[Chapter 507: Immortal Help!]

"Huh?"

Feng Ziyue, who was speeding towards the Baishui River, suddenly stopped.

In the air, a faint smell of blood wafted through.

This smell of blood, Feng Ziyue, who has gone through a hundred battles, is of course very familiar.

This is not ordinary blood, but it is dissipated in the wind of human life.

The river, which was still calm just now, why did it suddenly have such a strong killing intent?

Feng Ziyue didn't feel the change in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, it was obvious that most of the battles there came from acquired martial artists and ordinary people, not even a single innate master.

- However, although there are no masters, the fight is still just as cruel.

In an instant, dozens of lives were lost, and their souls were shattered, and there was nowhere to be found.

"What's wrong?"

Among the Bisi Sword Mother, her divine sense is limited, and she can't feel so far away.

Feng Ziyue sighed, "It seems to be a battle, and many people have died......"

Originally, he just wanted to find out the news, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing, and his heart was naturally very dull, but he still didn't stop and rushed forward.

Either way, always check the situation.

When he arrived, he saw a ***.

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The courage of the young man's flesh made the red hair's hand hold the sharpened bamboo pole extremely firm, and he also used it to assassinate a prisoner and knock him off his horse.

However, even if this surging rebellion had swept through the entire camp, even the men of the wooden village who had a little blood had already taken up rudimentary weapons to fight, and when the leaders of the prisoners attacked, they still sadly found that they were powerless to resist.

Red hair had heard about martial arts before.

He had also heard that a warrior could crack a stone and be an enemy of 10,000 people.

But all this time, he had never seen it, although it was said that those prisoners were all warriors, but their strength was only stronger than the sturdy men of their wooden village.

That's why his father dared to plan to kill the prisoners and get rid of the tragic fate of the people in the wooden village.

In fact, in the beginning, they were indeed unstoppable.

The prisoners, who were ostentatious, were suddenly stunned, and were stabbed to death with rudimentary weapons by the angry villagers—if they could maintain this posture, then soon, their father's last wish should be fulfilled!

It's a pity that at this time, the leader of the prisoners made a move.

His black clothes fluttered, and a murderous smile appeared on his face.

Just a finger was stretched out.

Rumble!

Boom!

In the sound of the explosion, the villagers were all injured and scattered.

In one move, the black-faced strong man who broke his arm and contacted the red-haired man also died in this blow.

"What a bold man, he dared to rebel!"

The leader of the prisoners, screaming and shouting, his eyes awe-inspiring.

This person's martial arts immediately shocked everyone.

In fact, this trick is still merciful to his subordinates, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to kill these villagers, he was afraid that even the red hair might not be able to survive.

The rebellious villagers suddenly became fearful and cowardly under the pressure of this terrible martial arts.

Ancient memories suddenly appeared in front of me.

When Muzhai was slaughtered by the Holy Land, it seemed to be like this.

This is martial arts!

For powerful violence, no matter how many people you have, you can't resist the violence.

"Those who dare to rebel will be killed!"

Red hair's heart tightened, his hands and feet were weak, he was not afraid, but when facing the power he couldn't fight, it was really a helpless feeling, full of his heart.

It turns out that there is still no way to do it after all.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you sacrifice, it's the same.

"Put down the weapons in your hands, the first evil will be killed, and you will never ask! As long as you transport this batch of wooden beams for the Holy Land, I will spare your "life" and let you atone for your sins!"

After shocking these villagers, the leader of the prisoners finally put down his posture.

In any case, this mountain of giant trees must be delivered to the Holy Land on time.

He is the leader of the prisoners here, and when he arrives in the Holy Land, he is just a small person among small people.

If it can't be delivered on time, he won't be able to eat and walk around.

These hateful villagers are still of some use!

As for when they arrive at the Holy Land, then they should all be killed and used to sacrifice to the Tongtian Giant Tower, which is also the right thing to do!

The villagers looked at each other in fear and hesitation, knowing that the person in front of them was not something they could fight, but they could not do it if they were asked to lay down their weapons and let their companions die.

"Don't be caught yet!"

The leader of the prisoners shouted angrily, only hearing the sound of the long slap, and sure enough, there was still a timid young man, who was so frightened that he fell off the bamboo pole in his hand.

His face was pale, and he was shameless in the face of his companions, screaming miserably, and running away.

Someone takes the lead, and everything becomes logical.

Quite a few people slowly put down their weapons, covered their faces with their hands, stepped aside, and squatted on the ground.

Only a few people, concentrated around the red-haired, are still unwavering.

Red Hair's heart was empty, he already understood his end.

"You all disperse, all he wants is the mastermind, the people in the stockade, how many people can die, how many ......"

"Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood to burn ......"

His voice was very low, but everyone around him could hear it.

They looked at each other in confusion, but finally someone put down his weapon and wept away.

However, there are still a few people who tightly surround the red hair and refuse to leave.

"Good!"

The leader of the prisoners sneered, "This is the diehards of the future! Okay! Let me show you how they died! In the future, you must take warning!"

He shouted angrily, stretched out his hand, and slapped his palm at the group of people with a bang.

If it is filmed, it will definitely be able to turn these nasty bastards into mince!

His palm has more than ten thousand catties of power!

Compared to the giant wood, it is also similar!

Those few people closed their eyes and waited for death, and had no intention of resisting at all, this huge power, beyond nature, how could they ordinary people resist?

They are already certain to die!

Unless, there are gods to save them!

"Wait!"

At this time, I heard an indifferent voice in the distance.

It's not high, but it's majestic.

But with this gentle sound, he didn't make a move, but the palm of the leader of the prisoner disappeared without a trace as if it had slapped on some invisible wall.

Vanish!

He withdrew his palm in surprise, this was Wu Zun's full force blow, how could it be dissolved like this!

When he raised his head, his complexion changed drastically!

A young man in white, standing proudly in the air, with a faint expression on his face, glanced at them!

This...... This is......

Soar into the air!

The face of the leader of the prisoners turned pale all at once!

At this time, those villagers who escaped death were ignorant and had not yet seen the situation clearly, only to see a man in white standing in the air, like a fairy.

No, he's a god!

Hula knelt down!

"Immortals! Thank you to the gods for helping!

All of a sudden, the mountains called the sky!