Lord of the People: Start Summoning Black and White Impermanence

Chapter 242 Imperial Edict
Staring at Wang Jie, the whole person wanted to rush forward.

But before he could do anything, the rope on his body kept flickering and tightened.

The fierceness of the whole person faded in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a bit of pain.

Nuba's war spear had already reached his head.

Hill, who can be said to have only half of his face left, roared at this moment:
"Small, shut up."

Heath's struggling body trembled slightly, and he fell to the ground and looked at Hill in shock: "Brother."

Hill didn't reply, but a faint light radiated from his body, slowly recovering his face.

Then he looked at Wang Jie: "Are you the king of the wild?"

Wang Jie glanced at him, nodded, and then interrupted him:
"We'll talk later."

Slightly stunned.

Wang Jie narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I feel it."

"Let's project it."

With a flick of the palm, a ball of light flew out, and then quickly projected a picture.

It was a wilderness beyond the city.

Yang Jian has already appeared there.

The silver light flickered, and the two figures who looked like children were directly torn apart.

Then the body changed, turning back into two adults again, with a faint black mist lingering.

With a little hatred, he fled towards the distance.

But not running yet.

Xing Tian's giant blade has been suppressed.

The purple-black dagger in his hand suddenly reached out.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, rocks crumbled, and blood mist flew.

Under the silver light, the body of one of the assassins has been completely torn apart.

And, in an instant.

The divine eyes on Yang Jian's forehead flickered and fell into the blood mist.

As if there was something wrong with the care, the silver glow fell.

"Oh!"

There was an explosion.

The blood mist continued to surge, but it could no longer recondense.

And this moment.

Another figure has left.

But the next moment.

Yang Jian and Xing Tian had already appeared in front of him again.

The same move, the same siege, the same struggle, and the same ending brought a different sound of reminder in Wang Jie's mind.

[Kill the eighth-level god Baiyun, gain 340 million units of power of faith, one broken kingdom of God, one piece of blood of the gods, one storage ring, and [-] units of energy value]

[Kill the eighth-level god Hei Mo, gain 320 million units of power of faith, one broken kingdom of God, one piece of blood of the gods, one storage ring, and [-] units of energy value]

in the screen.

The auras of Yang Jian and Xing Tian continued to expand, and even faintly touched the level of the seventh-order gods again.

As long as there is still fighting, the two of them will be able to break through completely within a day at most.

And in the hall.

Wang Jie's body faintly raised the momentum, even surpassing the two of them.

Slightly closing his eyes, absorbing the energy boost brought by the beheading.

Feeling the shock in the eyes of Heath and Hill, he opened his eyes, stared at Hill, and said lightly:
"Okay, we can talk now."

After a moment of silence, Heathron said:
"Threats are useless against us."

Wang Jie's eyes shifted slightly, he glanced at Heath, and then turned to look at Hill again: "Can you make him shut up?"

In an instant.

Hill felt a kind of fear, a kind of coldness.

As long as Heath said a word again, Wang Jie would directly kill him without any scruples.

The original fear in my heart rose again, and I looked at Heath:

"Xiaosi, don't talk."

Heath opened his mouth slightly.

Hill sternly stopped:

"Do not talk!"

Hiss was slightly stunned, then closed his eyes, and there was a faint light shining on his body.

Restoring the big hole in the chest also seems to close the mouth, ears, nose and other five senses.

Seeing this, Hill breathed a sigh of relief.

But the vigilance in my heart is not relaxed, and the next thing I have to face is the real challenge.

Looking at Wang Jie: "You left us, is there anything you want to ask? We won't say anything about the Mage Association."

Wang Jie shook his head: "It's not because of this."

"What's your name?"

Hill was slightly taken aback, and then replied, "My name is Hill, and his name is Heath."

Wang Jie nodded: "Very good, Hill, I know you won't betray the Mage Association, I just want to ask about the situation of the Demon Tide."

He could feel that Akasa was still hiding something from the demon tide.

And these concealments are useless even if he asks, and this is one of the reasons why he kept the two of them.

If the two prisoners don't speak, he has many ways to make them speak.

Hill was stunned for a moment: "Do you know what Mochao does?"

Wang Jie hasn't answered yet.

Brows furrowed.

In an instant, Hill tensed up and stared at Wang Jie.

I wondered if I had made a mistake in my answer just now.

At this time, Wang Jie stretched out his palm.

In an instant, the space was torn apart.

"Buzz!"

There is a jade talisman rushing out from inside.

Suddenly shocked.

It turned into a scroll and suddenly unfolded.

A faint voice sounded:

"The fury of the beast clan, descend the tide of beasts, and solve it by yourself."

Hill's pupils shrank suddenly:

"Imperial Edict!"

Generally speaking, the Tarot Empire will not easily issue edicts to its subordinate kingdoms.

This is not just because certain powers must be left to the kings of the various kingdoms.

More importantly, some kingdoms, even the Tarot Empire, need to be afraid of three points.

Therefore, as long as the kingdom is stable and there is no problem with paying tribute for a hundred years, the Tarot Empire will not interfere.

Such an edict may only be issued once in a hundred years.

And now, he actually saw it here.

Unbelievable.

between horror.

The imperial edict suddenly shook and turned into fragments.

Among the fragments, a figure projected out.

It is an old man who looks very old and old, with a purple crown on his head.

But just the projection, Wang Jie's eyes suddenly froze.

He could feel extreme pressure from the old man.

It can even be slightly compared to the power of the heavenly power that suddenly descended.

This must be at least a powerful existence above the third-order gods.

And looking at the projection.

Not only Hill, but Heath also had extremely shocking eyes.

Wang Jie may not know this one, but they know it very well.

Lord of the Tarot Empire!
A top powerhouse of a Tier [-] god!
If he came forward, even the president of the mage association would have to back off by three points.

And now, he actually showed up here, even if it was just a projection.

It is also rare in thousands of years.

The projection stared at Wang Jie, as if his real body had descended.

Wang Jie didn't back down either, and looked directly at each other.

Although he still has a big gap compared to this one, but with the backing of Shennong, he is not afraid, and if he is given time, he can still surpass this one.

However, he just stared at it for a while.

The projection seemed to have lost a kind of charm, and said slowly:
"Very good, remember, the leaders are looking forward to you, I hope you will not let them down."

The voice fell.

Bang!
The projection dissipated, turned into shredded paper again, fell to the ground, and then disappeared naturally.

(End of this chapter)