How Could He Die
In the restaurant, Zuo Wuyou borrowed wine to drown his sorrows and looked in a trance.
Brother Yang, who fought with him all the way and rushed back to the holy city after all the hardships, actually died!
Just yesterday, news came out from the shrine that Brother Yang failed to pass the test left by the first generation of saints, proving that he was not the real saint, but someone with ulterior motives who came to impersonate. The test ground was killed by the banner owners together!
When the news came out, the morning light shook, and it was really difficult for the teachers to accept it.
Countless years of waiting and suffering finally ushered in the prophecy and omen, and a ray of dawn bloomed in the darkness. As a result, before a day had passed, the dawn was annihilated, and the world fell into darkness again.
But then, another exciting news came from the shrine.
The real Son was secretly born ten years ago. The true Son was the one who prophesied and foreshadowed. He had already passed the test left by the first generation of saints and obtained the saint and many flags. Lord's approval.
In the past ten years, he has been retreating and practicing, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Shenyoujing!
Now, the Holy Son is about to leave the customs, and the Divine Religion has also begun to mobilize troops and prepare to send troops to Mo Yuan!
The congregation went crazy, and the morning light began to boil.
The second news is really too exciting, and it instantly dispelled the various effects of the false saint's death. Everyone was immersed in the desire and expectation for a better future. As for the scenery when they entered the city the day before. The false saint... Who is that? Who remembers?
Zuoyouyou remember!
Along the way, he clearly saw how that brother Yang defeated the strong with the weak, and killed the strong in the Immortal Ascension Realm only with the cultivation of the True Essence Realm. Magically made the blood princess bow down to him.
He once thought that the Son of God should be so powerful, to be able to do things that ordinary people can't do! Only such a holy son can shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world!
But even this brother Yang was beheaded by the flag owners in the test ground.
The higher-ups of the divine religion have confirmed his identity as a hypocrite...
Zuo Wuyou was at a loss, and no longer knew what the truth was.
If that Brother Yang was fake, why did he come to the Holy City to die?
What happened to Chu Anhe?
What happened to the unknown flag owner who had hidden his identity and secretly came to attack and kill them?
This world, true and false, false and true, is too complicated...
Zuo Wuyou picked up the jug in front of him, raised his head, and drank!
He put down the jug and strode away. For someone with an upright heart like him, it is not suitable to consider any conspiracy and tricks. He was born a person of the gods, and the gods gave him everything. Now the gods are about to send troops to Mo Yuan. It's time for him to contribute his power!
The efficiency of the Light God Religion is still very high. The true Son of God was born, and the flags gathered troops and horses. In only three days, a flag army set out from the holy city under the leadership of the flag owners, and distributed them to the Holy City. Four routes, send troops to Moyuan.
After countless years of planning and preparation, the army of the gods was strong and strong, and the Son of God sat in the middle army, which made the morale of the army like a rainbow.
Soon, wars big and small broke out everywhere.
Although the Mohist religion has been fighting against the gods for years, they have maintained a certain degree of restraint.
Unprepared for a while, the Mohist sect threw away their armor and armor, and a large area of the territory they controlled was lost, which was captured by the divine sect.
The four-way army marched hand in hand, and the cities changed hands.
It wasn't until a few days later that the Mo Sect, who was caught off guard, hurriedly stabilized its position, and the scattered forces gradually gathered to guard against danger.
The original world is actually not that big. The size of the entire universe is placed there, so how big can the territory be.
If the world is divided into two parts, and only the east and west are considered, then the east will be occupied by the Light Sect, and the west will be occupied by the Mohism.
In the middle of the territory of the two religions, there is a spacious and dark area. This is a zone that neither side has deliberately controlled.
This area has always been a place where conflicts between the two religions frequently broke out.
It is also a buffer point for the contradiction between the two religions.
On the premise that there is no absolute force to overthrow the opponent, such a buffer zone is very necessary.
This buffer zone is close to the position controlled by the Mohists in the west. There is a small Fu'an City. The city is not large and the population is not large.
The city lord's cultivation is only at the first level of immortality, and he is a fat man with a big belly.
Originally, his strength was not enough to be the lord of a city. However, because this is the default buffer zone of the two religions, he can sit in this position. Nominally, he is not under the jurisdiction of any one power, but in fact he has already secretly surrendered. Mohism, secretly collect intelligence from all directions for Mohism.
After all, Fu'an City was closer to the Mohist sect, so it was a wise move.
The Fat City Lord has spent ten years in such leisurely days, but today, it is difficult for him to be leisurely anymore.
The army of the gods of light rushed forward, and the cities in the buffer zone were controlled by the gods, and they would soon reach Fu'an City.
At this critical moment, he had to make a choice, whether to continue to serve the Mohism in secret, or to surrender to the Light Sect.
Holding a jade slip in his hand, the jade slip contains important information in recent days, and the fat city lord's brows are wrinkled into words.
"This is troublesome, the fake saint was killed, the real saint was born, the Bright Sect will use the power of the whole sect to send troops to Moyuan, Fu'an City is a must pass, and you have to get in touch with the Bright Sect as soon as possible... "He knew very well that he weighed a few pounds and a few taels, and he was in a mere level of wandering, and he couldn't resist the advance of the army of the Light God Cult.
Right now, the army of the Light Sect is like a rainbow, and Fu'an City is destined to be unstoppable. The top priority is to vote for the Light Sect first.
He didn't notice that when he spoke, the soft and boneless woman in his arms trembled slightly.
The woman slowly straightened up from his arms and looked at him with a soft voice like water: "Master, you said... Who was killed?"
The Fat City Lord smiled and said, "A guy who pretended to be the Holy Son of the Divine Sect traveled thousands of miles to Dawn, but he didn't pass the test of the Bright Divine Sect, and was killed by several banner owners."
The woman smiled sweetly: "What's his name?"
The Fat City Lord recalled: "It seems to be called Yang Kai or something."
The woman's eyes drooped, looking at the jade slip in the hands of the fat city lord: "Can I see it?"
The Fat City Lord stretched out his hand to squeeze her face and said with a smile: "This is a cultivator's stuff. You have never practiced before, so you can't see what's inside..."
Before he finished speaking, the face of the fat city lord changed, because at some point, the jade slip he was holding in his hand ran into the hands of the woman in front of him.
The Fat City Lord didn't even realize what happened.
His big hands froze, staring fixedly at the woman in front of him, his expression instantly startled, and then gradually becoming terrified.
He recalled a rumor...
On the opposite side, the woman seemed unaware of his reaction, she just quietly examined the jade slip in her hand, and after a while, she gritted her teeth: "Impossible! He can't just die like this! How could he just die like this? !"
As soon as the woman's voice fell, the fat city lord rushed out at a vigorous speed that did not match his body shape, hunting in his robes, as fast as lightning, obviously using all his strength.
He's going to get out of here!
If that rumor is true, then the weak woman who has been with him for three years is definitely not something he can handle!
However, a scene that made him despair appeared. When he was only three inches away from the window, a powerful restraint force suddenly came, directly dragging him back and sitting in front of the woman.
The fat city lord trembled into a ball in an instant, his face turning blue.
The woman stood up slowly, the weakness of the past three years vanished without a trace in a moment, her body was filled with a terrifying breath, she looked down at the fat man in front of her, her tone was cold and almost emotionless: "You said, Is that person dead?"
Where did the Fat City Master know the answer, he only guessed what the relationship between the dead false saint and the woman in front of him might be, and immediately kowtowed: "My lord, I don't know, this subordinate has only received the information, and I haven't had time to verify it. !"
The woman's eyes moved slightly: "Do you know who I am?"
The fat city lord said truthfully: "I only have some guesses."
The woman nodded: "Very good, it seems that you are a smart person, and a smart person should do smart things."
The Fat City Lord flashed a light, and immediately said: "Don't worry, my lord, my subordinates will arrange for someone to verify the authenticity of the news, and will give the lord an accurate answer as soon as possible."
"Well, let's go." The woman waved her hand.
The fat city lord was amnesty like a dream. Even if he wanted to get up, he looked up and saw the woman in front of him playfully looking at him. His face was still so charming, but the familiar face looked so unfamiliar at the moment.
A layer of blood mist has wrapped the Fat City Lord at some point...
"Sir, spare your life!" The fat city lord shouted in horror. When this layer of blood mist appeared, he didn't know that his previous guess was right.
This is really that woman!
That rumor is true!
The blood mist seemed to have spirituality, and suddenly rushed towards the fat city lord, and drilled into his body along the pores. The fat city lord screamed and his voice gradually became inaudible.
In a short while, there was only a hideous mummified corpse left on the spot, and a thick blood mist poured out, absorbing it all for the woman.
The woman who was supposed to be happy, was full of pain at the moment, as if she had lost the most important thing, and muttered to herself: "It's impossible to die, how could you die so powerful, I won't allow you to die!"
Her expression was slightly hideous, and she quickly made up her mind: "I'm going to check it out myself!"
Saying this, when he turned around, he turned into a red light and flew into the sky.
Half a day after the woman left, the Fat City Lord's corpse was discovered on the side of the City Lord's Mansion, and there was a commotion.
And just before the woman rushed out of Fu'an City, she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look in one direction.
In the dark, there seems to be something guiding her in that direction.
The woman frowned and looked puzzled, but after a moment of hesitation, she swept in that direction.
After a while, she saw a familiar figure in the pavilion outside the city. Although that person wore a completely unfamiliar face, the faint sense of blood made her sure that the person in front of her was exactly what she thought. The one who was looking for.
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