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Three prison vans were driving through the streets of Jingcheng.

Squeak! ! !

Suddenly, Dongying was awakened by the noise of the carriage. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the houses moving around him.

Dongying suddenly looked at the snow horse pulling the prison cart behind and was frightened by the snow horse's face. He took a few quick breaths and then calmed down.

At this time, Dongying completely recovered and looked at the surrounding environment, and found that he was still in the prison van.

Afterwards, Dong Ying wanted to condense the mysterious energy in his hands and attack the prison van, but he found that his fist was like hitting iron.

At this time, a middle-aged man who was speaking out for Dongying came over.

Dongying looked at the two panda eyes on his face. He was wearing a white prison uniform and his shoes had been taken off.

The middle-aged man introduced, "My name is Wangzhe. Don't waste your energy. The wood of this prisoner car is forbidden Han wood. Han wood can isolate Xuan Qi. Now there is no Xuan Qi around that cannot be felt."

Dongying heard this, immediately sighed and sat down.

At this time, Dongying asked the king, "I'm really sorry that you were caught because of me."

"It's okay. I believe this phenomenon is only temporary. Sooner or later, everyone will realize that being indifferent to others is actually being indifferent to oneself."

Only then did Dongying notice that he was also wearing white prisoner clothes.

At this time, everyone around cast strange eyes towards Dongying.

The king came to Dong Ying's side and whispered to him, "The highest level of these people is at the ninth level of the Mortal Profound Realm, but they were still captured. We should be careful."

At this time, Dongying inadvertently raised his head and looked at a big man at the end of the carriage. There were many knife scars on his fat and big-eared body. Dongying wondered if such a man could also be arrested as a traitor or a spy?

The huge monster with a ferocious expression at the end of the prison van looked at Dong Ying and then shouted fiercely.

"Come and serve me, newcomer."

At this time, Dongying only saw the burly, fat and big-eared man holding a skinny boy in his left hand, and the man was holding another skinny boy. Dongying only felt disgusted and did not respond to him.

"You're new here and don't know the rules, right? Then we'll teach you what the rules are."

Then, the fat and big-eared man immediately waved his hand, and the surrounding prisoners surrounded Dongying and put him underground.

At this time, Dongying kept struggling, twisting his body to try to break free from their restraints, and roaring angrily.

"Go away!"

At the edge of the prison van, a rather sturdy man walked up, muttering with an evil smile on his face.

"Wow! I didn't realize this new guy has quite a bit of backbone."

At this time, the king also came out, and then used his weak body to persuade both sides.

As a result, Wang and Dongying were both beaten up by a group of younger brothers.

Half an hour later, Dongying and Wangzhe both smiled bitterly at each other's panda eyes.

After several more hours of travel, they arrived at the execution site in the wilderness outside the city.

The prison van that Dongying and the others were in suddenly stopped, and then several disciples from the Chang'an Xianzong opened the prison door and escorted them down.

Walking towards the beheading stage, not long after getting off the prison van, Dongying saw Xiaoxue's body on the third prison van.

The Chang'an Xianzong also captured the dying people and put them in another prison car to serve as the number of people. After all, when the superiors handed out money, they wanted the corpses.

Therefore, no matter whether the people of Chang'an Xianzong were dead or alive, they were arrested. In the end, Chang'an Xianzong only wanted cold numbers.

Soon, all the prisoners on the two prison cars in front were pushed down and walked forward in a row. The prisoners had different expressions, some had no expression on their faces, some had eyes full of fear and despair, and some looked confused.

At this time, Dong Ying in the crowd looked at the first person at the front of the team, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. That person was the former patriarch of the Wang family in Hua Town.

The moment he saw Wang Tianhuo, Dong Ying felt a sense of familiarity, but then he wondered why Wang Tianhuo was here? Shouldn't he be in Hua Town? However, when he realized the shackles on Wang Tianhuo and the surrounding environment, he understood everything. The Wang family in Hua Town also became a victim of this power struggle.

Even though Wang Tianhuo's strength has reached the ethereal realm, he still dares not resist easily when facing such a powerful enemy.

He knew very well that his power was insignificant and he could not fight against the entire Chang'an Xianzong. Moreover, he had to consider the safety of his family and friends. If he acted rashly, it might bring them greater disaster.

Dongying and his group were dragged to the execution ground one by one. The execution ground was filled with a bloody smell that made people shudder.

Soon, Wang Tianhuo no longer had the arrogance he had in Huazhen. He was a clan leader, but in his last moments, he looked so lonely and helpless, and no familiar people or servants came to see him off.

His messy, lifeless hair fluttered in the wind, as if telling of his ill-fated fate.

In the end, his head was ruthlessly chopped off by Chang'an Xianzong and others. The head rolled in the air and fell to the ground, with his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

This thrilling scene made everyone present deeply feel the approach of death, and the atmosphere of the whole scene became increasingly tense.

At the same time, there was a gentle man in a gray robe below, holding a small notebook and a pen and drawing there. Every time he killed a person, he made a check mark and then repeated the cold words.

"Reward: one black stone."

"Reward: one black stone."

As time went on, more and more prisoners were executed, their heads rolled all over the ground, and their blood dyed the ground red.

Dongying's feet were locked with long chains, and his hands were also locked with huge bracelets. He was carried forward by the crowd, and the friction between the chains and the ground made a squeaking sound.

Dongying stepped onto the stage that belongs to them and it can only be their stage.

The King was assigned to the third position at the end of the crowd, and was lucky enough to have a chance to win.

Soon it was the turn of the man in front of Dongying. This man did not want to accept his fate. He kept waving his arms and legs, and rolling his body towards the back of the crowd.

"Can't see me, can't see..."

The disciple of Chang'an Xianzong on the stage closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and sighed, then, as if he had made up his mind, he took slow steps and walked slowly towards the direction of the caterpillar.

However, before he had taken a few steps, he was roughly grabbed and dragged back by two soldiers. The man's face was extremely distorted by fear, and his eyes revealed despair and helplessness. He kept crying and shouting while being dragged towards the big knife.

“It’s unfair…”

As he cried, big tears rolled down his eyes, mixed with snot and flowed down, looking very miserable.

At this moment, the ruthless sword swung down and chopped off his head. Then, the gray-robed man below looked at the scene indifferently, stretched out his hand and scribbled on the small notebook in his hand, saying: "Reward, one black stone."

Dong Ying, who witnessed all this, knew that it was his turn next. He took a deep breath, walked calmly under the sword, and faced the upcoming fate calmly.

At the same time, the broadsword began to rise slowly, and the gray-robed man below was ready to record it.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded: "How dare you arrest even our people."