Volume 1, Chapter 197: The Saint Falls, the Sky Weeps

Above the sky, a white-haired immortal stood gracefully. At his side, several scrolls were spread out, emitting a black aura from time to time.

Opposite him, the Northern Maniac King looked particularly embarrassed.

Not only did the golden crown on his head fall off at some point, but his python robe was also torn into pieces.

There was a faint smile on the white-haired fairy's feminine face, and the iron fan in her hand danced with the hair in front of her forehead.

"King of the Northern Man, why is it that no one in this Northern Man helps you?"

Situ Feng snorted coldly.

He was indeed no match for the white-haired fairy in front of him.

Although they are all saints, their strengths vary.

The white-haired immortal in front of me is above the eighth level of sainthood.

That is a top existence, while I am only at the fourth level of Sainthood.

But he was unwilling to give up.

It is indeed as the other party said. Why is there no one helping me in this northern barbaric place?

"I never thought that after conquering all the nine states, I would end up dying at the hands of a demonic cultist like you."

"No, no, what is righteous and what is evil is just your words. You and I are both practicing the laws of heaven and earth, the three thousand great ways, living under the same sky. How can you say that you are on the righteous path, and I am practicing the evil path?"

Situ Feng covered his chest with his hands, blood was constantly gushing out from there.

The saint's blood was spilled, and the air around him began to boil.

Ripples are created.

"Everyone in the world knows that you, the Demon Cult, are bloodthirsty. Why should I tell you?"

The white-haired fairy chuckled.

"Could it be that you have killed fewer people than I have?"

They claim to be a famous and upright sect, but they have committed many murders.

Especially Situ Feng in front of him.

When he was young, he helped the king ascend the throne and killed countless soldiers.

His hands were already covered in blood.

As a saint, he killed all his life.

Situ Feng is naturally not afraid of death.

He was just worried that after he died, his grandson might not survive.

For unknown reasons, he threatened, "There's no point in saying more. If you kill me today, your Blood God Cult will surely bear the wrath of Kyushu. Don't forget, I'm the king, a member of Kyushu's royal family."

"Hahahaha..." The white-haired fairy laughed towards the sky, but his laughter was unusually feminine.

"Then let me see how powerful the Jiuzhou Empire is. Hundreds of years ago, they couldn't kill me, and it's even more impossible today."

After saying that, he turned into an afterimage and rushed up to kill.

Kill towards Situ Feng.

Scrolls were surging wildly all around.

Countless blood turned into prehistoric beasts.

He attacked with a murderous gust of wind.

Situ Feng sighed softly.

Also kill out.

He knew he was no match for his opponent, but he would not sit still and wait for death.

Fight with all your might, and leave the outcome to fate.

The white-haired fairy did not hold back.

With every move of his hands and feet, the sky changed color.

Killing moves are everywhere.

A huge roar echoed in the sky above Beimang City.

The blood-red fog filled the entire sky.

The moonlight is covered up.

At this time, Ye Tingmu and others had just returned to the Dongfang family.

Suddenly, the roaring sound in my ears stopped.

Ye Tingmu and others looked up.

Then the moonlight reappeared.

Hanging high in the sky.

But it was no longer bright and clear, but a hint of blood.

Boom boom...

A flash of lightning split the sky.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of thunder broke through the air.

Filled the entire northern gang.

Crash.....

A heavy rain suddenly fell.

It was as if it had suddenly fallen.

Ye Tingmu frowned. It was rain, but it was not rain.

Along with the fishy smell, the rain seemed a little scarlet.

He was astonished. Thunder roared in the clear sky and blood rained down from the sky.

At this time, Dongfang Xing whispered, "The sky is weeping, a saint has fallen, and a saint has entered reincarnation."

A group of people were shocked and hid under the eaves, watching the blood rain gather into a stream.

Ye Tingmu was puzzled.

He looked at Dahei.

"Could it be the man we just killed?"

Dahei shook his head.

In a voice that only he could hear, he said, "What are you thinking? You killed that man, he was just a substitute."

"Ah... Stand."

This made him think of Li Gao.

Shit, Bai was so excited, and even said that he killed the Saint, so it feels like he is just a substitute.

Big Black Bull rolled his eyes. Could it be that the other party was an avatar? Could he beat someone like that without using any spiritual energy?

speechless.

He said again: "It should be that the Northern Maniac King is dead..."

Ye Tingmu's heart tightened again.

Then his eyes looked at Hua Zhilu, and finally fell on Boss Zhou who was beside him.

Just at this moment, a white figure came bathed in blood rain.

It floated down and came in front of everyone.

The man came holding a white umbrella in one hand and waving a white fan in the other.

It was the white-haired fairy who had attacked the King of Northern Maniacs during the poetry gathering just now.

After landing, he came to Hua Zhilu, leaned forward slightly, and said in an extremely respectful tone: "Saint, I have killed the king of the northern gangsters."

As soon as his words came out.

Dongfang Xing, Li Muyi, Wan Jin, Lin An... and others, without exception, all gasped.

The people around were subconsciously on guard.

The man who could kill the Northern Maniac King has now joined the Dongfang family, so they are naturally afraid.

Of the two saints of the Northern Man, only one remains.

Ye Tingmu's expression became more alert.

Saint, if you say behead, then behead.

It’s understandable for Dahei, after all he was once the king of beasts.

Besides, the other party is just a clone.

But the white-haired man in front of him was so exaggerated.

In less than two hours, the Northern Maniac King was killed, while he himself seemed to be unharmed.

What a blood god cult...

but

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhilu gently tapped his forehead.

Then she turned her head to look at Ye Tingmu, who was also looking at her at this time.

The two looked at each other, and Hua Zhilu turned around and said to the white-haired immortal in front of him:

"Can I spend the night with you?"

The White-haired Immortal paused again and said, "Of course. I'll stay here tonight. Do you think that's feasible?"

"kindness......"

A gust of wind passed by.

It seemed to blow away the rain curtain above heads.

The blood rain stopped.

The lightning dissipated.

The moonlight gradually returned to what it should have been.

Become bright again.

Qingfeng came to Hua Zhilu's side without knowing when.

He looked up and asked, "Sister Xiaolu, are you leaving?"

Hua Zhilu smiled.

"I'll talk about it later."

The atmosphere was quiet and eerie.

Perhaps the experience of this night was too complicated and it was still stimulating their minds.

Even Ye Tingmu still hadn't fully recovered.

Saint...Death of a Saint.

And more than one.

This night was too shocking.

Ye Tingmu took a deep breath and said to Wan Jin beside him: "Fatty..."

"Master, you say."

"Can you get me a few more jars of Shenxianzui? I'm craving some."

Wan Jin gritted his teeth.

"I'll get it right away."

Ye Tingmu nodded.

"Jifeng, go with him."

Yue Mingfeng glanced at Guan Qi and then nodded.

"good"