It was late at night, the hustle and bustle everywhere gradually subsided, and the lights were extinguished one after another. Phew! A cold wind blew past with ice and snow, and the streets became increasingly empty.

Suddenly, a black cat flashed silently in the corner like a ghost, its green eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange smile appeared.

Fu Jingtao's heart tightened, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine, and he suddenly slipped and disappeared into the shadows on the street.

The next moment, there was a cold light like rain, and sharp arrows shot down from high places on the left and right sides, piercing the bluestone road slab and splashing countless stone chips.

But hearing the roar of the strong wind, a group of men in black with their faces covered and dressed in smart clothes swooped down with swords. Although the sneak attack failed, their murderous intentions did not waver at all. This hunting operation must be carried out quickly and successfully.

After that, he must hide immediately to avoid being caught and thus exposing his identity - after all, no one in Scorpion City is willing to openly quarrel with Bai Feng.

The cold light is like a tide, and murderous aura surges.

Fu Jingtao's first reaction was: Is Xiang Zifeng crazy? He actually dared to gather people to commit murder in the street?! He glanced around and saw that the masked men were actually attacking according to the formation. They cooperated with each other tacitly, and their ferocity far exceeded that of the desert wolf.

He knew that attacking with a small number would inevitably lead to injury, so it was best to defeat them one by one. He gathered all his inner strength in his back and slammed backwards through the wall into a street-facing facade.

"Don't let him get away!"

The three people who rushed at the front followed up without thinking, opening the way with steel knives and axes, enlarging the hole in the wall several times, and chasing each other inside, making a loud ping-ping-pong-pong sound. The others either guarded the windows,

Either they jumped on the roof, or they went around the alley outside the back door and laid a dragnet. Unexpectedly, the three people who had just rushed into the house suddenly groaned and fell to the ground with a thud, as if they were instantly taken away by an invisible ghost.

The soul.

I saw the figure disappearing, and Fu Jingtao jumped back to the street from the hole in the wall with a steel knife in hand.

The masked guests never thought that their accomplice would be killed instantly, nor did they notice that Fu Jingtao turned back from the original road and hurriedly shouted and changed his direction. The two people guarding the window bravely swung their swords at Fu Jingtao.

Chop it, I can’t wait to use all the energy to feed it.

Dang, Dang, Dang! The blades of the blades intersected, and the figures intertwined.

Fu Jingtao used his strength to fly backwards, and his left hand that was tucked around his waist suddenly raised, and the silver light flashed directly into his opponent's shoulders. As if struck by lightning, the two people's movements suddenly froze, with a look of horror in their eyes, and then they fell limp.

He fell to the ground. Fu Jingtao stood on tiptoe, took a breath, and immediately turned around and ran away. Since ancient times, there was no good banquet, so he hid special self-defense equipment on his body before going out to prepare for unexpected events, and it really worked at the critical moment.

Those masked men misjudged the situation, and their scattered forces had no time to regroup. They were all furious when they saw their target break out and escape. They were real local snakes and were very familiar with the terrain, so they immediately divided into several groups to outflank and pursue.

Fu Jingtao was at a disadvantage because his meridians were not fully connected, and his lightness skills were greatly reduced compared to before. Even though he ran away with all his strength, he still could not get rid of his pursuers.

Seeing that the masked men were getting closer and closer, they suddenly heard a whistle, and a group of masked men in colorful clothes jumped out of the shadows, flashing cold light, and silently rushed into the formation of the masked men.

.The subsequent group of masked men did not seem to be afraid of death, completely ignoring the enemy's weapons, brazenly getting close and engaging in hand-to-hand combat, knife for knife, life for life, never giving in.

In an instant, there was an explosion of energy, blood spattered like rain, screams and roars intertwined, and bodies fell from mid-air to the ground. The scene was bloody and tragic.

Fu Jingtao was greatly surprised by the sudden melee. However, the situation was critical, and he had no intention of stopping. He took the opportunity to turn into another alley and escape the sight of the pursuers.

Whoosh! A strong wind came.

Fu Jingtao raised the knife to protect his head, and at the same time, he kicked hard with his toes and dodge away from his position like a swimming fish.

Bang! An iron rod fell hard, and sand and gravel flew into the air. But a strong and strong man fell from the sky, with slender eyes and cold and ruthless eyes, as if he was a butcher who was used to slaughtering livestock. He didn't mean to say anything.

Saying nonsense, the iron rod shook, spun around his waist and accelerated, then flew into the air again like a dragon, smashing into Fu Jingtao's head with extreme violence.

This move is simple and ferocious, fast and ruthless, without any unnecessary fancy moves, and its only purpose is to kill people.

If Fu Jingtao was in peak condition, he would have at least five or six ways to resolve this killing move. However, at this moment, he was unable to do anything about it. He was locked tightly by his opponent's killing intent and could not escape from the scope of the iron rod - since there was no way to avoid it.

The only way to avoid it is to try your best to deal with it!

Dang! Sparks flew everywhere, the tiger's mouth burst open and blood flowed.

Fu Jingtao crossed his sword with his left hand and rolled to the ground, the blade cutting at the enemy's vitals at a strange angle.

The man jabbed the iron rod down in time to block the incoming knife, and coldly snorted: "It's just a dying struggle!"

Fu Jingtao didn't need to look at it to know that the knife in his hand was twisted and deformed, and his heart sank unconsciously - could it be that he was doomed this time? The other party was a devil at his peak, old and cold, and he didn't rely on cleverness.

You can get rid of it with tricks! The demonic flames in your heart rise, and you want to fight to the death to release your inner demons.

At this delicate moment, two masked men with white hair suddenly jumped down from the roof ridges on both sides, like two huge black eagles preying on each other. One wielded a sword and the other wielded a short spear, directly hitting the vital point of the stick-wielding demon.

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The sword is like a shooting star chasing the moon, and the spear is like a poisonous dragon rising out of the sea. It combines killing intent, speed and strength. No matter from which angle it is judged, it is the best killing move in the world.

The man wielding the stick was shocked and angry: "You stinking maggots dare to rebel?!" He hurriedly slid back to dodge, and the iron rod danced with it and turned into an iron wall, which was almost airtight.

The falcon fell, the gun, sword, and stick collided fiercely, and life and death were only on the thin line.

"Follow me!" A familiar figure flashed at the end of the alley, leaning on a cane.

Fu Jingtao ran without hesitation, following Yu Bin through the darkness, turning left and right, and finally entered a simple and dilapidated wooden house.

There was only an old man with one eye and white hair in the room. His face was wrinkled like a knife and an axe, and his breath was deep, as if he was integrated with the earth under his feet. Yu Bin bowed his hand to him, turned around and left to clean up the mess.

Fu Jingtao knew in his heart that this old man with one eye and white hair must be the leader of the hibernating slaves in the city. He saluted respectfully: "Junior Yang Tao, thank you senior for sending someone to rescue me just now."

Tang Miao stared at him and sighed: "Too young!"

Fu Jingtao said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Even though I am young, I can carry a heavy load on my shoulders!"

Tang Miao said calmly: "This burden is as heavy as a mountain, involving thousands of heroic souls. Not just anyone can bear it."

Fu Jingtao took a deep breath and said slowly: "I shouldn't have come to Scorpion City, but God's will is such that maybe I am destined to take on the important responsibility!"

Tang Miao's heart was slightly shaken: "Is this God's will?"

He knew that Fu Jingtao entered the Scorpion City by accident. Unlike the other mine slaves who were persecuted, he also gained the favor of the Immortal Medicine Demon and had the right to travel freely in the city and could also access the members of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The secret. If we want to entrust this heavy responsibility to fulfill the last wishes of our predecessors, there is no one more suitable than Fu Jingtao.

Tang Miao immediately opened the mechanism and led Fu Jingtao down to the underground secret room. As the candlelight streamed down, layers of wooden plaques with names engraved on them appeared in front of him.

Fu Jingtao was greatly shocked. He never expected that thousands of spiritual tablets were hidden in this precious place!

"Since the establishment of Scorpion City, countless disciples from various sects in the Central Plains have been secretly kidnapped and trafficked here by the Demon Sect, turned into slaves in the mines, and eventually died tragically. In fact, the number recorded here is less than one-fifth of the deceased, and there are more

He died miserably in the belly of the insect before he could give his last words. But no matter what, we have never forgotten our roots, our heritage, and we have never surrendered to the devil. Young man, one day, you can break through the blockade of the devils and put these things away.

Will the spirit tablets be brought back to the Central Plains intact so that their souls can return to their hometown? This responsibility is as heavy as Mount Tai!"

Fu Jingtao felt the desolate and solemn atmosphere, and the whispers of countless heroic spirits seemed to be heard in his ears. He felt an indescribable hot blood rushing straight to the top door, and his whole body was about to burn. These dead people all died with their eyes closed, with such longing.

The obsession of returning the soul to his hometown is so strong! He knelt down at that moment, kowtowed respectfully, and then pointed to the sky and swore an oath: "Fu Jingtao, a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect, hereby swears that even if he goes through fire and water, he will bring the souls of all his predecessors back to the Central Plains.

!If you violate your oath, you will be abandoned by both humans and gods, and I am willing to suffer the sin of being pierced by thousands of arrows!"

Tang Miao was shocked and lost his voice: "So you are a disciple of Xuanyuan! No wonder, no wonder!" Xuanyuan Sect is the first sect of Baidao. Over the past hundred years, countless geniuses have been born and extraordinary figures like Fu Jingtao have been cultivated.

Not surprising.

Fu Jingtao said: "This junior is dealing with the demons in the Scorpion City, so he has to be cautious. Please keep this secret, senior."

Tang Miao nodded and said in a deep voice: "I, Tang Miao, are the eighth generation of spiritual guardians. From today on, you are the ninth generation of spiritual guardians. You must fulfill the last wishes of your predecessors and return all the souls in the secret chamber to the Central Plains!
Chapter completed!