Royal Master Painter

Chapter 397
When Ci Zhaoren returned to Qingdu, the destruction of the Wenfu was the most far-reaching event in the Yuling Continent for more than 2000 years, and it was a feast for the people of the Baiyang Sect.

It's just that there is only the last step to enjoy the fruits of victory, and that is the fog that isolates everyone.

Wei Changli was dead, but the mist still didn't dissipate.

Ci Zhaoren personally took action, finally dispelling all the mist with Bai Yang in his palm.

Qingdu is Yulingxiong City, with a population of more than [-] million people, but after the fog cleared, it left an empty city!
"What about people?"

"Where's the person?" Ci Zhaoren asked angrily.

At the last moment when the fog cleared, nine out of ten people in Qingdu left, leaving only a group of old and weak people with limited mobility, which made Ci Zhaoren's blood surge.

"What a river of fog, what a river of fog!"

Ci Zhaoren suppressed his anger, and the Baiyang Sect members had already started to clean up the battlefield.

Qingdu is one of the places with the most powerful people in Yuling Continent. Although these people are dead, their corpses are still a huge treasure.

Gu Po is already eager to try, there are several Wangxian Jiuzhong in Wenfu, especially Wei Changli!

Gu Po was very excited, she had seen Wei Changli's despairing power with her own eyes, if she could really use Gu insects to control his corpse, she would be able to slaughter a whole family by herself.

Hong Dangu is also full of ambitions. He joined the Baiyang Sect in order to collect more flesh and blood from strong men to complete his method of alchemy. Wenfu may be the place where he completed this vicious technique.

But soon, Gu Po and Hong Dangu returned angrily.

"What's going on? Are you done?" Ci Zhaoren asked.

"Those people from the Ninth Level of Wangxian died, but they didn't even leave their bodies. The damned Wei Changli led them to use the Burning Spirit Art, and they didn't even leave their bodies." Hong Dangu was not angry.

"For this day, Master Dao did not hesitate to fight the old painter of Wenfu. He never expected to end up in such a situation. Your blood-refining alchemy will not work."

Monk Faqing watched Hong Dangu's joke, and couldn't help but mocked.

"Sorcery? I am far worse than you in terms of evil. As a monk, I am not talented enough to be enlightened. I can only choose to follow the way of killing Bodhisattvas, and use killing to improve my cultivation base and prove the fruition of Ten Pillars Bodhisattva.

There are millions of monks in the world, and you are the only one who dares to take this bloody road. "Hong Dangu counterattacked mercilessly.

"What's the point of bickering? The Great Spirit Officer isn't here, so why don't you guys have a fight?"

Yu Hualong, one of the Four Spirit Officers, stood aside, he practiced the plague god way, no matter whether it was a living person or a dead person, it didn't matter to him, he could raise the plague energy.

It's no secret that the two didn't fight each other, but they didn't really do it either.

It's a pity for those who are at the ninth level of Wangxian, but there are still a few corpses of the old scribes in Qingdu who are at the eighth level, so it's not a waste of time.

Ci Zhaoren frowned on the side, a little worried about Boss Qing's strength. Although the two are allies now, they may turn their faces completely one day.

"Burning Spirit Art? Boss Qing's strength is more terrifying than I imagined..."

This is the law of turmoil that Wenfu Jiazi realized. Ci Zhaoren was a little vigilant. He was able to force the entire Qingdu scribes to this point. He asked himself that he had no such ability.

"Other people's bodies may have been destroyed by the burning spirit technique, but Wei Changli's body will never be burned. If you search for me inch by inch, you must find his body."

As long as Wei Changli's body can be found, all losses can be made up for.

"I've already searched for my Gu worms, but I've searched at least twice wherever there are traces of battle, but I didn't find Wei Changli's body." Gu Po said.

"Look again, and the rest will drive the remaining people in Qingdu out of the city."

Nine out of ten people in Qingdu were sent away, but there were hundreds of thousands of people left, and most of them were old people.

These people were dragged and dragged by the Baiyang Sect to the Haoshui River outside Qingdu City, and Ci Zhaoren ended up in person. If these people could believe in the Baiyang Sect, his strength would be greatly improved.

"If you convert to the Baiyang Sect and worship the Baiyang God, everyone will be safe and well. If not, no one will be left behind!"

Ci Zhaoren's voice spread to every corner, but no one responded. Seeing this, Ci Zhaoren gave the attacker a look.

The crazy believers of Baiyang Sect drew out their knives, with cruel smiles on their faces, and prepared to start a massacre.

This group of people who have lived comfortably in Qingdu all their lives has never seen such a battle. Some women could not bear such pressure and sobbed softly.

Under the high pressure, finally the first person raised his hand tremblingly, which made Ci Zhaoren show a three-point smile on his face.

When everyone's spirits are in a tense state, as long as there is a hole, an avalanche will be triggered.

Unexpectedly, just as the man raised his hand, a white-haired old man walked out of the crowd with a cane, raised his cane and knocked on his head.

"I'll beat you to death, you shameless bastard. I'll beat you to death..."

Ci Zhaoren took a look at the old man, although he was not an enlightened person, but the poison stick and jade in his hand obviously had some status in Qingdu.

"Who are you?" Ci Zhaoren asked,
"I am the third elder and fifth watchman in Qingdu, Qiu Xiaobo!"

"Qiu Xiaobo, if you believe in Baiyang God, I can give you a hundred years of life, and let you manage all the believers in Yunzhou."

The old man brewed for a while, then spit out a mouthful of old phlegm in the direction of Ci Zhaoren.

"Monsters, a bunch of demons. You kill me, Mr. Wei, destroy my Wenfu, and you want to change my belief in Qingdu? Dreaming!
I have been educated in the capital of the Qing Dynasty, and this ambition remains the same in life and death. As the old man said, he hit the ground hard with his crutches.

"Are you sure all of you are not afraid of death?" Ci Zhaoren smiled, he has never seen anyone in this world who is not afraid of death, let alone a group of ordinary people who are not even enlightened.

"Master Wei is going to send us to other places in Yuling Continent, old man, I will let those women and children go first.

We are all very old, and we are afraid of death for sure, but what we are more afraid of is that we will not be able to return to our roots when we die in a foreign country, so we choose to stay. "

"In terms of bickering, even those Confucian scholars are no match for your scholars. The only thing I know is to use my life to see how tough your mouth is." Ci Zhaoren sneered disdainfully.

"You don't need to do it, the old man will do it himself."

Ci Zhaoren said hello, then pointed a single point, and a knife flew in front of Qiu Xiaobo.

The Baiyang Sect feeds on the evil thoughts of human nature, the more followers there are, the stronger its divine power will be.

It took hundreds of years for him to develop followers of XZ in Shenshan Mountain.

The 10,000+ people in front of you are a piece of fat fish, and you can eat it as long as you remove the spines.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Xiaobo squinted and kicked the knife aside.

"Adding an ax and ax to your body is very disrespectful. Today I will let you see the character of my people in Qingdu."

Qiu Xiaobo was leaning on crutches, and behind him was a large group of gray-haired old people from Qingdu who had never been willing to leave. After the disaster, the group of people walked step by step towards Haoshui River next to it.

"Haoshuichuan is the mother river of Qingdu. We all grew up drinking the river water. Of course we will return to Haochuan's embrace after death. It's just that those children who live outside have suffered."

Qiu Xiaobo sighed, without the protection of the Wenfu, he would naturally be in exile.

"No matter how far you go, the children in Qingdu will always come back." Another octogenarian said.

"In the future, when our children and grandchildren return, we will fold flowers and branches and inscribe flowing water beside this beautiful river to pay homage to it. We will leave an elegant deed."

Qiu Xiaobo threw away the crutch in his hand, opened his arms, and jumped into the sparkling water.

With Qiu Xiaobo, countless people followed closely behind.

Seeing these people tidying up their clothes before they died, asking each other first, as if they were doing a solemn and grand event, Ci Zhaoren's complexion was gloomy and his spiritual power instantly enveloped them, ordering everyone to be unable to move a step.

"Could it be that you would rather die than believe in Baiyang God?"

"The capital of Qing Dynasty abides by culture and education, and would rather die than reform."

With Qiu Xiaobo, countless heroic auras were aroused.

"Then don't even think about dying."

The capital city of Qing Dynasty has been soaked in the fragrance of flowers, ink and powder for 2000 years. On this day, corpses are stuffed in mountains and rivers...
(End of this chapter)