Chapter 178

The ghost-masked knight rode on a black horse far larger than an ordinary horse and slowly walked into the center of Quliu Town. Along the way, there were several cultivators who didn't believe in evil, but they were all pressed into cylindrical meat pastes. Such a strange way of dying made even veteran thieves feel cold, and they stood quietly on the street, not daring to move.

Knight after knight began to march toward key locations throughout Quliu Town. These knights all had deep auras and unfathomable strength, making people look at them with awe.

The leading ghost-masked knight came to the center of the town, looked at the four large characters "Lying Flat Inn" in front of him, and then moved his gaze to the shopkeeper at the entrance of the inn.

The fat on the shopkeeper's face trembled, and he managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. He wished he could slap himself a few times. Why did he come out to watch the excitement for no reason? As a result, he was targeted by this evil star who popped out of nowhere.

Although the shopkeeper had never heard of what kind of sacred entity the Heaven-Battling Gang was, his discernment was sharp, and he had long seen that the ghost-masked knight's cultivation was unfathomable, and his Dao power was nearly infinite. Among those unlucky ghosts, there were many fierce men with fierce combat power; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to jump out and challenge them at this time.

But all the people who jumped out were silently pressed into meat pillars, without even a chance to escape. Such cruel means immediately scared the shopkeeper out of his wits. At this moment, being stared at by this peerless fierce man, he almost predicted that he would become a meat pillar in the next moment, so his legs were weak, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

Only then did the shopkeeper realize that his ability to dance with long sleeves, which he had always been proud of, and to speak human words to humans and ghost words to ghosts, was of no use at all. At this moment, only cultivation and Dao power were the only things to rely on.

The ghost-masked knight stared at him for a while before saying: "Li Zhi mentioned you to me."

"Li... Li Zhi?" The shopkeeper finally remembered that person. So that poor guy was connected to this person in front of him?! You should have said so earlier!

The ghost-masked knight said: "I'll give you the time of one incense stick to pack up all your valuables, and then take all the assistants with you. Oh, Brother Li also instructed that you should bring all the storybooks."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, knowing his life was safe, and immediately broke into a cold sweat.

The ghost-masked knight added: "Also, don't leave the inn for a while."

After saying that, the ghost-masked knight turned and headed southwest. The next moment, the heaven and earth in the entire Quliu Town suddenly changed, and the Human Realm Clear Domain descended!

Countless ink-green auras rose, and many people instantly fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. It was as if hot oil had been poured on them, and black smoke kept rising. From time to time, green gas would emerge, and then they would scream and be burned into white smoke.

The masked knights walked silently through Quliu Town, stabbing to death one by one everyone who fell to the ground with green gas on their bodies. Some people struggled before death, their cloaks fell to the ground, revealing the true faces of the Shaman tribe.

The screams in the western district were particularly numerous. Several Shaman powerhouses with deep auras rose into the air, roaring angrily, releasing their terrifying cultivation of the late Dao Foundation stage without reservation, demonstrating to the ghost-masked knights.

The strength of these Shaman powerhouses was enough to walk sideways in Quliu Town. Appearing at the same time at this moment shocked countless residents in the town. This was the strength of the Shaman tribe in Quliu Town, and this was the foundation of the Shaman tribe's foothold!

However, before they could make a move, a pagoda shadow suddenly flashed and disappeared in the air, and at the same time, a thin, bright ray of light wrapped around the bodies of several Shaman powerhouses, also flashing and disappearing.

Several Shaman powerhouses instantly became stiff in their movements. At this very moment, the ghost-masked knight had arrived on horseback in time, with a green sprout emerging from the top of his head.

The ghost-masked knight pointed his long spear at the sky, and several Shaman powerhouses screamed at the same time, actually being pressed into meat pillars in mid-air in front of countless eyes in the town!

The entire Quliu Town was silent.

I don't know which cultivator threw his weapon on the ground first. Next, more and more people put their weapons and even magic tools on the ground, letting the Heaven-Battling Gang knights take them away.

Although several cultivators with deep cultivation saw that those Shaman powerhouses actually died from the pagoda and the blade light, this made people even more desperate. The ghost-masked knight already made people feel invincible, and now there were two more such people.

Next, the Heaven-Battling knights killed the Shaman people among the townspeople one by one. Then the ghost-masked knight flew into the air and said in a deep voice: "Everyone listen, you are all my people now! Those who don't want to die have one moment to pack their property and valuables. We will set off in a quarter of an hour."

After a pause, the ghost-masked knight raised his voice: "I'll tell you clearly, you have all been sold by me to the Immortals of the Northwest Realm! After you arrive there, how the Immortals treat you depends on yourselves! Now there are only two paths in front of you: either go to the realm to live, or die here!"

The townspeople looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't say what. Go to the realm? Wasn't that going to enjoy happiness?

Except for a very small number of wealthy caravan owners and shopkeepers, the eyes of others gradually had surprises.

The ghost-masked knight added: "Thieves have their own way. Our Heaven-Battling Gang only does flesh business this time, collecting your head fees. Your valuables and property still belong to you individually, and we will not take a penny."

At this, all the rich people extinguished their thoughts of resistance.

Many of the Heaven-Battling thieves dismounted and began to pile up firewood and sprinkle kerosene everywhere in the town. They also sprinkled a strange black powder on the roofs and inside the houses. Another group of thieves went to search the residences of all the Shaman people and loaded all their property onto carts.

A quarter of an hour later, batches of human beings carrying bundles and driving large carts walked out of Quliu Town one after another. Only a very small number of people tried to resist or escape.

But no matter whether they were good at hiding or skilled at escaping, they couldn't survive a single move under the hands of the surrounding knights. Moreover, the methods of each knight were different, and there was no repetition at all. Just the Immortal Sword appeared several times, each with its own mystery. The knights were extremely ruthless, leaving no survivors once they made a move. They killed dozens of people like this, killing until no one dared to resist.

The Xu family mansion always had its gates tightly closed, and even the watchtower was empty, with not a single figure to be seen.

An hour later, the last team walked out of Quliu Town and embarked on the road to the Northwest Realm. Subsequently, fire broke out in Quliu Town, and in the blink of an eye, this large city that once accommodated 100,000 people fell into a sea of fire.

The most complete building in the town was the Lying Flat Inn, which burned the most vigorously, with flames several zhang higher than the surroundings. Looking from afar, one knew it was the Lying Flat Inn burning.

The shopkeeper walked in the team, looking back every step, his eyes full of reluctance, and the fat on his face trembling. Fortunately, the property in the inn was carried on the backs of several assistants and cooks, and most of his family wealth had been moved away. The shopkeeper himself carried a huge backpack, square and upright, which looked very heavy at first glance.

But he refused to let others share it, not even letting others touch it. There were the latest storybooks in this bag, weighing over a hundred catties!

The storybooks that the Immortal Li Zhi, the double peerless of the tripod sword, specifically named, and the ghost-masked knight personally came to deliver this sentence, showing the weight of Immortal Li in the heart of this ghost-masked adult. The shopkeeper's intuition was that whether he could reopen the Lying Flat Inn in the realm might depend on these storybooks.

Little Wei Yuan rode his horse at the end of the team, looking at the more than 80,000 people heading north, feeling very satisfied.

At this time, Behind Bao Yun's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Junior Brother, your handwriting is getting bigger and bigger!"

Little Wei Yuan turned his head and saw Behind Bao Yun's small face faintly appearing in the air beside him, smiling but not smiling, less than a foot away from him! At such a close distance, Little Wei Yuan felt tremendous pressure.

Behind Bao Yun's beautiful small face then faded away, and even Little Wei Yuan couldn't feel her existence. This made Little Wei Yuan feel even more pressure.

Little Wei Yuan tried to call out: "Senior Sister?"

"I'm not here."

Little Wei Yuan scratched his head and asked carefully: "Senior Sister... are you angry?"

"Of course not!"

That means she is... Although Little Wei Yuan didn't know why she was angry, he still said: "I was wrong, I will definitely correct it next time."

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Behind Bao Yun snorted and said: "Then tell me, where were you wrong?"

"I don't know yet, but there must be mistakes and omissions."

"Slick-tongued! Anyway, I won't tell you!"

Little Wei Yuan said: "Then I will come to ask for advice when Senior Sister's anger subsides."

"The anger won't subside!"

Hearing this, Little Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. This could be considered more than half coaxed. There was still a small half left, so he might as well keep it to coax her again next time.

All of the above were not in the history books, but all came from storybooks.

The ancient sages said, read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. There are only a few hundred classics, so the so-called ten thousand books must be mostly miscellaneous books, including storybooks.

The sages truly do not deceive me.

Of course, Little Wei Yuan only dared to think about such words in his heart. If Zhang Sheng knew, he would inevitably be punished, and Little Wei Yuan even thought of the reason for the punishment for Zhang Sheng: misinterpreting the words of the sages.

I don't know why, but Little Wei Yuan felt that since he arrived in the Western Regions, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to cleaning up the sect. In his irritability, he wanted to pull branches. But at this time, Little Wei Yuan didn't know that immortal objects have spirits, and those with spirits have tempers.

Two days later, a team of Western Jin border troops stopped outside Quliu Town.

The vanguard officer rode to the carriage of the main army and said: "Lord Yuan, something is wrong ahead."

The carriage door opened, and a scholar with a refined face and a righteous look walked out, with a short beard, looking to be in his early thirties. He walked forward slowly, each step several zhang, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside Quliu Town.

Looking at the large town in front of him that had been reduced to scorched earth, with only a few charred wooden pillars standing, Yuan Qingyan's face was livid, his hands trembled slightly, and he said coldly: "Good, very good! This is to give this official a warning! A town of 100,000 people, burned down in one fire, a big handwriting!"

In the entire town, only a few large mansions in the north were intact, which was very eye-catching.

"Whose residence is that?" Yuan Qingyan asked.

"Reporting to Lord, it is the Xu family mansion in Ningxi."

Yuan Qingyan glanced at the ruins and said: "The houses are burned, and there are very few corpses. There are still residual fires in some places, so this fire has not exceeded three days. It must not be fast for tens of thousands of people to migrate. Now immediately send scouts to all directions, scout eight hundred li ahead. I want to know who is so bold as to plunder the people under this official's rule!"

The Assistant Regional Commander commanding the army said at this time: "Lord Yuan, why don't we rest at the Xu family today?"

Yuan Qingyan said: "No, set up camp on the spot. This official will sleep in the carriage tonight."

(End of this chapter)