Chapter 1701 Disturbing Heresy

After the people around were stunned for a while, they looked at Han Yu with amusement. No one felt angry because Han Yu made the old Shiba look ugly, but looked at Han Yu with gloating and compassionate eyes.

"Little brother, get out of here quickly, quickly!" the old man said anxiously, his voice trembling.

"Who are these people?" Han Yu asked lightly.

"You don't even know about them?" The old man said in astonishment, "They are the famous Eighteen Riders of Motian. These nine are the Silver Nine Riders, and the Golden Nine Riders are not here."

"What's the background of the Eighteen Riders in the Sky?" Han Yu asked.

The old man looked at Han Yu strangely, wondering if this man had just walked out of the deep mountains and old forests, and said: "The Eighteen Riders of Zoutian, from the Tianyu of Zoutian, are famous for their cruelty and iron blood, and were killed by them There are countless people, but since their debut, they have never failed. If you offend them today, they will never let it go. Listen to my advice and leave quickly. The sooner the better, the farther the better. Meet them again."

After the old man finished speaking, he left first, and fled in despair.

Although he didn't offend Zoutian Shibaqi, but he stood with Han Yu, afraid of being hated by Zoutian Shibaqi. At this time, the old man felt extremely regretful, and he knew that he would not pull Han Yu just now.

Seeing that the old man disappeared after a few flashes, Han Yu couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly. The others are far away from Han Yu, for fear of being implicated by Han Yu.

"Eighteen riders in the sky?" Han Yu smiled lightly, and walked into Happy City.

"Damn it, did this kid get kicked in the head by a donkey, and the 18th rider is inside, is he going in to seek death?"

"Judging from his words just now, he should be a fledgling. Poor, he just got out of the mountain and provoked people who shouldn't be provoked. He deserves death!"

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Everyone pointed at Han Yu. In their opinion, Han Yu's entry into Happy City was undoubtedly a death.

Han Yu felt sorry for them. They had no dignity at all just now, but they didn't dare to say a bad word about him, but laughed at Han Yu there.

Han Yu was too lazy to compete with these ants and walked straight into the city.

The streets are wide, the ground is solid, and there are many buildings on both sides. Many doors have been opened, but there is no one inside. Han Yu walked into a weapons shop and found that the owner of the weapon shop was a middle-aged couple who had passed away forever in bed. It seemed that they died suddenly at night.

The two of them had no injuries at all, no external injuries or internal injuries, the Niwan palace was empty, and their souls died of silence.

Han Yu went to the next house, and the death was exactly the same as that of the couple.

Han Yu inspected more than a dozen corpses one after another, and came to a conclusion that these people died of being wiped out of their souls in an instant.

Among these people, there are weak people in the realm of Tianwu, and there are strong people in the realm of Wuhuang, but all of them are in this state of death.

"Only a saint has the ability to wipe out the souls of millions of people in an instant. But why does a high-ranking saint attack so many weak people? This is a massacre!" Han Yu couldn't figure out why the saint would do this.

Killing millions of souls overnight is something against the peace of nature, as long as it is a normal person, it will not do it.

Han Yu walked into a relatively high-standard medicinal material shop. There were many medicinal materials on the display shelves, but there was no one there. Han Yu glanced casually and saw several precious medicinal herbs and a strange red flower sealed in a transparent box, which made Han Yu frowned.

This kind of flower is as red as blood and covered with sharp thorns. It is called "Blood Sees the Soul", and it is a kind of poison. If the soul is taken away, even the gods can't save it.

"The souls of the people in this city were not obliterated, but were taken away?" Seeing the soul without flowers made Han Yu think of another possibility.

"Tian Lao once said that there is a kind of evil heretics who specialize in extracting other people's souls for cultivation. It’s just that it’s already extinct in the cultivation world. If someone who practiced "Devil Soul Dafa" is really born, there will be another bloody storm in the cultivation world!" Han Yu sighed secretly, wrinkled tightly I frowned.

Tian Lao also said that because Qi Tianshi's soul is stronger than ordinary people, people who practice "Devil Soul Dafa" will specifically target people from Qitian's lineage, and they can be said to be the sworn enemy of Qitian's lineage.

"It seems that we have to go to the Wind Clan as soon as possible to get them ready." Han Yu turned and left.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in from outside the door and blocked Han Yu's way. It was the old eighteen of Zoutian's eighteen riders.

"You are so brave, how dare you come to steal the treasures of my Fengyun Holy Land!" Old Eighteen's mouth slanted, with a touch of coldness.

"It's really stingy to open only such a small medicine shop in the dignified Fengyun Holy Land!" Han Yu said coldly, quite ironically.

He didn't think that the medicine shop was owned by Fengyun Holy Land, the other party obviously wanted to find a reason to attack him.

"You dare to insult my Fengyun Holy Land, you are looking for death!" The old eighteen was furious, the spear in his hand stabbed out suddenly, and several horses rushed out from his arm, turning into a giant python and wrapping around the spear, causing The power of the spear instantly soared.

"boom!"

The void in front of Han Yu couldn't bear the terrifying coercion of the spear, and it exploded directly, causing thunder on the ground. A terrifying air wave swept over, like a wind knife, cutting Han Yu into pieces.

But when they reached one meter away from Han Yu, those wind knives were quietly resolved. But the long spear hit Huanglong straight, piercing Han Yu's chest.

Just the chilling aura and the coercion of the saint are enough to make countless people terrified. However, Han Yu didn't change his face, he stretched out his right hand and patted the spear directly.

"Overestimate yourself!" Seeing that Han Yu chose to catch his spear with his bare hands, the old eighteen couldn't help sneering.

Looking around the world, the person who can receive his blow with bare hands has not yet been born.

"boom!"

The palm and the spear collided, and the air wave formed between the two exploded in an instant, hitting the two of them fiercely.

Old Shiba only felt a terrifying force attacking like a flood, his arms were numb, and his feet couldn't help stepping back a few steps. Every time he stepped down, he had to step on the ground. A huge deep pit came out, and after three feet stepped on it, the whole room collapsed. Bricks, tiles, beams and other objects were bounced off Han Yu's body before he got close, and Han Yu stood there, motionless.

"Are you a mid-stage Martial Saint?" Old Eighteen stared at Han Yu in disbelief.

Han Yu looked at Old Eighteen calmly with his hands behind his back, which made Old Eighteen even more turbulent. He couldn't imagine what kind of a powerful person it was that could take his full-strength shot so easily.

What he didn't realize was that Han Yu's hand behind his back trembled slightly, and the weak brilliance flowed on the palm, and the injury was healing rapidly.