Jiang Lao's cold face collapsed in an instant, and at this moment, he thought a lot. Far exceeded the number of dragon species in previous sessions, such as the martial law of the dying enemy, the disappearance of the two temple blessings, and the silence of the prince......

Finally, he remembered the woman's eyes, indifferent.

Under this indifference, there is a whole Jiazi screaming, pain, sorrow, fighting, and death, which are like the red lotus karmic fire gushing out of hell, burning for sixty years under those indifferent eyes.

Not a moment is extinguished, not a minute is lost.

They all survived the Jiashen Rebellion!

At this moment, he realized that he was wrong. He thought that Youpin Gong was sitting on top, and there was a real dragon entrenched outside, and those hatreds would volatilize in time and dissipate in the growth of the new generation.

You see, there is now a voice of faith in the new dragon god.

But he was wrong, very wrong. These hatreds, not only did not dissipate half a minute, but turned into strong wine in a time like a knife.

A wave of fear hit his heart, he staggered a few steps backwards, and almost fell after hitting the Taishi chair, but he couldn't care about his body, fear grabbed his throat, and let him take a few breaths before he spoke:

"Pinjiang...... Pinjiang City, what's going on outside? How's my family? How is Jiang Chang? How's the Dragon Temple?! ”

Jiang Mingyi didn't seem to hear his question, and kept silently looking out the window. The autumn rain gradually became heavier, and the heavy dark clouds were pressed down darkly, and a touch of red electric light danced strangely in the clouds.

There was a faint commotion, which buzzed in the thick darkness, disturbing, but also as if it contained some kind of pattern, like the sound of Sanskrit singing.

Jiang Lao seemed to think of something, and suddenly said in astonishment:

"The people...... What happened to the people of the city? ”

Jiang Mingyi finally turned to look at him, with a sarcastic smile engraved on his face and disdain in his eyes. He just looked at the old man and said lightly:

"Elder Jiang, it's three o'clock in the afternoon."

......

Three quarters of an hour ago.

Pinjiang City.

Since the dragon monk left Pinjiang City, a large number of Dragon Temple personnel also went out to maintain the order of the Dragon Climbing Society, and Pinjiang City became more and more empty.

On the vertical and horizontal bluestone avenues, only the tall dragon god altars are towering, and the three red dragon flags behind them are gently swaying in the autumn rain.

The statue of the dragon god with a hideous expression sat high on the altar, and a pair of cold eyes looked down on the ancient Pinjiang City.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, a door was opened, and an old man walked out, soaked through the thin and rough short beats in the cold autumn rain, but he didn't feel it.

His old and cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and he was muttering something, beaten in pieces in the dripping autumn rain:

“...... Seat ...... Vast ......"

He walked forward calmly, and a middle-aged man with the same blank look walked out behind him, walking in the cold rain, muttering something with the same blank look:

“...... The Sacred Ze Towering ...... There is a request ......"

A wooden door opened not far away, and out came a barefoot old woman, cloaked, stepping on the cold rain, muttering:

“...... The Wish of All Beings...... Blood of Ten Thousand Bloods......."

In the lanes, at the port, in the dirty beggar temple, doors were pushed open, young people, middle-aged people, old people, children.

Countless mortals who silently dedicated, or prayed sincerely, but hid their humble self during the Dragon Climbing Society, walked out of the forgotten corners of Pinjiang City, so that many people remembered it.

Pinjiang, it turns out that there are still so many people!

Their expressions were blank, and their voices were muttered, but they formed some kind of deep ancient chant, and each walked to the nearest altar of the dragon god.

Then they knelt down in a regular circle, letting the bone-chilling rain soak themselves thoroughly, and let the cold eyes of the dragon god on the altar rip through their flesh and blood, chewing like a devour.

In the sound of Sanskrit, wisps of blood floated from everyone's body, they were as light as mist, but as tough as silk.

Like wisps of red incense, it connected the heavens and the earth, pouring into the thick clouds that almost pressed down to the ground.

"Wow!"

A red demonic lightning streaked through the clouds, and the clouds turned black and red.

......

When a mortal walked out of the gate and walked towards the Red Dragon Altar like a pilgrimage.

Some monks in the city gradually realized that something was wrong, and Chen Lujia looked at the mortals walking by in front of him, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Behind him stood three waiters with the same identity as him, as well as two waiters, one surnamed Jiang and the other surnamed He.

This gave him some courage, and he dared to drag a thin teenager past him, and hide his uneasiness in a huge voice:

"You ...... What are you going to do? Now that the martial law in the city is unknown, hurry up and go home. ”

The emaciated boy did not see their usual fear and humility, his eyes stared blankly into the distance, and his throat still recited the strange prayer, and a brute force struggle came from his hands.

Chen Lujia followed his gaze, and a tall dragon god statue in the distance was looking at him with cold eyes.

"Uh...... Yes! He exclaimed, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the thin young man's neck, and the uneasiness and fear in his mind made him subconsciously look at the two waiters beside him.

"Hysteria...... Hysteria? ”

The surname Jiang served the water with a national face, and after watching this scene, his eyes swelled a little serious, and he shook his head and said:

"No, it's like some kind of sorcery."

Turning to another young waiter beside him, he said:

"He Huan, you quickly go and report this matter to Lord Jiang Mingyi Jiang and mobilize help."

Then he glanced at the Red Dragon Altar, which was constantly gathering people, and said in a cold voice:

"He Fangxiao is small, he dares to use the Red Dragon Altar to make trouble, you must know that now Pin Gong is still in charge of taming Haishan.

Let's go and destroy this Red Dragon Altar and find out what this demon really is. ”

He was about to act, but He Huan on the side did not respond, but stood in place with his head down.

"He Huan?!" He stepped forward, grabbed the other man by the collar, and lifted the other's head.

Seeing the tangled and painful look on the other party's face, a great warning and ...... suddenly arose in his heart Fear!

In the next second, he saw He Huan's hesitant eyes, reflecting a cold light that passed like lightning.

In the eyes of Chen Lujia and the others, Master Jiang had just lifted Lord He's collar, and an ordinary waiter who had been standing still next to him passed through several people like a ghost, and the white blade flashed in his hand.

Blood splattered from Lord Jiang's neck, and he turned around with difficulty, looking at the ordinary-looking Dragon Temple attendant in disbelief.

"Ho...... Ho...... Just go... Report Jiang Mingyi ...... "He panted hard, weakly clutched his half-cut neck, and spit out the word in his mouth that was constantly foaming with blood.

Then he fell to the ground with a bang.

The mortals of Pinjiang City walked by like walking corpses one by one, and no one looked at this place more.

Chen Lujia was almost stupid, a waiter died in front of him, and he looked at Lord He Huan He who was still standing next to him as if asking for help.

He Huan remained motionless, his face full of pain, hesitation, and a hint of remorse.

At this time, the man who had only joined his city patrol team not long ago, and was just an ordinary waiter like himself, and the white blade in his hand was still dripping with hot blood.

He looked at He Huan and said with some excitement:

"Lord He, what are you waiting for? The Fusheng Xuanyi Lingze Return Refining Array has been activated, and anyone who wants to destroy the Great Array will have to die!

This is the rule set by your temple, do you want to regret it now?! ”

He Huan's body shook violently, he took a deep breath, and at the same time wiped his big hand on his face. This wipe wiped away all the hesitation and pain on his face, erased the thing that I didn't know if it was rain or tears, and seemed to erase his friendship with the person who fell to the ground for more than ten years.

He Huan's face was covered with rain again, and the expression buried under it was as cold as a demon, and he said in a cold voice:

"Respect the Luke Temple to congratulate the dragon girl and welcome the dragon girl back into the world!

All the monks of the Dragon Temple obeyed the order, and anyone who wanted to destroy the great array in the city was a traitor. ”

swept over a few people who were trembling and stunned in the rain:

"Kill on the spot!"