Seeing Ning Caichen leaving, Zhiqiu Yiye also left.
There are Tiandao, Mo Lanlin, and Zhushengdao here, so he has basically nothing to do. Moreover, he is more interested in Ning Caichen, the "Zhuge Wolong", than Tiandao, Mo Lanlin, and Zhushengdao.
The day was very long, and Tiandao and Mo Lanlin did not let Xiao Qingfeng stay with them in the villa. So, I took Xiao Qingfeng and walked around outside the villa together.
Xiao Qingfeng was only five years old, Tiandao rarely spoke, and like the animal Dao, he always wore a bamboo hat, covered with black mantle, so his appearance could not be seen. Only Mo Lanlin kept talking to her, so Xiao Qingfeng was closer to Mo Lanlin.
At dusk, as the sun was about to set, the officers and soldiers escorting Fu Tianchou finally arrived at the woods outside Zhengqi Villa.
Fu Tianchou was a loyal minister and good general who was loyal to the monarch of Aolai. The person escorting him was a Qianhu named Zuo, who took good care of Fu Tianqiu, but the shackles and prison van were indispensable.
Fu Yuechi and a dozen soldiers, who had been waiting in the woods for a long time, finally couldn't bear it when they saw Fu Tianchou. They had already set up traps in the woods, and several thick wooden stakes flew out from the woods and threw them at the officers and soldiers.
A soldier shouted, "There's an ambush!"
The other party has dozens of people, several times their number, so they can only rely on mechanisms to consume some of the other party's people first. Although Tiandao said that he would help them, it was only when necessary. Fu Yuechi could not rely entirely on Tiandao.
Several soldiers were unable to dodge and were knocked away by wooden stakes, vomiting blood and died. Immediately afterwards, two more wooden rafts fell from the trees on both sides. The sharp wooden thorns would cause death or injury if they were touched.
"Don't panic, stay calm!" Zuo Qianhu finally calmed the frightened horse and said loudly.
Zuo Qianhu held a long knife, looked around, and found the hiding place of Fu Yuechi and others. He raised the long knife and said loudly, "Kill those bandits with me."
The traps set up by Fu Yuechi and others killed more than a dozen soldiers, and more than a dozen others were injured to varying degrees. The strength of both sides was instantly drawn closer.
Nowadays, wars are raging and wars are rising everywhere. Aolai Kingdom really does not have that many troops to escort Fu Tianchou. He never thought that someone would dare to hijack the prison car within the borders of Aolai Country.
"Yuechi!" Fu Tianchou saw the leader, Fu Yuechi, with worry on his face.
Those ordinary soldiers couldn't resist Fu Yuechi's side. The dozen or so experienced soldiers were quickly killed and fled in panic, leaving behind their armor. But that Zuo Qianhu had the strength of the early stage of refining Qi and becoming a god, which was a gap that Fu Yuechi and the dozen or so soldiers could not cross.
Seeing that Fu Yuechi was about to be killed by Zuo Qianhu, when Fu Yuechi thought he was dead and closed his eyes, a dozen pieces of paper as white as snow fluttered in front of Fu Yuechi, forming a shield.
"Dance of Shizhi·Shield!" Mo Lanlin flew in mid-air, her white wings waving behind her, her hands like white jade with seals, and her alluring face revealed spotless holiness, like Like a holy angel, he descended into the world and looked down at all living beings.
The sword energy wielded by Zuo Qianhu was unable to damage Mo Lanlin's paper shield at all. Seeing this, Zuo Qianhu was very afraid, and he couldn't see Mo Lanlin's cultivation. In other words, Mo Lanlin's cultivation level is much higher than him.
However, Zuo Qianhu also had something to rely on, and he said in a stern voice, "Who are you? How dare you collude with these bandits and attempt to rob the imperial court's important criminals! Aren't you afraid of the sanctions of the Holy Ji Sect?"
Zuo Qianhu knew that there was an unwritten rule in the world of immortality cultivators. Immortal cultivators were not allowed to participate in or interfere with the government affairs of the secular court. But when the world of immortality is in chaos, such rules are simply useless. Therefore, he could only hope that in the name of "Holy Saint Sect", he could make the other party retreat in spite of difficulties.
"Holy Saint Sect?" Mo Lanlin seemed to have heard the words she hated the most. She loves Wujiwu, but also hates Wujiwu. Mo Lanlin has no good feelings at all towards the Shengji Sect who hurt Ji Shaoyu so deeply.
Mo Lanlin opened her lips lightly and asked, "What is your relationship with the Shengji Sect?"
"Outer disciple of Shengji Sect!" Zuo Qianhu said proudly.
If an outer disciple of the Holy Supreme Sect cannot pass the test of becoming an inner disciple, then he will never be considered a true disciple of the Holy Supreme Sect. Although they retain their status as outer disciples of the Holy Ji Sect to the outside world, they will not be recognized in the eyes of the Holy Ji Sect disciples.
The one who responded to Zuo Qianhu was Mo Lanlin's paper shuriken. Its power and shape were similar to ordinary shurikens.
Zuo Qianhu has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his reactions are very sensitive. He dodged left and right, and swung his long knife. He dodged or knocked away Mo Lanlin's paper shuriken.
"You..." Zuo Qianhu couldn't believe that there were still people in Nanzhan Buzhou who dared not to care about the Holy Ji Sect and didn't care about the Holy Ji Sect so much.
"The power of ants!" Mo Lanlin said without any expression, and she didn't know whether she was talking about Zuo Qianhu or the Shengji Sect.
Mo Lanlin raised her slender right hand and pointed at Zuo Qianhu, "Dance of Shiki Paper·Paper Prison!"
Dozens of pieces of white paper fluttering around Mo Lanlin rushed towards Zuo Qianhu.
Zuo Qianhu wanted to escape, but was caught up by Zhi Zhi in the blink of an eye. I wanted to dodge, but the paper was like a gangrene attached to my bones. He wanted to fight back, but the papers were so light and flexible that they couldn't be hit at all.
In Zuo Qianhu's frightened eyes, a large amount of paper bound his body, making him unable to breathe. The paper gradually tightened, as if all the bones in his body were being crushed.
As Mo Lanlin's five fingers clenched together like peeling onions, blood spattered everywhere, dyeing the white paper red.
The dozen or so soldiers looked at Mo Lanlin in horror, and even Fu Yuechi was still frightened. Such a way of death was extremely horrific. I didn't expect that such a beautiful girl would kill people without mercy at all.
Mo Lanlin doesn't like killing people, but if it is Ji Shaoyu's enemy, no matter who the opponent is, Mo Lanlin will not be the least bit merciful.
"Take him with you and you can go." Mo Lanlin said to Fu Yuechi.
Fu Tianchou had been released by the soldiers at this time. He had never seen any big storms. He just felt a little sorry for Zuo Qianhu's death, after all, Zuo Qianhu took good care of him. Other than that, no ideas.
With the support of two soldiers, Fu Tianchou knelt down to Mo Lanlin, "Thank you, God, for your life-saving grace!"
Although Fu Tianchou was loyal to the court, he also hoped to remain useful and serve the court, and he did not want the monarch of Aolai to be deceived by a treacherous minister.
"it's getting dark!"
Mo Lanlin said something to Fu Yuechi and flew back to the villa. Fu Yuechi would understand what she meant. (To be continued.)