Chapter 311 Chang'an City Is Still Lacking a Few Saint-Level Watchdogs!

Missing a hit, the real Ziwei swung his spear again and struck the black jar crazily.

"Rumble..."

Time and time again, Ziwei Zhenren kept taking action.

It's a pity that there is no difference in the ending. The black earthen jar still stands firmly without even shaking.

"Damn!!!"

Ziwei Zhenren clenched his fists and cursed angrily. A strong sense of frustration arose in his heart. He originally thought that even if he met the quasi-emperor with this spear, he would be able to compete with him.

Unexpectedly, there was no reaction at all. It was like a mud cow entering the sea without any waves.

The gap is too big.

There is simply no way to make up for it.

True Lord Zixiao also had a solemn look on his face, his eyes flickering as he stared at the black earthen jar.

The emperor's soldiers mobilized with all their strength, but they couldn't hurt the black jar at all. Why should he continue to be arrogant and continue to fight?

Don't talk about fighting, whether you can survive is a question.

"Who are you? Is there any misunderstanding between us?"

True Lord Zixiao looked at Luoxue and the others and asked in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with complex colors such as suspicion, fear, and fear.

When fists can't solve the problem, all you can do is reason.

After all, it is not easy to live till now, and to have the current cultivation level and status has gone through a lot of hardships. Who would be willing to lose it in such a confused way?

Luo Xue, who was dressed in a white dress and looked as ethereal as a fairy, heard a hint of indifference and ridicule on the corners of her pink lips and sneered:

"Misunderstanding? It's really ridiculous. You saints from Ziwei Immortal Palace are on their way to our Great Qin. Is there any misunderstanding between them?"

"What are you talking about? You...are you from Da Qin?"

True Lord Zixiao's body shook, and his two eyes almost bulged out.

Da Qin!

At this moment, he finally understood the origins of these people.

However, what puzzled him was that the Qin Dynasty was so powerful?

Not only are there nine such powerful female saints, but they can also refine such heaven-defying divine objects?

Moreover, the Emperor of Great Qin actually dared to send out nine saints and such heaven-defying gods at such a critical moment for Great Qin.

Isn't he afraid that the Qin Dynasty will be breached and fall? Could it be that...he has a stronger backhand...

Thinking of this,

True Lord Zixiao's heart was filled with turmoil, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

If it was really as he suspected, then what kind of monsters did they provoke in the Apocalypse Domain...

True Lord Zixiao's heart was beating wildly, almost bursting, and his head was buzzing. His thoughts were extremely confusing for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more terrible he became, and he felt palpitations.

For a saint who can receive thousands of messages in an instant to be in such a situation, you can imagine how strong the impact was on him at this time.

"Should you kneel down and confess your sins yourself, or let us do it ourselves."

Luoxue sighed softly and said quietly, her tone was cold and without the slightest hint of fireworks, as if she was telling the most ordinary things.

Her eyes swept over the crowd, scanning everyone.

Everyone who passed her gaze suddenly felt as cold as if they had fallen into a cold cellar.

At this time, Master Ziyang was even more determined to retreat. His eyes flickered and he began to secretly think about ways to escape.

The black earthen jar was too weird, obviously beyond imagination. Even their imperial soldiers had no effect at all. If they continued to fight, they might die here.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Master Ziyang was about to withdraw.

However, at this moment, a cold breath of death suddenly rushed out from the black earthen jar.

His position was locked instantly.

"not good!!!"

Master Ziyang was horrified, his face suddenly changed, and his whole body was horrified. Without any hesitation, he stepped on the galaxy and backed up crazily.

But, it’s still too late.

The black earthen jar shook violently, and a jet-black brilliance splashed out from it, exploding towards Master Ziyang.

"Ah...no!!"

Master Ziyang let out a shrill wail.

"Pfft!!!"

That gray stream of light easily penetrated the center of his eyebrows, and the terrifying power of death corroded the vitality in his body and wiped out his soul in an instant.

"Don't kill me, spare me, spare me!"

The soul of Zhenjun Ziyang struggled and roared, but it could not stop the gray flowing light at all.

In just one breath, it was completely corroded.

Subsequently.

The gray stream of light rolled around again, nailing his entire body to the ground.

A dignified and powerful saint of the generation, the Supreme Elder of Ziyang Immortal Palace, died in his own territory in such an aggrieved manner.

All of this happened too quickly and unexpectedly, completely beyond everyone's expectations.

They thought that their Supreme Elder might not be able to match, but they didn't expect that they would lose so easily.

At any rate, you also experienced a fierce battle?

It's as simple as killing a chicken. Do you want it to be so casual? Saints don’t want to lose face, right?

At this moment, the entire mountain range fell into endless silence. In the huge immortal palace, countless monks had their eyes widened and their faces were dull.

"Gulu~"

"hiss......."

There were sounds of swallowing.

The monks looked at Luo Xue and others in the field, dumbfounded and trembling.

What kind of horrible thing is that black clay pot? It killed Saint Ziyang in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace of his body.

Saint!!!

That was a saint, an invincible existence who was high above, but he was nailed to the ground like this, without even a chance to escape.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't even dare to believe it was true.

Looking at the black clay pot, in a trance, it seemed that they saw the woman wearing a bronze mask again, and heard the majestic voice that suppressed the heavens again.

Saint?

It's just a chicken and a dog, a thing like an ant, vulnerable.

"Go!!!"

True Lord Zixiao shouted angrily.

True Lord Ziwei, holding the imperial weapon, did not hesitate at all. The imperial spear trembled violently, turning into an arc of light, and instantly rolled them in, as if he wanted to take True Lord Ziwei and True Lord Zixiao away from here.

"Can you get away?"

A trace of coldness flashed across Luoxue's eyes, and she waved her jade arm.

The black earthenware jar trembled violently again, emitting an infinite murderous intent.

A series of gray beams of light burst out again, instantly piercing through the void and chasing after the imperial spear.

Boom! !

In an instant, endless light bloomed, and countless runes surged, illuminating the four directions.

.........

Five minutes later.

True Ziwei and True Zixiao knelt side by side on the ground, their eyes were dull, their breath was weak, and their bodies were bloody and horrible.

Especially True Zixiao, who used to be a fairy, like an immortal from the world, but now he has become a bloody man, extremely embarrassed, and there is no saintly demeanor.

And their imperial spears were even more dim, covered with dense and tiny cracks, almost broken apart.

Obviously, they have suffered a huge blow.

At this time, the hearts of Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenjun were filled with endless regret. If they had known that Daqin was so terrifying, they would never dare to attack Daqin even if they had a hundred courage.

"Fellow Daoists, I admit that it was indeed our Ziwei Fairy Palace that offended us before..."

Zixiao Zhenjun raised his head with difficulty and smiled bitterly. Although he was still angry, unwilling, and annoyed, the situation was stronger than people.

Luoxue looked down at the two of them, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and waved it slowly.

A scroll with a golden halo and embroidered dragon pattern condensed out of thin air, exuding a vast and majestic aura of oppression, as if the Emperor of Heaven was here in person.

Luoxue drew a finger in the air, and the imperial edict flew out directly and landed in front of Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenjun.

The imperial edict was slowly opened in the horrified eyes of Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenren, and a line of words was written on it:

"Old rules, kill the men and take the women away."

Seeing the content of the imperial edict, Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenren's faces changed.

I just hate that I am not a woman!

Just when they were thinking about whether to swing their swords.

At this time, Luoxue said lightly: "But the master said that Chang'an City is still short of a few saint-level watchdogs. If you don't want to die, you can still choose this path."

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ps: Watching the room being emptied bit by bit, the traces of life, the bits and pieces of half a year are gradually smoothed out, withdrawn, and emptied. Suddenly I felt lost and had a feeling of emptiness in my heart.