Please stop imagining things, I'm such a good person

The sky is exceptionally gloomy tonight, dark clouds block the moonlight, and darkness shrouds the earth.

In a manor more than 20 miles outside Shengdu City, figures kept walking out of the secret passage.

The team of hundreds of people was silent, and the direct descendants of each family didn't know what had happened.

In order to avoid complications, the heads of each family simply told them that they needed to do something big that would benefit the family.

Fang Mo looked towards Shengdu. Perhaps he would not return to Shengdu in the next ten, twenty years, or even in this lifetime.

Kong Dongliu shouted in a low voice, "Don't stay any longer, leave immediately!"

Fang Mo withdrew his gaze, jumped on his horse, and now that he had made the decision, he had no choice but to stick to it.

"shelf!"

Hundreds of riders quickly moved away under the cover of night.

......

In Shengdu, the door of Yuzu Pavilion was closed.

Ever since Chouyan received the Swallow Mark, Yuzu Pavilion has been closed.

Chouyan was sleeping with her eyes closed, snoring softly.

A figure appeared in the room like a ghost.

The man was dressed in black, wearing a veil, and had a swallow tattooed on his exposed forehead. (Tattoo)

Although the word "demigod" has the word "half" in it, he is still a god. Such a person is extraordinary, so how could anyone get close to him without noticing?

But at this moment, Chou Yan was still sleeping and did not notice that there was an extra person in his room.

The assassin from the Swallow Gate drew out his dagger, walked quickly to Chou Yan, and then slashed with the knife.

After a muffled sound, a large amount of blood splattered and Chouyan's head rolled off the bed.

Suddenly, the head that fell to the floor suddenly opened its eyes.

The next second, the headless body moved on its own and kicked the assassin.

"Bang~"

The assassin seemed to have anticipated this. He put his arms in front of his chest to block the attack, then retreated lightly.

Although Chouyan had lost his head, his body was not dead yet, but the blood had stopped splattering.

He stretched out his arms, picked up the head from the ground, and reattached it to the skull.

There was a surge of flesh, and the head and neck were reconnected.

"Swallow...Swallow...Gate!"

Chou Yan had a solemn expression. If it weren't for the extremely strong vitality of a third-level warrior, he would have been dead if it were any other system.

The Yanzimen assassin said calmly, "A third-level warrior can regenerate a broken limb, but do you have that much blood and energy?"

Chou Yan clenched his fist and punched the assassin. The terrifying wind from his punch even created a sonic boom.

But the assassin didn't care at all and let Chouyan's fist attack him without making any move.

It was not until the huge fist was about to hit his face that the assassin said calmly, "Finish!"

Chou Yan's body stiffened, and he became like a bug caught in a spider web, unable to move.

Chou Yan's face turned red, his blood boiled, his skin turned blood red, and above his head, bloody smoke rose slowly.

"what?"

The assassin exclaimed in surprise, "This blood and energy is really good for health. After I kill you, I can take it away to make an elixir."

At this moment, the assassin swung his dagger and Chouyan's head fell to the ground again.

The head rolled off, but Chouyan's body still stood there.

There was obvious anxiety on Chouyan's face. If the head could not be put back in place for a long time, he would really die.

But what made him despair was that no matter how he struggled, his body could not move at all.

He had never seen such a method before.

At this moment, a powerful sword energy slashed towards the assassin.

"Broken Nine Styles?"

The assassin was frightened and immediately took out a small tower to block himself.

"Dang~"

The sword energy slashed on the small tower, directly chopping it away, and then continued to move forward and slashed the assassin.

This domineering sword strike split the entire Yuzu Pavilion in two. The assassin fell on the street with a drastic change of expression.

"Shisan Niang! You are looking for death!"

"I'm not looking for death, it's you who should die!"

Shisan Niang's fierce voice came from the darkness.

Without the assassin's grip, Chou Yan immediately picked up the head and put it on his neck, then quickly stood in front of Shisan Niang and looked at the assassin vigilantly.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

A loud shout came from mid-air, and along with it came a giant golden hand that covered the sky and the sun.

Shengdu was sealed off, and the royal priests were keeping an eye on the entire city.

The assassin had set up a formation outside the Yuzu Pavilion, but it was now broken by the sword energy.

Such a big commotion naturally could not be hidden from the worshiper.

A cold light flashed in the assassin's eyes, and as he raised his hand, a red light blasted towards Shisan Niang like thunder.

The red light was extremely fast and before Chou Yan could react, it had already arrived in front of him.

Chou Yan subconsciously wanted to hide, but behind him was Shisan Niang who had lost all her cultivation. He didn't dare to hide, and he couldn't hide!

The red light bombarded Chouyan, but it had no power at all.

Chou Yan was stunned for a moment, then he felt pain all over his body, black blood oozed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ugly Swallow!"

Shisan Niang screamed and immediately turned over the fallen Chouyan.

When she saw Chouyan's face and the black blood that kept flowing out, Shisan Niang's face changed drastically.

After launching the attack, the assassin soared into the sky without even looking.

If he delays any longer, he will have to stay here.

"How dare you! How dare you hurt someone right under my nose!"

Wu Xundao shouted loudly and slapped the assassin with his golden hand.

"Boom~"

A loud explosion resounded throughout the entire Shengdu.

The huge impact force blew off the roof of the building below.

The golden hand shattered, and the price the assassin paid was... an arm!

That's right, the assassin didn't hesitate for even a second. He directly tore off his own arm and activated a secret method to detonate it, which is why it was so powerful.

Wu Xundao snorted coldly and pointed his finger downwards. In an instant, a layer of white mist enveloped most of Shengdu.

Then he pointed a finger at the assassin who was desperately fleeing.

The assassin suddenly felt his body lighten. Looking back, he found himself falling from mid-air.

Now he is just a disembodied spirit.

Wu Xundao opened his mouth and a light golden figure emerged from his mouth.

Taoist second level! Yin God!

Wu Xundao's original soul appeared in front of the assassin in the blink of an eye and grabbed him.

"Ah~"

A faint sigh was heard, and a crack appeared in the air. An inky black hand stretched out from it and suddenly appeared in front of Wu Xundao.

What kind of hand was that... It was filled with resentment, anger, sorrow, and fear, as if all the chaos in the world had gathered there.

Wu Xundao's face changed slightly. His Yin Spirit had left his body at this moment, and he would definitely suffer a loss if he confronted him head-on.

But if you avoid...

Wu Xundao made a hand gesture with one hand, and a majestic door that reached from heaven to earth appeared faintly above his Yin Spirit.

The door slowly opened, and Wu Xundao's momentum became stronger and stronger.

"Tianmen? It would be fine if you were a first-level Yang God, but you are still a little short of the mark now!"

The mysterious man said something, and then slapped Wu Xundao's soul with a palm as fast as lightning.

Wu Xundao's colorless Yin Spirit immediately turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Extreme resentment filled his heart.

Wu Xundao did not dare to delay. He suppressed the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart and quickly returned to his body.

"Pfft~"

The Yin Spirit returned to its place, and Wu Xundao spat out a mouthful of black blood. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to clear the resentment in his soul.

The black hand grabbed the assassin's soul and retreated back into the crack.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to take care of his body, it’s just that a strong man is coming soon.

The next second after the black palm disappeared, a blazing figure like the sun appeared in the air.

The man glanced at Wu Xundao, snorted coldly, and immediately tore open a crack in space and chased in.