Zhou Tianlong walked all the way down the woods, but he never found any trace of Tong Liang, and he also felt very annoyed in his heart: "That's it, let's solve Tong Liang after returning to the sect! This kind of person must not let him live in the world!"

Since he couldn't find Tong Liang, Zhou Tianlong was no longer in a hurry, but walked slowly along the woods, chatting with Zhou Soul as he walked: "Hey! I said what kind of cultivation are you? Just a soul can give me the strength of the Imperial Martial Realm in a short period of time! If your body is here, what kind of powerful existence will it be!"

Zhou Soul just laughed vigorously and did not answer Zhou Tianlong's words. Every time he talked about issues such as strength and identity, Zhou Soul has always remained silent.

For these, Zhou Tianlong is also used to it, although Zhou Soul does not answer, he still keeps asking questions along the way, after all, Zhou Soul's performance today has opened his eyes, more than a dozen martial artists of the True Martial Realm were killed under his hands in an instant.

The two of them walked in the direction of the Tianyu Mountain Range with a smile and a smile.

Zhengjia Village, by the Tianlong River.

A yellow-haired man stood with his hands in his hands, this person looked to be about forty years old, with a fierce look on his face, and his strength had actually reached the late stage of the True Martial Realm. Behind him, there are also dozens of people, these people don't seem to have low cultivation, basically they are all in the early stage of the True Martial Realm or the late stage of the Mortal Martial Realm.

Opposite this group of people, there was another group of people, old and young, men and women, all of whom were the villagers of Zhengjia Village. But at this moment, they were trembling all over, looking at the yellow-haired man opposite with horror on their faces.

The yellow-haired man swept through the villagers and shouted, "Let me ask again, where did the Huoyun Evil God Wang Tong go? Was he killed? What is the emptiness of Huoyun Mountain? Was it destroyed by someone?"

The group of people behind him also shouted: "Speak quickly! If you don't say anything, I will kill you!"

The villagers on the opposite side looked at each other one by one, and they knew that the yellow-haired man in front of them was Chen Meng, the owner of the village in Baizhang Mountain, about twenty miles away from Zhengjia Village.

Chen Meng has been bored recently, and wants to visit Wang Tong in Huoyun Mountain, but he finds that there is no one on Huoyun Mountain, and it seems that he has been given a nest, and he also expected that Wang Tong will be more auspicious, if Wang Tong is still alive, if there is any danger in Huoyun Mountain, then Wang Tong will definitely go to him for help.

Thinking of this, Chen Meng couldn't help but be greatly annoyed. He knew that Zhengjia Village was the closest to Huoyun Mountain, so he led his men to Zhengjia Village, wanting to find out the truth about the destruction of Huoyun Mountain from the mouths of the villagers.

These villagers naturally knew that Huoyun Mountain was destroyed by Zhou Tianlong, and although Wang Tong died at the hands of his minions, after all, he died because he was seriously injured by Zhou Tianlong.

But if they say it, this Chen Meng will definitely not let Zhou Tianlong go. Although they are all ordinary people and don't know how to cultivate, they also know that Chen Meng's strength is far above Wang Tong, don't look at Zhou Tianlong's ability to defeat Wang Tong, but in front of Chen Meng, I'm afraid it won't work at all.

If it weren't for Zhou Tianlong, they might have already faced the tragic fate of leaving their homeland, so today they also made up their minds that even if they died here, they would never betray their heroes.

The village chief shook his head: "Master Chen, we really don't know who destroyed this Huoyun Mountain!"

"Fart! You are so close to Huoyun Mountain, you will not know what happened to Huoyun Mountain, I think you are deliberately shielding the murderer, maybe, you are an accomplice!" Chen Meng said sharply.

"Someone!" Chen Meng suddenly shouted: "Tie up all these people for me!"

"Yes!" the people behind Chen Meng agreed, and walked towards the villagers.

Seeing that Chen was really angry, the hearts of the villagers were even more worried. In terms of ferocity, this Chen Meng is even worse than Wang Tong, it seems that today is really a dead end!

Where could these villagers resist the robbers of Baizhang Mountain, and after only a short time, they were all tied up.

Chen Meng's eyes shot two fierce lights: "Do you say it or not, if you don't say it, I will kill you all today!" After speaking, Chen Meng turned around and pulled out a steel knife from the hand of a subordinate next to him, and pointed the tip of the knife at the villagers.

A group of villagers shook their clothes and fought, they were all honest countrymen, where had they seen such a scene, and they were suddenly frightened one by one.

Among the villagers, only the village chief is a famous warrior, and he is a little bolder, although he is also tied up by the people of Baizhang Mountain at this moment, but he still insists: "Master Chenzhai, we really don't know the way, you just killed us, and we don't know the way!"

Hearing this, Chen Meng's face became even heavier, and he swept away the villagers: "Oh, I don't know how to kill you, then I'll kill one first!"

As he spoke, Chen Meng carried a knife and walked towards the villagers.

Those villagers trembled with fright, but they only had one belief in their hearts at this moment: since the great hero saved their Zhengjia Village, this time, it was Zhengjia Village's turn to save him. Even if they died here today, they would never confide in Zhou Tianlong.

Zheng Xin and his wife were also quite moved when they saw that the villagers still refused to confess Zhou Tianlong under such circumstances. They had already regarded Zhou Tianlong as their own child, and even if they died for him at this moment, they would die a well-deserved death.

"Fei'er, Tianlong, remember to avenge us!" Zheng Xin said secretly in his heart, and secretly glad that Zheng Fei had returned to the Tianyu Sect, otherwise I am afraid that I would suffer today.

The village chief glanced back at the villagers, and a faint smile appeared on his face. These villagers really did not let themselves down, and this kind of thing of ingratitude cannot be done in Zhengjia Village. Big hero, look at it, your kindness to my Zhengjia Village, the villagers of my Zhengjia Village are willing to pay back with their lives.

Chen Meng walked up to the villagers and raised his knife suddenly, only to startle the villagers into exclaiming.

"Whew!" The steel knife fell, just on the neck of the village chief, and Chen Meng shouted and asked: "Old man, let me ask you again, do you say it or not!"

The village chief smiled faintly: "Master Chen, how many times have I said it, we really don't know what to do!" There was not the slightest fear in his words, what about handing over his life for the sake of Zhou Tianlong.

"Okay!" Chen Mengha laughed: "Then let you go to the underworld to see Lord Yama!" As he spoke, the steel knife was raised, and he was about to cut off the head of the village chief.

"Village chief!" shouted the villagers, their eyes closed, unable to bear to look at this bloody scene again.

"Don't kill my grandfather!" Suddenly, a child burst into tears.

"Huh?" Chen Meng's knife suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he looked down at the crying child, a hideous smile appeared on his face.

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Seeing that Chen Meng was going to kill his precious grandson, the village chief's heart trembled suddenly, and he shouted loudly: "Chen Meng, don't kill him, there is a kind of you killing me!

"Haha If you don't want him to die, you should know what to do!"

The child was so frightened that he cried, and was pinched in Chen Meng's arms, with his hands and feet, and kept crying: "Grandpa!

Seeing Chen Meng's knife raised above his grandson's head, the village chief's heart was like a knife. This precious grandson is his lifeline, and if he has any accidents, he won't be able to live.

On one side is his precious grandson, and on the other side is the kindness of the big hero, the village chief is in a dilemma, and he is so anxious that he breaks out in a cold sweat.

The child's parents also cried and begged Chen Meng vigorously, but Chen Meng was a robber who killed people without blinking, so he was willing to listen to their pleas.

Seeing that their son was about to die by the sword, the child's parents really wanted to tell the truth at all costs, but the father was here, and they did not have the right to speak, and besides, they knew that if they told the truth, although they might be able to save the child's life, they were afraid that they would be spurned by all the villagers henceforth that they were ungrateful villains.

The couple was so anxious that they cried loudly, desperately trying to break free from the rope and go up to save their son, but with the two of them ordinary people, they couldn't do anything at all.

"That's it!" the village chief sighed, looked back at his son and daughter-in-law, and saw that their faces were full of tears, and his heart was not happy.

Turning his head and looking at his crying baby grandson, the village chief shook his head and said secretly in his heart: "Child, don't blame grandpa for being ruthless! The great hero saved our entire Zhengjia Village, and I must not betray him for you! In the future, grandpa will find a way to avenge you!"

Thinking of this, the village chief closed his eyes and no longer looked at the scene in front of him.

Chen Meng saw that the village chief had closed his eyes, and his face became even more gloomy: "Okay! Very good! Old man, that means you'd rather want your grandson to die than tell the truth, right? Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As he spoke, Chen Meng's steel knife slashed down on the child's head.

All the villagers closed their eyes, unable to bear to see this scene again, a child of a few years old, just like this, died under the butcher's knife of the robbers.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the villagers couldn't help but be startled when they heard that the sound was wrong, and hurriedly opened their eyes, and suddenly opened their mouths wide, all of them were stunned by the strange scene in front of them.

I saw that the steel knife did not even hit the child's head, but on the top of the child's head, there was a rusty, half-broken, rectangular broken iron bar, blocking the knife that Chen Meng struggled to chop.