Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 72 The Wind Blowing From Hell

In fact, Li Yunsheng's feeling was stronger than Sang Xiaoman's.

It was like a fierce wind blowing from hell, stabbing his soul again and again, and he pulled Sang Xiaoman behind him like an instinct.

"who are they?"

Li Yunsheng asked with puzzlement and vigilance.

But before Sang Xiaoman could answer, three figures covered by black cloaks appeared at the door of the Hall of Sale. From a distance, the tattered black cloaks seemed to be wrapped in three black mist, and then the lights could only be seen. From time to time, black air would come out of it, and it was impossible to see what was inside, but as they walked in, a stench and unpleasant smell mixed with gloomy cold air permeated the Hall of Sale.

Everyone seemed to be petrified, no one dared to speak, and the hall of Dianmai was dead silent.

"It seems that this is not the place you should come to."

The young Butler Wu of One Night City seemed to have woken up from the shock. Although his tone was still terrified, he said resolutely. When he spoke, his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

What answered him was a rusty iron sword protruding from the shadow of the cloak, but Butler Wu drew the sword without hesitation.

The rusty iron sword and the green steel long sword in Wu Butler's hand collided like two bolts of lightning. After the ear-piercing sound of the impact, the invisible air wave aroused by the sword directly overturned the tables and chairs in the hall .

The black shadow was unscathed, but Butler Wu had already lost an arm.

"Take the guests first."

Steward Wu turned a blind eye to his bloody broken arm, and still looked at death as if at home. He stared at the black figure in front of him, and after he finished speaking, his figure turned into an afterimage again and rushed towards the man under the cloak. The black shadow, the two swords colliding with each other cut the surrounding things like sharp blades, the wounds on Butler Wu's body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the black shadow under the cloak had already drawn out the sword and retracted it leisurely , unharmed.

Obtaining the order from Butler Wu, the attendants of Dianmao Hall pulled out their sabers and stood in front of the other two shadows, and then shouted at the guests behind them: "Please go through the back door, we will block them." .”

Only then did the people in the hall come to their senses. Fortunately, these people were not villagers who had never seen the world. After a brief panic, they began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

"I'll stand here for a while, you take Xiaoman and go first, and I will follow."

Zhai Rong got up but didn't intend to leave, he stood on the spot with the crutch in his hand.

"Mr. Zhai, our Sang family can't make enemies with them..."

Cao Bin frowned, he was afraid that Zhai Rong would accidentally kill him, because although these three ghosts are powerful, what is even more powerful is the power behind these three ghosts.

"I know, I'm just here to stop them."

Li Yunsheng and Sang Xiaoman's side is the farthest from the back door. While evacuating, he asked Sang Xiaoman next to him in puzzlement:

"What the hell is this?"

"It's Hell's ghost messenger!"

The one who answered Li Yunsheng was the fast-talking Mrs. Chen, who was still grinning big while holding the crow's heart.

This is a name that Li Yunsheng has never heard of, because the place "Hell Prison" is never mentioned in the book.

"Hell Prison is the place where the most powerful cultivators, demon descendants, and monster races in the world are detained. However, because of the brutal methods, they will use any means to catch prisoners, even if they hurt innocent people. Their creed is It is better to kill ten thousand by mistake than to let one go. Because they are too cruel, the Shizhou Immortal Mansion has removed all records about them from the classics, and only some core members of the big families and sects know about it." Sang Xiaoman explained here After hesitating for a while, she gave Li Yunsheng a apprehensive look while evacuating, and finally decided to continue: "Last year they were in Yingzhou, in order to hunt down a big monster, they slaughtered all the people in a secular mansion overnight."

The reason why Sang Xiaoman hesitated was because she knew that Li Yunsheng was from Yingzhou, and the time was about the same, so she should know about it.

Li Yunsheng's expression froze when he heard the words, and he said with a look of disbelief: "It's them?! No matter how powerful they are, they can't kill the people of a whole house, right?" Li Yunsheng turned his head and glanced at the servants who were fighting fiercely in the same night city Guicha added: "If they are really that strong, do we still have a chance to escape?"

What Sang Xiaoman didn't know was that Li Yunsheng was the only survivor of the tragedy in Qinyang Mansion, and it was all the more unbelievable because he was the one who witnessed it first-hand. Only a genius can go out, let alone kill all the people in the whole government?

"Behind us, apart from the C-class ghost messenger who fought against Steward Wu, the other two are D-class ghost messengers, but that time to hunt down that big monster, hell sent out a hundred first-class ghost messengers in one go, and three Named Rakshasa."

Hearing this, Li Yunsheng was horrified and said, "It's just a small ghost guard who has this kind of strength. How strong is a first-class ghost guard? Not to mention that Rakshasa."

"Is there no one in hell to take care of them?"

Li Yunsheng asked in puzzlement, why did this fairy mansion keep silent when all the mortals in a mansion were slaughtered overnight?
"There is no fairness and justice in the Immortal Mansion, only strength and order. Hell has strength and can help maintain order in the Immortal Mansion. Naturally, these Immortal Mansion families in Shizhou turn a blind eye, not to mention that they are chasing Some vicious people, these prices are the default between the Immortal Mansion, the most important thing is that they are too powerful, not themselves, if they release those demons and big monsters in Hell Prison, I am afraid that ten states will be killed. It's already a time of charcoal."

Sang Xiaoman sighed and said, "That's why we small families can only bear with their misbehavior."

In front of them, the Sang family had to be called a small family, and Li Yunsheng only felt that he still underestimated the Immortal Mansion.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace again.

Finally... a few people escaped from the Hall of Dianmao and came to a dark wilderness outside the hall.

Except for Chen Tai'a, the rest of them all looked nervous.

"Brother Yunsheng, I'm going home."

Chen Tai'a suddenly pointed to a bright light flying in the sky, and said with a look of reluctance: "My father is here to pick me up."

"your dad?"

Just as Li Yunsheng was full of doubts, he saw an elegant middle-aged cultivator appearing in front of several people. He glanced at Sang Xiaoman, then at Li Yunsheng, and finally fell on Chen who was smiling silly at this moment. On Tai Ah:
"go!"

He directly twisted Chen Tai's ears and said coldly. After speaking, the lightning flashed under his feet and he disappeared in place. From a distance, Li Yunsheng heard Chen Tai's screaming in pain: "Brother Yunsheng, remember to come to Xuanzhou Kaiyuanzong to find I'll play, I'll ask my mother to cook something delicious for you!"

This Mrs. Chen really made Li Yunsheng dumbfounded, and Sang Xiaoman also laughed and said: "It turns out that the rigid suzerain of Kaiyuan Zong actually has such a fun son."

"Miss, I finally found you."

Cao Bin also came to Sang Xiaoman panting at this time.

"You run really slowly." Sang Xiaoman saw that Cao Bin was getting more and more displeased. She looked at the sky and said to Li Yunsheng with a smile:
"Junior brother, shall we go back to Qiushui?"

"Miss, didn't you promise Mr. Zhai to go back to Sang's house?"

Cao Bin frowned.

"I don't..."

Sang Xiaoman grabbed Li Yunsheng's hand, but before he finished speaking, a bone-chilling chill enveloped them again.

She was stunned to find that just behind Cao Bin, a ghost messenger who almost merged with the night drew out a large rusty sword in his hand, and then pierced Cao Bin's body with the sword.

Cao Bin turned his head in horror. Before he saw the ghost messenger, a hand that was so rotten that bones could be seen stretched out from the black cloak, grabbed Cao Bin's head, twisted it, and Cao Bin's head twisted off.

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