There are several nests of Evil Soul Master hidden deep in this area.
They did not dare to go close to the city and specifically targeted remote villages.
Kill a village, move to another place, and crawl around like rats.
"How far ahead?"
Wang Dong'er walks on the right side of Lin Yaoyang.
"You can reach it just by climbing over the ridge in front."
Lin Yaoyang didn't stop.
The four people walked for less than half an hour, climbed over the ridge, and saw a low-lying valley in front of them.
I saw the outline of another village in the distance.
There was no smoke, but there were people, and they heard screams.
"Quick!"
Lin Yaoyang flashed and flew out with Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao. Golden light flashed across the morning light.
Wang Dong'er released Light Goddess Butterfly wings, flapped them, and followed closely behind.
The village is not big, with only a few dozen households.
In the open space at the entrance of the village, seven or eight men in black robes were committing murder.
The leader was tall, with dark black Soul Power condensed in his hand, and smashed a man's chest with one palm.
Several men in black robes rushed into the house and dragged the hiding people out.
An old man clung to the door frame and refused to let go, and was kicked to the ground.
A child cried out and was lifted up by the neck by a man in black robes.
"Jiejiejie..."
"Run! You should run!"
A skinny Evil Soul Master laughed shrilly, holding a black-smelling short knife in his hand and gesticulating on a corpse.
"Don't rush to finish the killing. As mentioned above, we need to get more fresh blood food back."
"The goods in this village are good, better than the last village."
Another Evil Soul Master licked his lips.
Six or seven corpses were already lying on the open ground. More people were forced into corners. The elderly, women, and children were crowded together, with fear in their eyes.
The child who was picked up was still struggling, his little hands scratching in the air, and his face was red from holding back.
A golden sword fell from the sky.
There was no sound, no warning.
The golden sword light struck from mid-air, hitting Evil Soul Master, who was carrying the child, on the top of his head.
From the top of the head to the soles of the feet, the entire person was split in half.
Golden flames ignited from the incision and engulfed both halves of the body in the blink of an eye.
The child fell.
A white figure passed by and caught the child steadily.
Jiang Nannan fell to the ground, holding the child in one hand and wiping away the ashes on the child's face with the other.
"It's okay."
Wang Dong'er fell from the sky, butterfly wings spread out behind him, his hands condensed Soul Power, and a circle of purple Soul Ring rose from his feet.
Xiao Xiao Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron is suspended around him, with three small tripods slowly rotating, ready to take action at any time.
Lin Yaoyang stood in the middle of the open space, with Corona Sword lying in front of him.
The seven men in black robes were stunned on the spot.
The leader, Evil Soul Master, stared at Lin Yaoyang, his pupils constricted.
"You... who are you?"
Lin Yaoyang did not answer.
His eyes swept across the faces of the men in black robes, as if looking at seven dead bodies.
"Kill."
One word.
Wang Dong'er moved first.
"Butterfly God Slash!"
The butterfly wings shook, and she rushed into the enemy formation like a blue lightning.
The light blade of the butterfly wing flashed and passed through the side of the neck of a Evil Soul Master. The Evil Soul Master's eyes widened and he covered his neck. Blood gushed out from between his fingers. His body swayed and he fell to the ground.
Jiang Nannan put the child in a safe place, turned around, and rushed into the battle group.
Xiao Xiao and Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron are not idle either.
Three tripods were smashed out one after another.
Lin Yaoyang stood in the open space, Corona Sword hung on his side, watching quietly.
He is looking for the leader.
The Evil Soul Master with the severed hand took a few steps back, and the black Soul Ring rose from under his feet.
Two yellow, two purple and one black, five Soul Ring.
Or a Soul King?
He stared at Lin Yaoyang, his eyes fierce and alert.
"Boy, do you know who we are?"
Lin Yaoyang looked at him and said nothing.
"We are saints..."
His voice was stuck in his throat.
Because Lin Yaoyang appeared in front of him.
One second it was still several feet away.
The next second, Corona Sword's sword tip was already at his throat.
That Evil Soul Master didn't even see clearly how Lin Yaoyang moved.
"Holy what?"
Lin Yaoyang asked.
"Holy Spirit Cult?"
Evil Soul Master's face turned pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the tip of the sword on his throat prevented him from saying a word.
Lin Yaoyang looked at his face that was twisted with fear.
"No more? Then I'll send you on your way."
Corona Sword Send it forward.
The tip of the sword sank into his throat.
Golden flames ignited from the wound and engulfed the entire head in an instant. The body fell and turned into ashes before it hit the ground.
The remaining Evil Soul Master panicked when they saw that the leader was dead.
"Run!"
"Split up and run!"
Wang Dong'er The butterfly wings fluttered and caught up with one.
Jiang Nannan entangled one. Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron also knocked two out.
The last one saw that the situation was not good, turned around and ran out of the village.
Lin Yaoyang stood where he was, Corona Sword raised his hand and waved it casually.
A golden sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, passed through a distance of dozens of feet, and accurately hit the back of Evil Soul Master.
The man paused while running, and then his whole body ignited with golden flames from within and turned into a ball of fire.
The village became quiet.
The last one, Evil Soul Master, had his neck broken by Jiang Nannan and fell softly to the ground.
The battle is over.
Seven or eight Evil Soul Master, all killed.
Lin Yaoyang Put away Corona Sword and look around.
Golden flames burned on the corpses of several Evil Soul Master, burning those dirty things into ashes.
After a while, there were only scorched marks and scattered Storage Soul Tool on the ground.
The villagers huddled in the corner, huddled together, and no one dared to move.
Old people, women, children.
Most of the men had died in the open space, and the remaining few were injured and lying on the ground groaning.
They looked at Lin Yaoyang, looked at Wang Dong'er, looked at Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao.
There was no gratitude or joy in his eyes.
There is only fear, and a numbness that has been crushed repeatedly.
They didn't know who these young men fell from the sky, and they didn't know why they wanted to kill those men in black robes.
They only know that there must be a price for people in this world to be kind to them.
How could the noble lord and Lord Soul Master come to save them for no reason?
After a long time, an old man walked out of the crowd.
Probably their village chief.
His back was stooped, his clothes were as shabby as rags, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy.
He walked up to Lin Yaoyang, bent his legs, and knelt down.
"My lord..."
His voice was dry and hoarse, "Please... don't kill us... we can give you anything..."
Lin Yaoyang squatted down and held the old man's arm.
"Old man, get up."
The old man dared not move.
Lin Yaoyang didn't let go.
"Get up. I'm not here to kill you."
The old man raised his head, Lin Yaoyang's face reflected in his cloudy eyes.