Chapter 709: Encirclement and Suppression of the Celestial God Cult

The Great God looked at the four Ning'an soldiers with disdain, "You are worthy of fighting with me?"

The four were full of anger. If they had a musket now, they would have shot this bastard.

The four looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and rushed towards the Great God again.

They were ordered to protect Liang Anzhi and must not let the prince down.

The Great God sneered, "Amitabha, you are sinning heavily, I will send you to paradise early."

After saying that, the Zen stick in his hand flew up and down.

Bang! ! !

One of them was hit on the head by the Zen stick, flew out and hit the stone wall on the spot, and then fell to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

The other three saw this, their eyes were bloodshot.

But they were no match for the Great God at all, and they were all knocked to the ground by the Zen stick, with broken bones and tendons, and it was difficult to get up.

The Great God smiled cruelly.

He stared at Liang Anzhi, "This god knows what you are thinking? One of your servants is missing. Are you waiting for him to call for help?

Let me tell you that your servant has fallen into the mountain stream while being chased by my people and has already reached paradise!"

The servant who fell into the mountain stream that the great god said was the Ning'an soldier who risked his life to deliver the message.

He did fall into the mountain stream, but he did not die. He broke a leg and had many injuries on his body, but with his strong will, he still brought the message out.

Liang Anzhi looked at the dead Ning'an soldier with sad eyes.

The great god said: "Sir Liang, this god has limited patience. Finally, I will ask you one question. Will you hand over the silver or not?

You should learn from Sir Ji, who has donated all his wealth and become my most loyal believer."

Liang Anzhi said angrily: "I have already returned the silver to the people...Evil monk, you have done many evil things, and King Zheng will never let you go."

The great god's face suddenly sank, and his eyes were cruel.

"It seems that you are not willing to accept my offer. Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish... I will burn your sins with fire."

The Great God turned around and shouted, "Come here!"

Several believers walked into the cave.

The Great God said, "These people have committed serious sins and brought disaster to Qingzhou... They must apologize to the gods with their lives."

Liang Anzhi and three injured Ning'an soldiers were taken out of the cave.

On an open space, there were several wooden stakes.

Liang Zhian and his men were tied to the stakes, and firewood was piled around them.

The Great God came to Liang Zhian, "Sir Liang, I will give you one last chance. Hand over the silver in your hand, and I will spare your life!"

"Pah..."

Liang Anzhi showed no fear and spat directly.

The Great God's eyes were cold, he wiped the spit from his face, stepped back a few steps, and put his hands together: "Amitabha, Liang Anzhi, you are the parent official of Qingzhou, but you have amassed wealth, disregarded human lives, and bullied the people.

Your various evil deeds have caused the dissatisfaction of the heaven, so it snowed heavily.

Today, this god will use the divine fire to purify your sins, pray for forgiveness from the heaven, and give the poor people of Qingzhou a way to live."

The Great God's eyes were ferocious and cruel, he slowly raised his hands, then suddenly dropped them, and shouted: "Light the fire!"

Several believers holding torches were about to light the fire, ready to burn Liang Anzhi and others to death.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Several believers who were about to light the fire were shot directly by sharp arrows, and the torches fell to the ground.

The Great God's face suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look. He didn't know when a group of people appeared in the distance, and it was estimated that there were thirty or forty people.

But soon, the Great God breathed a sigh of relief.

Just thirty or forty people, he didn't take it seriously.

Ning Chen stared coldly at the situation in the distance, his eyes locked on the Great God.

He led the Ning'an Army to sneak over, intending to secretly rescue Liang Anzhi and others first, and then send troops to annihilate these cultists.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, he saw Liang Anzhi and others were almost sacrificed to the sky.

Whoosh!!!

A whistle arrow flew into the air with a sharp sound.

"Old Pan, keep an eye on that bald donkey, don't let him run away!"

Pan Yucheng nodded.

"Ning'an Army, protect Lord Liang and others with arrows."

"Follow me to kill!"

Ning Chen led the Ning'an Army to rush over.

The Great God sneered and reached out to take the bell from the maid next to him.

Clang clang clang!!!

The bell rang, and the believers around him went crazy.

"Kill them all for me!"

The bell in the Great God's hand pointed at Ning Chen and others who were rushing over.

The crazy believers roared and rushed out.

The Great God sneered disdainfully, "They can find this place, these people are quite capable... Unfortunately, with so few people, what can they do to me?"

But his face changed soon.

The two sides collided like a torrent.

At the first sight, his believers fell down like wheat being cut.

This group of people held strange weapons, like iron rods, and had strong fighting power, and they smashed his believers' heads.

With one stick, his believers' heads burst and died on the spot.

The Great God's face was gloomy, and he murmured, "Who are these people?"

"You dead bald donkey, you are dead... These are the Ning'an Army under the command of King Zheng."

A Ning'an Army soldier tied to a pillar said with a sneer.

The Great God's face changed suddenly. Could it be that Ning Chen is here?

Before he could ask, he heard the sound of killing in his ears.

Countless soldiers rushed from a distance and joined the battle.

It was the Southern Border Army.

The sentinel arrow just now was to notify the Southern Border Army.

The Great God's face changed completely.

At this moment, he suddenly found that a tall young man led a group of people to fight his way through the blood, cut through his army of believers, and headed straight for him.

Especially the young man, his speed was so fast that he was flying on the ground.

The Great God's eyes were fierce, and he wanted to take Liang Anzhi as a hostage.

But before he could make any move, a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded.

A cold light flashed in the air.

He dodged in a hurry, and the woman holding the small shrine behind him flew backwards directly, with a dagger stuck in her chest.

When he came to his senses, the young man with a murderous face had already arrived in front of him, and the strange weapon in his hand fell towards him like lightning.

The Great God reflexively raised his Zen stick to block.

Clang! ! !

The rebar hit the Zen stick without any fancy, and a sharp metal clanging sound broke out.

The Great God was shocked and took several steps back. His staff almost slipped out of his hand, his knuckles were broken, and his arms lost consciousness.

He was shocked, "Who are you?"

"You are blind. You don't even know the King of Daxuan Town... How dare you call yourself a god?"

A Ning'an soldier tied to a pillar sneered.

The Great God's face suddenly changed, and he was shocked beyond words. A look of fear appeared on his face.

Is this the famous King of Daxuan Town? I didn't expect him to be so young.

At this time, Pan Yucheng arrived and chopped at the Great God with a knife without any nonsense.

The Great God hurriedly retreated to avoid the knife.

Pan Yucheng was slightly startled, and then said coldly: "You are not bad, but just good!"

After speaking, he swung the knife again, and the knife skills were swift and sharp.