They didn't need to break through, and the northerners didn't need reinforcements, and the entire neighborhood where the prison was located was completely wiped out by this earth-shattering blow. www.biquge.info This is the first time that Yinchen has completely and thoroughly exerted the strength of the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, and it is very likely that it will be the last time. He finally saw the power of the tenfold awakening of the former treasure magic weapon, which was really a terrifying level of the forbidden spell of the slaughtering city. He didn't dare to imagine what kind of disaster would be caused if the 36 fists were all out and the power of the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist was maximized.

Silver Dust knew very well that if he had the opportunity to use the Bright Apotheosis, let alone 36 punches, even if it was 300 punches, he could do it in an instant, and at that time, his attack power was the level of a high-ranking law god. Under the sky, in the world, there is no one in front of him.

"Let's go. Silver Dust put away the gods and crowned them, said to a few people who had already been stunned, and then walked out of the ruins without looking back.

Yes, ruins, ruins after a nuclear explosion. The chances of survival of the people here, whether they were jailers, prisoners, or transferred guards, were extremely slim.

【Blood Yang City・Lu Qingyun's Uncle's House】

When the blood-stained leather whip fell, Lu Feilong used his back full of fat to take all the anger of the official and military master, but he didn't have the courage to say a word.

His pain was very great, the flesh on his back had already been turned over, and the white broken bones even jumped out of his body cavity and scattered on the ground around him, he felt that he was about to faint, but he couldn't because he knew that once he softened, he would be carried by those officers and soldiers into the moat.

"Lu Qingyun, you little rabbit cub! Hurt your uncle-in-law to such a field! Come back as soon as the fuck is coming! You know how to fool around on the street!" Lu Feilong cursed viciously in his heart, but on the surface, he still had to pretend to be a pet dog who pleases his master, shaking his huge fat buttocks, enduring the tearing pain on his back, and flattering: "A few military masters! Wait patiently! That kid will really come back in the morning! Wang Shi locked the four city gates, and he was afraid that he would run away? If he could find another place to stay, he wouldn't have run to the small place to avoid the limelight!" he said with deep affection, and really looked like he was going to the soup for the sake of his master, and the military leader who had pumped him looked at the big mouth wound on his back, and seemed to be very satisfied, put down his whip, and closed his eyes against the door frame.

At this time, this alley is full of black holes, and it looks not much different from before dark, but in fact, there are 50 sturdy men in black who have been ambushed here, and of course, there are 3 soldiers in armor who are used to make sense, these men in black are all at the disposal of the armored soldiers, and the armored soldiers will not let them do anything other than arrest and kill.

A full hour has passed since they were ambushed here. An hour ago, Lu Qingyun's brother-in-law, Lu Feilong, reported the "whereabouts" of Lu Qingyun and his group to the Northern Military Government.

Lu Feilong originally thought that he could rely on this ability to whistle from the "imperial army" in the north There is a good reward, just like he told the government of the Southern Empire thirteen years ago, he begged for two acres of thin fields outside Xueyang City, barely supporting their family, of course, there is a price, that is, he has to take over the son of his and wife, a relative who died tragically in prison because of this, even if he gives him dog food, he has to feed him and beat him, so that he will not be looked down upon by the neighbors, and will not be driven out of the clan as a traitor by the old people in Lujiajie, and this poor boy who was bullied by the two of them in every way, but had to pretend to be well-behaved in front of outsiders in order to ask for a bowl of relatively good leftovers, is now a disciple of the Golden Daomen Secret Sect, relying on a long knife to cross the rivers and lakes.

This is the reason why Lu Feilong decided that Lu Qingyun had nowhere to go but to go to him. In the face of the enemy who forced his parents to death, and in the face of the so-called "family" that bullied him in every way, if he had any better place to go, how would he remember that he still had such a fat and swollen "uncle"? "He would have regarded those miscellaneous rotten people outside as his father and mother! The eighth king who has forgotten his ancestors! Is there still an elder like me in his eyes?" Lu Feilong saw that the military leader closed his eyes and took a nap, and quickly and quietly lowered his buttocks, moved his legs, and put on a relatively comfortable posture and prostrate on the ground. He didn't have the courage to stand up.

Lu Feilong complained about why Lu Qingyun didn't come back and "threw himself into the net", and on the other hand, he also secretly felt that he seemed to have lost some money this time. He did not receive any reward as he had envisaged, but received a whip first, because the commander of the army was tired of waiting, and that was it. Lu Feilong felt that the temperament of the northerners was a little unbearable, and it was obvious that he had a meritorious informant, why did he punish him first?

He never seemed to notice the rattail pigtails of the soldiers' heads, which symbolized servile money.

After Nie Wan left, a large number of regular troops from the Northern Kingdom followed this great general who could truly convince the people of the world and left Blood Yang City and threw themselves into the frontal battlefield of Luoyun City. On the side of Xueyang City, almost all of them fell into the hands of Jianzhou slaves, so the number of well-mannered northern boys wearing chain mail among the ironclad soldiers has decreased sharply, and there are more and more Jianzhou minions wearing bulky plate armor, dragging rat tails, and bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. It also made the people of Blood Yang City who stayed here more and more seriously threatened by the massacre.

The massacres have not been staged since the early hours of yesterday morning, but the sporadic and small-scale massacres and torture have never stopped, and the number of victims has exceeded the victims of the massacre. These situations, these changes, Lu Feilong doesn't understand, or doesn't want to understand, he only thinks that he can tell the truth, can tie up with powerful people, and he can soar, his ideal this time is to be a small county magistrate in the surrounding county.

He thought that this reward would come naturally, but he didn't expect that his new master would be so difficult to serve, moody, and whipped before the reward came down, and he didn't know what a terrible group the slaves of Jianzhou were. Aunt and nephew ***sm slaves, human and animal intercourse, all kinds of disgusting things that can reflect their supreme authority over slaves have been done, even the founding emperor of the northern country has said: Jianzhou slaves, barbaric and yin, can only be slaves forever, and must not be allowed to enjoy any "national" treatment. Its servile culture and its inferior roots can be seen.

Today's Lu Feilong, just with selfish intentions, disregarded the morality of the clan and the general righteousness of the nation, and pushed himself into the fire pit in a daze.

He didn't know it when he entered the fire pit, and when he was wondering why the northerners treated the people who came to surrender so roughly, there was a tremor on the ground.

The sky suddenly brightened as day. The military leader snapped up, walked to the window, and stared blankly at the sky-high light. For tens of minutes after that, no one knew what was really going on, but everyone was terrified. That makes it clear that even if there is a natural disaster, how can manpower make such a big movement.

And dozens of minutes later, Lu Feilong didn't know that he was already in a catastrophe.

"Get up, follow us!" The last sight Lu Feilong saw in the free world was two Jianzhou men in Chinese costumes who suddenly broke through the door.

"Great official, Lao Tzu is developed!" Lu Feilong saw their dress, his heart blossomed, and the whip marks on his back didn't hurt anymore, so he quickly got up with a grunt, with a flattering smile on his face, and followed him in a flattering way, and he never came back.

【Blood Yang City North・Black Mountain Villa Secret Base】

"There is such a big flaw in servile culture?" Yinchen looked at the pigtailed soldiers who opened the door of the mansion with a group of more than 20 people, and sighed for no reason.

Although most of the Jianzhou Tartars are loyal and good slaves, if they really encounter such a powerful and invincible force as us, they will still obediently kneel down and beg for mercy. As long as we kill them in fear and cripple, we will not worry that they will not bow down at our feet with their whole people. The leading "ghost elder" crossed the threshold with his hands behind his back, like a Jianzhou Belle master, and walked into the cramped front yard, while also explaining to Yinchen triumphantly.

He was vague, but Silver Dust knew that it might be another horrific "cold-blooded feast". His spiritual power quickly swept over the several Jianzhou soldiers who were waiting here, and found that there was a chaotic and evil air flow like poison hidden in their bodies, this air flow did not follow the route of the divine power at all, but only revolved around everyone's fragile heart veins, like a time bomb near the heart. Silver Dust felt a chill all over his body, he knew very well that this power had nothing to do with any poison on the market today, it was completely the result of a mysterious divine skill that the Demon Pavilion's most habitual use had forcibly penetrated into his body. This kind of figure is not far from the so-called holy medicine of the Poison Dragon Sect.

"Looking at their costumes, they don't look like some low-level characters!" Yinchen complimented casually, pretending not to care as he walked a few steps to follow the old man in the Demon Pavilion.

"What about them? That's the people with the red flag of Manchuria in the 3824 banner of Jianzhou Nu'er. You also know that the number of slaves in Jianzhou is not large, but there are many grades such as 369 and so on, the Eight Banners of Manchuria, the Eight Banners of Tiebei, and the Eight Banners of the Southern Barbarians, respectively, are their own people, who took refuge in the northern Tartars of the past, and forcibly conscripted the people of the empire in the past, and the level is lower than the first. The Eight Banners of Manchuria are the best, but this red flag is inlaid with it...... Hehe, the position in the Eight Banners of Manchuria is a bit awkward. The ghost old man himself touched his nose a little embarrassed, and walked quickly to a small door in the courtyard.

"Brother, the power of this Jianzhou slave is not a joke, it is already very good for the teachers and their generation to be able to do this, thinking that above the imperial court, there are no less than a hundred princes of ten thousand households, but none of them dare to do such a bold thing!"

Yinchen didn't need to look back to know that Yin Xueli, Lu Qingyun, and Wen Qingsong walked up slowly and even a little reluctantly, followed by more than a dozen black-clothed men with a calm breath, and the outfits of those people, Wen Qingsong had seen them, just when he went to see Long Aotian for the last time.

These black-clothed people seem to be following lazily and sloppily at random, but in fact, from the moment they intercepted the fleeing Yinchen group in the middle of the road, they have been consciously or unintentionally forming a loose semi-encircling arc, and the center of the arc happens to be Yin Xueli.

Silver Dust They knew that these people had not died in their hearts for plundering Yin Xueli, although Silver Dust had rescued Sakura Shixuan, who was vital to them.

The small door was respectfully opened by the Jianzhou slaves who had been waiting for a long time, and a group of people rushed in, and at this moment it was already ten minutes after the explosion in the prison, and the ghost old party who had been "prepared" arrived nearby before the northern army came to check the situation, and ushered in the "childe" in their mouth in the ruins Sakura Shixuan, the scene of meeting is considered touching, it is needless to say that the people in Black Mountain Village are grateful to Yinchen and others, but they still want to take Yin Xueli away, Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun are unwilling to agree to this no matter what, how can there be such a thing in this world that escaped from the tiger's mouth and fell into the wolf's den?

The two sides were deadlocked for less than a second, and the deadlock was broken by Yinchen's words: "It's useless to quarrel and fight here now, we still have to move us to a safe place and think about it again! Everyone, touch your respective heads! Weigh how much gold this head can be exchanged for in the Northern Military Mansion! I believe that I don't need to say, you will be able to see your wanted warrant when you get up early tomorrow morning!" Although the words were playful, they were also fair, and the ghost old and the others immediately had a great impression of him, so they patted their chests and said that they had an excellent hiding place, and with the approval of Yinchen, this was the situation that their group was escorted all the way here by 13 personal soldiers wearing the costumes of the nobles with red flags in Jianzhou Nuer.

Entering the small door, the guests and hosts sat down, Yinchen was about to sit next to Lu Qingyun, but he didn't expect to be pushed by Yin Xueli, Wen Qingsong took advantage of the situation, and directly sat in the position of the head of the guests, that is, the position of the leader of the Zhennan Gang. Yinchen also learned to touch his nose awkwardly, in front of outsiders, he didn't dare to argue with the three partners of the Zhennan Gang, so as not to make people see jokes, so he had to sit down.

Yinchen sat down and took a cursory glance at the furnishings in the room. It's a fairly small living room, or simply a relatively large hallway with tables and chairs. The tables and chairs in the room are all fine patterned wood, and I don't know much about what kind of tree Silver Dust is, after all, he is a magician, not a decoration designer, and he doesn't have much to think about except that he is very noble. In addition to the tables and chairs, there are also a few root carvings or tea ceremony utensils, all of which are made of the same kind of dark golden-brown patterned wood, and even the cups placed by the maid are all cut from the same wood. Silver Dust sat in the middle of it, only to feel a faint fragrance slowly penetrate his nostrils. (To be continued.) )