Chapter Nine Hundred and Ninety-Five: Passive Pretense

"Lord mayor! It's not good..."

"People from the Seven Immortals Sect are coming!"

"Run!"

It was chaos outside.

Whoosh whoosh!

It sounded like the sound of arrows flying from a crossbow.

There was another scream from outside.

This happened too suddenly, as soon as someone shouted that someone from the Seven Immortals Sect was coming to kill them, they started doing it there, without even saying a word about the scene of robbery or murder.

"Great Immortal, save the secret town!" Song Changlong suddenly knelt down in front of Ning Tao.

Ning Tao walked out immediately.

Although he has got rid of the relationship with the tripod of good and evil, he cannot give up his identity as a natural middleman between good and evil. If someone does evil, he must be punished. If someone does good deeds, he will have Yang Shan. Punishing evil and promoting good is also his path of practice.

"Quick! Follow up!" Song Changlong hurriedly got up and followed.

A roomful of respectable people could not go away, only his disciples and the immortals from the small town of Secret Realm went out.

When Ning Tao walked out of the gate, the street was already empty, and there were more than a dozen corpses left on the ground. The dead were all old people, women and children, because they were not flexible enough to run fast or hide.

On the other side of the street, a ferocious beast walked slowly.

That strange beast has short wings, double horns, curly tail, protruding eyes, fangs, and a tuft of golden mane on its lower jaw. There was a man sitting on the back of the beast, wearing a golden armor, with long hair tied into a single braid, with fair skin and a handsome face, but it gave people a very sinister feeling.

The strange beast was followed by twenty iron cavalry, all of whom wore silver armor and held spears, crossbows, axes and swords, all of them were murderous.

Those horses were not simple either. They were red all over, had wings on their backs, and their legs were covered with cloud patterns.

"Husband, that's Pixiu, you have to be careful! And those horses are flying horses, which cannot be controlled by ordinary people, and those knights are also immortals." Nanmen Xunxian's heartfelt voice came.

Ning Tao nodded his head, but he wasn't too afraid of the Pixiu.

The guardian of a small town in a secret realm, a mortal sun dragon, a natural middleman between good and evil, an authentic immortal, would he be afraid of a wild beast? What's more, he still has a real dragon dragon spirit on his body! As for those flying horses and knights on horseback, he didn't even pay attention to them.

Song Changlong and his daughter came to Ning Tao's side, both of them looked very nervous.

"Great Immortal, the leader...is Yingren, whose Tao name is Wuliang Mountain Lord, and the seventh eldest in the Seven Immortals Sect." Song Changlong's voice trembled slightly, apparently because he was terribly afraid of Yingren.

"Master, the Seven Immortals Gate is located on Fengxian Mountain three hundred miles to the east, and their sphere of influence covers thousands of miles. They burn, kill, loot, and do all sorts of evil. They come to collect taxes every month, one thousand cents at a time, They took away all the money we made." Song Qingyin made an addition, looking very angry, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, she is not as afraid as her father.

This is not Song Changlong's cowardice, just a Pixiu in the opponent's camp can make most people fear. After all, it is barely considered the existence of a divine beast, and it is not something that ordinary little Sanxian can deal with.

Ning Tao frowned: "Stealing money is already too much, killing people as soon as it comes, this is even wanting life, it's too much!"

Song Qingyin said: "Ordinary people are worse than pigs and dogs in their eyes. In the past, they occasionally killed people, but they only killed one or two old and weak, strong swords and a few women, but this time even children Kill... Maybe it's because we didn't pay enough 1,000 taxes last month."

At this moment, Pixiu's sad Yingren said, "Song Changlong, are you ready for the money?"

Song Changlong bit the bullet and said, "My lord, isn't it time yet? I did the math, and there are still seven days..."

Yingren suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"