In the distant Rakshasa Kingdom, in a large county town, an old man looked at the extinguished soul lamp in front of him and screamed in pain.
Behind the soul lamp, there are several Rakshasa words "Henry White".
This county town is the foundation of the White family in the Kingdom of Rakshasa. This old man is Henry's father, Koman White, a powerful level 10 magician, who is second only to the level 11 patriarch in the White family.
Charlie White.
A moment later, a stream of light broke through the air and landed on Henry's extinguished soul lamp. A picture transformed out. On the picture, a young man with a javelin-like face showed a cruel smile, standing on the ground,
He looked at Henry lying on the ground with a joke.
"Henry, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you! Damn it, if you dare to kill my Koeman's son, I will definitely let you die in great pain!"
"Shaan, Sean!" Koeman White shouted loudly.
"uncle!"
A young man wearing a light green mage robe walked in and bowed.
The young man was extremely handsome, with the most common bald head of a male mage. There were 8 dazzling green demon crystals embedded in the staff in his hand. This young man was a level 8 magician!
"Shawn, go to the MiG corridor now, find the man on the screen, and then, kill him and avenge Henry!" Coman White gritted his teeth.
"Yes, uncle!" Sean White glanced at the picture on the soul lamp and bowed to answer.
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After flying with swords, Chen Yuxiang sent the little girl back to his home, on the way back to Jiuquan City, a daily tide of beasts had arrived. Tens of thousands of level 2 monsters, level 3 monsters crawled out from all over the desert.
Stepping onto the fertile oasis and rushing towards the ancient city walls of Jiuquan City, the scene was also spectacular.
"Boss, boss, when will we come to kill these stupid guys?" Xiao Mao jumped out of the Wanbi Score, stood on Chen Yuxiang's shoulder, squeaking, and his soul transmitted a voice.
"Haha! These levels are too low. I'll send Yiyi back to her mother's place. Then we will go to the depths of the desert and let you kill enough!" Chen Yuxiang said with a smile on his soul.
"Okay, bullying these little guys is really meaningless." Xiao Mao curled his lips and then returned to the Wanbi Score.
Chen Yuxiang flew over the city wall, landed on a remote street, and then quickly returned to the hotel where he stayed. At this time, the beast tide was still continuing, but the people in Jiuquan City did not pay attention to this, and everyone's attention was relaxed.
The fire came to the manor of the great Baron Henry.
Jiuquan City is in the desert and there is no enough water to put out the fire. Of course, even if there is a water source, the fire cannot be extinguished, because it is the flame caused by Chen Yuxiang's very qualified real fire.
Fortunately, the manor is located in a remote corner of the city and is somewhat away from the surrounding buildings, so the fire did not continue to spread, but the entire manor was burned to a white land.
Chen Yuxiang was enjoying the tenderness and sweetness brought by Xiao Yiyi in the hotel room, but his spiritual sense covered the whole city.
The people in the city sighed at Baron Henry's unfortunate experience and scolded the despicable and shamelessness of the arsonist. Chen Yuxiang looked at all this and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
Maybe when the fire goes out tomorrow and they see the bones, they will know what kind of person this guy named Henry is!
The next day, the fire finally went out. The people of Jiuquan who entered the fire easily discovered Baron Henry's sin, so naturally began to curse this damn guy again. At this time, Chen Yuxiang had already taken Yiyi and rode his horse towards the northwest.
Another city-state a hundred miles away rushed away.
"Brother, did you release the fire yesterday?" Yiyi asked, hugging Chen Yuxiang's waist.
"Haha!" Chen Yuxiang did not hide it and said with a smile, "This guy is like the old Buffett in Yu Zhencheng, a big bad guy. My brother killed him, this is killing the bad guy!"
Yiyi obviously didn't understand the matter in the world of cultivation. But she naturally knew the sins of Buffett, Yu Zhencheng. She also nodded and hugged Chen Yuxiang even tighter, and stopped talking.
Chen Yuxiang continued to sprint, recalling the sudden increase in merit value on the crystal card, he was also secretly happy.
In Henry's manor, he killed the old Henry and obtained 10,000 merit points, and killed the servant named Okocha, he received 50,000 merit points. The rest of the people were not real Rakshasa people,
So the merit token did not react at all, and the merit value did not increase.
What made Chen Yuxiang happy was that he always thought that he could judge his true level with the magic of this merit token. If that were the case, he would not have won the merits after killing a monk below the Nascent Soul Stage, but now
It seems that this is not the case. Because Henry White is a level 5 magician, which is at the level of the Golden Elixir stage, but he still earns 10,000 merits.
"It seems that this merit token is based on the merit given by the level I registered, rather than the merit value based on my actual level! But this is normal. Many people fight in the desert all year round, and they also advance in the desert.
, It would be very strange if you cannot get more merit points after promotion!"
Thinking of this, Chen Yuxiang couldn't help but be very happy. The strength he showed when he registered was in the foundation building stage. In other words, he would have meritorious values to get when he killed magicians above level 3 in the future. Although there were few, how could he gather sand to form a tower?
All the way north, some magicians are big and small for him to kill.
With the move of the God-losing Thorn, Master Rakshasa had no chance to self-destruct in front of him. By searching for memories, he would be able to get more information about the secret spy of the Tianying. For these Luo, who do not regard people as humans,
Chen Yuxiang didn't plan to let go of any of them.
In the afternoon, Che Chicheng.
The old blacksmith Guermo was busy in his iron shop. The blazing fire shone on his bronze face. His powerful arms swung the heavy hammer and smacked heavily on the fiery red iron block.
In Chechi City, the old blacksmith's skills were not famous, and the nobles never asked him to make swords. Gurmo only occasionally built some crude farm tools for those farmers who worked in the oasis outside the city every day to make money.
Get some money to drink inferior ale.
Although it was afternoon, there was no business in Guermo's shop. But he didn't care. Anyway, the blacksmith's identity is just a cover-up, and he didn't really rely on this.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the blacksmith shop, and a young man like a javelin appeared in front of him. In his hand, he was holding a strange iron rod.
"Sir, are you doing something? Come to Old Gurmo's shop, have you gone to the wrong place?" Gurmo was secretly alert, but said calmly on his face.
"Gurme Fernandez," said the young man, "Buffett White and Henry White were very lonely on the way to the underworld. I hope you can accompany them!"
"Go to die!" Guermo roared angrily, and the heavy hammer flew out of his hand and smashed it towards the young man. At the same time, his figure suddenly retreated. While he was retreating, a fiery red magician robe appeared on his body.
A long magic wand was already in his hand, and his lips were twitching rapidly.
The other party can kill Buffett and Henry brothers, so he naturally has extremely strong strength. At this moment of life and death, Gurmo no longer worrys about whether he will reveal his identity.
"Level 6 Demon Lord!" The iron rod in his hand was swung out casually, and tens of thousands of points were instantly pointed at the heavy hammer thrown by Guermo, making Guermo's heavy hammer turn into countless pieces of broken iron. The young man looked at Guermo.
The six fiery red demon crystals on the staff grinned, "It seems that the 50,000 merit value is about to be obtained!"
"Dance of Fire Snake!" Guermo shouted loudly, and three huge giant flaming snakes quickly condensed, with scales on their bodies as lifelike, each of which was about stubborn, twisting their bodies and pounced towards Chen Yuxiang.
"Three Fire Snakes are a little better than Buffett, but they are still not as good as the one named Okocha." The young man commented casually, stretching out his palm and grabbing it suddenly!
"Peng!" A huge palm of Gangjin emerged, each finger was about stubborn, almost occupying Guermo's entire shop. Three fire snakes were easily grabbed by the giant palm without any resistance.
The force was pinched into pieces and turned into energy Cui San in the air.
"Go to die!" The young man's iron foot kicked the ground and turned into a afterimage. He had already arrived in front of Guermo. The iron rod in his hand swept out and smacked heavily on Guermo's waist.
The physical quality of the magician is far inferior to that of the monks of the same level. Chen Yuxiang's attack directly cut off Guermo's body in half. At the same time, the attack of the God-losing Sprite has also arrived. Guermo miserably
He snorted and fainted.
The level 6 magician, like the Nascent Soul cultivator, has the energy core in his body. Chen Yuxiang's loss-stopping spike even Guermo's Nascent Soul fell into a coma.
Although Guermo's body was broken into two parts, it would not die for a while, so it was still time to search for memory. Chen Yuxiang squatted down, put his hand on Guermo's forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.
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After a moment, Chen Yuxiang opened his eyes and murmured: "It turns out to be the same as Henry White's memory. This Gurmo is not as evil as the White brothers, and has never done anything bad to the civilians nearby."
"It's a pity that you are a Rakshasa person! Then I can't blame me!"
"Puff!" Chen Yuxiang swung out the iron rod in his hand, directly breaking Guermo's Nascent Soul, then lifted up two pieces of his body and threw it into the fire.
"There are more and more people on the list, and this is really troublesome..."
"It seems that I have to stay in this MiG corridor for a while!"
Chen Yuxiang sighed softly, and his body swayed and disappeared into the air.
The blacksmith shop behind him immediately ignited a huge fire...
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On the second day, Chechicheng was 800 miles northeast of Rhine City.
Hans, the night watchman of Gaia Temple, died on the spire of the temple. He was cut by countless knives, and even those words were brutally cut off.
On the third day, Chifeng City was 200 miles north of Rhine City.
The Lord of Chifeng was brutally killed in front of his family, and all the wealth in the Lord's Mansion was plundered. No one in the Lord's Mansion saw the murderer.
On the fourth day, 500 miles east of Chifeng City, the capital of the Thunder Ye City State was shattered.
A famous circus "Dark Moon Circus", a circus that is quite famous in the local area, was attacked, and all the actors died in danger.
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These city-states are hundreds of miles apart. In this chaotic MiG corridor, killing is not a rare thing in every city-state. So none of these things have had much impact, at most they are
Local people just talk about it as a topic of conversation when drinking inferior ale, and no one linked these things together.
Chen Yuxiang took Yiyi like this and headed northward. Every time he passed by a city, he would remove the shadow spies here.
However, the list in his heart was not only not narrowed, but was still expanding. The Rakshasa master who had no chance to self-destruct was only a lamb to be slaughtered. More information about the lurking shadow spy entered Chen Yuxiang's consciousness
Inside the sea.
Along the way, Chen Yuxiang did not encounter any challenges. These were at most the level six demon lord Rakshasa magicians, and there was no chance in front of him.
In the far north, a handsome bald young man holding a staff was quickly passing through the city-states that were vassalized by the Rakshasa Kingdom and galloping towards the south.
He is Sean White, a young level 8 magician, and a level 8 magician who is receiving inheritance. In his body, the energy of the deceased great magician is sealed, and he may enter level 9 at any time.