Chapter 116
Burning the Black Clothes!
Chapter 116 Burning the Black Clothes!
She is dead.
Looks like it's been dead for a long time.
For the safety of the voters, the monster who is willing to use himself as bait.
At this moment, the corpse is being nailed to the ground, extracting the last bit of value.
Maybe it was because of accepting her kingdom of God, Jiang Nan couldn't help but feel a little bit of regret in his heart.
And beside her corpse, there were several strange-looking spirits, also nailed to the ground with pitch-black sticks.
Several huge ghost corpses formed a huge circle, and inside the circle was a vast sinkhole.
In the pit stood a jet-black iron vessel in the shape of a cross, faintly visible figures were pierced through the ribs by iron ropes and tied to the iron vessel.
On their bodies, the bright red blood flowed along the iron locks, poured into the ferocious iron tools, and finally gathered on the ground.
Jiang Nan walked over the ghostly corpse and walked towards those figures.
Although they were extremely weak, they were still breathing.
Taking a closer look, I saw huge spirit stones inlaid on those iron objects, which were at least provided to the aspirants to ensure their continuous vitality.
In Jiangnan's consciousness, these figures all have cultivation bases, and they are uneven.
From the ninth grade to the fourth grade, there are all of them.
Their identities are naturally ready to be revealed.
——Those Hongzhou official cultivators who were transferred away are now trapped here, half dead.
At a glance, there are more than five hundred ancient and ferocious iron objects in the sinkhole.
It seems that most of the official practitioners in Hongzhou are here.
Most of them have passed out.
Only a few of those with advanced cultivation still keep their eyes open.
But it is also described as haggard and may lose consciousness at any time.
On an iron statue near the edge, an old man in a cloud pattern robe buried his head.
His cultivation is considered to be the top batch among this group of cultivators-fourth grade cultivators.
And the cloud pattern robe on his body also revealed his identity.
——Hong Yunwei, Hongzhou.
An official cultivator institution in Hongzhou, similar to the nine-story building in Wuyi City in Weishui.
As Jiangnan approached, the old man also felt his breath.
There was a hint of surprise on his tired face, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes.
And, the breath of the fifth grade on Jiangnan.
As a result, the light in the old man's eyes dimmed rapidly.
It was replaced by anxiety.
An eager and weak voice came out of his mouth: "Later... Junior... Hurry... Hurry up... They are coming back... You... You can't fight them..."
His voice also attracted the attention of other cultivators who maintained their sanity.
They raised their heads with difficulty and saw Jiangnan.
"Young man... get out of here..."
"Notify the Great Xia court... Hongzhou is in danger..."
"..."
Weak and stubborn voices can be heard endlessly, urging Jiangnan to flee.
They didn't know that Jiang Nan had come in now, but they only wanted him to go out.
Bring the news to the court.
But, it's too late.
The wind and cloud in the sky and the earth are surging, and the cloud is covered like a layer of lead.
Figures in black robes came from a distance.
Their faces were hidden under the huge hoods, which were in the same costume as No. [-] and others that Jiangnan met in the border town of Hongzhou.
But the number is extremely large.
There are more than fifty people!
Although these black-robed people do not practice the way of rank, it is difficult to measure their rank.
But the aura that emanates is around the fifth rank.
Seeing this scene, the old man Hong Yunwei showed despair, and hurriedly reminded,
"They have the ability to block spiritual energy...you...find a chance to escape!"
"Only by notifying the imperial court and sending a powerful person can save Hongzhou!"
In desperation, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even more haggard.
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Nan sighed: "Old man, take a rest first, I will be a member of the imperial court."
The old man lost his voice in astonishment.
Is this young man a reinforcement from the imperial court?
But why did the imperial court only send one fifth-rank cultivator?
Isn't this a gift?
Thick despair poured down from head to toe like a basin of cold water.
Freeze all hope.
At this moment, those fifty or so men in black robes approached.
The first person made a hoarse and cold voice: "Those who trespass on the forbidden area, die!"
After all, fifty black robes scattered in all directions, surrounding Jiangnan.
The familiar formations bloomed from the black robes, shining golden light!
The spiritual energy in a radius of tens of miles suddenly froze!
At the same time, the black robes had launched an offensive.
Violent flames rose from the formation, turning into a huge pillar of fire and enveloping the south of the Yangtze River.
The terrifying high temperature distorted the air, the surrounding vegetation was ignited, and the flames soared into the sky, dyeing everything bright red!
The cultivators in the tiankeng showed unwillingness and despair in their eyes.
Although they don't want to admit it, in their eyes, Jiangnan is dead.
Rank five, not to mention that the aura has been banned, even under normal circumstances, it is impossible to defeat so many black robes.
After a while, the pillar of fire went out.
Many cultivators can't even bear to see the tragic situation in Jiangnan.
But when the old man couldn't help raising his head, he froze,
I saw a figure emerging from the flames, shaking his fingers, crushing the last flames.
His eyes swept over the confused black robe, he shook his head and said, "Huo, that's not the case."
While speaking, a ray of golden red fire gushed out from his mouth.
Know how to face the wind!
In a blink of an eye, it turned into a monstrous sea of flames, endless!
Swallow all the black robes!
The battle... can't be called a battle, it was a one-sided massacre that only lasted for a moment.
Before the cultivators who were tied to the iron tools could even react, only Jiang Nan was left in their field of vision.
And those people in black robes have turned into flying ash, floating around.
The old man Hong Yunwei's eyes widened, and he couldn't help pulling the cold iron chain to make a clanking sound!
This is the fifth grade?
The old man couldn't make up his mind, if this was the fifth rank, then the fourth rank he was once proud of... he really cultivated it on a dog...
At this time, many cultivators looked at Jiangnan with disbelief and confusion.
But more, it is ecstasy!
Saved!
They are saved!
Maybe... Hongzhou can be saved too!
The next moment, Jiangnan pulled out Qingyan, and the sword energy burst out!
The dexterous sword energy like a swimming fish passed through the tiankeng, wrapped around the iron chains on everyone, and smashed them!
As a result, the cultivators separated from the iron and fell into the tiankeng.
After being imprisoned and tortured for more than half a year, they finally regained their freedom!
Among them, the cultivators who still maintained their sanity almost wept with joy!
They looked at Jiangnan with gratitude and admiration!
"Thank you fellow daoist for saving me..."
Hong Yunwei's old cultivator struggled to get up, bowed deeply, and called Jiangnan a Taoist friend.
The rest of the people also staggered forward and thanked Jiangnan.
"You don't have to be polite, you are also members of the imperial court, this is just a matter of my duty."
Jiangnan said to everyone, and at the same time called out Qingluo.
The little tree god is no longer what it used to be, with a wave of her hand, a giant tree broke through the soil and pierced into the sky!
Under the overwhelming shade of giant trees, faint light spots fell on the practitioners.
As a result, their exhausted vitality is slowly recovering.
Qing Luo, who has recovered her divine power, can heal injuries and restore vitality with her supernatural powers.
Jiang Nan knew this early on.
Afterwards, he had a brief conversation with the saved cultivators, and left Qingluo to take care of them temporarily.
And he himself went in the direction of Jian Xun.
He knew that this was just a small episode.
The black robe just now was just an insignificant pawn.
The real enemy is still ahead.
Suddenly, Jiang Nan's eyes lit up above the clouds.
I saw dazzling golden light erupting in the direction of the palace!
A group of small suns slowly lifted into the sky, bringing endless scorching heat!
At the same time, under the radiance of the sun, the dense devilish energy all over the sky instantly melted away for a little bit!
Jiang Nan's heart froze. It seemed that the addition of the two from the Governor's Mansion put Jian Xun, who was in the confrontation, at risk.
With this in mind, he urged Dao Xing with all his strength, turning into a strong wind and sweeping away!
(End of this chapter)
She is dead.
Looks like it's been dead for a long time.
For the safety of the voters, the monster who is willing to use himself as bait.
At this moment, the corpse is being nailed to the ground, extracting the last bit of value.
Maybe it was because of accepting her kingdom of God, Jiang Nan couldn't help but feel a little bit of regret in his heart.
And beside her corpse, there were several strange-looking spirits, also nailed to the ground with pitch-black sticks.
Several huge ghost corpses formed a huge circle, and inside the circle was a vast sinkhole.
In the pit stood a jet-black iron vessel in the shape of a cross, faintly visible figures were pierced through the ribs by iron ropes and tied to the iron vessel.
On their bodies, the bright red blood flowed along the iron locks, poured into the ferocious iron tools, and finally gathered on the ground.
Jiang Nan walked over the ghostly corpse and walked towards those figures.
Although they were extremely weak, they were still breathing.
Taking a closer look, I saw huge spirit stones inlaid on those iron objects, which were at least provided to the aspirants to ensure their continuous vitality.
In Jiangnan's consciousness, these figures all have cultivation bases, and they are uneven.
From the ninth grade to the fourth grade, there are all of them.
Their identities are naturally ready to be revealed.
——Those Hongzhou official cultivators who were transferred away are now trapped here, half dead.
At a glance, there are more than five hundred ancient and ferocious iron objects in the sinkhole.
It seems that most of the official practitioners in Hongzhou are here.
Most of them have passed out.
Only a few of those with advanced cultivation still keep their eyes open.
But it is also described as haggard and may lose consciousness at any time.
On an iron statue near the edge, an old man in a cloud pattern robe buried his head.
His cultivation is considered to be the top batch among this group of cultivators-fourth grade cultivators.
And the cloud pattern robe on his body also revealed his identity.
——Hong Yunwei, Hongzhou.
An official cultivator institution in Hongzhou, similar to the nine-story building in Wuyi City in Weishui.
As Jiangnan approached, the old man also felt his breath.
There was a hint of surprise on his tired face, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes.
And, the breath of the fifth grade on Jiangnan.
As a result, the light in the old man's eyes dimmed rapidly.
It was replaced by anxiety.
An eager and weak voice came out of his mouth: "Later... Junior... Hurry... Hurry up... They are coming back... You... You can't fight them..."
His voice also attracted the attention of other cultivators who maintained their sanity.
They raised their heads with difficulty and saw Jiangnan.
"Young man... get out of here..."
"Notify the Great Xia court... Hongzhou is in danger..."
"..."
Weak and stubborn voices can be heard endlessly, urging Jiangnan to flee.
They didn't know that Jiang Nan had come in now, but they only wanted him to go out.
Bring the news to the court.
But, it's too late.
The wind and cloud in the sky and the earth are surging, and the cloud is covered like a layer of lead.
Figures in black robes came from a distance.
Their faces were hidden under the huge hoods, which were in the same costume as No. [-] and others that Jiangnan met in the border town of Hongzhou.
But the number is extremely large.
There are more than fifty people!
Although these black-robed people do not practice the way of rank, it is difficult to measure their rank.
But the aura that emanates is around the fifth rank.
Seeing this scene, the old man Hong Yunwei showed despair, and hurriedly reminded,
"They have the ability to block spiritual energy...you...find a chance to escape!"
"Only by notifying the imperial court and sending a powerful person can save Hongzhou!"
In desperation, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even more haggard.
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Nan sighed: "Old man, take a rest first, I will be a member of the imperial court."
The old man lost his voice in astonishment.
Is this young man a reinforcement from the imperial court?
But why did the imperial court only send one fifth-rank cultivator?
Isn't this a gift?
Thick despair poured down from head to toe like a basin of cold water.
Freeze all hope.
At this moment, those fifty or so men in black robes approached.
The first person made a hoarse and cold voice: "Those who trespass on the forbidden area, die!"
After all, fifty black robes scattered in all directions, surrounding Jiangnan.
The familiar formations bloomed from the black robes, shining golden light!
The spiritual energy in a radius of tens of miles suddenly froze!
At the same time, the black robes had launched an offensive.
Violent flames rose from the formation, turning into a huge pillar of fire and enveloping the south of the Yangtze River.
The terrifying high temperature distorted the air, the surrounding vegetation was ignited, and the flames soared into the sky, dyeing everything bright red!
The cultivators in the tiankeng showed unwillingness and despair in their eyes.
Although they don't want to admit it, in their eyes, Jiangnan is dead.
Rank five, not to mention that the aura has been banned, even under normal circumstances, it is impossible to defeat so many black robes.
After a while, the pillar of fire went out.
Many cultivators can't even bear to see the tragic situation in Jiangnan.
But when the old man couldn't help raising his head, he froze,
I saw a figure emerging from the flames, shaking his fingers, crushing the last flames.
His eyes swept over the confused black robe, he shook his head and said, "Huo, that's not the case."
While speaking, a ray of golden red fire gushed out from his mouth.
Know how to face the wind!
In a blink of an eye, it turned into a monstrous sea of flames, endless!
Swallow all the black robes!
The battle... can't be called a battle, it was a one-sided massacre that only lasted for a moment.
Before the cultivators who were tied to the iron tools could even react, only Jiang Nan was left in their field of vision.
And those people in black robes have turned into flying ash, floating around.
The old man Hong Yunwei's eyes widened, and he couldn't help pulling the cold iron chain to make a clanking sound!
This is the fifth grade?
The old man couldn't make up his mind, if this was the fifth rank, then the fourth rank he was once proud of... he really cultivated it on a dog...
At this time, many cultivators looked at Jiangnan with disbelief and confusion.
But more, it is ecstasy!
Saved!
They are saved!
Maybe... Hongzhou can be saved too!
The next moment, Jiangnan pulled out Qingyan, and the sword energy burst out!
The dexterous sword energy like a swimming fish passed through the tiankeng, wrapped around the iron chains on everyone, and smashed them!
As a result, the cultivators separated from the iron and fell into the tiankeng.
After being imprisoned and tortured for more than half a year, they finally regained their freedom!
Among them, the cultivators who still maintained their sanity almost wept with joy!
They looked at Jiangnan with gratitude and admiration!
"Thank you fellow daoist for saving me..."
Hong Yunwei's old cultivator struggled to get up, bowed deeply, and called Jiangnan a Taoist friend.
The rest of the people also staggered forward and thanked Jiangnan.
"You don't have to be polite, you are also members of the imperial court, this is just a matter of my duty."
Jiangnan said to everyone, and at the same time called out Qingluo.
The little tree god is no longer what it used to be, with a wave of her hand, a giant tree broke through the soil and pierced into the sky!
Under the overwhelming shade of giant trees, faint light spots fell on the practitioners.
As a result, their exhausted vitality is slowly recovering.
Qing Luo, who has recovered her divine power, can heal injuries and restore vitality with her supernatural powers.
Jiang Nan knew this early on.
Afterwards, he had a brief conversation with the saved cultivators, and left Qingluo to take care of them temporarily.
And he himself went in the direction of Jian Xun.
He knew that this was just a small episode.
The black robe just now was just an insignificant pawn.
The real enemy is still ahead.
Suddenly, Jiang Nan's eyes lit up above the clouds.
I saw dazzling golden light erupting in the direction of the palace!
A group of small suns slowly lifted into the sky, bringing endless scorching heat!
At the same time, under the radiance of the sun, the dense devilish energy all over the sky instantly melted away for a little bit!
Jiang Nan's heart froze. It seemed that the addition of the two from the Governor's Mansion put Jian Xun, who was in the confrontation, at risk.
With this in mind, he urged Dao Xing with all his strength, turning into a strong wind and sweeping away!
(End of this chapter)