Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 329

Chapter 329 Changes

Contains extremely high-temperature flames and burns in the water, the water surface immediately boils and rolls, and the steaming smoke is even more pervasive.

You can't see your fingers!

Only bursts of shouts and collisions can be heard, and they gradually decrease.

"Where is the person?"

"He escaped!"

"Chase!"

"The Angry King Brown abandoned his country and defected. His crime is unforgivable. No matter where we are, we must catch up with him. He is seriously injured now, and he will definitely not escape far!"

"Here!"

Drink loudly.

However, their actions did not seem to be urgent.

Somewhere in the waters, there is a culvert.

"Poof!"

Brown struggled to climb ashore with the support of Wanfu, but before he could sit still, the injury in his body broke out again, and he couldn't help vomiting blood.

"Emperor Master!"

"No problem."

Waved his hand, Brown's eyebrows drooped:

"I can't die yet."

"Really...really..." Although Wan Fu is quite old, seeing him like this, he couldn't help his eyes turning red, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"The emperor did his best for the clan, and the Bello clan can't do without you today. They... how could they do this!"

"Don't blame them."

Brown shook his head lightly:

"Even if you are a close friend, there are times when you have different political opinions, not to mention the life and death of the ethnic group. Maybe it is me who is wrong."

"No." Wan Fu shook his head, saying with certainty:

"The emperor will never be wrong!"

"Heh..." Brown chuckled, then asked:

"Is something out?"

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." Wan Fu took a deep breath, took out five fist-sized flesh and blood crystals from his body, and placed them in front of him:

"I have taken out the five silver living blood essences that meet the characteristics of the emperor's spirit."

"it is good!"

Brown looked slightly relaxed, and nodded slowly:

"well done!"

Over the years, the Bello family has also killed many silver creatures.

Their skin, flesh and bones are treasures, and their blood is even more precious. They are stored in the palace treasury and cannot be taken out easily.

The incident happened suddenly and the situation was urgent.

Although he has attracted attention and has the talisman in his hand, he must have hinted from His Majesty to obtain blood essence in such a short time.

Looking at the essence and blood, Brown also showed a hint of relief on his face.

The situation today seems to be extremely dangerous, but in fact, there are very few people who are really cruel, and most of them have already shown mercy to him.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape.

everything…

All have different political views.

"Emperor Master."

Swastika opening:

"Of the five silver creatures, three had the ability to control flames during their lifetime, and the other two had strong essence and vitality."

"As long as you have passed the verification of flesh and blood fusion, you can try refining."

"How long will it take?" Brown asked.

"The shortest period is seven or eight years, and the longest period is thirty or fifty years."

"..." Brown's eyebrows drooped slightly:

"We don't have that much time."

"Emperor Master!" Wan Fu's complexion changed:

"It would be very dangerous to carry out physical transformation without verification, and we Bello people are different from workers."

"This…"

"Near death!"

"This is not a place to talk." Brown turned his head, put his hands away the five **** of blood in front of him, and struggled to get up:

"Get out of here first."

"correct."

He looked sideways and asked:

"What happened to Wenchang and the others?"

Wan Fu's face froze, he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Brown's eyes changed, and the veins on the back of his hands were swollen. After a long time, he sighed and walked forward without saying a word.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

In the dense forest, there was constant shouting and killing.

The torches swayed in it, and flew out from time to time, igniting the trees. Under the raging fire, it also showed the brutality of a group of people fighting.

Hundreds of Beiluo elite soldiers are encircling and suppressing more than ten people.

These more than ten people are old and young, male and female, and most of them do not have too strong cultivation.

If it weren't for the strength of a man and a woman among them, who blocked most of the offensive, the rest of them would have been unable to hold on.

"Wenchang!"

The leader of the elite soldiers roared:

"You can't escape, you will be arrested without a fight, and come back with us to question the crime!"

"fart!"

A young man in the field said angrily:

"We are innocent!"

"People in the Emperor's Mansion would rather die than be judged by others, especially by those of you who have turned their backs on the Belo tribe!"

"Humph!"

The commander snorted coldly:

"Stubborn, seek death!"

"superior!"

With a big wave of his hand, his voice was cold:

"Don't show mercy, kill them all, leave no one alive!"

"Here!"

The elite soldiers were ordered, and the siege became more and more urgent. Swords and swords were unleashed, mixed with various arrows, and more than ten people were surrounded to death.

"Poof!"

"what…"

One by one, the figures fell down one after another.

"Second Mother!"

"sister!"

Wen Chang roared angrily, swung his knife and rushed forward frantically, but was firmly stopped.

Nevertheless, he failed to accomplish any meritorious deeds after rushing forward. On the contrary, he had a few wounds on his body, his long hair was even more disheveled, and his body was soaked in blood.

"Peng!"

A beautiful figure landed heavily, and several swords crossed and chopped down.

"Yingzi!"

Wen Chang roared loudly, but he could only watch helplessly as the weapon fell, his eyes widened, blood burst from the wound, and his strength was rapidly exhausted.

In his eyes, there is only the fallen weapon, the shadow of despair.

time.

Suddenly freezes here.

The sound of the wind stagnated, the fallen leaves were still, and the heartbeat suddenly slowed down. Only a phantom could be seen floating in the scene silently.

The next moment.

"Peng!"

One after another silhouettes flew away, and dozens of people rolled and fell into the distance.

Zhou Jia stood in the field with his hands behind his back, glanced at a few people, and asked with his eyes:

"People from the Brown House?"

"You..." The man in black who appeared suddenly made Wenchang look suspicious, and hurriedly protected Yingzi who was still in shock, and looked at the person who came:

"How do you call your predecessors?"

In the vast Hongzeyu, anyone who can directly call the emperor's teacher by name is a strong silver man.

Besides, in the situation just now, the person who came here could have swept dozens of Bello elite soldiers away with his hands and feet, what a terrifying strength.

To know.

Among those elite soldiers, there are many black iron masters.

"You brought a lot of things!"

Zhou Jia rested his chin on his hand, and had a panoramic view of the packages behind them:

"There should be a lot of good things, right?"

Wen Chang tightened his body and subconsciously vetoed:

"No no."

"Don't be nervous." Zhou Jia laughed:

"I'm not going to steal your things, but if you don't have a place to go for the time being, you might as well come with me and avoid it first."

As he spoke, he took off the headgear.

"My name is Zhou Jia, have you heard of this name?"

"Zhou Jia!" Wen Chang's eyes lit up:

"Is that you?"

"I heard from my adoptive father that after the Battle of the Holy Mountain, Zhao Fujia's body was destroyed, and Senior Zhou is the number one expert in Hong Zeyu!"

"Well..." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"Not really."

It is true that Zhao Fujia lost his physical body, but got a Yuanji reactor. Once fully fused, his strength will become stronger.

But there is no need to tell outsiders about such things.

"If there is no opinion, then let's go!"

"Senior."

Wenchang stepped forward:

"I don't know my adoptive father..."

"The emperor is not dead." Zhou Jia said:

"As for the current situation, Zhou is not clear."

time flies.

half year later.

Variety.

Happened silently.

The dark undercurrent is unknown to outsiders.

I don't know when, dark temples appeared in every corner of Hongzeyu, especially in the middle of the major cities.

The six clans and the military department seem to be slowly being forgotten.

Only believers of the Lord of Darkness began to walk in the world, spreading the brilliance of the body.

Source City.

It used to be one of the thirty-six branches of the Xuantian League's Outer Sect, and the territory of the Mingyuan branch.

Now.

A temple over 100 meters high stands in the city.

"God the Father!"

"All things will eventually die!"

A group of people dressed in black robes walked on the street, stopped in front of each stall, and reached out to collect all the results of the busy work of the stall owner in the previous half day.

Their actions are natural, and they are obviously used to it. They are even more skilled at rummaging through boxes and cabinets. No matter where the gold and silver are hidden, they can be searched.

Facing the demand for the black robes, the stall owners bowed their heads in silence, and no one dared to resist, each of them honestly let the other party search.

even.

Take the initiative to take out your own gains.

The autumn wind is rustling.

The fallen leaves are flying on the ground.

full of desolation.

"An angel."

In front of a stall selling porridge and cakes, the shivering and thinly dressed stall owner fell to his knees and begged in a low voice:

"The porridge and cakes sold by the little old man are only sold in the morning. Can you leave some for our family to fill our stomachs?"

"In the second half of the day, no one bought porridge cakes."

"Oh!"

A man in black robe raised his head and frowned:

"You sell porridge and cakes, how can you be short of food?"

"Could it be..."

"Is it disrespectful to the gods?"

Hearing this, the stall owner's complexion changed drastically, he waved his hands hastily, and even hit his head on the ground in panic, hitting his forehead livid:

"Little old man dare not, dare not."

Within a few strokes, his head was bleeding, and his face was covered in blood.

"It's fine if you don't dare." A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man in black robe, and he reached out and took all the things in the cash box away, with a cold voice:

"Sacrificing to the gods is what you should do, not to mention just getting the fruits of half a day's hard work, even if you are asked to worship your own flesh and blood, you shouldn't hesitate."

"If you make such a request again, it will be more than half a day!"

"Yes Yes."

The stall owner nodded repeatedly.

"God the Father above."

The man in black put away his things, saluted again, and recited in his mouth:

"All things will eventually die!"

The stall owner hurriedly followed suit.

It wasn't until the man in black walked away that there were whispers on the street.

"I can't live through this day. I have been busy for half a day, and all of it has been taken away. This includes the capital. I can't get back the money in the second half of the day."

"Maybe, we should get out of town too."

"Where are you going out of town?"

"Business people need to collect offerings, and they have to pay tribute when staying at home. Do you think you can escape when you leave the city?"

"Yeah, we are already pretty good. Look at the Martial Art Museum and the Mingyuan lineage, but they were completely killed."

"You are not allowed to practice martial arts, you can only be obedient citizens. These days..."

"Speak carefully! Speak carefully!"

Zhou Jia tightened his black robe, lowered his head and continued walking.

Pass through several alleys and come to a long street. At the end of the long street is a dark temple about 100 meters high and resplendent in gold and jade.

The temple occupies a vast area, and the surface is inlaid with various jewels, jade, agate, and gold, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Luxury!

This is the first impression that ordinary people see.

Powerful!

This is Zhou Jia's impression. The terrifying source of power accumulated inside the temple is almost equivalent to having a black iron peak sitting here.

and.

Keep getting stronger.

Some devout believers knelt down in front of the temple, chanting something non-stop.

All of them were pale and emaciated, dying. They had obviously been kneeling here for an unknown how long, and some of them had even passed out on the ground.

Even so, they still never gave up.

"What piety?"

In an inn not far away, someone whispered:

"Isn't it because I want to seek the status of a servant of the gods, so that I don't have to hand in the offerings, and I can live an easy life. Unfortunately, they don't even know that it is not easy to be a servant of the gods. People kneel to death every day. How many do you see?" Can a person become a servant of God?"

"Didn't it say that as long as you are devout, you can be loved by the gods?"

"Who knows if you are really religious? You say yes, but I say no. It depends on whether the people inside believe it or not?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Yeah, let's whisper to ourselves so no one can hear us."

Zhou Jia put away the trait of listening to the wind, lowered his eyebrows, walked through the crowd, and walked into the temple.

The temple is the residence of the gods. Even if the Lord of Darkness has not really come, it still has a unique ability to suppress all aliens.

Any distracting thoughts in the heart may be noticed by the envoy of God.

Continue to kill!

The statue of the Lord of Darkness is not a human figure, but a cloud of black mist, carved into strange shapes for people to worship.

"God the Father above."

Zhou Jia knelt down on one knee, with a solemn voice:

"All things end and die."

According to the rules of the Dark Temple, he bowed his head and saluted. After waiting for three breaths, he slowly got up and came to the side of the envoy.

At the same time, he took off the package on his body and handed it over.

"An envoy of the gods, I will worship."

"Um."

The envoy nodded, took the package and opened it, a ray of light came into view, and inside were several exquisite works of art made of gold.

"Um?"

God raised his eyebrows and showed satisfaction:

"good."

"This is what believers should do." Zhou Jia bowed his head:

"Everything of the believers is bestowed by God the Father, and returning to the embrace of God the Father is the ultimate belonging. Some foreign things are just God's test of the devoutness of the believers."

"Well said!" The envoy's face straightened, and his voice was solemn:

"Father, what I like is children like you. If you can donate these things three more times, I can give you a position as a servant of God."

"Thank you for the envoy of God." Zhou Jia bowed, and finally understood how the position of God Servant came to be, and took the opportunity to talk about his purpose:

"I want to see Qimei, the servant of God."

"She's in the back." God made it clear, and patted his palms to open the door to the backyard:

"Don't linger too long."

"Yes."

Zhou Jia bowed his head.

Stepping through the back door and passing through a dark passage, the front is suddenly brightly lit, followed by some chaotic noises.

"quick!"

"Move this thing over there!"

"And that one, be careful, all be careful, if it breaks, be careful, God will not be happy, and then you will have good fruit to eat."

"Hurry up!"

Here is a huge courtyard, which is also like a logistics center.

Huge storage houses are juxtaposed on both sides, and various goods are moved by the crowd, and they are classified into different rooms.

With a glance, a somewhat pudgy woman with a round face came into view.

"Qi Mei!"

"Who?"

Qi Mei came back to her senses, and her voice was full of impatience. When she saw the face of the person, she couldn't help being ecstatic and a little apprehensive:

"It's you."

"Senior, why did you come here in person?"

She trotted to Zhou Jia, lowered her voice and said:

"I thought it was a joke my father told me. I didn't expect that you really came. To see you, I... I am so lucky."

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands again and again.

"Not so much."

Zhou Jia smiled and waved his hands:

"Your father and I are old friends, so there is no need to see each other like this."

Qi Mei's father is Qi Yaochun, the big shopkeeper of Wantong Commercial Bank. As early as many years ago, Shicheng had contact with Wantong Commercial Bank.

The two of them are acquainted with each other.

"Not the same, not the same."

Qi Mei shook her head again and again:

"You are... that kind of person, we are far beyond comparison."

Silver!

The opponent is Hong Zeyu's top master, the silver powerhouse, even compared with those angels and demigods, he is not bad at all.

How could she not be excited when she came into such close contact with such an existence.

"All right."

Zhou Jia opened his mouth:

"Is everything ready?"

"All right!"

Qi Mei nodded:

"Because God's Domain forbids everyone to practice martial arts, the major forces who disobeyed are even more exterminated, and most of their things will be sent here."

"Special alloys, various rare metals, and weapons are specially placed in one place."

"You come with me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

Zhou Jia scanned his surroundings, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Since the collapse of the holy mountain, the destruction of the capital, and the appearance of the God's Domain, many forces of the Dalin Dynasty have sought refuge in the God's Domain one after another. Only in this way can they save their lives and strength.

Those who are unwilling to surrender, like the Mingyuan lineage, are besieged and killed by the forces that have taken refuge in the God Realm, the disciples of the disciples die, and the inheritance is cut off.

God's Realm Forbidden Martial Arts.

Any Ying martial arts methods and source art cheats, as long as they are discovered, they will be burned. If someone is found to have kept them privately, it is also a serious crime.

Kill without mercy!

There is only one type of people who can practice martial arts.

Servant of God!

People who believe in the ruler of darkness and seek refuge in the realm of the gods.

Similarly, even they are not allowed to teach their descendants the source of martial arts without permission, they must obtain the permission of God's Domain.

Since then.

The once precious things are gradually useless.

Like a spirit stone.

No one dares to use spiritual stones for cultivation, and it is still a serious crime to keep spiritual stones privately. On the contrary, gold and silver, which were previously discarded, have a market again.

Everything is changing.

And thinking about it, this kind of change will slowly make people get used to it, and eventually get used to it, unless someone can break the rule of God's Domain.

"arrive."

Qi Mei stopped and looked towards a gate:

"Senior, it's inside, you can go in and pick whatever you want, don't worry, as long as you don't take too much, no one will notice anything wrong."

God envoys, **** servants, there is a word "God" in their titles, but they are all opposites, and they are also the kind of people who can't satisfy their desires.

They are not interested in managing vulgar things.

As long as you give some benefits, you can take whatever you want here, and you can tell from Qi Mei's attitude that she is used to it.

"Wait a moment."

Just then, a voice sounded:

"Don't touch the things here!"

(end of this chapter)

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