The young city lord's cultivation level was not very high, but his speed of escaping was quite fast.
Even though Qing Zhaolong's blue divine beast is a five-spirited purple-level divine beast, chasing the young city lord still seems a bit overwhelming.
Qing Zhaolong knew that he didn't have much time, so he just wanted to kill this guy as quickly as possible, but he didn't realize that when the young city lord escaped, he didn't seem to have used all his strength.
One person and one dragon flew in the sky one after another for nearly half an hour.
Qing Zhaolong only felt that his power was getting weaker and weaker, and his vision was getting blurry.
"Kill him, I must kill this guy..." With this firm thought in his heart, Qing Zhaolong forced his eyes open.
Unfortunately, people's faith was ultimately no match for the decline of soul power. After chasing for another five minutes, Qing Zhaolong's divine beast body quickly shrank and returned to a human body, with its body floating back to the ground feebly.
"Haha, Qing Zhaolong, you can't run anymore." The Young City Master stopped, turned around and laughed proudly at Qing Zhaolong: "Now, just accept your death obediently."
"Can you...before I die...tell me why this is..." Qing Zhaolong said weakly, his face was pale, and the thick black eyebands under his eyes seemed to have been exhausted. Average.
The young city lord said fiercely: "Qing Zhaolong, if you want to blame, it's your Qing family's ignorance. If you want to join the Blue Sky Alliance, how can your family master give up if you don't want to die on the Lan family's territory."
"Isn't joining your Blue Sky Alliance to strengthen your strength? Why... refuse." Qing Zhaolong looked puzzled.
The young city master hummed and said: "Do you think that our Lan family members are as old and confused as our master and yours? There is nothing wrong with taking refuge in the Tower of Gods and Demons. Dignity is worth a few crystals. As long as we can live well, there is nothing wrong with it." Money and women, I don't care who is the boss, for the sake of our bright future, you, the stumbling block, just die for me."
The young city lord held a machete and slashed at Qing Zhaolong's neck with sharp soul power in the shape of a knife.
With this knife, it is guaranteed to be able to cut off Qing Zhaolong's head from its body without any resistance.
"brush."
The Young City Lord originally thought that this sword attack would definitely hit someone's head, but unexpectedly, he was dodged by Qing Zhaolong, who had no strength left.
"How is it possible? He clearly had no soul power just now, so how could he avoid my sword attack?" The Young City Master looked horrified. You must know that the sword attack he just made had already imposed a space blockade. People who do not have strong enough soul power can There is absolutely no way to break through this space blockade and avoid this knife.
Qing Zhaolong, who was originally like a dead fish, stood up again, his fierce eyes like sharp swords, as if he wanted to stab the opponent into a sieve: "You forgot, I am an alchemist."
A ball of purple soul power suddenly emitted from Qing Zhaolong's body, and the five soul stones on his neck sparkled with a breathtaking light.
His strength has returned to the peak of the Fourth Soul Purple Level.
"Die." Qing Zhaolong pushed forward with his left hand, and a green medicine cauldron with purple light fell from the sky and slammed onto the young city lord's head.
There was a mocking smile on the young city lord's lips, and he looked up at the green medicine cauldron quickly falling down, with a calm expression on his face.
Seeing that the other party was so calm, Qing Zhaolong had an ominous premonition in his heart: Could this guy be confident?
Sure enough, just when the medicine cauldron was about to fall on the Young City Lord's head, a big hammer suddenly shot out of the air and hit the medicine cauldron. With a bang, the medicine cauldron was smashed into pieces. Got fragments.
"Do you think this is all I have, the young city lord?" The young city lord looked at Qing Zhaolong and sneered.
Subsequently, Qing Zhaolong was surrounded by hundreds of chain soul masters wearing various costumes.
Qing Zhaolong glanced at these guys and understood in his heart that these wild dog-like characters were specially brought to kill him. If the Qing family pursues them in the future, the Lan family can completely shirk this responsibility.
The Qing family will definitely be furious if they can't find the murderer, and they will definitely fall out with the Lan family.
Not to mention Qing Zhaolong, even the entire Tianhun Continent knows Qing Yuetong's temperament. She usually kills her own people without hesitation, but if anyone else dares to touch her Qing family members, she will definitely go crazy. It's like torturing the other person to death.
When the time comes, if the Qing family wants to form an alliance with the Lan family and the Tiancao Sect, it will no longer be mentioned.
"What a plan..." Qing Zhaolong shook his head feebly. In fact, even if he had just recovered the fourth soul purple level strength, he only relied on the effect of the elixir to restore his light.
His body had already reached the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, and the last pill just added some oil to the withered lamp.
Now that the oil has run out again, the only thing waiting for Qing Zhaolong is death.
"Kill him, remember to keep his body intact, and don't ruin his appearance, otherwise no one will know that Qing Zhaolong died on the Lan family's territory." The young city lord smiled ferociously and looked at the group of wild dogs. The chain soul master waved his hand.
Those guys were not polite, and they rushed towards Qingzhaolong like wild dogs snatching food.
Of course, with the Young City Lord's special instructions, all the various weapons in their hands were directed at Qing Zhaolong's body.
Qing Zhaolong closed his eyes, filled with grief and anger: Unexpectedly, the closed-door disciple of the dignified Tiancao old man Tiancao, the senior brother of Ling Xiao, the current leader of the Tiancao sect, and the most promising heir to inherit the Qing family, would die in the hands of these young men. …
Puff puff puff puff...
A series of sounds of body breaking sounded from Qing Zhaolong's ears, and a wave of thick, hot and fishy liquid splashed on his face. Qing Zhaolong hurriedly opened his eyes to take a look. It only took a while for his eyes to close and open. Just now, Those chain soul masters who still wanted to kill him all turned into mutilated corpses scattered on the ground.
The Young City Lord's expression changed drastically, and he turned around to run away. A broad hand grabbed his throat and lifted his whole body up like a chicken.
"Ling Xiao," Qing Zhaolong rubbed his eyes, fearing that his eyes were deceived.
"Senior brother, I'm scared." It wasn't until Qing Zhaolong heard Ling Xiao greeting him with a smile that he was sure that he had read it correctly.
Qing Zhaolong looked like a child who had been wronged, with a gloomy and resentful expression on his face: "You just came now. If it were any later, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me, your senior brother."
Ling Xiao chuckled and said, "Senior brother, actually, I was here before, but if I showed up too early, that idiot Lan Baotang would have brought it upon himself."
Qing Zhaolong's already fragile body was mentally beaten by Ling Xiao, and he almost fell asleep. However, the anger of being treated as bait made Qing Zhaolong reluctantly support himself to stand up straight. .
He asked Ling Xiao angrily: "You actually used me, your senior brother, as bait. Don't you think you are going too far?"
Ling Xiao smiled strangely and said: "I can't help it. Your grandma told me that you are a bait. Let me extract as much useful information as possible while protecting your safety."
Looking at Qing Zhaolong's astonished expression, Ling Xiao nodded seriously and continued: "You heard me right, your grandma said this, and she was trying to extract useful information while protecting you, not Extract useful information while protecting you."
This time, Qing Zhaolong completely fainted and fell unconscious. Before he fainted, Qing Zhaolong even wanted to die.
Ling Xiao asked people to protect Qing Zhaolong, walked up to the Young City Lord Lan Baotang, and said coldly: "Now, I can take your body back to Lan Mo City."
Lanbaotang fell into the hands of Xiong Xiao, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from Xiong Xiao's big hand. Then, he watched in horror as Ling Xiao held an iron broom in his hand, swung it up unceremoniously, and smashed it against his brain...
Lan Boming, the city lord of Lanmo City, was in a state of confusion. His son had gone out to handle an important matter, but no news had come back yet. Could something have happened?
Just when he was feeling uneasy, a messenger rushed in from outside the hall and stammered: "City Lord... something bad has happened..."
"What's going on? Tell me clearly." Lan Boming jumped up suddenly. He was more nervous than anyone else now. He asked the messenger to explain clearly, but he panicked first.
"Young City Lord...he...his body was thrown...outside the City Lord's Mansion..." the messenger said breathlessly, but when Lan Boming heard the word "corpse", He had already rushed outside.
There were many people outside the city lord's palace, some of them city residents watching the excitement. They stood far away from the outside. They wanted to get closer to see clearly, but they were also afraid that if they suddenly made a move and got too close, they would suffer disaster. This kind of contradictory feeling Their faces were full of curiosity and they stretched their necks like ducks eating at the trough.
Of course, most of the people surrounding the city lord's palace were soldiers from Lan Mo City. They surrounded the body of the young city lord and those who threw the body of the young city lord outside the city lord's palace. Their eyes were full of vigilance and fear.
They knew the person who threw the young city lord's body back, it was Ling Xiao, the leader of the alliance between their Lan family and Tiancao Sect.
These soldiers had also seen the image of Ling Xiao killing 100,000 enemies with one sword. Now that they saw him with their own eyes, they suddenly discovered that the coercive feeling brought by Ling Xiao in person was even more terrifying than in the image.
Ling Xiao allowed these warriors to surround him, staring straight at the gate of the city lord's mansion, treating the warriors as if they were nothing.
Behind Ling Xiao, a guy with red hair and a red beard stared at the soldiers with big, round eyes.
The soldiers were so frightened by the red beard that they unconsciously took half a step back, their hands holding their spears trembling slightly.
"Leader Ling Xiao, you are so majestic." A voice with a cold accent came from the city lord's palace, and then the figure of the city lord Lan Boming appeared outside the city lord's palace.
Ling Xiao sneered: "You've come just in time. The bodies of father and son should come with me to Lan's house."