Chapter 62: Dragon Rider Massacre

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

A strand of hair fell into Zhou Yi's hand.

The earth evil clone technique can use an object on the body to turn into a clone. Fighting, confusing the enemy, and escaping are all superior magical powers.

Qin Qiong, who just showed up, is the clone, with a strength of approximately 1,200 years of Taoism.

"Brother Monkey plucks out a single strand of hair and blows out ten thousand monkeys. What a noble act it must be!"

Zhou Yi now has up to ten clones, and the more clones he has, the lower his strength is and the more difficult it is to control.

Recalling the battle with the evil Buddha, Zhou Yi, who had been a little proud, quickly became cautious again.

The evil Buddha's strength far exceeds that of the first level, but he can only preach secretly, so he must be afraid.

"This evil Buddha said that true immortals only have a lifespan of a thousand years, and also claimed to be immortal. I don't know where it came from. Is there really a way to immortality in the world?"

Zhou Yi was very interested in the method of immortality, but he would not deal with the evil Buddha. He saw many monks who fell into the abyss step by step and became demons.

Many of the monks killed in the execution chamber were from a righteous background. They could not help but be tempted and fell into the trap of demons. In the end, there was no way back.

"I wouldn't believe it if Da Gan didn't have a super first-class man in charge. Lao Zhang has lived a long life and has seen a lot, so I have the opportunity to talk to him!"

Zhou Yi blew gently, and the hair turned into ten figures, different in height, short, fat, thin, male, female, old and young.

Each face is pinched one by one, and the image is set according to the memory of the previous life, and its character spells are necessary for future home travels.

I have been slaying demons for more than ten years. I don't have many top-notch magical powers, but there are many ordinary spells. One set for each clone is more than enough.

"Zhouyi came out of Hengyang, sat firmly in the demon-slaying tent, used the clone technique, and wandered around!"

Zhou Yi kneaded all the clones and continued to put them away until any clone could be transformed into a single thought.

Then he started practicing manipulation again, focusing on different tasks.

Four of the clones gathered together for a mahjong table, and the other two clones stood behind the four of them and read the cards. They started to quarrel as they watched.

Until early morning.

The golden rooster croaks and the morning sun rises.

Zhou Yicai slightly mastered the control of the clone, and his head was buzzing, as if ten people were quarreling.

"Playing like this can easily lead to schizophrenia!"

After strolling around for breakfast, we came to Luji Restaurant.

Master Lu is frying fried dough sticks. The color is golden and the aroma is fragrant, which arouses the greedy people in Zhouyi.

"Master Lu, give me half a catty."

"okay!"

Master Lu looked up and saw Zhou Yi, with an unnatural look on his face.

"Eh? Buddha amulet... Master Lu, are you still chanting sutras?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. The death of Shopkeeper Liu of the cloth shop last night wasn't enough of a lesson to learn from the past?

"Mr. Zhou, you are a wealthy man and cannot understand us ordinary people."

Master Lu's tone was pleading: "I usually get up early and work hard at night, earning some money, and mostly paying the rent. For me, this is a Buddhist scripture or a heretical scripture. It can make me strong and not get sick and take medicine." , how can you care about anything else?”

"Um……"

Zhou Yi shook his head and left with the fried dough sticks.

The only disease in the world that cannot be cured is the disease of poverty!

Monster Slayer Division.

Zhou Yi took advantage of the early morning when no one was around and escaped into the prison to kill the demons.

The dream of firearms is over, but data on the body of demons is still being collected.

Record the physical weaknesses, natural spells, racial characteristics, etc. of each monster race from the ninth to the fourth level, and compile it into a "Monster Search".

The Book of Changes will infer some methods of catching and eliminating demons based on the memory when they were captured, and recorded them in it.

The torturers said they were targeting civilians, and those who searched for demon records were human monks.

"It's not appropriate to make a gun, but there's no problem in compiling a book, right?"

As a result, the demon clan in the prison was in great misfortune.

I thought that if I joined the Demon Slaying Division, I would die anyway, and I would be able to eat people again after eighteen years.

Who would have thought that after encountering a perverted executioner, he could still breathe a sigh of relief after being tortured to such a degree that he became a monster.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have been greedy..."

When many monsters are dying, they can't help but remind themselves that they have been reincarnated and hidden in the mountains without coming out.

…

Village along the river.

The seal was affixed to Yuan Yuan's outer house, but no one wiped away the red and green blood stains on the ground.

Many villagers who made a fortune by raising spider monsters cursed Yuan Yuan by name. If he hadn't taught him the magic method and spread the spider monsters, their lives would have been in danger!

The villagers were exhausted after working hard all night, and most of them were fast asleep.

Several of the clan chiefs with big surnames gathered together to discuss what to do with the village in the future.

It is impossible to farm, and it is impossible to farm in this life. Once you have made quick money, it is difficult to go back to the past.

Moreover, by intimidating the Demon-Slaying Captain, he had just overcome the immediate difficulty. The most troublesome thing was the tribute from the palace.

The villagers in Yanhe Village are arrogant and domineering. The silk and satin weaved by the spider demon silk are liked by the nobles in the palace and feared by the officials.

The nobles in the palace don't care whether you keep a spider demon or not. They only care about beautiful silks and satins. They make you unhappy. With just one sentence, you can be accused of feeding a demon with a human even if you have never committed a crime!

"We can no longer raise the spider demon. The Demon Slayer Department has designated us to keep a close watch on it!"

"Then what should I do? If I can't hand over the silk, I won't get any good results."

"It's all Yu Laoer's fault. They said it would be enough to steal some refugees and feed them during the disaster years. They have to kill people!"

"Didn't your old Zhang family kill him? The official sent him here a month ago. Don't say you forgot!"

"Why are you arguing? Let's talk about business!"

suddenly.

Dong dong dong——

The ground shook and the water in the tea cup on the table rippled.

When the sound became clearer and clearer, and the faint neighing of horses was heard, it was realized that it was the sound of horse hooves tapping the ground.

Several leaders came out of the house and saw hundreds of dragon-scaled black-armored cavalrymen, led by a young man in white, surrounding the village.

The young man was eighteen or nineteen years old, with phoenix eyes and clothes whiter than snow. He looked at the villagers awakened by the cavalry with an expressionless face and a voice as cold as ice.

"Feeding the monster with humans, kill them all!"

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

The cavalrymen roared and rushed into the village like a black torrent.

The swords flashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Wherever they passed, no grass grew.

The dragon cavalrymen were the elite under the command of the dragon cavalry general Xu Fengxian. They practiced the martial arts of killing in the army and used secret medicine to refine their bodies, comparable to the ninth-grade warriors.

Facing the blades of the cavalrymen, the villagers did not even have the courage to escape. They just waited for the cavalrymen to rush past them, bringing up a head and blood rushing to the sky.

"Ah!"

"Wow..."

"My child..."

"Don't kill me!"

Screaming, crying, cursing, begging, blood splattering, corpses falling to the ground...

Mixed with the sound of galloping horses and blades cutting flesh, it became a noisy clamor.

The young man in white shook the reins gently, and the dragon-scaled horse slowly moved forward in the pool of blood, like a young man strolling in the war.

"Who are you... why..."

A villager who was stabbed in the chest was not dead yet. He hugged his headless wife and children and questioned the young man.

"Dragon Cavalry Captain, Xu Ye."

Xu Ye's knife flashed in his hand and helped the villagers end their pain.

There were more than 300 households and thousands of people in Yanhe Village. The dragoons rushed back and forth, leaving only a few hiding in the wells and cellars.

The dragoons did not search one by one, but spread bundles of dry firewood and set them on fire everywhere.

Most of the buildings in the village were made of wood, and the weather was dry, so the fire burned the entire camp in an instant.

In the sea of ​​fire, there were wailing sounds, and faintly saw human-shaped flames running.

Xu Ye watched for a long time, turned around and rode away.

Hundreds of dragoons were silent, and the team was neat and orderly, following Xu Ye towards Luojing.

Not long after the dragoons left, officials and runners in various costumes came to check, some sighed, some were happy, and some were angry, with different expressions.