Wen Linqi couldn't sit still in his own carriage for a long time, and ran to huddle with Wen Linfeng. It was strange that he was able to sit still, and the two cavalry guards under his command were gone in a few breaths, and when he passed by the place where the guards died, he opened his eyes wide and carefully looked at the tragic situation of the two guards. A person was directly split in half by a man and a horse, he never thought that he would see the death of the enemy in this kind of braggart and fart one day. The other one was even more miserable, although there was no one in sight, but the horse's head seemed to have been hit into the horse's belly by something, and the fate of the man was probably not much better.

The experience of just one cup of tea kung fu was completely beyond his previous imagination.

He didn't want to know how high Wencheng's strength was now, it was difficult for him to take even a single move against such a terrifying enemy, but Wencheng was able to calmly lure the enemy away. From the constant sounds of fighting and roaring from behind, Wencheng was still able to keep fighting with such an enemy?

"You're not worried about the city?"

Wen Linqi pushed Wen Linfeng.

Wen Linfeng looked at the eldest brother and sighed, "Why don't you worry? After all, it is my biological son, but what's the use of worrying? We don't even have the possibility of helping, we can only let him resist alone, and now we leave as quickly as possible, which is the greatest help to him." ”

Wen Linqi was silent, what his brother said was right, it was useless for them to worry about it. The enemy is fierce and abnormal, and whoever is here is a dead end.

Wencheng ran all the way, and the tea kung fu caught up with the convoy. Falling on the Wen family's carriage with a bang, he couldn't help but shudder.

Wen Cheng's face was pale now, his lips were blue, and the poison on the spear was like a toxin, which he could control with his Changchun Gong internal qi. But the yin qi left on his body by the spear was stronger than that of the white-clothed one, fortunately, he did not hurt the vital point this time, although the yin qi was strong, but it would kill him, at most, he would not be able to move his left hand in a short time. With the consumption of the internal qi of the Red Demon Skill, he can always expel all the yin qi.

But Wencheng's embarrassed appearance startled his father.

"Cheng'er!"

Wen Linfeng saw that Wen Cheng was cold and piercing, his face was pale and still shivering, and his heart suddenly seemed to be tightened.

"Come and sit down. ”

Wen Linqi stretched out his hand and helped Wen Cheng sit down.

He was injured, so he quickly took out the medicine box and bandaged him. ”

Dad and Uncle untied Wencheng's clothes with all their hands, and cleaned him before applying medicine and bandaging it.

Wen Cheng's wound looked terrifying, in fact, he had already used Changchun Gong Internal Qi to stop the bleeding in the first place. Sitting on the ground for a while, Wen Cheng looked at his father's worried look, and said with a smile: "Dad, I'm fine, it's just a skin injury." You see, not even the blood has been shed. ”

Dad was silent for a long time, and finally spit out, "What kind of world is this!"

Wen Cheng was also silent when he heard this, yes, what kind of world is this! I think that his Wen family is prosperous, rich and rich, although he is rich, but he has not done anything to bully others, it can be regarded as a good family. Even the craftsmen and servants who worked for the Wen family, the Wen family never treated them harshly, not only spending a lot of effort to train them, but also letting them leave if they wanted after the contract expired, and stayed if they wanted.

But the industry accumulated by the Wen family for decades was inexplicably lost in a few months. Even he, the second son of the Wen family, has to work hard for his family, if he didn't have an infinite skill modifier, I'm afraid he would have been a pile of white bones a long time ago.

What kind of world is this? Ghosts are rampant and wantonly killing people, and this is a world that is precarious. If you want to spend your life in peace, it's just a fool's dream. Fortunately, he still has modifiers, as long as he finds enough skill points, he doesn't care what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods he is, and he will be hacked to death.

Wen Cheng let out a long breath.

At this moment, Wen Cheng felt an extreme sense of depression coming from behind.

"Stop!"

Wen Cheng went against his own plan to stop the convoy and turned to look in the direction of Iron Mountain City, where an increasingly intense depression was coming from the direction of Iron Mountain City.

"How so?" exclaimed Wen Lynch.

Wencheng also understood the reason for the uncle's exclamation, only to see that the bright fire on Tieshan City, which was originally used as a guide for the straight road, had now turned into a miserable green, which made people feel cold.

Before he had time to think about it, a huge red flame appeared to the west of Iron Mountain City. The red clouds kept tumbling, emitting a strong light that turned the night into day in an instant, and the light that pierced the sky pierced the clouds in the sky and swept in all directions.

Under Wen Cheng's sharp eyes, he clearly saw that Tieshan City suddenly burst into countless blood lines, all of which converged under the action of a force, flying towards the tumbling red fireball, and directly injected into it.

In an instant, the red light faded, and the more powerful blazing white light shone again on the heavens and the earth with a stronger posture. A white aura of qi appeared around the light cluster, expanding wildly in all directions.

"That's it, Iron Mountain, a landslide?"

The Iron Mountain really collapsed, and from such a distance, Wencheng could clearly see that the Iron Mountain swelled violently in a circle around the moment the aura appeared, and then turned into countless pieces and fell towards the ground.

Wencheng saw with his own eyes that the snow near the Iron Mountain was disappearing rapidly, and a thin black line, as if it could swallow everything, wiped out the snow cleanly. It was the hot rays of the sun-like blazing white fireball melting the snow frantically.

The wind rose on the ground, blew on the few trees in the Northland, pressed the trunks to the ground to the lowest, and then broke them one by one, and the snow on the ground was thrown away by the wind and shot out in all directions like bullets.

Not only did Iron Mountain collapse, but Iron Mountain City was also finished. When Wen Cheng saw the countless blood lines, he knew that Iron Mountain City was finished. With so many blood lines, apart from people in Iron Mountain City, Wencheng couldn't think of anything else that could provide.

At this time, Wencheng also figured out why so many things had happened in Iron Mountain City for so long.

Good means, really good means!

First, he killed people in the outermost layer through ghosts, scared all the people to Iron Mountain City, and at the same time spread the news that Iron Mountain City had a heavy treasure about the birth of Iron Mountain City in other cities, attracting people to Iron Mountain City. It is true that Chongbao was born, but unfortunately this is only something that a very small number of people are qualified to obtain, and the vast majority of people have a destiny to see it, but they have no destiny to take it.

At the moment when the treasure was born, those mysterious people didn't know what means they used, and directly sacrificed all the blood of the people in the city to the treasure.

Although these are Wencheng's guesses, but looking at this scene, he is afraid that his guesses are not far from ten.

These mysterious people are really ruthless, blood sacrifice to the whole city, this is something that people can do? Maybe these mysterious people don't treat people as human beings at all, as ants.

The wind blew with ice and snow whistling, crackling and hitting Wencheng's face, making him cold and painful. But no matter how cold his face is, it can't compare to the chill in his heart at this moment, there is a group of high-ranking people in this world, who regard mortals as ants, kill if they want to, and sacrifice blood if they want to.

Wen Linqi grabbed Wen Cheng's clothes, "Cheng'er, tell me, what's wrong there?

Wen Cheng said indifferently, "The Iron Mountain has collapsed, and the Iron Mountain City is finished." ”

"Iron Mountain City is over? Oh my God, oh my God. Wen Lynch did not have the joy of escaping at all, but was in pain. Iron Mountain City has his robes and his men. When Wencheng asked him to leave, he didn't even think that Tieshan City would be finished, he thought that it was just ghosts pestering the Wen family, and he thought that he could bring his personal guards to protect the Wen family all the way away.

Wen Cheng didn't think that Iron Mountain City would be completely finished, and everyone would die, all he thought about was to escape the danger, to escape the danger of being affected by the pond fish.

Everyone was silent, in deep grief, without the slightest emotion of rejoicing, which was a kind of sadness like a physical injury.

The blazing white light still shines strongly in the distance, and the heaven and earth that shine are bright. But this light does not bring the slightest warmth to people, but it is a kind of light of death, and I don't know how many people's lives have been taken by this light just now.

In the end, it was Wen Linfeng who broke the silence with force, picked up the long whip in his hand, and slammed it on the horse.

"Everyone, let's go!"

The stopped convoy moved slowly again, but when it left Iron Mountain City, the convoy was moving forward with the afterglow of the setting sun, and now it was indeed moving forward with white light. I just don't know if the wheels are pressing on the souls contained in this white light, but I don't think so.

"Grass Kan human life, this is grass Kan human life. I must go to the court and let the murderer get the punishment he deserves. Wen Linqi punched the frame and said hatefully.

Wen Cheng listened to the silence.

Is it useful to play the imperial court? Will it be able to get justice for the unjust souls of Iron Mountain City? I'm afraid it's whimsical.

Ordinary people like Wencheng have seen a few people in this group of mysterious people. As the only official government, it is impossible to say that the imperial court has no understanding of these mysterious people. But how long has it been since the strange death of villagers in Iron Mountain City at the beginning? At least half a year.

Half a year, if the imperial court wants to take care of it, it will definitely be in time. But the result was that the city lord's mansion was slaughtered, and all the people in the city were sacrificed in blood, not to mention that the court was in charge, and even the news was not handed over. Otherwise, Wen Linqi, as the supreme official of Iron Mountain City, would not have known even a little bit of news.

If Wen Cheng hadn't gotten ambiguous news and asked his uncle to leave, I'm afraid there would have been an extra blood line he provided just now.

"Uncle, forget it. The imperial court may not know what is happening here in Iron Mountain City, the water in it is too deep, if you rush to play, maybe there will be no results, and it will cause disaster to the whole family. ”

"I don't believe that there is no royal law in this world, even if I am soft-spoken, I can go and ask Lord Yue. ”

Wencheng knew that the uncle was in the uncle's mouth, even if the old prime minister Xu Weibo, but Wencheng was also not optimistic about the uncle's doing.

"If the old prime minister doesn't know, it can only show that the status of the old prime minister in the eyes of the court is not as high as we imagined. If the old prime minister knows, has he sent you the news? No. Either even the old prime minister didn't dare to provoke these people, or he directly gave up on you, uncle. ”

"No, I'm also his son-in-law, even if he doesn't care about me, doesn't he even care about his own daughter?"

Wen Cheng took a deep breath and said categorically in the ear of the uncle: "The son is gone, do you still care about a daughter?"

Wen Linqi was struck by lightning, and he sat frozen on the spot, unable to say a word again. After a while, he sighed like nothing, this breath seemed to drain his spirit, and suddenly gave Wencheng the feeling that he was ten years old.

Wen Lynch jumped off and returned to his carriage, lifting and falling the curtain to cover his lost soul.