Feeling the urgency in Mr. Xia's tone, the middle-aged steward also realized the seriousness of the matter. He hurriedly pulled over a guard beside him and quickly ordered:
"Use a blood spell to send a message and tell all fellow Taoists to hide. Hurry! The rest of you, pack your things and evacuate immediately. These goods are no longer needed!"
"Ah, I...am I alone?"
"Stop talking nonsense and move faster!"
The guard who was unlucky enough to be dragged turned pale when he heard the words "Blood Curse Sound Transmission", but faced the sharp gaze of the middle-aged steward, he had no choice but to take out a stack of talismans shakily, bite his fingers and write quickly
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The talisman touched the wound and immediately sucked the blood greedily. As the talisman was constantly replaced, the figure of the tall and strong guard who had practiced god training also lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After writing the last talisman, the middle-aged guard already looked haggard. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes could still move, it would be an exaggeration to call him a mummy.
However, no one paid attention to him at this moment. All the evil cultivators who were still in Yaxing had already disappeared without a trace. Even Mr. Xia and the middle-aged steward had left without knowing when.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that there were only mortals with frightened expressions on their faces in the courtyard, the guard couldn't help but curse. Immediately, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and prepared to slip out of the back door with his swaying body.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw a cold sword edge, stopping less than half an inch from his throat.
Feeling the sharp pain from the sword energy piercing his skin, goosebumps instantly spread all over his body, and the guard swallowed subconsciously.
Looking at the beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, he raised his hands and slowly knelt down.
"Senior...Senior, don't...don't kill me. I'm just a little god of refinement. I can't help myself. Everything I do is forced...forced!"
The guard gave in quickly. Although he couldn't see clearly the cultivation level of the person coming, he knew very well that the person who could force his elders and Xia Wenmou to escape in embarrassment must be a high-level cultivator.
If you resist at this moment, you will die, but if you kneel down and beg for mercy, you might still have a chance to survive.
Chai Jiangcui looked through his consciousness and felt the remaining spiritual power fluctuations in the yard, knowing that he was still a step too late.
Although we were searching immediately at this moment, we might be able to catch a few more slow-running fish, but catching these small miscellaneous fish alone was meaningless, as the ones in the energy stage had already run far away.
Putting away the Water Moon Sword and waving his hand to stun all the mortals present, Chai Jiangcui looked at the "mummy" kneeling in front of him and asked:
"What is your name? Who is your sect? How many evil cultivators are coming to Hexicheng this time? Think about it before you speak."
Although the voice of the female nun in front of him was smiling and pleasant, the body of the guard could not help but tremble a little.
"The younger one... his name is Zhao Cheng, and he is an inner disciple of the Dizi Temple of the Ancient God Sect. Previously, he followed the elder Wan Mianren of the Dizi Temple to hide here.
Now Shan Xiao knows about the comrades lurking in Hexi City, including the Twelve Caves of Nanling, the Three Demons of Huazhou, and the Four Saints of Qingzhou..."
In one fell swoop, Zhao Cheng sold out all the forces he knew about, including more than a dozen large and small, as well as individual evil cultivators.
Chai Jiangcui has never heard of many tongue-twisting names, but they all sound quite bluffing, and one doesn’t know what his strength is.
However, such a large number really surprised her. It seemed that He Xicheng was a bit more serious than she expected.
Gathering his thoughts, Chai Jiangcui continued:
"Then tell us about your next meeting point. As long as the information is accurate, I will promise to let you live."
"Um?"
Hearing that he could escape with his life, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel a flash of joy in his eyes. But in just a moment, the joy disappeared without a trace.
Because no matter how much he thought about it, he never remembered that Wan Mianren had told him about the next meeting place.
At this moment, he still didn't understand that he had been treated as an outcast from the moment he used the blood curse to transmit his voice.
"I don't know, I'm just an abandoned child. They didn't even tell me where to meet..."
Zhao Cheng was trembling so much that he kept kowtowing, his tone full of grief, anger and fear. He hated the Man of All Faces and hated the Ancient God Religion.
Although I know that most evil cultivators are cold and heartless people, when it is my turn to be abandoned, I still feel resentful.
It's just that he kowtowed for a long time, but he still couldn't wait for the sword to kill his neck. Just when he was in shock and doubt, the courtyard door of Yaxing was suddenly violently knocked open.
"Search for me and take down all the suspicious members of the cult!"
This domineering spiritual power fluctuation came from the Yuwen family in the city.
Zhao Cheng raised his head and saw that the beautiful female cultivator in front of him had left at some point.
"Uh hehe...huhu..."
After walking through the gate of hell, Zhao Cheng was crying and laughing, gasping for air, and collapsed on the ground uncontrollably. Even when the monks from the Yuwen family came forward to arrest him, he could not muster any strength to resist.
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"Uncle, come and be happy..."
In the south of the city, there is a brothel full of melodious sounds.
Mr. Xia was sitting cross-legged on a big bed filled with the smell of rouge and powder to heal his wounds, while a man with ten thousand faces was sitting at the Eight Immortals table beside him, protecting him expressionlessly.
After waiting for a long time, Mr. Xia finally finished his work slowly.
With the help of the elixir, the injuries in his body were barely stabilized. Although he didn't know how long it would take to fully recover, at least he now had some ability to protect himself.
Seeing Mr. Xia finishing his work, Wanmianren gently put down the tea cup in his hand, stretched out his hand and rang a copper bell on the table.
Ding bell~
The sound of the copper bell is crisp and clear, seeming to penetrate layers of wooden walls.
After a while, a glamorous woman with gorgeous clothes and a soft mole in the corner of her eye walked in.
As soon as the woman entered the door, she didn't show any politeness to everyone in front of her, and directly went to the army to question her.
"Wan Mian, how did things develop like this? Didn't you say that you had already planned everything carefully?"
Faced with the woman's question, Wanmian Man did not speak, but pursed his lips, indicating that Mr. Xia would explain.
"Alas... Fairy Yinhe is here."
Mr. Xia slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of thick air, gritted his teeth and said:
"I'm in trouble this time. I heard earlier that a strange Jiedan appeared at the Yuwen family dinner. I think it's probably the one I met.
That person only used one sword, leaving me and the Sound Witch unable to fight back. The sharpness of the sword is probably among the top among the four sword-wielding sects..."
Recalling what happened before, even an evil cultivator like Xia Wenmou, who is accustomed to seeing big waves, still feels lingering fear.
After listening to Mr. Xia's story, Fairy Yinhe couldn't help but frown.
"There is actually a Jie Dan left behind? Does that mean all our previous preparations were in vain?"
Jiedan Zhenren is suppressing one side, and their unworthy preparations to bully and bully the formation are okay, but if they really forcefully deal with a Jiedan, the casualties will probably be very heavy.
Most evil cultivators come here to seek benefits. If they really encounter someone desperate, the chances of them scattering are probably even higher.
Seeing that Fairy Yinhe was a little worried, Mr. Xia just waved his hand calmly and explained:
"Ahem, don't worry, the plan will not change. I have sent a message to report back. The real person has his own masters taught by me to deal with it. And do you think that in the Dark God Realm, we have been preparing for so long, how can we be unprepared?
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It is impossible for the Yuwen family to quickly solve the Dark God Realm. As long as Wangyou and others are held back, will He Xicheng be at our mercy?"
Hearing this, Fairy Yinhe instantly grasped the key to Xia Lao's words. Her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but ask:
"Oh? I wonder which senior from your teaching is here?"
Xia Wenmou is the elder of the Lianxin Sect and has a very high status. He is said to be a master, so he must be a big shot above the pill formation level.
Mr. Xia raised his eyes and looked around, word by word, he uttered a name that made countless monks in Dayan feel frightened.
"I teach the high priest, God-Eyed Mother-in-law!"