"If you don't answer, I will assume that you have made a mistake. Now I will ask you one and answer one question wrong. I'm sorry, pay attention to it in the next life."

Zhou Jian just said lightly, but the twelve trumpets were as if struck by lightning, and their faces turned pale!

"You dream!!"

"I, the Dunhuang church members, will never surrender!" A trumpet was deeply poisoned and roared at this moment.

Zhou Jian's eyes cold, and he was worried that such a roar would attract other speakers, so he would not be able to explore the way.

Puff!!

He drew his sword so quickly that it was shocking. He raised his sword and fell. As a squirting blood splattered, the horn's body separated without even screaming.

The loudspeakers were shocked and trembled and retreated at the same time.

At this moment, the sky gradually darkened, the fiery red dusk was fading, and a group of crows were entrenching in the sky, making the place even more dangerous.

"My temper is not very good, so you'd better be quiet." Zhou Jian held a blood-dropping knife in his hand, his tall figure was like a man slaughtering, and his eyes would not blink.

The remaining trumpet was humiliated, angry, and extremely frightened.

"You, don't do anything randomly, what do you want to know?" The leader's trumpet couldn't stop trembling because the knife was closest to him.

"First, who is in charge of the Dunhuang Grottoes now? Who is in charge?" Zhou Jian narrowed his eyes. Since there were already many loudspeakers patrolling here, it means that the Dunhuang Grottoes had already started to deploy defenses after the first city was destroyed.

The trumpet trembled, gritted his teeth, and was unwilling to betray Dunhuang.

"Sir, don't say much to him. Let me peel his skin first and see how hard his mouth is!" Yang Wei rolled up his sleeves, and there was a sense of ruthlessness on his wretched face.

The trumpet was so scared that he was scattered and shouted anxiously: "I said, I said it!!"

"Dunhuang Grottoes, the grottoes are now made by..."

Seeing that he spoke, many blue sky guards were delighted.

"It's because..." The speaker kept stuttering, intermittently, his eyes flashed violently, as if he was very scared and he never said it.

Zhou Jian's sense of sensory smell was terrifying, and a hint of alert flashed across his eyes.

Sure enough!

The trumpet suddenly changed its face and showed a ferocious look: "Go to die!"

He rushed up and started a sudden attack. Not only him, but also ten loudspeakers resisted almost at the same time. It was very fierce. As expected, the closer they got to Dunhuang, the harder it was to suppress the church members and believers.

"Looking for death!" Zhou Jian shouted softly, reacted quickly, and took the knife and swept it as fast as lightning.

puff......

With a muffled groan, the trumpet leader hit the ground with his knees, and a blood line appeared on his neck. His facial features were frozen, covered with a painful look. He quickly fell down and a large pool of blood flowed out.

The other horns suddenly started attacking, and all failed and were captured by Qingtian Xian.

But they all had fierce eyes and struggled continuously. Seeing that they could not resist, their eyes turned red and suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, long live Dunhuang, and their voice was huge.

Zhou Jian suddenly realized something and exclaimed: "Stop them!"

The Qingtianwei was shocked and was about to take action, but the speakers all bite the poison hidden in the back alveolar.

"Spout!"

"Let go!" Qingtianwei shouted and tried hard to break their jaws, but the group of horns were eager to die, and they could not stop them at all. With just a few breaths, their facial features began to twitch, and a large amount of blood was spitting out of their mouths, and they died suddenly on the spot!

In the blink of an eye, all of them died.
Chapter completed!