Chapter 468: Seizing the Photo Studio (3)
early morning.
The lake breeze blew away the mist.
In the devastated Huiyan Forest, countless monks who had been sleeping on the ground all night were awakened by the sharp and mournful cries of a woman, like those of a woman who had lost her parents.
Mi Xi, with dishevelled hair, stood on the roof of the half-collapsed building of the Mi family mansion. The broken roof under her feet kept dropping bricks and tiles. She screamed in a long voice like a mourning cry, like a cuckoo crying blood: "Damn it... What hatred and grudge... In Jianmen's territory, someone is robbing innocent people!"
"My money... everyone's money... the money to go back to Yanlin..."
"There are so many materials and goods in the warehouses... I have received the deposit and signed the deed, and will deliver the goods right away!"
"The whole family is ruined...the whole family is destroyed!"
Mi Xi waved the sleeves of her long robe and screamed, "I will not live any longer, I will not live any longer!"
"Damn it!"
Mi Xi's soul had been dyed light golden by the Buddha's light.
As Lu Fu's cultivation level soared, as the Taoist soldiers under his command became more capable, and as the number of Taoist soldiers continued to increase, the power of salvation of Little Vajra Mount Sumeru became extremely terrifying.
A powerful being like Mi Xi, who was at the peak of the Ningdao Fruit realm, was completely converted by Lu Yi in just two or three hours, and became a loyal subordinate who obeyed Lu Yi's orders and could be dispatched at will.
Unlike those Taoist soldiers whose intelligence was completely cleansed, this kind of conversion was subtle. Mi Xi retained all her nature, personality, temper, habits, all her experience and memory, and all her words and deeds remained unchanged. The only thing that changed was her sworn loyalty to Lu Yi, which was irreversible, unforgettable, and could not be washed away even by reincarnations from generation to generation.
Such magical power is extremely terrifying and can even be called "evil means".
But the Buddhist sect of Jishengtian... is just like that. Tyrannical and unreasonable, this is the true face of the Buddhist sect of Jishengtian!
On the streets and in the courtyards, groups of monks and merchants who were traveling to and from Huiyanlin shook their heads, stood up dazedly, and stared in amazement at the devastated Huiyanlin in all directions.
Basically, no intact building has been preserved. Only the half-finished attic where Mi Xi is standing on the rooftop cursing at the street can be regarded as a landmark building in Huiyanlin.
At a glance, all the pavilions and houses were flattened, and the ground was densely covered with sword marks of varying lengths and depths. Countless sword marks crisscrossed, and from a high altitude, one could roughly see the direction and trajectory of the sword marks.
An expert among the independent cultivators flew into the air, overlooking the earth. He saw the dense and crisscrossing sword marks, and was stunned for a moment before muttering in a low voice, "It seems to be the pattern of the Great Nine Palace Sword Formation... However, these sword marks are a bit... There are no less than, no less than, the number of sword cultivators in this formation..."
The wandering cultivators were speechless. They looked at Mi Xi who was jumping up and down and cursing, then turned around and left without saying a word.
The number of sword cultivators in this formation is too terrifying. The sword marks on the ground are deep and shallow, long and short. At a glance, there are tens of thousands of sword marks of various colors. There are at least 100,000 sword cultivators setting up the sword formation.
Moreover, there was still an extremely powerful aura lingering in the air.
That was... the residual aura of an extremely high-grade innate spiritual treasure... one was in the sky, and the other was underground. It was obvious that someone used a spiritual treasure to block the entire Huiyan Forest last night.
Such a big move, obviously this is a big deal, an extremely scary whirlpool that can kill people. Smart people should leave quickly, otherwise, God knows what will happen next.
But it was too late.
Extremely dazzling, extremely bright, and colorful sword lights came with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like countless meteors leaping from the west . The sword lights left bright reflections in the vast blue sword washing pool, startling countless big fish and turtles to push up the waves.
Before the wandering cultivators had run a few hundred miles, sword circles appeared from all directions.
Sharp shouts echoed all around, and countless Jianmen disciples drove these wandering cultivators back to Huiyanlin like sheepdogs, ordering them to cooperate with the subsequent investigation.
If someone showed some resistance and tried to find an excuse to leave, these Jianmen disciples would just chop them down with their swords without thinking, beat them half to death, and then drag them back and throw them on the street.
Wutong Sou stood expressionlessly in the very center of Huiyan Forest.
This place was originally a huge crossroads. To the east was Huiyanlin’s largest trading place, to the west was Huiyanlin’s largest restaurant, to the north was Huiyanlin’s largest brothel, and to the south was Huiyanlin’s largest gambling house.
Wine, sex, money, food, drink and fun are all concentrated together.
And now, the trading floors, restaurants, brothels, and gambling houses have all been reduced to ashes. Countless waiters, waiters, shopkeepers, teapots, maids, and servants who were missing limbs, as well as a group of brothel beauties who usually looked gorgeous but now had dishevelled hair and dirty faces, all lay in the ruins crying and screaming.
There were many injured, but very few dead.
But Mi Xi, dancing with joy, soon came over surrounded by a group of tribesmen.
She flew directly in front of Wutong Sou, almost falling into his arms. She grabbed Wutong Sou's clothes tightly with both hands and screamed: "Wutong Sou, you have accepted the benefits of our return to Yanlin... We are returning to Yanlin as a legitimate business family... Our business is a legal business that has received the Sword City Talisman!"
"We are a kind family that contributes to Jiancheng, pays taxes to Jiancheng, and works hard for the masters of Jiancheng... But look, look, we... Among the 23 heads and elders of Yanlin, only I, your aunt, survived!"
"The other tribesmen suffered heavy casualties. At least half of the people in each family died!"
"It doesn't matter if someone dies. People can be reborn after death. We can just marry more wives... But that bastard took away all the money and goods of our families... He even took the ancient paintings hanging on the wall!"
"Without money, how can our children get married, have children, and recover?"
"Old Wutong, you have taken advantage of us, so you have to make the decision for us... Otherwise, I will sacrifice my dignity to make you look bad!"
Wutong Old Man wished he could kill Mi Xi with one sword.
Yes, he did accept benefits from Mi Xi... Over the years, among the Jianmen elders who took turns guarding Jiancheng, who had not accepted benefits from Mi Xi and others?
Every time they came to Jiancheng to take up their posts, Mi Xi would bring a letter written by one of the most senior supreme elders of Jianmen, and would visit them with a lot of treasures.
With the endorsement of the Supreme Elder, who would not accept something that Mi Xi delivers to their doorstep?
However, accepting benefits is one thing, but shouting about it in broad daylight is wrong, isn't it?
Especially, there is a guy in Jiancheng today who you cannot afford to offend!
One of Wutong Sou's trusted disciples frowned and walked over quickly: "Master, there are several extremely strange auras lingering here... Well, one of them is clearly the aura of the Wanhua Sect's Fallen God Whip."
Wutong Sou raised his eyebrows suddenly: "Wanhua Sect? Didn't the entire Wanhua Sect, along with all its disciples, disappear? Along with them, there are also countless elite disciples from various sects, families, and clans that they invited!"
The disciple coughed lightly and said, "So, the elders of the Mi clan are also lucky... Although some of them were killed or injured, the entire Huiyan Forest was actually preserved intact, which was also a fluke."
Wanhua Gate, but even the mountain gate buildings were hollowed out, and even the chickens, ducks and other pets were completely missing, not a single hair was left.
In comparison, although the twenty-three families of Huiyanlin suffered heavy casualties, there are still a large number of clansmen left...this is lucky.
Mi Xi grabbed the disciple with one claw and said, "Who are you calling 'old'? Who is 'old'? Ah? Can you speak?"
The disciple took two steps back, his body swaying slightly to avoid Mi Xi's scratching. With a chill in his eyes, he glanced at Wutong Sou, meaning to ask his master if he could give this crazy woman a sword.
Wutong Sou shook his head slightly. He pointed at Mi Xi, and a cold sword intent enveloped Mi Xi, making her unable to move. Wutong Sou said coldly: "Mi... Elder!"
Wutongsou deliberately emphasized the word "old".
"I sympathize ... But I would like to ask the elder of the Mi tribe to cooperate with the investigation. Hey, I have seen many cases of the thief crying thief these days. Although the elder of the Mi tribe has caused the deaths and injuries of so many tribesmen, he cannot clear himself of suspicion."
Mi Xi looked at Wutong Sou in horror: "My dear, am I the thief crying thief? Why should I do that? Am I crazy?"
Wutong Old Man looked at her grimly: "Who knows? Maybe?"
On the Sword Washing Pond, a pleasure boat, driven by magic power, broke through the endless green waves and came rapidly. Bai Yuan and Yin Yuan stood on the bow, standing on tiptoe and looking over here.
Bai Yuan's voice could be heard from a long distance away: "Old Man Wutong, I heard there's a thief here? Hey, how dare someone commit a crime in my Jianmen territory? Especially when I'm still here... You're really brave, really brave. I'll give you three days to catch the thief!"
Wutong Sou's brain felt buzzing with pain!
Huiyan Forest was destroyed and razed right under his nose, which was already a very tricky matter. As a result, the young master Bai Yuan was still happy to come and cause trouble. Wutong Sou's eyes rolled back, and for a moment he had the urge to make trouble and kill all the survivors of Huiyan Forest with a sword!
If they're all dead, there's no need to investigate, right?
Gritting his teeth, Wutong Sou forced a smile and went over to meet them with a group of trusted followers.
"Young Master, this is just a small matter, how can it be worth your presence?"
Bai Yuan blinked his eyes, staring at Wutong Sou who was approaching the bow, and said slowly, "But, why did I hear that the scent of the Wanhua Sect's Fallen God Whip was found here?"
Wutong Sou's heart twitched and he turned around abruptly, looking deeply at the group of trusted disciples following him one by one.
