Ziyue was dressed in white, standing on the high altar, waving the Vulcan scepter.
Attila's body was hung up, and two majestic Vulcan guards, wearing colorful crowns made of flamingo feathers and carrying long barbed whips, came over.
"Pah! Pah!" The long whip was swung mercilessly, and every time it was swung, a blood streak appeared on Attila's body.
Beating the corpse for three hundred times is the most severe punishment for heretics in Zoroastrianism. This punishment causes heretics to fall into hell forever, unable to receive God's gifts and blessings.
Below, a blazing bonfire was lit, and Zoroastrian believers danced happily, using the most exaggerated movements to express blessings to gods and curses to heretics.
Zhu Xiaoyao, who had always been evil, became serious at this moment. She looked at Attila hanging in the air, and then at Ziyue, who was aloof like a god, and said happily: "From now on, Ziyue is regarded as a member of the Zoroastrian Cult."
The real master!"
Fang Ming also sighed, his tone was very heavy and there was no joy of victory at all.
The real victory is won by oneself, and this victory came very unexpectedly.
Attila died, but he didn't even see who the other party was. The mysterious master who killed Attila was like a breeze, passing by without leaving a trace.
What if he was his enemy? Fang Ming felt a chill coming out of his back. He felt that in front of such a peerless master, everyone present had no power to fight back and could only be mercilessly killed by the opponent.
"Little demon, let's go!" Fang Ming sighed. He wanted to return to the Flame Valley and rescue Ilia.
"Aren't you going to tell Ziyue?" Zhu Xiaoyao looked at Ziyue pointedly.
"Stop talking, she is now the leader of the Zoroastrian Cult." Fang Ming looked at Ziyue on the high platform with a complicated expression, and pulled Zhu Xiaoyao away from the back door.
Fang Wenqiang packed up his troops and left the Fire Temple first. Fang Ming, Zhu Xiaoyao, and Yelena returned to the Flame Valley.
The fog in the valley is so thick, just like Elijah's pale face.
When she saw the three people, Elijah's whole body trembled with excitement. In her opinion, killing Attila was an impossible task, and she knew Attila's martial arts and scheming.
"Here you go!" Fang Ming handed over the pain-stricken antidote. He was extremely relaxed at this moment, as if he had completed a spiritual redemption.
Elijah took the antidote, practiced her breathing for a while, and then stood up.
Her face regained its blush, her skin became more lustrous, and she seemed to be ten years younger.
But when Elijah looked in the mirror, the sadness on her face was like moss that had not seen sunlight for many years.
The beauty is the king's pleasure, but that person has passed away. Even if he is as beautiful as a flower, he can only live in loneliness for a fleeting time---Ilia turned around, her expression became solemn: "Fang Ming, thank you!"
Fang Ming said calmly: "No need."
Just as he turned to leave, Elijah stopped him: "Where did your father die?"
"Luofeng Gorge in the Sword Saint Valley!" Fang Ming couldn't help but remind him, "The martial arts masters there are no small feats."
A trace of cruelty flashed across Elia's face. She grabbed the Spring Thunder Sword on the wall and shouted to the black tower monster: "Little monkey, we can go out."
A trace of excitement flashed on the Black Tower Monster's face, but there was also a trace of disappointment. This kind of disappointment was so strange, but Fang Ming didn't think about it carefully. He had to rush back to Jinhuang's Fang family.
The Flame Valley fell silent, and the little monkey was busy packing his things. Elijah said calmly: "Little monkey, no need, there is no need for these external things."
The black tower monster was silent. He gestured towards Elijah. Elijah suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the little monkey's face.
The little monkey is Elia's bodyguard and the friend who grew up with her. Elia is hesitating whether to take the little monkey to Luofeng Gorge with her. The little monkey suddenly grabs Elia's hand in excitement and kneels down.
The eyes of this man who looked like a black tower were full of excitement, and this look made Elijah's heart heat up.
"For so many years, you have only been with me, but I can't give you anything--"
There were tears in the little monkey's eyes. He gently held Elijah's hand and stood like an iron tower.
"Little monkey, I might die there when I go there, but you still---still--"
The little monkey shook his head desperately, his eyes bursting with determination.
Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, no matter how far apart the world is, I will face it together with you.
A guard who cannot speak has a secret love for his childhood friend who is as high as a goddess. Although he has no words, it is worth a thousand words.
"Little monkey, is it worth it?" Elijah's eyes were filled with tears. She stroked the dagger Chun Lei with tears streaming down her face.
It was only a short three days with that person, but he had been waiting for him for so many years. The little monkey paid without any regrets, and he was so stingy that he didn't even give him a comforting look.
Love and being loved, the word love is so elusive.
The little monkey hugged Elijah's feet, his eyes so firm. Elijah sighed and returned to a calm look: "Let's go!"
Luofeng Canyon is filled with colorful clouds.
Dozens of Japanese swordsmen have fallen beside Elia. The dagger Spring Thunder is as blue as the sea and shining with brilliant light.
"Fang Tianhao, Fang Tianhao!" Elijah called the name hysterically, and like a mad tiger, she pounced into the crowd.
The little monkey's big stick was so strong that it blew up a swordsman's Tianling Cap. He was born with supernatural power and practiced strong martial arts skills. With all his strength, even the top master of the Dragon Ranking could compete with him.
"Swish!" The two swords stabbed at each other in a strange way, leaving two more blood holes on the little monkey's shoulders.
"Little monkey!" Elijah turned around and flew by like light.
The dagger Spring Thunder bloomed with blue light, just like thunder tearing through the sky.
A sword pierced a swordsman's shoulder, the tip of the sword broke through the opponent's main meridians, and his entire body was completely destroyed.
Three swords stabbed behind her, and Elijah rolled on the spot. The blue sword light shone again, and the two swordsmen were all broken below the knees, rolling and wailing.
Elijah relieved the pressure on the little monkey. She turned over and sat up. She slashed the dagger again and directly slit the throats of the two swordsmen with broken legs, and blood arrows shot out.
Covered in blood, Elijah refused to retreat.
After being imprisoned on the cliff for twenty years, Elijah has too much anger in her heart. Once this violent anger breaks out, it will set off a sea of blood.
The killing continued, and more than twenty swordsmen stepped back involuntarily, with fear in their eyes.
Where did this terrible woman come from? She just wants to fight her.
The killing continues, blood mist fills the air, mixes with the glow, and reflects the enchanting light - on the cliff, an old man stands quietly, as if he has merged with the sky behind him.
Yagyu, the master of the Sword Master Sect, has amazing swordsmanship. It is said that he is the closest figure to the Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi in Japan.
"Master!" An elder looked worried: "If this continues, the Sword Master Sect will be finished."
Yagyu was unmoved. He looked steadily at the already crazy Ilia below and said after a while: "Tell the eleventh generation disciple to use the Sakura Sword Formation."
Japan is the country of cherry blossoms, and the Japanese sympathize with heroes who wither like cherry blossoms. This set of cherry blossom swordsmanship was created by Yagyu when he was enlightened under the cherry blossom tree, and it has powerful lethality.
The sect leader spoke, and the twenty disciples who were fighting hard below were pardoned like the wind, and they quickly retreated to find a place to heal their injuries.
Elijah straightened her body, her golden hair reflected brilliant light in the sunset, and golden light seemed to flow on the surface of her body.
"Ripple Qigong?" Liu Sheng on the high cliff couldn't help but be moved.
Yagyu was obsessed with martial arts and devoted his life to studying various martial arts. He had heard of the Zoroastrian ripple qigong for a long time, but he had never been able to see it.
This mysterious woman, I want to see what you are capable of!
Liu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, standing on the top of the mountain, like an ancient pine that had stood for thousands of years, observing all the vicissitudes of life.
Below, the little monkey is holding the iron rod tightly, standing behind Elia, his expression is a little gloomy.
"Little monkey!" Elijah suddenly turned around with a sad smile on her lips: "This may be our last battle, are you afraid?"
The little monkey's chest puffed up, and his decadence was swept away.
Love has incomparable magical power. When facing Elia's sea-like eyes, infinite power surged in the little monkey's body, and he was determined to defend his beloved woman to the death.
Ilia turned her head, she stroked the blue Spring Thunder Sword, and looked coldly at the approaching opponent.