Jonah had never seen such a quiet city, even in wartime the streets of Fort St. Bouron were never so silent, and in the middle of the night the streets were full of drunkards and eccentrics, and Jonah more than once found Mr. Koshava drunk outside the tavern at 13 rue Lower Redstone, and walked with him through the streets of the red wine and green lights. The city seemed to him to be a noisy, noisy place full of words and noises, but now the Maharaja was as quiet as a midnight cemetery, the sunlight casting the shadows of the buildings on the stone slabs, corpses lining the streets, blood flowing quietly in the gutters. It took three hundred years and nine rulers to complete the city's most complete architectural planning and drainage system on the continent, and the blood of countless corpses will merge into a red stream through a series of culverts, cellars, and underground rivers, and be absorbed by the dry sand in the vast leaking wells.

"Ugly Face" Liche observed the corpses, "The rebels of the 'Kuligara' were tied with a red cloth belt, the regular Vedic army in yellow clothes, and quite a few civilians. He used his glaring sword to gently flick several entangled corpses, and the top male corpse fluttered down, changing from a prone position to lying on his back, and the light from his arms immediately pierced everyone's eyes.

Zuta walked over slowly, saluted with his hands, and covered the glowing Buddha statue with a torn flag. Seeing the Buddha and being wounded, touching the Buddha is dead, the taboo of the ancient Buddha country was actually used as a weapon by the warriors of Kurigara, this warrior who was mortally wounded in many places exchanged the last of his strength for the names of three enemies, so the corners of his mouth that had long since dried up with blood still left a satisfied smile.

"Why so soon? Not long after Operation Manna Fire began, the battle in the city of Maharaja was over!" the Star Picker wondered. "The demigod general Vayu went to the western front to support the war, and Karuda has been guarding the attacks of the monsters and barbarians on the northeastern riverbank, but there are still two demigod generals guarding the prince's city, where did Nandi and Runa go?

The Great Swordsman shook his head and continued to move forward: "Stay on guard. ”

Not far after passing through the outer city gate, the tomb of Prince Moro appears in front of you, the white marble road under your feet stretches to the majestic outline of the prince's tomb in the distance, the vast lake on both sides of the road is sparkling, there were 27 statues of Buddha erected in the lake, the pedestrians who enter the city of Mohu Luojia from the west gate can only keep their eyes not squinting and walk through this world-famous road, "Moro Buddha Road" has thus become the first of the seven wonders of Prince City. In the Buddha destruction campaign, these Buddha statues were completely smashed and sunk into the lake, and now only the dazzling remnant sun floats on the lake.

This is where Jekong fought with Saru Aswati in the story, the same twilight, and the time has changed. Looking at the corpses on the road, Jonah couldn't help but feel a little dazed, when he listened to the little grasshopper Xibi talk about the past of the southerners under the light of the cherry crossing, he never imagined that he would come here in person one day,—— now that he came, the tall figure of the bamboo pole was not in front of the bloodstained Yin.

The Great Swordsman led the group up the white marble corridor, and the hemispherical dome of Prince Moro's Mausoleum in front of him became clear, and Zha couldn't help but comment in his original form: "If it weren't for the wrong timing, I really want to appreciate this wonderful building." ”

"When you retire, you can change careers to become architects, za. Zuta kicked away a corpse that was blocking the way, said.

"Retire?" Zha smiled self-deprecatingly, "If the ghosts could retire, wouldn't the world be crowded with the undead who had come back from the dead?"

Jonah suddenly felt completely unfamiliar with the protectors of the left hand of these ghosts, their backgrounds, their experiences, their preferences and dreams, the reasons for their birth and death. "Ugly Face" Litche was a familiar figure, but he didn't find a chance to talk to the Great Swordsman along the way, and Liche seemed to have been avoiding him, consciously or unconsciously, as if he didn't want to mention the name of Finn Stewart, the king of the sand thieves.

"Oops......" The star picker suddenly put his hands on his chest and slowed down, slowly kneeling on the ground, the white bandage on his chest began to ooze blood, and the short battle just now caused the wound caused by the demigod general Vayu burst. Meeting everyone's eyes, he smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, it should be fine to rest for a few minutes." ”

The Great Swordsman glanced around, looking slightly hesitant: "Although I can't see the danger coming, this environment is very unsuitable for rest, if you can hold on to the inner city......"

"It's okay, you can go first, I'll be there later. The Star Picker made a driving motion, "As long as you protect Jonah, there is no one else here, and I will be fine." However, Mr. Licher, I have with me the customs papers and the tokens of Kuligara, and it is better to leave them to you for safekeeping, just in case. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Although the mask obscured his expression, the "ugly face" Liche obviously frowned, showing a serious expression, he turned around and walked to the back of the group, squatted down to support the arm of the star picker, "You've come here, you must go to the end......"

"Mr. Licher!" Jonah screamed with all his might, all he could have reacted in a short moment. The next moment, he shouted and threw himself at the "ugly face" Richie, and the light of the power of the stars began to shine on the staff of Sirafina, but it was too late, and in the days to come, he would spend a lot of time thinking about his own sluggishness and incompetence, repeating in his mind the tragedy that had happened in front of Prince Moro's tomb again and again.

"Poof!" an invisible sharp knife protruded from the back of the Great Swordsman, and as the Star Picker drew the invisible sword, blood and energy erupted violently from Liche's body. The Great Swordsman drew his fighting sword brush and stabbed it, and the Star Picker quickly flipped back four somersaults in a row, waved his hand and laid down the invisible staircase and stomped into the sky. At this time, Zuta had already appeared next to the "ugly face" Liche, and pressed the terrible wound that pierced his body with his big green muscles, and the figure of the pier shook again and again, and many clones quickly stepped on each other and jumped in the air, rushing towards the sneak attacker who was high above.

The Star Picker pulls out an object and blasts it in the air with his right hand. "Crack!" Thousands of small needles as thin as cow's hair fell like rain, this kind of thin needles that can't even penetrate human skin is the nemesis of the doppelganger, once the doppelganger is hit by the small needle, the black gas will sneer out of the body from the wound, and in an instant it will turn into a shriveled skin. "Uhhh......h

"Perfect timing, that's the 'right thing' I've always wanted to do, friends. The Star Picker stood above everyone's heads, a smile on his delicate face, "Your foolish beliefs have made you focus on the damned blood of heresy at all times, but neglect to protect yourself, a great swordsman?the heir of the ancient bloodline of Qu Vishti Zuozhen?This will be the most pleasant memory in my colorful life unknown so far, hehehe......" As he spoke, he casually threw out a few invisible flying spears, "Jonah!" The tall Shadow Garan roared and pounced on Jonah, who hadn't even noticed the attack, and the 17-year-old was still running towards "Ugly Face" Richie, his face full of desperate shock.

"Bang bang bang!" the invisible spear continued to pierce the ground, and Zuta fell to the ground with the astrologer in his arms, rolling around to avoid the attack. At this time, the Venerable Gao Wusha appeared beside the Great Swordsman and Zha, his black right hand resting on Zha's shoulder to help him resist the invasion of countless cow hair needles, and his golden left hand held Liche's arm, sustaining his life with the power of the Buddha's mighty wish. The old monk's rickety body began to tremble violently, and the clash of light and darkness made his face look distorted and strange, "Phew!" he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of lilac phlegm, which shot into the sky like a bullet, shattering the invisible staircase and brushing diagonally across the star-picker's forehead.

"Oops!" the Star Picker stumbled and fell down the road, and immediately jumped to his feet, and once again laid down the stairs and ascended to the sky. The black wig fell, the long brown curls were draped on the back, and the star picker climbed fifty or sixty yards in the air like a frightened bird, squatting on the invisible brick and gasping: "What a powerful old monk, if it weren't for ......"

Before she finished speaking, the star-picker, who was actually a daughter, stiffened, and then slowly fell into the transparent air, and the purple phlegm that had rubbed her skin at close range left a faint mark on her forehead, and at this time, the traces turned into intricate beautiful patterns that grew and expanded rapidly, covering every inch of exposed skin on her body in just half a minute.

"I have never been able to dissolve this curse, I can only temporarily store it in my body, it turns out that the cause and effect ......are like this," Venerable Gao Wusha looked at the woman in the air with chaotic eyes, "I knew that you were a woman, but I, my cultivation is not refined, and I am not refined, and I am not refined......

"Mr. Licher!" Jonah got up and shouted and pounced on the Great Swordsman, the "ugly face" Richie's bleeding had been forcibly suppressed by the golden Buddha light, but anyone with a little common sense could guess the only possible outcome for the injured from the wound that pierced the chest, "I miscalculated. The Great Swordsman said lightly without joy or sorrow, "Until the moment of the attack, he ...... No, she didn't emit the slightest murderous aura, only an assassin trained by the King of Assassins could have such an ability, and luckily you're okay, you know, even ghost protectors watch each other and suspect each other, just to prevent lurkers like her from sneaking up on the betrayer's bloodline...... It's all my fault, and you don't have to blame yourself at all. ”

"Stop talking, Mr. Licher!" the astrologer scrambled to tear off his clothes and help the Great Swordsman tie up his wounds. At this time, Zuta drew his long knife and strode towards the west side of the road, the setting sun dyed the marble road orange-red, and at the end of the orange road, in the shadow of the west gate of the outer city of Maharaja, a group of people were slowly walking. The leader was covered in blazing flames, and a grotesque giggling laugh came out of his mouth.