After Ximen Tian was caught, the acropolis casually covered him with the crime of assassinating the city lord and collaborating with the enemy, and issued a list to the whole city, announcing that he would be beheaded at three o'clock in the afternoon two days later.

In the Acropolis' study, a masked man was leisurely flipping through a book with a book. But the city lord of this river city didn't even dare to breathe, and stood opposite the masked man. It seems that last night's events have been known to the waning moon.

"I heard that someone infiltrated here and destroyed the evil killing?" a faint voice came from under the scarf, as if there was no trace of emotion.

"I'll take care of it, this time it's a mistake and make sure it's done on time. The Acropolis Lord was sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to look the masked man in the eye.

"You say, why are you working so hard? I have already reminded you that if you kill the people of Jiangcheng, you will not be in a hurry here. The masked man chuckled and played with the dagger in his hand.

If it is really exposed, I dare to guarantee that not only you, but all the people in this huge river city will suffer from soul refining. ”

With a wave of the dagger, a knife mark instantly appeared on the Acropolis Lord's clothes.

"I hope the envoy forgives me, there will be no fish that have slipped through the net this time, and I guarantee that this will not happen next time. The Acropolis Lord was in a cold sweat, and he lowered his head with his hands tied, not even daring to look at the scar marks.

"It's best to take care of your eldest lady, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

When the Acropolis raised his head again, all that remained was the flock of crows that had dissipated outside the window. He sat down on the ground, relieved for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to lift his shirt, and a knife mark with a strong knife aura came into view, making his eyes stingle slightly.

After a long silence, the Acropolis Lord finally made up his mind and walked towards the prison with a gloomy face.

In prison, Ximen Tian was pushed into a dark corner by several wolf-like servants and threw himself on the ground.

After only half a day, hunger and fear filled his heart. He was deaf and dumb, and the only eye that could observe the world saw was pitch black. He didn't know what was facing him, and he didn't know what he was guilty of. With this fear and confusion, Ximen Tian fell asleep deeply.

"What is the little beggar doing?" As soon as the Acropolis Lord entered the prison, the first thing he said was to ask Ximen Tian's state.

"It should ...... Fell asleep. When the official saw that the city lord had arrived, he naturally didn't dare to slack off, went to Ximen Tian to visit him, and immediately came back to resume his life.

"What about the charge he painted?" the acropolis lord lifted the blue auspicious cloud-patterned gentry belt around his waist, waiting for the official to present it.

"That little beggar called a dog?"

"This kind of fatherless and motherless, deaf and dumb who can't write, naturally has no name, so we gave it a pseudonym. The official hurriedly explained, his face a little embarrassed.

"Well, let him suffer a little. The Acropolis Lord went to visit, and when he saw the thin figure in the corner, a little hatred emanated from his body for a while.

Almost, almost this little beggar exposed all his affairs! In this case, he had no choice but to put him to death!

"Yes. The official received the order, and after the acropolis lord left, he couldn't help but say, picked up the torture whip and hit Ximen Tian.

The power of life and death suddenly emanated from the surroundings of Ximentian, and the phantom shadow of a leaf of black petals was only a flash of light, and it was completely lost. Under the power, before he could react, the official evaporated out of thin air.

At the top of the Sword Sect, an old man in white clothes and white hair suddenly opened his eyes and looked at one of his clones hundreds of miles away from the Mortal Realm River City. At the same time, the doppelganger opened its eyes.

"The breath of the flowers on the other side? Could it be that the kid from Ximen Tian has come back from the Netherworld? The old man thought for a moment, and then disappeared from the enlightenment seat.

This old man is the supreme leader of the Immortal Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Realm today, the Sword Saint, the powerful person in the middle of the tribulation, and the master of Ximen Tianwei, Qingyang!

In a place called Weixiapu in the world of cultivating immortals, Miao Zun sat cross-legged, followed by his little daughter Luo'er. Miao Zun was also stunned the moment he received the news of the Sword Saint, and his face showed an emotional look.

"Master, Master, what's going on, tell Luo'er about it. Luo'er's face has not changed, but Xiu Wei has already reached the half-step Dao Xuan, and there is only a line away from the realm of Dao Xuan.

"I always thought that Qingyang was living in seclusion because he was afraid of death. Unexpectedly, for the sake of Ximen Tian, whose life and death were uncertain, he searched like this for a hundred years, and even I almost forgot about it. Thinking of the desperate and persistent young man in white for a hundred years, Miao Zun finally looked at him a little impressed.

Once you enter the netherworld, you will die and have no life. After crossing Huangquan Road, there is a Yin Si system. In ancient times, it was not that no immortal cultivator had tried, but no matter how powerful it was, no immortal cultivator had ever been able to come back.

"Is there really anyone who can transcend life and death?" Luo'er covered her mouth in surprise, with an extremely cute expression on her face.

"Not necessarily, Qingyang hasn't given a definite answer yet. ”

But if Simon really came back, it meant that he had broken through the laws of heaven between life and death. Miao Zun didn't say this sentence, but it was hidden deep in his heart.

Now that the Immortal Cultivation Realm has started a war, the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the Demon Sect are fighting each other everywhere, but the Immortal and Demon Sects are still jointly abiding by the rules of the Heavenly and Human Realms.

At this time, on Kunlun Mountain, an old man in white clothes and white hair appeared at the exit of the immortal cultivation world.

"Old friend, where are you going?"

Guarding Kunlun Mountain is the powerful of the Demon Sect, whose cultivation is similar to that of Zhang Tianshi in the mortal realm, and they are all fulfilling the rules formulated by the ancient times.

"Nothing, just looking at the scenery and chatting by the way. Qingyang smiled kindly, and there was no trace of immortal aura on his body.

Although he was able to easily kill this so-called garrison power and forcibly go to the mortal realm to find Ximen Tian back, his Sword Saint was never a dishonest person, and the rules that should be followed had to be followed.

And Jiangcheng has come to the day to ask Ximen Tian.

Since then, Ximen Tian appeared in the prisoner cart and began to march along the streets of the city. Countless people stood on both sides of the street, baskets filled with leftovers and eggs, and some even picked up bricks.

Ximen Tian opened his eyes in a daze, but what he saw was the angry people on the street, and an inexplicable sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.

He knew the truth of the matter, but he was condemned by the people who did not know the truth. As long as the acropolis lord of this Jiangcheng kills himself, these people will be kept in the dark forever until they become the evil slaughter of the waning moon.

"Smash!" shouted, and the eggs and cabbages all over the street smashed towards Ximentian, and Ximentian's forehead, shoulders, and arms were all scars, and he was pushed all the way to the temporary execution ground in this piece of scolding.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, open the knife and ask for a slash!" the supervisor threw the token, and the executioner waved his broadsword.