After being stunned for a while, the people around looked at Han Yu, and they all became playful. No one was angry because Han Yu made Old Eighteen make a fool of himself, but looked at Han Yu with gloating and pitying eyes.
"Little brother, hurry up and get out of here, hurry up!" the old man said anxiously, his voice trembling.
"Who are these people?" Han Yu asked indifferently.
"You don't even know them?" The old man said in astonishment: "They are the famous eighteen Qiutian cavalry, these nine are the silver nine cavalry, and the golden nine cavalry have not come."
"What's the origin of Qiutian Eighteen Riders?" Han Yu asked.
The old man looked at Han Yu strangely and wondered if this man had just come out of the old forest in the deep mountains, and said, "The Eighteen Horsemen of Zhoutian are from Zhoutian Territory. They are famous all over the world for their cruelty and iron blood. There are countless people, and since they debuted, they have never failed. If you offend them today, they will never give up. Listen to my advice, hurry up, the sooner the better, the farther the better, never meet them again."
After the old man finished speaking, he was the first to leave, and he simply ran away.
Although he didn't offend the eighteen Qiu Tian, but he stood with Han Yu for fear of being hated by the eighteen Qiu Tian. At this time, the old man felt extremely regretful, knowing that he would not pull Han Yu just now.
Han Yu saw the old man disappear after a few flashes, and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile. The others were far away from Han Yu, for fear of being implicated by Han Yu.
"Qiutian Eighteen Riders?" Han Yu smiled lightly and walked into Happy City.
"Damn it, did this kid get kicked in the head by a donkey, and Qiu Tian Shiba is inside, is he going to go in and find death?"
"Judging from what he said just now, he should be a fledgling. It's pitiful that he provokes people he shouldn't provoke just after he came out of the mountain, and he deserves to die!"
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Everyone pointed at Han Yu. In their opinion, Han Yu's entry into Xiaoyao City was undoubtedly a death sentence.
Han Yu felt sad for them. Just now, the eighteen Qiutian riders made them have no dignity at all, but they did not dare to say a bad word about the eighteen Qiutian riders, and instead laughed at Han Yu there.
Han Yu didn't bother to compete with these ants, and walked straight into the city.
The street is wide, the ground is solid, there are many buildings on both sides, many doors are opened, but there is no one inside. Han Yu walked into a weapon shop and found the owner of the weapon shop, a middle-aged couple, who died permanently in bed. It seemed that he suddenly died at night.
The two had no injuries at all, no external or internal injuries, the Niwan Palace was empty, and their souls died of silence.
Han Yu went to the next house again, and the death was exactly the same as the couple.
Han Yu checked more than ten corpses one after another and came to a conclusion that these people died in an instant, their souls were wiped out.
Among these people, there are weak people in the realm of Tianwu, and there are strong people in the realm of Wuhuang, but all of them are in this state of death.
"Only saints have the ability to wipe out the souls of millions of people in an instant. But why do saints who are high above attack so many weaklings
Killing millions of living beings overnight is something that hurts the world, as long as it is normal people will not do it.
Han Yu walked into a high-standard herbal medicine workshop. There were a lot of herbs on the display rack, but there was no one. Han Yu's eyes swept over at random, and he saw several precious medicinal herbs, a strange red flower sealed in a transparent box, which made Han Yu frown.
This kind of flower, red as blood, covered with sharp thorns, called "Blood Sees the Soul", is a kind of highly poisonous, if it accidentally touches a cut finger and is stained with blood, it will instantly kill people. If the soul is taken away, even the gods cannot save it.
"Are the souls of the people in this city not being wiped out, but being taken away?" Seeing that the soul was not spent in blood made Han Yu think of another possibility.
"Tian Lao once said that there is a kind of evil demon who specializes in extracting other people's souls for cultivation, which is extremely vicious. "Devil Soul Dafa", one of the three major magic arts with the same name as "Yin Sucking Dafa", is to absorb other people's souls. It’s just that they have long since disappeared in the cultivation world. If someone who really cultivates the Devil Soul Dafa is born, the cultivation world will set off a bloody storm again!” Han Yu sighed inwardly, wrinkling tightly. Brows raised.
Tian Lao also said that because Qi Tianshi's soul is stronger than ordinary people, those who practice "Devil Soul Dafa" will find people from the Qitian lineage to start, and it can be said that they are the mortal enemies of the Qitian lineage.
"It seems that we have to rush to the Wind Clan as soon as possible to prepare them." Han Yu turned and left.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in from outside the door, blocking Han Yu's way, it was the old eighteen of the eighteen cavalry of Qiutian.
"You are so courageous, how dare you come to steal the treasures of my Holy Land!" The corner of Lao Shiba's mouth slanted, with a cold look.
"It's really stingy to open such a small medicinal herb shop in the dignified Holy Land!" Han Yu said coldly, rather ironically.
He didn't think that the medicinal herb shop was the property of the Holy Land, and the other party obviously wanted to find a reason to attack him.
"Dare to insult my Holy Land, you are courting death!" The old eighteen was furious, and the long spear in his hand stabbed suddenly, and suddenly rushed out from his arm, turning into a giant python wrapped around the long spear, letting the The power of the spear instantly soared.
"boom!"
The void in front of Han Yu couldn't bear the terrifying pressure of the spear, so it exploded directly, causing a thunderstorm on the ground. A terrifying air wave swept in, like a wind knife, smashing Han Yu into pieces.
However, when they reached Han Yu one meter away, those wind knives were quietly resolved. However, the spear pierced Huanglong and stabbed Han Yu in the chest.
Just the chilling aura and the sage's coercion is enough to make countless people shudder. However, Han Yu didn't change his face, he stuck out his right hand and shot the spear directly.
"It's too much!" Seeing that Han Yu had chosen to take his spear with his bare hands, the old eighteen couldn't help but sneer.
Looking at the world, the person who can take a blow from him with his bare hands has not yet been born.
"boom!"
The palm and the spear collided, and the air wave formed between the two exploded in an instant, slamming fiercely on the two of them.
The old eighteen felt a terrifying force, attacking like a flood, numb his arms, and involuntarily stepped back a few steps under his feet. Every step he took, he had to step on the ground. A huge deep pit came out, and after stepping on it with three feet, the whole room collapsed. The bricks, tiles, beams and other objects were bounced away before they could get close to Han Yu's body. Han Yu stood there, motionless.
"Are you in the middle stage of Martial Saint?" The old eighteen stared at Han Yu in disbelief.
Han Yu looked at the old eighteen indifferently with his hands behind his back, which made the old eighteen even more turbulent. He couldn't imagine how powerful a person could be to take a shot with all his strength so easily.
What he didn't notice was that Han Yu's hand trembled slightly, the weak brilliance on his palm was flowing, and the injury was healing quickly.