Beiyin Great Sage

"The shortest period is seven or eight years, and the longest period is three to fifty years."

"..." Brown's eyebrows drooped slightly:

"We don't have that much time."

"Emperor Master!" Wan Fu's complexion changed:

"Without verification, it would be very dangerous to carry out physical transformation without authorization, and we Bello people are different from workers."

"This……"

"Near death!"

"This is not the place to talk." Brown turned the conversation around, put his hands away the five balls of blood in front of him, and struggled to get up:

"Leave here first."

"correct."

He looked sideways and asked:

"What happened to Wenchang and the others?"

Wan Fu's face froze, he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Brown's eyes changed, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. It took a long time before he sighed, and strode forward without saying a word.

……

"kill!"

"Kill!"

In the dense forest, there was constant shouting and killing.

The torches swayed in it, and flew out from time to time, igniting the trees. Under the raging fire, it also showed the brutality of a group of people fighting.

Hundreds of Beiluo elite soldiers are encircling and suppressing more than ten people.

There are more than ten people, old and young, male and female, and most of them don't have too strong cultivation.

If it weren't for the strength of a man and a woman among them, blocking most of the offensive, the rest of them would have been unable to hold on.

"Wenchang!"

The commander of the elite soldiers shouted:

"You can't escape, you can't escape, go back with us and question the crime!"

"fart!"

A young man in the field said angrily:

"We are innocent!"

"People in the Emperor's Mansion would rather die than be judged by others, especially by those of you who have turned their backs on the Belo tribe!"

"Humph!"

The leader snorted coldly:

"Stubborn, seek death!"

"on!"

With a wave of his hand, his voice was cold:

"Don't be merciful, kill them all, leave no one alive!"

"Here!"

The elite soldiers got the order, and the siege became more and more urgent. Swords and swords were thrown out, mixed with various arrows, and more than ten people were surrounded to death.

"puff!"

"what……"

One by one, the figures fell down one after another.

"Second Mother!"

"sister!"

Wen Chang roared angrily, swung his knife and rushed forward frantically, but was firmly stopped.

However, he failed to achieve success after a long charge, on the contrary, he had a few wounds on his body, his long hair was even more disheveled, and he was covered in blood.

"Peng!"

A beautiful figure fell to the ground heavily, and several swords crossed and chopped down.

"Yingzi!"

Wen Chang roared loudly, but he could only watch helplessly as the weapon fell, his eyes widened, blood burst from the wound, and his strength was exhausted rapidly.

In his eyes, there is only the fallen weapon, the shadow of despair.

time.

Suddenly it freezes.

The sound of the wind stagnated, the fallen leaves were still, and the heartbeat suddenly slowed down. Only a phantom could be seen floating in the scene without sound.

next moment.

"Peng!"

One after another human figures flew away, and dozens of people rolled and fell into the distance.

Zhou Jia stood in the field with his hands behind his back, glanced at several people, and asked with his eyes:

"Someone from the Brown House?"

"You..." The sudden appearance of the man in black made Wen Chang look suspicious, and hurriedly protected Yingzi, who was still in shock, and looked at the person who came:

"What is the name of the senior?"

In such a large Hongzeyu area, anyone who can directly call the emperor's teacher by name is a strong silver man.

Moreover, in the situation just now, the person who came here could sweep away dozens of Bello's elite soldiers with his hands and feet, what a terrifying strength.

To know.

Among those elite soldiers, there are many black iron masters.

"You brought a lot of things!"

Zhou Jia rested his chin on his hand, and took a panoramic view of the packages behind them:

"There should be a lot of good things, right?"

Wen Chang tightened his body, and subconsciously vetoed:

"No no."

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Jia laughed:

"I'm not going to snatch your things, but if you don't have a place to go for the time being, you might as well come with me and avoid it first."

Saying that, take off the hood.

"My name is Zhou Jia, have you heard of this name?"

"Zhou Jia!" Wen Chang's eyes lit up:

"Is it you?"

"I heard from my adoptive father that after the Battle of the Holy Mountain, Zhao Fujia's body was destroyed, and Senior Zhou is the number one expert in Hong Zeyu!"

"Well..." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"It doesn't count."

It is true that Zhao Fujia lost his physical body, but he got a Yuanji reactor. Once fully fused, his strength will become stronger.

But there is no need to tell outsiders about such things.

"If there is no objection, then let's go!"

"senior."

Wenchang stepped forward:

"I don't know my adoptive father..."

"The emperor is not dead." Zhou Jia said:

"As for the current situation, Zhou is not clear."

……

……

……

time flies.

half year later.

Variety.

Happened silently.

The dark undercurrent is unknown to outsiders.

I don't know when, one after another, dark temples appeared in every corner of Hongzeyu, especially in the middle of the major cities.

The six clans and the military department seem to be slowly being forgotten.

Only the followers of the ruler of darkness began to walk in the world, spreading the brilliance of the body.

source city.

It was once one of the 36 lines of the outer sect of the Xuantian League, and the territory of the Mingyuan lineage.

now.

A temple with a height of more than [-] meters stands in the city.

"Father God above!"

"All things will eventually die!"

A group of people in black robes walked on the street, lingering in front of each stall, reaching out to take away all the achievements of the stall owner's busy work in the previous half day.

Their movements were natural, obviously they had become used to it, and they were even more skilled at rummaging through boxes and cabinets. No matter where the gold and silver were hidden, they could be searched.

Facing the demands for the black robes, the stall owners bowed their heads in silence, and no one dared to resist, each of them honestly let the other party search.

even.

Take the initiative to take out your own gains.

The autumn wind is rustling.

Fallen leaves fluttered on the ground.

It was bleak.

"An angel."

In front of a porridge and pancake stall, the shivering stall owner knelt down and begged in a low voice:

"The porridge and cakes sold by the little old man are only sold in the morning. Can you save some for our family to fill our stomachs?"

"In the second half of the day, no one bought porridge cakes."

"Oh!"

A man in black robe raised his head and frowned:

"You sell porridge and cakes, how can you be short of food?"

"Could it be..."

"Is it disrespectful to the gods?"

Hearing this, the stall owner's complexion changed drastically, he waved his hands hastily, and even hit his head on the ground in panic, hitting his forehead livid: