The curtain was lifted...... The wind carried the snowflakes and spoke, and the fire of the sun, which was burning in the dusk of nowhere, suddenly shrank and seemed to be about to be extinguished, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the moisture from the mouth and nose of the desolate mother and child covered with leather mattresses turned into a white mist in an instant, but it did not seem to wake up immediately.

The three black-clothed deacons of the Temple Judgment Division silently looked at the desolate mother and son in the dim firelight, listened to the long breathing of the face, and walked forward slowly, and the hands caged in the black sleeves reached forward.

Suddenly, the mattress was lifted, and the desolate woman had an extra crossbow in her hand at some point, aiming at the black-clothed deacon at the front and pulling the crossbow machine, she had already woken up, just waiting for an opportunity to raid.

With a whoosh, sharp crossbow arrows shot in front of the black-clad deacon.

The sleeves of the black-clothed deacon rolled up like a dark cloud.

After the crossbow arrow entered the sleeve cloud, it disappeared without a trace, and I don't know where it went:

Immediately afterward, a flash of light lit up in the depths of the black cloud on the sleeve of the ruling deacon, and an extremely narrow and thin Dao sword pierced the flames on the faint fire under the extremely exquisite telekinetic control, and stabbed into the chest of the desolate woman.

However, for some unknown reason, the desolate woman's body suddenly leaned, and the narrow sword did not pierce her chest, but grazed her shoulder and flew over.

The leather robe on the woman's shoulder was torn at the tip of the sword, and a very shallow wound appeared on the dark skin inside, not too severe, as if her skin was harder than steel.

The three deacons of the adjudication department noticed the strangeness in the tent, and there was a sharp fluctuation of mental power around them, two of them looked into the dark corner, their eyes were gloomy, and the black-clothed deacon from before reached out of his sleeve with his left hand and grabbed it in the air, dragging the desolate little boy who was awake and still ignorant to his feet, recalled the Dao sword, and stabbed the little boy's throat down silently and without hesitation.

The desolate woman was knocked to the ground, although the external injuries were not severe, but the strange power attached to the Dao sword made her body suddenly weak, seeing that her child was about to be nailed to the ground by the narrow sword, but she was powerless to rescue, and she couldn't help but let out a howl of pain and sadness like a dying female beast.

With a bang, the narrow and sharp handleless Dao sword directly penetrated the ground that was softened by the fire, turning into an extremely thin and round small black hole and disappearing.

The little boy didn't die...... At the moment when the Dao Sword stabbed downward, it was as if a pair of invisible hands grabbed the little boy's shoulders and dragged him away.

The black-clad deacon turned his head slowly, and like his two companions, he looked silently into the dark corner of the tent, where they had only heard two breaths and had no idea that there was anyone else in the tent, but now they were sure that there were other enemies, for they heard the sound of long breathing in the corner.

Because the two men in the dark corner made them hear their own breathing.

Ning Que Yuguang noticed that at the previous moment, Mo Shanshan's right hand hanging beside him moved slightly, knowing that she was the one who saved the little boy who was desolate, so he had more confidence in what would happen later.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three men at the tent curtain who hid their faces in the shadow of their violent hats, and looked at the dark and heavy coats on their bodies that hung down to the top of their feet, and naturally thought of the most disgusting or frightening institution in the Xiling Temple, and frowned slightly and said, "You are the deacon of the Adjudication Division?"

The three black-clothed deacons didn't nod or answer, they just looked at her and Ning Que in silence, because of the angle of light, they couldn't see their eyes, but they could clearly feel the coldness and strength contained in the silence.

Mo Shanshan's brows frowned even more, she could understand the temple's vigilance against the desolate, but she hadn't figured out for the time being, why the deacon of the adjudication department would try to punish the desolate mother and son, secretly thinking that this desolate mother and son secretly had a more important identity and would have an impact on the major affairs of the temple?

As a bookworm who is one of the three idiots in the world, she is naturally not like ordinary Haotian believers, who are extremely afraid of the black-clothed deacon of the Adjudication Division, but she is a Haotian believer, and the master is a guest of the Divine Temple, and this trip into the wasteland is also based on the edict of the Divine Temple, of course, she will not choose to be hostile to these three Deacons of the Adjudication Division.

In order to avoid possible misunderstandings, she decided to identify herself.

However, at this moment, the black-clothed deacon who was the leader preemptively asked, "Are you from the Central Plains?"

The black-clothed deacon's voice was not hoarse and unpleasant, and it did not deliberately reveal a cold and strong meaning, but he often spoke calmly and quietly, but it made people feel a little chilled:

Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned, glanced at the pair of desolate mother and son who were protected by Ning Que, thinking that he had guessed where the hostility of these adjudicators came from, and explained gently: "Yes, but don't get me wrong:"

Before he finished speaking, the black-clothed deacon headed by him shook his head and said ruthlessly, "There is no misunderstanding.

The second black-clothed deacon said indifferently: "You are from the Central Plains, but you are with the desolate people:"

The third black-clothed deacon said indifferently: "If you didn't kill these two desolate people, then you are either a heretic who betrayed Haotian or a remnant of the Demon Sect. ”

The black-clothed deacon at the head calmly concluded: "So there is no misunderstanding, you deserve to die. ”

There was no pause between the three black-clad deacons' statements, and the connection was very natural and fluid, as if they had been said countless times, or to prove that these few sentences were natural in their opinion, so there was no need to think:

Ning Que was a little admired by the cross talk skills of these deacons of the adjudication department, and thought to himself why he was not so interesting when he saw Prince Longqing, the boss of the adjudication division, in Chang'an City?

He couldn't help laughing, looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "I said that no one would believe it, but you didn't believe it." ”

Then he looked at the three black-clothed deacons and said, "If you want to go to the adjudication department to be a deacon, do you have to be able to memorize your previous dialogues? ”

He spoke in a serious tone, so it sounded funny.

The three deacons of the temple adjudicator went to the depths of the wasteland and wanted to kill some desolate people, including the desolate mother and son in the tent, whether they were for the glory of Haotian, or for the peace and prosperity of the Central Plains, or for the eternal inheritance of the temple, in short, these deacons thought that killing people was a very strict thing.

However, Ning Que is good at making funny things funny, and he is also good at making things funny. So the three black-clad deacons felt that their faith had been humiliated like never before, and they were very angry.

The black hat covered his face and could not see the burning eyes of his anger, but his black clothes trembled slightly, and the heaven and earth yuan in the tent, and the sharp fluctuations in qi all proved the deacons' anger and the fact that they were about to make a move.

Mo Shanshan looked at the three black-clothed deacons expressionlessly and said, "We can explain. ”

The black-clothed deacon at the head said in a ruthless voice: "Just take your hands and explain."

As soon as the words fell, the black-clothed deacon took a step forward, his slightly pale hands poked out of his sleeves, and condescendingly headed towards Ning Que's head, countless beams of extremely thin pale golden light erupted from his pale fingertips, instantly forming a birdcage-like thing, locking Ning Que's body in between.

From the appearance of the three deacons of the adjudication division, Mo Shanshan's face never had much emotion, because she believed that even if there was a misunderstanding, it would be impossible for her and Ning Que to suffer, but at this time, she saw the pale golden light spraying leaves from the fingers of the black-clothed deacon...... couldn't help but sigh slightly, and said, "Kwai cage?"

It is said that the Fan Cage Dao method personally performed by the ruling god is close to the divine art, which is the temple Dao method that forcibly changes the subtle direction of the vitality of heaven and earth, so as to control the opponent's activity space, once it is successfully cast, it can deal with the strong people whose realm is beyond the two products of the caster!

Seeing that the black-clothed deacon had easily displayed the Fan Cage Dao Method, Mo Shanshan was sure that the other party must be an important person in the adjudication department, and couldn't help frowning and reminding, "Don't resist." ”

The surface of the light drifted away from the extremely pale gold, just like the flowing fire at the peak of twilight in the Southern Central Plains, Ning Que looked at these lines not far in front of him that were so thin that it was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, and a very strange feeling was born in his heart, he always felt that these lines were not real, but he could obviously perceive that the heaven and earth vitality around him was cut into many extremely small blocks, which seemed very dangerous:

For the means that he couldn't understand for the time being, he was very cautious, and when he heard Mo Shanshan's reminder, he didn't choose to shoot immediately, but he was a little puzzled about this and the principle of the space control method, if it was a cage formed by splitting the space, then if it was directly applied to the enemy, wouldn't it be possible to directly cut the other party into countless pieces of flesh and blood?

The deacon of the adjudication division did not do this, it was definitely not because of how merciful the people in the temple were, but because he couldn't do it at all, so it meant that this cage was not the real spatial Dao method...... It is also said that the Dao method that can manipulate the real space must already be above the Five Realms, where can it be so easy to encounter.

Ning Que looked at those subtle lines that were close at hand, and with his excellent perceptual acuity, he tried to see the structure between these lines clearly, and gradually found that the original Fan Cage Dao Method was not cutting the space, but affecting the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, forming countless small streams around Zisi's body.

These vital energy streams look like the wooden bars of a prison cell, which look indestructible, and there may be a lot of thorny iron nails hidden on them, and if you force them to push, your hands may be stabbed with blood.

Because he was thinking about these things, Ning Que in the Fan Cage Dao Law was silent and even a little wooden, but this did not mean that he decided to tie his hands and arrest him, he just wanted to have more opportunities to observe, but he didn't know that the style of the Divine Temple Judgment Division was really similar to his fighting style......

The black-clothed deacon tilted his head slightly, the firelight reflected a pale and calm face, and with a low snort, the thin white hands suddenly shone brightly, and a dim phantom slammed into Ning Que's chest and abdomen, who was trapped by Fan Gao.

The cultivator's Snow Mountain Qi and Sea Apertures are there, and once they are confirmed, it is very likely that the Apertures will be destroyed and killed, and the dim phantom shadow emitted by this black-clothed deacon obviously has extremely powerful power.

Looking at this scene, a flash of anger finally flashed in Moshan Mountain's eyes as clear as a winter lake.

But she didn't have time to do it

Because Ning Que struck first.

An extremely bright and stunning sword light flashed, illuminating the dim tent, and before this sword light, whether it was the small fire that was about to be extinguished, or the golden thread cage in the hands of the black-clothed deacon, it became extremely dim.

The blade of the Pu knife slashed straight into the cage in front of him, the sharp knife edge touched those pale gold lines, sneering, as if it was about to be melted, seeing that the blade would be eroded by those pale gold threads, the dense runes that had been silent for a long time on the surface of the slender Pu Dao suddenly lit up!

A terrifying rune power gushed out from the surface of the knife, easily defeating the power of the Haotian Divine Radiance contained in the black-clothed deacon Fan Long's Dao Method, and smashing those seemingly supernatural and powerful pale gold lines!

Thousands of extremely subtle and extremely crisp cracking sounds sounded almost simultaneously, like thousands of barbarian iron harps being broken at the same time, and like thousands of iron centipede kites breaking their strings at the same time.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The thousand golden threads of the Fan Cage Dao method were blown into chaos by the knife wind, floating in all directions, and there was no more power:

The reason for this quiet situation is not because the Fan Cage Dao method of the Temple Adjudication Division is vain, but because this black-clothed deacon is not enough to perform the real Gong Cage. It's not that Ning Que suddenly jumped into the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, but because his Pu knife and the runes on the knife were made by the two senior brothers in Houshan themselves.

The wisdom and realm of the disciples of the eldest son himself, how could he be matched by an important unknown figure in the adjudication division?

Breaking through the cage with a knife is just the beginning.

Ning Que is more desperate than the Adjudication Division, once he starts to do it, then he will rarely stop without seeing life and death.

Therefore, the sword light that broke the cage and cut the gold thread into a flocculent, without a moment's hindrance, was picked up in front of the black-clothed deacon.

The light of the sword illuminated the pale face of the black-clothed deacon.

A tiny silver needle pierced his eye at some point, leaving only a little tail glistening.

The black-clothed deacon couldn't pick up the pain, and he couldn't take advantage of the shock of the delicate man's manipulation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on the other side, and he only had time to find that the mental power he had condensed in the continent was dissipated by the severe pain in his brain.

Then he was slashed in two by the downward sword light.

The two bodies were not separated for the time being, only a clear line of blood.

Die simply and neatly:

The second black-clothed deacon stepped back, waving his hands in front of him, spilling out Dao Divine Radiance lines.

Ning Que abandoned the knife, shrunk and jumped up like an ape, avoiding those dangerous lines, and jumped above the other party:

A touch of clothing fell off.

Ning Que reached out with both hands, his fingertips grabbed the black-clothed deacon's face bones, and his knees kicked the opponent's sternum like lightning.

There was a crisp snap, and the black-clad deacon's sternum shattered.

With the momentum of the lunge, the two men fell on the snow outside the tent.

Ning Que made a mistake with both hands and twisted his cervical vertebrae.

The pale hands of the third black-clothed deacon had already quietly picked up behind Ning Que, and the brilliance between the palms of his hands was magnificent, as if they were fierce burning flames:

Ning Que ignored it.

The flame-like glow in the palm of the black-clothed deacon's hand instantly turned into a real flame.

More than just hands.

Under the black clothes, the deacon's entire body and body were burning.

Instantly turned into coke.

In an instant, it turned into fly ash.

The black-clothed deacon's uniform had no support anymore and slowly fell to the ground:

Ning Que looked back at Mo Shanshan and smiled, walked back to the tent and picked up the Pu knife on the ground.

The body of the black-clothed deacon who died first slowly parted at this time, and the blood gushed out like a flood, slowly flowing out of the tent, staining the snow on the field with blood red.

I don't know when, the clouds in the sky dispersed again, and the stars were clear.

There was a pale paleness between heaven and earth.

Mo Shanshan's face was also a little pale.