Zhan Tao didn't know that a considerable number of the people who were crawling like terraces were his people. Zhan Tao didn't know that after Qing opened the door to welcome guests, the state religion and the alliance legion were moving forward quickly. Zhan Tao didn't know that after the meeting between Kwai Lisha and Zhang Xiluo, the two of them lurked here before the trial day. He didn't know anything, and lay weakly on the Gu Eagle's long crimson tongue, quietly looking at Qing, waiting for the verdict of fate. Qing's intentions are obvious, he wants to kill Zhan Tao, the [staff] may not have been stolen by Zhan Tao, but he urgently needs someone as a sacrifice to vent his anger at the moment. Sometimes, instead of looking for the right answer, you need an outcome that you are willing to accept and enjoy.

[Staff] is naturally not Zhan Tao's thief, he has been waiting for Gu Carving's mouth to cultivate, and he can't go anywhere under serious injuries. I don't understand, if you have the skill of stealing things, isn't it good to escape? It doesn't make sense anyway. But no one wants to listen to his defense at the moment, so he is simply too lazy to waste his tongue, and let Qing convict him arbitrarily, he just fights to the death.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it turned out that the prisoners in disguise had exposed their prison uniforms, and the light gray inferior linen shirts were their uniform logo. There were quite a few officials in the square, and they were the primary targets of the prisoners, and the resentment accumulated by the oppression was all turned into the strength to kill and suck blood. Blood quickly soaked the dry granite floor, and even the stupa was splashed red, but it was not surprising that the stupa was not a sacred thing.

Qing looked at this scene coldly, unmoved for a long time, he didn't care about the life or death of his officials, he just didn't understand, what did a weak and unsupported young man rely on to make so many people die for him? He was very greedy for this kind of power, although he had studied by Zhan Tao's side for a long time, but after all, he didn't see any way. He believed in the theory of absolute power, and in the face of supreme power, simple words were like divine decrees, and even Zhan Tao must admit that the appeal obtained in this way is beyond doubt.

However, there seems to be something else else. For example, faith and the like may sound illusory, but if you lack it as a commander, your followers will not only be disloyal, but it will be difficult to last. The square was in chaos, and the prison guards stationed at the temple were suppressed with spears and broadswords, and the prisoners, who lacked equipment, were unable to resist with their bare hands. Zhan Tao, who witnessed this scene, hurriedly got up and wanted to support, but because of the [Yantai] ban, he had no other way but to be anxious.

If there is no weapon, then use the body to block, and when the blood swells up on the head and the trumpet of freedom blows, people have no fear and no hesitation. One by one, they fell, and no one could get up again, and it didn't matter, because there were still people rushing up from behind. There, there were quite a few familiar faces, maybe they had dealt with each other, maybe they just nodded their heads to say hello, they were not good at fighting, and they were so clumsy in their posture of pounceing on the enemy......

The wind blew on his face and felt a little painful, the clear sky suddenly darkened, Zhan Tao looked up and found a huge chariot sliding through the clouds and the sky. The chariot was very beautiful, big but not bulky, a beam of light hit, the [Yantai] light barrier dissolved a gap, Zhan Tao took the opportunity to slip out, but the hole was too small in size, and the Gu carving couldn't get out. Zhan Tao didn't know who the owner of this chariot was, and he didn't have time to guess, because he had more important things to do.

Zhan Tao never felt that killing people was a pleasant thing, on the contrary, he had some psychological burden, but at the same time he did not think it was shameful, especially when it was aimed at saving people. Compared with knives, more people like swords, because the appearance of swords is very spiritual, if you insist on saying that knives are better than swords, then in terms of the convenience of slaughter, it is definitely superior. The blade shuttles between the flesh and skin, and the appearance of blood spraying is somewhat similar to tearing open a packet of soy milk. Man is nothing but a container full of red liquid, how fragile he is in the face of sharp weapons.

There is no blood on the knife, and the flame attached to the blade will evaporate when it is stained with blood. Those remnants will also dedicate some height to the stupa in the embers that will never be extinguished. If you kill too many people, your eyes will be red, and your heart will be affected, but you don't want to forget this taste once you taste it. Zhan Tao did not want to sink into this sea of blood, and in order to stay awake, he burned his consciousness with flames as soon as he showed signs of being lost, and thanks to this self-harming act, his eyes were still clean.

Zhan Tao didn't know that when the big chariot pressed across the sky, Kui Lisha quietly opened the curtain and peeked at him, which was so short that Zhan Tao didn't notice it. He didn't know it, because of his numbness and ignorance, Aoi Risa was very unhappy, and his eyes were even more squeamish. However, the little woman's mood did not last long, because she was about to face an extremely difficult enemy. The big chariot pressed down in front of him, Qing did not dodge or dodge, and the robe flew in the wind.

The theft of his [Staff] will indeed affect his combat power, but the problem is not too big, he has lived for a long time, and there are countless methods at hand. I saw him stomp his feet, the ground cracked under his feet, and the thick black tentacles spread rapidly, protecting him steadily. Aoi Risa squinted her eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh in surprise, as if she was curious about what this thing was?

If Zhan Tao had time to look at this side, he would definitely feel a little familiar, because he had seen it before. There is a place called the back garden in the temple prison, and there are many trees planted in the back garden, and Shaoqing raised a strange tree that eats people there. Few people know that many years ago, Qing left a bowl of soil in the temple prison, and that bowl of soil came from far away, and it was that bit of soil that created those monsters in the back garden.

As the creator of the monster, Qing naturally has absolute control over living beings, and he has the same mind as this giant tree, and he can manipulate it freely. After blocking the collision of the big chariot, the roots surged up like a snake tide, entangling the big chariot impermeable. The sunflower sand table sat in the chariot, and with a soft snort, the land was torn apart, tearing the roots into pieces. In just an instant, the divided chariot reunited and was restored unscathed.

Kwai Lisha lightly tiptoed and jumped up out of thin air, and her night-like gauze skirt was mysterious and charming. The hem of her skirt is extremely long, and it seems inconvenient to fight, and the abnormal thing is that she has not abandoned it because of her temperament, probably for other purposes. Without too much gorgeous spiritual power flow hedging, Kwai Lisha came with the wind, and the pair was very exotic, hiding countless sharp killing intent.

Qing, who was protected by dense roots, also moved at this moment, and his body burned with crystal green, which was a pure natural spirit, with strong regenerative power and inexhaustible life energy.