Most of the surrounding citizens lowered their heads and remained silent, but they all quietly looked at the lotus spring that was lying motionless on the far side of the road from the corner of their eyes.

The man in the car slowly disembarked, his ornate robe embellished with inlaid silver trim and shoulder placket, reflecting a dazzling white light in the scorching sun.

He walked to Lianquan's side without hurrying, and at this time, Lianquan's body moved slightly. The man pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, "It's still alive." He lifted his knee and turned her face over to himself with the soles of his feet. He said to Lianquan, "Has anyone ever told you that we are the first soul family of Rennes?"

"Wren's First Soul Family...... That's a ...... Helped a lot......" Lianquan slowly stood up from the ground, her neck, spine, and joints were deformed by the heavy blow and fall just now. As she straightened up, she began to twist her neck, arms, and waist unhurriedly, as if she was reassembling her body that had been broken up. Her skeletal joints made a "click" sound as she writhed, but at the same time, a nonchalant smile hung on the corner of her mouth. The scene in front of me is indescribably eerie.

A hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes, "What did you just say?"

"I mean......" Lianquan finally twisted his neck, like the last wedge into the wooden groove, "You know soul arts, it's really a great help, because I once swore that I would never kill anyone who didn't know soul arts." ”

"What are you kidding!" the man's pupils tightened instantly, and the murderous aura was released with a thud, lifting his robes up.

And Lianquan didn't even give him a chance to make a move. She lifted her right hand, wearing a Mithril chainmail glove, toward the sky void, and the man's body rose upwards as if it were being grabbed by a pair of invisible giant hands. Then, gracefully and unhurriedly, Lianquan stretched out his left hand, facing a pool on the side of the road in the distance, and gently shook it in the air, and then, countless round droplets of water broke through the air from the surface of the pool, and gathered towards her, she turned the back of her hand, and stretched her five fingers towards the man in the sky.

Those pearl-sized droplets of water shot towards the man at a very fast speed, and a series of "poof" sounds were the sound of water droplets penetrating the man's body. Under the control of some force, these round water droplets turned into indestructible hard metal balls, and the water droplets swirled wildly around his body, shooting through them repeatedly, like a swarm of crazy insects, densely packed and repeated, shooting his body out of countless holes. The sky was sprinkled with fine red blood mist, one after another, like bright red dust, stained with the tall white stone walls around it.

"Bang-" The man's body fell to the ground.

The droplets of water filled with his blood had now turned into countless bright particles, like insects that had sucked up blood, flying faintly a few meters above his body.

Lianquan was still expressionless, but there was an indifferent light in his eyes, and he looked satisfied. She waved her hand gently, and those red blood beads suddenly lost their ability to fly, turning into large and small raindrops, which fell on his body with a "bang".

More viscous plasma gushed out from the thousands of holes in his body, and in a moment, a pool of black blood solidified under the man's body.

Lianquan walked over, stood beside him, squatted down, and gently took off his hood, the man's pupils trembled, as if he had seen a terrible monster.

The sea breeze blew Lianquan's hair up, and the mark on her neck and under her ears was clearly visible in the sun.

"...... [Jue Seal] ?......" a muffled voice came from the man's blood-soaked mouth, "You are ......"

Lianquan's face still didn't have any expression, she nodded, looked at the man in front of her who was about to die, and said seriously: "Yes, I am Ghost Mountain Lianquan, the fifth degree [Apostle]." ”

【West no Aslan Empire・Outside Fukuzawa Town】

When I opened my eyes, the night was over. The sky is very bright. The white clouds are like a handful of silver hair that has been combed open, and the white silk threads are clinging to the blue sky one by one. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the lush canopy, creating flecks of light around you. The wind carries the fragrance of the leaves, warmed by the sun, and then slowly blows through the forest.

It seems that the cold winter has retreated into the depths of the distant forest, and at this moment, Fukuzawa seems to have entered the warm spring after the snow has melted.

Everything was beautiful, and the nightmare killing last night was like it had never happened.

Thinking of this, Qi Ling sat up abruptly and subconsciously pressed to his chest. The strange thing is that the chest that was pierced by those sharp ice blades last night did not feel any pain at all, but the clothes on his chest were pierced with several large holes, and he stretched out his fingers and reached into the holes in his clothes, and the skin he touched was indeed smooth, there were no scabs or even scars. He lifted his sleeves and trousers, and found that his hands and feet were completely fine.

He suddenly remembered.

He stood up and looked back at the steep mountain wall. The cave that had been smashed out was still there, but the ice crystals that had grown wildly were gone. Kirin ran over, grabbed the vines growing on the cliff, and climbed towards it with quick movements, feeling the changes in his body as he climbed, not only did he not look like a person who had just struggled back from the brink of death, but it seemed like he had endless strength. Soon, he climbed to the height of the cave, and he stuck out his head and looked into the cave, however, the cave was empty, only a pile of rubble.

But yesterday I saw that Shenyin was struck by several shining lightning bolts and smashed into this cave, and it was also covered with sharp ice spikes. Kirin stroked the stones on the edge of the cave and found that the incisions were all brand new marks, proving that he was not hallucinating yesterday, and that the hole had indeed just been smashed out. What about the divine sound?

Disappointed, he returned to the ground and looked up to find a man with silver-gray hair sitting in front of him.

He sat on the exposed roots of a large ancient tree, the black roots of which protruded from the ground, suspended and crawled for some distance, and then burrowed back into the ground like an arched bridge, the thickness of a man hugging each other. The tree was near the place where he had just woken up, and he didn't even notice it.

Specks of light shattered from the massive green canopy and projected onto the man's face. His face looked very white in the clear light, and his shiny silver hair made his whole body seem to be carved out of ice and snow, revealing a calm indifference. His robes fluttered in the air, but they didn't look like they were blown by the wind, but in a slow and magical way, floating like clouds. His eyes were lowered, and his gaze fell on the old parchment book in his hand. He didn't speak, looking a little mysterious.

Qi Ling couldn't tell what he was coming from, since last night, he felt that the whole world had been like a kaleidoscope that had been overturned, and it was strange. So, he wasn't going to get into trouble, and he lightly tried to slip past the man.

"You're awake. Qiling had just walked near the ancient tree when the man spoke. He put away the ancient parchment book in his hand, then stood up, glanced at Qi Ling, and said coldly, "Let's go." ”

"Where are you going?" Qiling silently retreated to the other side of the road, cowering on the edge of a tree, completely unaware of what he was talking about, a little nervous, "Sir, I just woke up, and my face hasn't been washed yet." I don't even know you, why should I go with you?"

The silver-haired man said coldly, "My name is Silver Dust." ”