Chapter 296: Small Town, Border Pass, Wind and Cloud (4)

"Hahaha!"

Wukong grinned, "Since you have said that monks should be compassionate and purify all sentient beings, and I am also a monk, you might as well stay for the time being, perhaps, I can still do my part!"

Fahai was stunned, he looked at Wukong fixedly for a moment, and then nodded slightly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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Wukong stood up, since he had decided to stay, he planned to go out for a walk again, to see if there was any way to crack it, that is, to stay, then he also had to take the initiative, to find out the intentions of the Qing Clan, and it was not his way to be beaten passively.

The sky outside was a little dark, and high up, an invisible net had quietly shrouded the entire Anfeng City, and in the floating clouds, some figures could occasionally be found looking at the Nether Realm.

For immortal cultivators, this is just an ordinary and ordinary civilian town, perhaps, with just one hand, the entire small city can be wiped out and disappear without a trace.

Chirp!

A few flying birds flew quickly from a distance, flapping their wings and singing lowly, and inadvertently touched the sealing array, and saw a small spark flash in the sky, and those flying birds disappeared in an instant.

"Sure enough, it's meticulous!"

Wukong raised his head speechlessly, this Ao Xian, for the sake of his son, really thought about Zhou Xiang and was desperate.

It's just that the people of this city are really dizzy for a few pieces of deadly dragon meat, but they don't know that in the dark, cause and effect intersect, and a catastrophe is coming.

"Alas!" Wukong sighed. Not only for the ignorant people of this city, but also for the unpredictable fate.

The next day, at four o'clock in the morning.

Wukong woke up early, and when he walked to the city gate, he found that the father and daughter surnamed Zhao were each holding a torch in their hands, and they had arrived early.

None of the three of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing and dull.

Wukong took advantage of the firelight to look at the eyes of the two stone lions on the left and right.

The majestic statue and the angry lion's eyes were mottled and hideous, but no unusual changes were found.

Zhao's father and daughter hid in the corner of the firelight, supporting each other and snuggling up, their faces a little pale.

At six o'clock in the morning, the first rays of sunlight fell from the sky and fell on the three of them as scheduled.

"Blood, blood, blood!"

The little girl's sudden scream shattered the crumbling good morning time in an instant.

The scream was piercing and miserable, Wukong's heart jumped, and when he raised his eyes, sure enough, the two stone eyes of the stone lion on the right side of the city gate that were originally mottled and broken have become bright red at some point, and the red is delicate, and if you look closely, there seems to be a trace of liquid overflowing in the pupils like blood.

Tick tock!

The bright red liquid quickly overflowed the stone lion's eyes, ticking, along the eye sockets, dripping onto the male lion's high chest, the sunlight was small, and it looked extremely dazzling and penetrating.

"Lion's Eye... It's bleeding, it's bleeding, it's really bleeding!" The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao pointed to the stone lion, his lips trembled, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

After a while, he suddenly screamed bitterly: "Hurry, run for your life!" After speaking, he didn't care about Wukong, and pulled up his daughter who had collapsed to the ground, and the two of them staggered and hurried back.

Three screams in succession, terrible and piercing, pierced the morning sky, immediately woke up many people, and disturbed the tranquility of the early morning.

After a while, I saw many people closing the doors and locking them, dragging their families with them, and running away one after another.

It's a pity that many people haven't run out of many miles before they crash headlong into an invisible net, bang, bang, gray and annihilated in an instant, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The flames burst into the sky, and the flesh exploded, leaving a cloud of ashes.

This tragic change, this terrible scene, immediately stunned everyone.

"Ahh ！”

The rest of the people were stunned, and then, after a whistle, they fled home screaming everywhere, and no longer dared to act rashly.

They, at this moment, finally realized that a terrible disaster had really befallen them.

Wukong stood in place, looking at the small city that was in chaos in an instant, feeling both sympathy and helplessness in his heart.

"Alas, the cycle of cause and effect, there is a debtor who is wronged!" He sighed lightly, looked at the bleeding stone lion a few more times, and after a while, he also walked away.

What should come is coming!

On the broken city wall, Fahai held the bowl in his hand, looked up at the sky, and looked solemn.

On the horizon, on the horizon, a huge red sun is rising, and the glow is shining in all directions, reflecting half of the sky.

In the city behind him, the door is closed, and the needles falling in the corners can be heard, and there is silence.

Wukong walked step by step, along the broken bluestone, step by step, and slowly walked to Fahai's side.

Half an hour later, northwest of the town.

I saw the distant sky, suddenly dark clouds rolling, thunder and lightning, thick dark clouds layer upon layer, like a thousand waves of the sea, surging, swept in.

Thundered!

Thundered!

The dark clouds in the sky rolled and stirred, covering the sky and the sun, like the wind and clouds, swallowing everything that could be swallowed along the way, rolling mightily.

In the thick clouds, you can faintly see all kinds of strange-shaped sailors or holding knives, forks and sticks, densely packed, one by one, clustered with hundreds of flags, majestic and murderous.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the huge sky, for a while, the wind hissed, shouted bursts, and hunted with flags, shocking the sky.

On the low and dilapidated city wall, Wukong and Fahai stood side by side, looking up at the sky in the distance.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the distant sky, in the midst of lightning and thunder, a large number of rolling dark clouds with countless figures were rushing towards him.

Wukong frowned, just a small town, less than a hundred households, thousands of people, ordinary immortal cultivators, one slap can kill them all, this, can use such a big battle?

He scratched his head, which one did this water dragon king make?

Bang la la blah!

In the air, the wind blows, and the clothes fly.

Before the rain fell, the small city of Anfeng was already full of cold and murderous atmosphere.

However, when I looked at the sea again, I saw that his expression was solemn, and his strong mana had already wrapped around the cuffs of his body.

Wukong secretly begged, this Fahai may be a character in the future.

It's just that now, this level is not easy! Thinking of this, he turned his head and continued to look at the sky above him.

In just a few moments, the sky above the town was already covered by thick dark clouds.

In the air, only listening to the howling of the wind and the rumbling of the water, the people in the city secretly lay in front of the window, looking at everything in front of them, they were already frightened and at a loss.

Wukong calmly looked at everything that was happening in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, as if all this turmoil had nothing to do with him.

On the ruined city wall, he, like Fahai, seemed to be determined, not moving, standing on the broken wall like a clay statue, only his hair and clothes fluttering gently in the wind.

He wants to see what kind of person this so-called Water Dragon King Ao Xian is!