Liu Fuguang said happily: "Everyone has left!"
Yan Huan couldn't understand this kind of happiness, but when he saw Liu Fuguang happy, he felt relieved.
"It's a very good method," he said. "It's equivalent to salvation."
"A stupid way," Liu Fuguang shook his head, "but it's practical enough. Without people, there is no country. Seventeen cities, one by one, will be taken away. All the souls will be scattered. I really want to see what the Holy Sect can still use to rule."
He put away the jade rod and took down the pearl. Looking around the vast and silent city, Liu Fuguang relaxed his guard a little because of his soul-control. He turned his head and said casually, "It's strange that there are no auxiliary guards here to cause trouble..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark and winding black light suddenly flashed within the range covered by his spiritual consciousness, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, it carefully chose a ruthless and tricky angle and bit him in the mouth!
Language is the channel and bridge for all living things to communicate with the gods and spirits of heaven and earth, so the words spoken are both curses and spirits. The old saying "Misfortune comes from the mouth" refers to this kind of thing.
Those shadow-like deadly auxiliary chief guards were not absent, they just lurked in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to ambush. As a result, not only did Yan Huan protect them perfectly, but they could not find any flaws that would save them from dying in vain. When the jade bells rang and the ballads floated with the light of the pearls, even most of the poisonous insects in their bodies were dissolved - there were actually batches of auxiliary chief guards who were dispersed by the song.
The remaining bronze-faced monks needed to act even more cautiously. It was not until Liu Fuguang spoke carelessly that the Holy Sect's lackeys finally found the opportunity to take action due to the omission of words.
The loud sound of thunder and metal colliding! Yan Huan did not change back to human form, but still in dragon form. In an instant, he had completely encircled Liu Fu, like a dark and vicious giant egg. Countless tentacles surged, and thousands of deformed and grotesque blades burst out on the "egg surface".
There was no more brutal meat grinder than this. The auxiliary guards rushed over like a tide, and also died tragically on the spot like a tide. Black and purple blood and flesh splashed, and then condensed on the ground into gurgling poisonous water.
The cultivators in the human world let out a violent scream that was not like a human voice. In the blink of an eye, all the limbs, flesh, and melted poisonous water were sucked into Yan Huan's dozens of sharp teeth and swallowed up like streams.
The Dragon God slowly turned his body. Apart from the strong bitter smell in the air, the collapsed houses around him, and the crushed and wet bluestone floor, Liu Fuguang could not see any other clues.
"You killed them," Liu Fuguang sighed slightly, "I was negligent."
Although he slaughtered the assistant chief guards who followed him, Yan Huan still couldn't vent his anger. In his opinion, the so-called Holy Sect sent servants to hunt him down again and again, and used the cheap lives of mortals to make Liu Fuguang suffer and unable to live in peace. This had greatly touched his lifeline - it was even like singing and dancing with his bottom line, and jumping rope here. How could he not hate and want to take revenge
Liu Fuguang had an idea. With all the venom in his stomach boiling, he came up with an idea.
"This is not an oversight," Yan Huan laughed, "Everyone makes mistakes..."