God Killer

() The sweet potato old man has no objection to this Zha Xiaoer at all, he seems to be very used to it.

After that, he walked into the inn with the paper-wrapped Xiaoer.

Zheng Xian hesitated and followed in.

This inn has a total of two floors. It is small in size and extremely old. Once you walk in, there is a musty smell. If you look at the closeness of the small doors, you will know that there will be no spacious rooms.

But Xiao Er really managed to create a spacious room. It turns out that these small rooms are only separated by a piece of wood. After removing the wood board, it becomes a large room, which is flexible and convenient.

After receiving ten small jade coins, the paper-wrapped Xiaoer withdrew. The always shabby sweet potato old man behaved like a rich second-generation father at this time, paying generously. The environment is really average.

The sweet potato old man lay down on the bed directly, looking like I was going to die of exhaustion and didn't want to say a word.

Zheng Xian and Daoyu looked at each other, and then looked at the nun. The nun directly found a bed, and lay down generously on it. The wide 'scarf' stretched out her waist, and then spread it flat on the nun's body. Just like a quilt, it is incredibly warm at first glance.

In fact, Zheng Xian didn't need to sleep at all. The vitality absorbed in the nursery was enough for Zheng Xian to maintain a state of excitement for a long time, but even the nun was lying down to recharge his energy, so he naturally wouldn't waste his energy god.

You must know that although the physical body can continuously fill with vitality to maintain vitality, the spirit cannot. The vitality cannot relieve the slightest bit of mental fatigue, and the best way to relieve mental fatigue is to sleep.

Zheng Xianzhi put on his upper body in armor, ordered Wu to know the surrounding situation, and then lay down on the extremely simple, even quite old and dirty bed.

Zheng Xian is the least willing to endure hardship, but he is also the most able to endure hardship.For him who had rolled and slept in the rubbish dump, this bed was actually not bad.

Daoyu is different from Zheng Xian. He must rest. He is the only one here who is not a cultivator. He has been running wildly for the past two days, and he, who only has a mortal body, has long been unable to support him. It was very hard and stiff, so when Zheng Xian was still trying to get himself to sleep and relax, the snoring of the saury was already loud.

A drowsy night passed in a blink of an eye, Zheng Xian may have slept for a while, or maybe he didn't sleep, Zheng Xian was thinking about this fairy world all night.

This is both heaven and hell. There are both places full of vitality like a nursery, and places where vitality is cut off like now.

Every moment here, Zheng Xian has to contend with the force in the air that constantly pulls the vitality from him.

Zheng Xian can deeply feel that this dying world is making its final struggle, and wants to swallow all the vitality in this world back.

Here, the vitality of Zheng Xian is passing away every moment, so Zheng Xian chooses to put on the colonization armor again when no one is watching.

It is impossible to achieve something in practice here, unless you can stay in the nursery all the time.

But that nursery is not something that a lowly existence like him can enjoy, maybe he will be swallowed whole together with the whole nursery that day.

Seeing the sun shining into the room, the sweet potato old man who hadn't turned over all night sat up first, yawned, rubbed his nose and said softly, "Get up, get up!" , if you don’t leave, I’m afraid you won’t be able to find the Yemei Golden Lotus today.”

Following the words of the sweet potato old man, the nun and the sword fish got up one after another. The two of them obviously woke up early, and no one here can really sleep soundly.

Zheng Xian and his party didn't have any packages, so they didn't need to pack anything. Except for the nun who washed their faces, Zheng Xian and the saury and the sweet potatoes that should have never washed their faces didn't even need to wash their faces, and went straight out of the room.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard a sudden sound of horseshoes galloping from a distance, as if galloping from the end of the sky.

The sweet potato old man frowned, and said: "It sounds like the movement of the Thirteen Shadow Riders. Are these guys coming to slaughter the city? Doesn't make sense?"

The thunderous sound of horseshoes shook the entire inn in an instant.

The waiter who was busy in the shop looked more and more charming in the sun, with a pale face and two red cheeks, his expression was a little numb, but his movements were extremely flustered, spinning in circles, as if he didn't know what to do.

At this time, the entire inn was alarmed, it was said that people were running on their backs, all the doors of the rooms were opened, some of the guests inside were accompanied by their families, some were alone, but they all desperately went to the outside of the inn run.

Zheng Xian's heart tightened when he saw the panic scene. When he walked out of the inn alley led by Sweet Potato, he saw that the street was already in chaos. It was all the sound of calling father and mother, sometimes accompanied by the cry of the child.

And the hooves of the thirteen shadow riders sounded far away in the sky.

The sweet potato old man said: "It's bad luck! Let's go, it seems that Liucheng has somehow offended the sinister and poisonous sect and will be massacred."

Zheng Xian chased after the sweet potato old man, and asked in a low voice: "Is the Thirteen Shadow Riders very powerful?"

Both the saury and the nun pricked up their ears.

The sweet potato old man said: "There are three great sages and ten lesser sages in the Yin Poison Sect. Under their jurisdiction are 38 cities like Liuliu City, 38 kings, and then there are [-] venerables like the corpse. The strength of the Thirteen Shadow Knights is second only to the Ten Little Sages, do you think they are powerful?"

Zheng Xian wondered: "How much vitality do they have?" For Zheng Xian, the measure of a fairy's cultivation is still the strength of vitality, and he has no idea about the realm.

The sweet potato old man said: "After passing the realm of alchemy, the amount of vitality will no longer be used as a criterion to measure whether a cultivator is strong or not. What measures a cultivator's level of cultivation is called gang qi. In other words, a gang qi It is equal to [-] vitality, and the thirteen shadow riders have at least one hundred gang qi."

Zheng Xian was stunned, the power of 100 million vitality.

Zheng Xian's current vitality is only close to 100, and the number of [-] million is already beyond the limit of imagination for Zheng Xian.

Only now did Zheng Xian understand that he should run away desperately.

At this time, the people in the entire remaining city were fleeing, and the high-caliber cultivators jumped over the city directly, and the common people could only crowd out of the city at the gate of the city.

Zheng Xian and the others came late after all. After all, the place where they lived was some distance away from the city gate. The originally relatively wide city gate was already filled with thick crowds on the inner and outer third floors.

The crowd was densely packed like ants, and looking at them made people despair.

Neither Zheng Xian nor Daoyu could frown. Under such circumstances, it would be impossible to get out of the city.

At this moment, with a loud shout, an immortal cultivator who had not cultivated enough to be able to fly in the air rushed into the crowd gathered at the gate of the city, swept his fists across, and smashed a mortal to pieces with one punch.

For a moment, this monk was like a bull rushing into the sheep pen, blasting a gap in the crowd, and killed him in the blood and mud.

Immediately, one by one immortal cultivators followed suit and rushed into the crowd, and there were also many immortal cultivators who were constantly absorbing the power of vitality and taking advantage of the dead.

Seeing this scene, Daoyu had a gloomy expression on his face, he drew out his dagger, and was about to step forward to slash a bloody path.

At this time, there was a cold snort from the city wall, and dozens of people with golden bows and arrows appeared and shot with thick arms.

These shooters flicked their fingers repeatedly, the bowstring cracked like popping beans, and the arrows fell like locusts. Dozens of rampant immortal cultivators were shot and killed immediately, and two even flew into the air, trying to cross the city wall. The immortal cultivator was shot down directly. Although he was not dead, he did not dare to go up the city wall again.

With a muffled bang, the heavy city gate fell, crushing an unknown number of vulgar people who were crowding around the gate and were about to leave the city.

Seeing this scene, Knifefish silently put away the drawn dagger.

At this time, the sound of the horseshoes had already reached outside the city, and streaks of golden light surged from the city wall, and the golden light condensed into a huge giant with a crown on his head and a slightly blurred golden robe.

This giant only has an upper body, but it has already covered the entire city of Liu.

"Why don't the Thirteen Shadow Riders wait by the side of the Three Saints, what are they doing in this small city left behind by the king?" Obviously the king is the owner of the city left behind.

There were thirteen shadows floating outside the city, and one of them said: "The thirteen shadow knights welcome the hermit of the Great Dao."

The sweet potato old man next to Zheng Xian almost spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.Sweet Potato originally thought that he ate the melons left in the city, but he didn't expect that after a long time, the thirteen shadow riders came to find him!

Zheng Xian, Daoyu and the nun looked at the sweet potato old man in surprise.

Zheng Xian never expected that this sweet potato old man seemed to be very famous, and the thirteen shadow knights had to say hello.

The sweet potato old man's face was as gloomy as ice, and then he said: "The monks and priests will never betray me, it must be those soldiers who betrayed me. Otherwise, no one will know that I have returned to the fairyland."

Being approached by someone, Zheng Xian's first thought was that the monk and the Taoist priest had sold the sweet potato, but the sweet potato vetoed it, but Zheng Xian felt that it was either a monk or a Taoist priest, and the two of them became the mounts of the green-robed corpse. Life is better than death, there is no need to torture them, as long as you can give them a happy, maybe everything will be explained.

The lord of the city was left behind, named Jin Wang, with an extremely majestic face, a black beard sprinkled on his chest, a look of surprise on his face with Chinese characters, and said: "Did the thirteen shadow knights make a mistake? The Hermit of the Great Dao You have been staying in the mortal world to teach the Dao, how could you come to the king's remaining city?"

The Thirteen Shadow Riders seemed completely impatient to talk nonsense with the Golden King, and the first sentence was not to the Golden King either.

At this time, the voice of the first thirteen shadow riders was as dull as white water, and he said without any emotion: "To express the respect of the three sages to the hermit of the great way, the great sage will harvest all the vitality left in the city and send it to us." Give it to the Hermit of the Great Dao as a meeting gift, and invite the Hermit of the Great Dao to accept it."

Still want to massacre the city!

Following these words, King Jin's complexion changed drastically.