On the quiet streets of Wu'an City, a group of people surrounded a cold-looking woman, walking on the dark street, in the center of the crowd, a young man and a girl tied together by hemp rope, blindfolded by a black cloth, staggered behind him.

On the city wall in the distance, twelve people in night clothes squatted on the wall, looking at the team in the distance.

They are subordinate to the Seventh Pavilion, a first-class team directly commanded by Lu Zhuyu, with a low realm, but they have the talent to use magic weapons across the border, and they are extremely powerful and precious combat power of the Zhu Immortal Division, even against the peak of the Jindan, they have the power to fight.

And at this moment, they encountered the most tricky assassination target in history, an immortal cultivator who could make a move under the Heavenly Strip, and the original strength of this immortal cultivator was the Jindan Tibetan Birth Realm.

"Captain, she's still arresting people, is she really not going to make a move?" The woman with a scar on her face asked.

A middle-aged man with a lean goatee, stroked his beard, frowning and thinking.

"You can't let her go like this, but it's definitely unreliable to let the archers shoot directly, but the spells cast by this woman are all very ordinary spells, nothing profound, but because she can only use them under the constraints of the heavens, it seems infinitely powerful, as long as we mess up the battlefield, the odds of victory will be much greater!"

The young man who was squatting on the side patted his knees and got up, and took out a magic weapon that looked like a glass tower: "I understand what the captain means, since we can't cast spells in front of mortals, and a direct sneak attack will be countered, then don't sneak attack, let this Wu'an City, the next rainstorm!"

The goatee smirked, "Go bigger!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the goatee's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered everywhere.

The other members of the first class team crouched down one after another, using the wall as cover.

However, in the next second, the young man holding the glass tower in his hand also exploded, and the hot blood and brains splashed on the people around him, and everyone else opened their eyes wide, looking at this scene in horror, and their brains were blank.

Immediately after, there was another pair of men and women, the sound of their skulls being cracked and the sound of the water balloon expanding and exploding, and the heads of the members of the first class exploded one after another.

At intervals of about five seconds, a person's head will explode, like a predetermined fate, a scheduled countdown.

A burly man gritted his teeth, jumped down to the other side of the city wall, and after landing heavily on the ground, he fled quickly into the distance!

The people of their Immortal Division are by no means afraid of death, they are afraid of a meaningless death.

The other team members watched the comrade run dozens of meters, a red splash bloomed on his neck, and his body fell to the ground.

There were only seven people left, and one of them, a young man with a beautiful face, suddenly reacted and pounced on the crystal pagoda magic weapon next to the corpse, biting his teeth on his wrist, and roughly tearing open a piece of flesh and blood, letting the hot blood pour on the magic weapon.

At the last minute, he decided to put the artifact to work!

Above Wu'an City, dark clouds began to gather, faintly thunder came from the depths of the cloud vortex, and the fine silver snake flowed among the churning black clouds, this is the simplest and fastest ability of this magic weapon - rain! It's raining!

The skull fireworks continued to open, and the expressions of the people in the first class were calm, the only thing they could think of was already being done, and the rest of the only thing they could do was to do what they could in the five-second interval between deaths, such as writing down what happened to them on the ground with blood.

How many words can you write in five seconds?

Everyone is writing, because no one knows who will die next, and the blood from the explosion will stain the message left behind, so everyone has to write.

Some people didn't finish writing and their heads exploded, and some people finished writing and hurriedly ran away and died halfway through.

The handsome young man gritted his teeth and held the crystal tower desperately urging, but only he and the scar girl in front of him were left by his side, and he suddenly raised his head and showed a wry smile - it was still too late.

"Sister Lan, I originally wanted to marry you when I grew up......

After the boy finished speaking, he seemed to want to say more, but death did not leave him an extra second.

Scar Girl finished writing her last message, which was just five words: No fighting,

Die first.

She threw herself on the boy's headless corpse, hugging the warm body tightly and smiling on her face.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of her nose.

The second drop of rain never fell again......

……

Cong Bingqing stood on the street, watching the black clouds tumbling overhead gradually dissipate, and his frowning eyebrows stretched.

"They say that as long as I don't make a move, I won't make a move."

In Cong Bingqing's perception, the corners and corners of the entire Wu'an City are in full view, she will always make all preparations before doing things, even if she has the means to exert her magical powers under the heavenly rules, if she is not prepared and is not careful, it is still easy to fall into a dead end.

After all, mortals are fragile, and now, mortals are her umbrella.

Suddenly, Cong Bingqing's expression moved slightly, and his eyes became meaningful: "I met it so soon."

She had long known that if she did this kind of thing, she would be an enemy of Zhu Xiansi, and if she was an enemy of Zhu Xiansi, she would have to meet Su Lin sooner or later.

After two years, the experience of the Ant Immortal Gate is still vivid, although they have not been together for a long time, and even for a short time, they are all with a false character, but Cong Bingqing still has a special feeling for this Tianzun Holy Son.

Maybe it's because, in the end, he saved everyone.

"Master, is there something going on?" The mortal cultists who followed behind him asked cautiously.

"It's all right, I want you to follow this road to the city gate, and on the way you will meet a man, bring him over and see him, don't hurt his life, and the others stay here."

After speaking, Cong Bingqing raised his head and looked at the dark street in front of him, and at the end of the street, a figure was walking slowly.

"Firesparrow, the person you're looking for has arrived." Cong Bingqing said to the girl beside him.

"I know." The white-haired and red-eyed girl replied coldly.

The mortal cultists standing behind Cong Bingqing took half a step back under the instinctive drive, even if they didn't have the keen perception of an immortal cultivator, they could still detect the sudden condensation of the air, the unpleasant breathing, and the wisps of angry killing intent like pinpricks.

Cong Bingqing stood in place, waiting for Luo Huainan to walk in front of her, she was very curious, why Luo Huainan still dared to appear in front of her, although Luo Huainan was the same as the fire sparrow, she had a mysterious physique that came back from the dead, but she had a large number of mortals by her side.

In the eyes of mortals, a person who looks exactly like a dead person appears in front of him again, except for a few who think it is a twin, most people's thoughts are haunted.

And this "haunted" idea is enough to trigger heavenly punishment and let Luo Huainan die when he meets!

Finally, Luo Huainan, who encompassed the wrath of the seven emotions, reached a distance that could make everyone see him clearly.

All the cultists gasped in unison, and in front of them, a "man" dressed in men's clothes, with his face peeled and his hair cut, was holding a long sword and slowly walking towards them.

"This transformation is really thorough, Senior Sister Huainan." Cong Bingqing sighed.