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The world is like the tide, destiny is like the wind... People are like withered leaves, drifting in the wind...
The Demon Chapter King tilted his head and watched with a twisted face as the leader of the Piao Ling Troupe was smashed into pieces by precise and sharp rays of light falling from the sky.
In his ears, a song he had overheard that the group leader sang softly when no one was around suddenly sounded.
It is said that this is the origin of the name of Piao Ling Troupe, and this ballad was left by the old grandmother of the troupe leader.
The leader is not young, nor is he the kind of beauty who would conquer the country.
The reason why she wears a veil is just because of the folk custom of the tribe where she comes from. The man who lifts her veil will be her husband.
She is not powerful. She is not the kind of old devil who hides in the mortal world, pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. She is just a gentle, docile person who carefully takes over the troupe passed down by her elders, leading a group of poor people in the turbulent world. A little woman struggling to survive.
She is very gentle and warm.
When she spent the last bit of money from the entire troupe, she bought a potion to revive the seriously injured Demon Chapter King.
She didn't know that in Demon Chapter King's heart, she had become a symbol of mother.
Otherwise, the Demon Chapter King would have left the troupe long ago.
He knew very well that he was an ominous person and if he stayed in the troupe, he would probably cause trouble to the troupe. But for that warm smile and to be able to listen to this desolate tune, he stayed in the troupe.
Regardless of his past status, he is like a scoundrel, leading a group of children around to eat the king's meal.
Even if he was beaten into suspended animation again and again... he would never tire of it.
To be honest, being in suspended animation is really uncomfortable, and it's not much worse than real death. Although every time he fakes his death, his awakened talents will become stronger, but... that damn feeling is really uncomfortable...
"Captain... don't..." The Demon Chapter King knelt on the ground, and a dozen heavily armed soldiers rushed up to him with cheers, and grabbed him with all their hands and feet.
"Caught, caught... the only true bloodline of the Three Cities, the descendant of the legendary Demon King Rahu... the fallen prince Gomora of the Three Cities!" A bearded warrior grabbed the Demon Chapter King's neck and drank heartily. He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "We can go home, we can go home... Haha, we caught him."
The Demon Chapter King's body was shaking, letting these guys grab his neck, his arms, and some even grabbed his legs, just like a group of butchers carrying a clean sheep, preparing to get him He was lifted up like a grill.
In the sky, more than a hundred court mages from the Three Connected Cities were slowly falling. They looked down at the Demon Chapter King, with smiles on their skinny cheeks.
The pursuit that has lasted for more than ten years is finally coming to an end.
It has been more than ten years since they left their hometown, just for this damn guy, the Demon Chapter King.
Now, they can finally go home. Not only that, they have brought back the Demon Chapter King. They can finally open the ultimate defense system of the Three Cities, open the secret treasure house belonging to the royal family of the Three Cities, and make the declining Three Cities glorious and powerful again.
The mission was finally completed perfectly.
As for these dead people... they are nothing more than some wandering savages, a group of despicable prostitutes, thieves, villains, and scoundrels. If these people live, they will only make this damn world worse.
After they die, the air in this world will become much cleaner.
More than three thousand soldiers and more than a hundred court mages laughed at the same time, smiling happily. This guy was finally caught, thanks to the cooperation of Liudao Palace.
Only in a safe and well-regulated place like the Six Paths Palace would this cunning Gomolo relax his vigilance and fall asleep like a well-behaved child, allowing them to complete a perfect encirclement and capture him alive.
The most perfect thing is that because of the relationship between these savages and untouchables, Gomorro actually gave up resistance and escaped.
The soldiers and mages responsible for capturing the Demon Chapter King will never forget that many of their companions discovered this bastard prince with low strength in the past, but he held the secret treasure of the Three Liancheng royal family. Although he was seriously injured again and again, those responsible The soldiers who captured him also suffered heavy casualties.
This time he didn't resist...
Wearing golden armor and a beard, a majestic man with a group of subordinates quickly came to the Demon Chapter King. He lowered his head and looked down at the lifeless-looking Demon Chapter King, and suddenly grinned: "Prince Gomorra... finally... It’s not easy to see you.”
The Demon Chapter King sang a desolate ditty in a low voice: "The world is like the tide, fate is like the wind... People are like withered leaves, drifting in the wind..."
Over and over again, tears continued to flow from my eyes.
The big man with the beard looked at the Demon Chapter King in astonishment. He reached out and patted the Demon Chapter King on the cheek, and murmured in a low voice: "Huh? Are you scared? But it doesn't matter. What we want is your blood. As long as we bring you alive, Just go back, as for the rest... no one will care."
The Demon Chapter King narrowed his eyes, his heart ached, and tears kept pouring from his eyes.
There was darkness all around him, except for the familiar faces of the Piao Ling Troupe that kept appearing in front of his eyes. Circles of blue, purple, black, and green kept emerging under his fair skin, and his skin became colorful and looked weird.
"Damn it? Are you trying to awaken your supernatural powers?" The bearded man looked at Demon Chapter King in astonishment. He smiled and shook his head: "No, no, Prince Gomorro, you should just sleep obediently until you wake up. , we have returned to Sanlian City..."
"After so many years, don't you miss the Three Liancheng?" The bearded man laughed. He pulled out his sword, held it upside down, and hit the back of the Demon Chapter King's head hard with the hilt.
A heavy blow from the hilt of the sword would have caused a normal person to faint.
The bones on the back of the Demon Chapter King's head were like melted gelatin, sinking softly under the force of the sword hilt.
The big man with the beard struck hard, but it fell into the air. There was no real feeling at all wherever the sword hilt touched.
He was startled and suddenly shouted loudly: "Come on, let His Highness Gomoluo take the medicine."
A group of court mages had already descended to a height of a hundred meters above the ground. Several of the oldest mages fell rapidly from the air. They hurried to the side of the Demon Chapter King, took out a light black jade bottle, and forcibly opened the Demon Chapter King's hand. jaw.
"Beauty Crisp..." An old mage with a triangular face laughed strangely: "I heard that in the past in Sanlian City, His Royal Highness liked to let women drink this treasure and then have fun with them... As long as he drinks Beauty Crisp, his whole body will be paralyzed. No matter how much the prince enjoys it, even a master in the Life Pond realm cannot withstand the power of this medicine... "
"Your Highness, do you have the Life Pond Realm?"
The black-red beauty cake with a faint fragrance was poured into the mouth of Demon Chapter King, and flowed down his throat and into his stomach.
In a place invisible to outsiders, circles of blue, purple, black, and green circular patterns are constantly emerging in the belly of the Demon Chapter King. This bottle of beauty cake has not yet exerted any effect, but it is surrounded by circles. The shaped runes decomposed and absorbed, turning into wisps of strange heat flowing in the body of the Demon Chapter King.
The rings of various colors under Demon Chapter King's skin appeared more and more densely, and gradually his entire body became colorful, like a poisonous ring octopus that was caught out of the water, looking full of a strange sense of danger.
In Dalong City, Wu Tie let out a long roar and swept the last few Six Dao Palace disciples who had the courage to rush up to block the way with a sweep of his spear. He stopped suddenly, turned around, and pointed his pale white spear behind him. Point to the avenue.
The roar of a tiger shook for miles, and the dozens of disciples from the Six Paths Palace who gathered behind them turned around and left without saying a word.
Li Wei was killed, several senior officials of the Zhike Hall in the Half-step Mingchi realm were killed, so many elders in the Duolou realm were killed, so many senior brothers with strong cultivation levels were killed... There were three or two of these big cats and kittens. The Six Paths Palace disciples had been killed and were so frightened that they no longer had the courage to stop Wu Tie.
"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Wu Tie looked at the Six Paths Palace disciples who were running around without saying a word. From the dark shadows on the side, Lao Bai rushed over with a look of panic.
Behind Lao Bai, two black rat men and four blue-skinned lizard men were chasing after him. It seemed that they had no good intentions toward Lao Bai.
Wu Tie coldly looked at the few pursuers behind Lao Bai. The invisible force field suddenly spread out, and a large fire rolled in the invisible force field. Six flaming palms with a radius of several feet suddenly condensed, and slapped Lao Bai. On the pursuers behind Bai.
The two black-skinned rat men and the four blue-skinned lizard men were burned to ashes without even making a sound. Lao Bai looked back and quickly rushed to Wu Tie's side.
"The Piao Ling Theater Troupe was completely wiped out... The yellow-haired boy of the Demon Chapter King was captured... Yeah, he is actually some kind of prince? That caravan from afar actually came to hunt him down... Moreover, they have already reached an agreement with the senior officials of the Six Paths Palace. Conditions met."
Lao Bai was very well-informed. In such a short period of time, Wu Tie and his party had just rushed out of Dalong City, and he had already found out almost everything.
"What a bunch of foreign bastards..." Lao Bai cursed angrily: "Those two scoundrels are the scouts from Sanlian City. They don't show any kindness at all and kill them when they meet. If it weren't for Dalong City, Several brothers were protecting me, and Lao Bai fell into their hands..."
Lao Bai's face looked a little strange, and he murmured in a low voice: "Since when do rat people have experts in the Chonglou Realm? Since you are already a ratman in the Chonglou Realm, why are you still a scout?"
When Wu Tie started to kill the guys who were chasing Lao Bai, he sensed that those guys were at the first or second level of Chonglou Realm.
Can the rat people reach the first or second level of the Chonglou Realm
Wu Tie looked at Lao Bai, reached out and poked his forehead, and then looked in the direction of where the Piao Ling Troupe was stationed.
This is a big hassle.
There is no doubt that this is a big trouble.
A force that can dispatch such a huge team, spend several years, and cross such a vast distance just to hunt down one person... Such a force...
"That Demon Chapter King is a nice person, I like him." Wu Tie said solemnly: "Being able to do it for a group of children..."
"That guy is pretty good..." Shi Fei muttered vaguely. He whistled and called his mount back. He quickly put on the entire suit of armor, sat on the back of the gray rock lizard, and got into a charging stance.
Yan Hanlu didn't say anything. She just took out another bottle of rotten bone marrow and smeared it thickly on the scimitar.
"Fuck them!" Lu Ji, who was only Wu Tie's waist height, waved a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Fuck them..." Wu Tie grunted in a low voice: "Da Jian, I'll go with you, and you... go to the intersection leading to Wa Valley to ambush. Especially Lu Ji, prepare all the things you have made these days. Whether we can escape or not depends on you."
Shi Fei wanted to say something, but Wu Tie quickly interrupted him: "They can talk to the Six Paths Palace on an equal footing. There may be Life Pond Realm monks in their team."
Shi Fei's face turned pale slightly, and he nodded vigorously: "We will go to meet him... You guys, be careful... If it doesn't work, we will find another opportunity to strike."
Tie Dajian held the heavy sword in both hands, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Even if they are monks in the Life Pond Realm, they cannot break the rules of the Six Paths Palace... They, and the scum of the Six Paths Palace who colluded with them, they all deserve to die..."
Tie Dajian didn't know that this matter had been approved by the Lord of Liudao Palace. He thought it was just Li Suo's conspiracy.
Shi Fei and others followed the route given by Tie Dajian and quickly rushed towards the only way to Wa Valley.
Wu Tie patted the witch on the little head, holding a spear, and strode towards the Piao Ling Theater Troupe's station.
He sang in a low voice the ancient war song of Qi Yue Wu Yi, sharing the same enemy with his son. A fierce murderous intention lingered in his body, brewing, accumulating, becoming stronger and stronger.
With every step he took, the murderous intention in his heart grew stronger.
With every step, the white tiger crack in his hand became paler.
With every step he took, the wind swirling around him became colder and colder.
The station of the Piao Ling Troupe was only more than two miles away from Dalong City. Wu Tie took a step of more than ten meters. He strode from the other side of Dalong City to the station, and it only took him a cup of tea.
The iron sword was like a big mountain, following Wu Tie closely. Every step he took left half a foot deep footprints on the ground, no more, no less.
"Feast!" The bearded man in golden armor raised his big sword. He glanced at the demon king with worry, whose skin became colorful and his whole body was soft on the ground. Finally, he gave the order for the whole army to celebrate and have a feast. .
After so many years, there is finally a result, and the tense nerves of the soldiers should relax.
The Demon Chapter King was curled up on the ground, as soft as if all the bones in his body had been broken.
He suddenly whispered: "I always thought that I could survive as long as I escaped... I never had the courage to do anything because I was afraid of death, because I didn't dare to fight you all..."
"But I was wrong."
"In this damn world, sometimes if you don't fight, you will die more miserably... and more people will be affected."
"If there must be a distinction between life and death, why can't it be you who die?"
The Demon Chapter King suddenly opened his mouth, and with a coo, a thick black-red smoke came out of his mouth.
The thick smoke rolled rapidly and spread to the entire camp, covering more than 3,000 soldiers and more than a hundred mages.