each of them, there was a wooden arrow with a bright red word on it.

Chop!

Lian Pingchao's body shook, and he almost fainted, and there was a discussion of everyone in his ears.

"It is said that it was the scholar Yun Zhaochen who personally arrested the people, and immediately personally supervised and beheaded them, and all the descendants of the Lian family were immediately executed, and the rest of the family members were all reduced to criminals, and their identities could be restored after three generations. ”

"I heard from my brother who was a soldier in the City Lord's Mansion that Lian Pingchao, the old immortal, offended no one for him, and he actually offended the current Lord of Blood!

"I also heard that Lian Pingchao bullied the previous Lord of Blood, took his divine object, wanted to kill him, and almost rebelled. That is, the Venerable has a good temper, and if I change my temper, I will raze the City Lord's Mansion to the ground with a slap!"

"Okay! The sky has eyes! The Lord of Blood really has real ability, and he really has us people in his heart! Even his family does all kinds of evil on weekdays, and the people of Qingyang City dare to be angry and dare not speak, and today they have finally been retributed! The sky has eyes, and the Lord of Blood has eyes!"

"Let's go, let's go see the severed head together, and applaud together!"

"Even my family deserves to die! Back then, I said, Lao Tzu doesn't accept anyone, and whoever can get rid of Lian's family, I will obey whom!"

Lian Pingchao's heart was like a knife at first, and he was in a trance, but soon he was completely numb, and he never expected that he and the Lian family would have such a reputation among the people, and those people were eager to peel their skin and cut their meat, which was simply the biggest denial of the reader.

Lian Pingchao numbly followed the flow of people to the execution ground.

(To be continued.) )