Chapter 833: Disaster of the Imperial Capital 3

The red shadow was like entering a state of no one, and no one could see clearly what this was. When the Jindan monk saw that it was a person, the foundation-building monk had no information at all.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The red shadow rushed into the middle of everyone, and a circle of dark red light burst out like a wave with a sound. The light was extremely sharp. With the sound of puffing, the surrounding walls were directly cut flat by the light, tightly sewn, and there was no gap at all.

Amid the screams, none of the foundation-building monks were spared, only one Golden Pill monk was left.

At this time, the Jindan monk was trembling all over, because in front of him, a blood-red figure stood opposite him, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at him calmly.

"The person who died at Qingyang Sect at my hands, start with you!"

"Who are you?"

In horror, he trembled and opened his mouth, and at the same time took out a fork-like weapon, and suddenly killed the red shadow.

"die!"

And what he saw was still as calm as water. The monk's right fingers were a little far away from his eyebrows. A red light shot into his eyebrows when he was shocked.

puff……

The red light passed through his head and penetrated deeply into the wall behind him.

In fear, the golden elixir broke out of his body and wanted to escape, but just as the golden elixir appeared, Hongying seemed to be ready, and pointed it into a sword again. With a wave of his hand, a sharp sword light came out from his fingers and hit the golden elixir hard.

Puff...

The hard golden elixir was completely shattered, and before a desperate scream could be heard, he was completely cultivator.

He killed many people from the Qingyang Sect, but Jindan monks were the first, but they were not as powerful as they thought.

“Too weak?”

He frowned, as if he felt that the golden elixir should not be so ordinary.

"Um?"

He frowned and noticed something, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Whoosh...

Two figures descended, Jindan monk. Everything in front of them shocked them. After so many years of creation, I have never seen anything before, but why did the scene in front of them still make them feel nauseous, and they felt an inexplicable fear. Who could kill so many people in just a few breaths, and there was also a Jindan monk.

"It's late!"

"The technique is so cruel and clean and neat, and it is of great importance and must be reflected."

"The Qingyangmen must be notified immediately about this matter, otherwise they will use this as an excuse again."

"Hmph, even if you die..."

"Be careful!"

...

On this night, several forces made a statement and searched for ferocious beasts all over their bodies, but no one knew what the murderer looked like, what weapons he used, and what skills he used. He was just pretending. After all, Qingyang Sect's thighs still had to be held.

The next day.

"It is said that the people from Qingyang Sect were killed yesterday?"

This is a topic that people often talk about after a meal.

"It's true that I have a brother who works as a job, and I told you a lot of news."

"Really? Feeling to say it."

"Well... I'm sure, it's just this tea money?"

"Bitch, say it quickly, I'll treat it!"

This is the life of ordinary people. Jingjing is happy to talk about what happens in the world. Every little thing is so mysterious.

"Probably that's it..."

Well, the story gradually increased to Xu Duo version. After all, after so many people interpreted it, I thought that many elements were added, so it became more and more outrageous.

However, they all use one common feature, the murderer is very cruel.

There were not many complete bodies at the scene.

This is the focus of everyone's description. Of course, in order to highlight the sense of the story, some people are like seeing the battle on the battlefield, and the details of the battle are also described.

And this morning, when everyone was still inquiring about the murder of Qingyang Gate yesterday, something big happened again in the imperial capital.

The emperors all had seven major forces, commonly known as the Three Villages and Four Palaces.

As one of the four prefectures, the Guardian Mansion is a pillar of the times. Each generation holds a high position in the empire. For this reason, there is a single hereditary back cover in the capital, which is within a radius of fifty miles, and the mansion is built.

The greeting mansion is imposing. The main entrance is a large surface of the imperial capital. The tall door wall is already a small town, with high vigilance. In this place, few people dare to do anything randomly.

At this moment, the crime has attracted countless people to watch.

"Stop, don't you know where this is?"

The eight foundation-building monks guarding the gate stopped a monk who looked strange and to be precise, he could tell at first glance that there was a questioning monk.

Red hair, red eyes, red clothes, red hair, sharp red eyes, fluttering red clothes, and walked straight towards the gate of the Wen Mansion.

It would be strange if such a person is not stopped.

"This is asking home!"

Needless to say, this person is naturally Yang Lingtian. At this time, he asked a question very normally, but he scolded him for answering his knowledge.

"I know, don't get out?"

Hearing this scolding Yang Chen smiled slightly;

"I'm looking for someone in charge here."

"Did you make an appointment? Sign up for your name!"

"No!"

"If you don't have it, just feel like getting out!"

Every word of anger is told to get out.

"I'm really worried!"

"Hmph, there are so many people who want to come to ask the house every day. That one doesn't say he has something to do. Get out, Miss is not what you should fantasize about!"

What's the matter with the eldest lady? But it doesn't matter. I'm not visiting or visiting. I'm going to do it if I want to do it.

He looked up slightly at the huge door, looked at the big words on the horizontal plaque, greeting the mansion, Yang Chen whispered;

"This thing is so annoying!"

Seeing that Yang Lingtian had no intention of leaving, he gave a look at his younger brother. The younger brother understood and strode forward, putting a knife on his neck.

"Get out, or die?"

This is the style of everyone, and it can be regarded as being polite first and then being soldier.

"Since you have drawn your sword, you'll be blocking life and death, but you're very lucky today!"
Chapter completed!