But because of this, monks from all over the place received instructions and began to take action. To put it bluntly, it was to show off their power and let those with the surname Qi know their place.
On the streets of Misty Rain City, several ninth-rank monks were chatting.
"It's a shame that those nine Qingyun disciples escaped."
"I heard from Lord Yan that if you capture the remnants of the Li family, you will be promoted three levels."
"Master Liu also said that the fish that have escaped the net of the Zhao and Lin families are also worth a fortune, and there is still a chance to enter the outer courtyard of the Liu family."
"How about we go back and look for it again?"
"You old woman, don't you look where you're going?"
An old woman selling vegetables stood aside, afraid of bumping into the three people. Unexpectedly, the three people were chatting too deeply, and one of them bumped into the old woman and started cursing at her.
The old lady nodded repeatedly to apologize.
The ninth-rank cultivator looked at the old woman with disgust and said, "What bad luck." Then he raised his hand to hit her.
"Don't touch my grandma!" A child rushed over. The monk put his hand on his head, a mocking look on his face. "The world has really changed. Look at this little lowly person who dares to fight me."
The people with the surname Qi around did not dare to say a word. The cultivators were gods, and everyone could only watch them kill people.
Even if someone's eyes were filled with anger, they dared not say anything.
"Who says it's not true? I think it's all that fault. Wanbao Pavilion has fed these people too much. They run a porridge shop today and make clothes tomorrow."
"Ahem, don't talk nonsense." Another person pointed to the sky.
The monk who was holding the boy's head smiled cruelly. "In my opinion, it all comes down to our Heavenly Family being too merciful."
After saying that, he tried to use force in his hands.
But a loud bang made him pause.
The monk looked up in confusion and saw a man not far away holding a strange-shaped object in his hand, which looked like some kind of fire stick.
"Hey, hey! You're bleeding..." The companion's voice was trembling.
He lowered his head and saw the blood on his chest. Suddenly, he felt a surge of pain. How could this happen? How could he be hurt by an ordinary person?
"You!" A monk wanted to take action, but there was another loud bang, and another person holding a strange thing appeared.
Seeing his two companions fall, the last monk trembled with fear. He didn't understand what kind of magic the other party used.
"See, everyone, they are also human beings and they can bleed." Jing's voice spread through the streets, awakening the ordinary people who were stunned.
They all turned to look at the figure standing on the high ground.
"I'll give you one chance. Take up your weapons and join me...in slaying the gods."
His words seemed to have some kind of magic.
As if to confirm his words, another person raised the strange weapon in his hand and aimed at the last monk.
"You lowly people! How dare you attack and kill monks in the street! Aren't you afraid..."
"Bang!"
The world became quiet.
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