Sun Biao cut off the breathing stones on Lin Heng's hands and feet.
"The old immortal is still alive?" the beggar said jokingly.
"You can't die at all, I didn't even recruit anyone!" Sun Biao replied.
After speaking, Lin Heng twisted his wrists, and his hands were wrapped in white Kun Qi.
"Kunli. Dimarsh!"
The soil under the feet of the stinging man below the stage became very sticky, and surged clockwise in a whirlpool shape. The stinging man's body sank little by little, as if thousands of tentacles were constantly pulling his legs down.
Stinging Man looked back and saw that Lin Heng had already broken free from the breathing stone. He secretly thought something bad and wanted to turn around and kill, but found that he could no longer extricate himself.
"Kunli. Flying Stone!"
A huge piece of earth and stone appeared out of thin air, pressing heavily on the stinging man's back.
Stinging people accelerate their sinking.
When the people saw the changes in the land, they got out of the way one after another and watched the stinger sink little by little.
In an instant, the soil had reached the stinging man's shoulders. The stinging man struggled desperately to escape, but was unable to save himself.
"It's your turn." Lin Heng looked at Sun Biao, who understood.
The Kun Qi of the pig-killing knife in the hand transformed into shape, and the Kun Qi on the blade transformed into small blades that constantly rubbed against the air.
"Fire Land Jin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Biao slashed with his sword, and Kun Qi flew straight out wrapped in flames. The fire wrapped around the stinging person, and the heat wave was unstoppable.
The mud on the ground gradually dried up and cracked, the water in the soil evaporated, the surface became very hard under the blazing fire, and the stingers were fixed in the ground.
"The rest will be left to you!" Lin Heng said to the people in the audience.
People raised their arms and shouted, arousing their weapons to approach the helpless stinger, venting their anger on his extremely ugly head.
The two people on the stage looked at each other and laughed.
"Okay, I have saved you, the centurion, what are your plans? Come with me, or..." Sun Biao asked.
"What? I haven't seen you for several years. Where have you been to be cool?" Lin Heng asked.
"Follow the second prince." Sun Biao replied.
Lin Heng's pupils dilated, and shock appeared on his originally calm face.
"What?! The second prince is still alive?!" Lin Heng said tremblingly, his face no longer calm but filled with surprise.
Sun Biao looked at Lin Heng's shock and couldn't help but find it funny, "When did he die?"
"Are you going to follow me or not? You'll know when you get there." Sun Biao said impatiently.
"I'll go with you."
After saying that, Lin Heng gathered Kun Qi in his hands again.
"Kunli. Earth Regret!"
Two tall earth walls rose slowly, blocking the two roads leading from the Holy Lord's Hall to the square.
Lin Heng shouted at the top of his voice, "If the Holy Lord's support troops come, you should withdraw quickly. This earth wall can last for a while!"
Looking at the beggar who was safe and sound on the stage, people showed long-lost smiles and responded one after another.
Sun Biao pulled Zhang Zhendong up, and the three of them gradually disappeared into the crowd.
Lin Heng followed Sun Biao to the city wall and saw the two reward notices, and the surprise on his face couldn't stop.
"The second prince is really alive! It's you who burned down the warehouse in Fanhuadu!" Lin Heng half-twitched his chin, not believing it at all.
Sun Biao helplessly replied, "Isn't it just a broken warehouse? It's not the Holy Lord's lair. What's the fuss about it?"
After that, the three of them walked through the jungle on the outskirts and arrived at the location of Baina Bagou.
As Sun Biao opened the door, the bag opened out of thin air.
Master Baina?! Haven’t all the Holy Lords been slaughtered? How is that possible?!
Lin Heng was in disbelief and followed Sun Biao into the bag.
"Come back?" Xu Hao was treating Ye Lan's injuries without noticing the beggar behind Sun Biao.
Lin Heng stared at this fifteen-year-old boy, not believing that the man in front of him was the Baina Division. Moreover, when Lin Heng was not a centurion, he had served in the Royal Forest Army, and he had even seen the Royal Baina Division.
But the young man in front of him had no impression at all.
Then Lin Heng's eyes shifted to the unconscious Qing Yi.
Although fifteen years passed, Lin Heng still recognized him.
"Second Prince!"
Lin Heng's shout frightened Xu Hao, and when he looked back, he saw a tattered beggar standing behind Sun Biao.
"Who is this?" Xu Hao looked at Sun Biao and asked.
Sun Biao scratched his head, thinking that it would be useless to explain to this child, so he said, "I am an old friend who helped me block the Holy Lord's cavalry. Now the whole city is chasing him. He has no place to go, so he has joined me."
Xu Hao didn't think much and pointed to an empty tent. "You can just make do with it there and take a shower. It stinks to death."
Lin Heng ignored him at all, but looked at Sun Biao angrily, "The second prince was so seriously injured, why didn't you protect him?" There was anger in his tone.
"Damn it! I'm not his bodyguard, I saved this kid's life! What are you doing here?" Sun Biao became even more angry after hearing Lin Heng's words.
"Okay, you two, stop arguing!" Xu Hao felt even more helpless when he looked at the two of them.
The two of them rolled their eyes at each other, Lin Heng turned around and walked towards the tent, while Sun Biao turned his back and lit a cigarette.
In the flowery capital city.
The stingers in the soil have lost their warmth, and the crowded streets have long been deserted.
The Holy Lord's security forces broke through the earthen wall and gathered around the execution platform to discuss.
A huge figure appeared on the streets of the square, and as the footsteps moved forward, the ground began to tremble.
There was a moment of silence under the execution platform. All the stingers knelt down on one knee and clenched their fists on the ground, as if to welcome something.
"How's the investigation going?" A deep and deep voice came from the huge figure.
"Back to the commander, we only found this." The Stinger who spoke immediately pointed to the messy head on the ground and replied tremblingly.
"Damn! A bunch of trash!"
A huge figure gradually appeared. The stinging man in front of him was several times larger than the kneeling soldiers. The blood-red pupils were very ferocious, the black armor on his body was shining with blood, and his dark brown hair stood up like a hedgehog.
The huge double axes in his hands rubbed the ground and stirred up sparks. The black dragon carved on the ax handle opened its fangs as if it wanted to tear everything in sight into pieces.
"I'll give you three days to find the main culprit, or you will die!" The commander stared at the soldiers with a fierce look on his face and shouted angrily.
"yes!"
The Stinger who was kneeling on the ground replied tremblingly, not even raising his head to look directly at the huge creature in front of him.
After speaking, the commander turned around and left, leaving a mess behind.