All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

The county lieutenant's eyes were fixed on the yellow scarf general in front of him. Even if he risked his life, he would drag this leader with him on the road!

But as soon as this thought came up, the county captain suddenly realized that someone was coming from behind!

Oops!

He forgot about the rangers on the city gate tower!

When the county captain reacted, a sharp sword had already passed straight through his back.

The county lieutenant endured the severe pain and reached out to hold the tip of the sword to prevent the opponent from drawing the sword directly. He turned his head to look at the strong man holding the sword with wide eyes.

"King! Big! Win!"

"Zheng County Lieutenant, did you ever think you would be where you are today?" Wang Dasheng sneered.

County Lieutenant Zheng opened his mouth and was about to say something, but all he saw was his head flying up, blood spurting out from the fracture like a spring, and then his vision was shocked.

"Boom."

This was the sound of a head being chopped off and falling to the ground.

His sight was fixed on the ground. Wu Fu's tenacious vitality enabled Lieutenant Zheng to retain the last ray of clear consciousness when his body and head were separated.

Although this is not a good thing.

Because it caused him more pain.

Chu Yan casually shook the blood on the long knife and asked Wang Dasheng: "Is this the gate of Pingding County that you opened?"

"I am the one who reported back to the master."

"That's fine. There were a few seats missing on the mountain the other day, so you can take people to sit up there."

Chu Yan's words determined the merits of Wang Dasheng and his group. As the leader of these thousands of Black Mountain bandits, Chu Yan knew that those who have merit must be rewarded, and those who have committed crimes must be punished.

Wang Dasheng was overjoyed when he heard that Chu Yan had accepted the reward.

He didn't hesitate to completely ruin his reputation. Didn't he just want such a happy and happy life in the mountains?

Of course, he didn't have a good reputation to begin with.

"Wang Dasheng, right? Tell your men to remember to tie up the yellow scarves, otherwise the harmony between the brothers will be ruined." Chu Yan specifically warned the other party.

After all, this Black Bandit is still a Yellow Turban Army in name only.

On the other hand, it is also to prevent accidental injuries. After all, these bandits belong to different bosses, and most of them have no overlap.

In order to prevent this group of people from killing even their own people, Chu Yan specially made such a rule.

"Thank you, Master, for reminding me. I'll give you the order now." Wang Dasheng responded respectfully, clasping his fists.

"Okay, there is no need to be polite. We are brothers after joining the Yellow Turban Army. The gold and silver of the women in the city are still waiting for us to come and collect them in person."

Chu Yan laughed loudly and walked directly to the city.

Wang Dasheng glanced at the brothers behind him, tied the yellow scarf he had prepared earlier on his head, and followed Chu Yan inside.

High in the sky, invisible to this group of people.

Wang Yu's projection was still watching everything calmly. For Old Demon Zhen Yu, a life without value was not worthy of his pity.

To die is to die.

He has seen too many lives lost due to kindness over the past hundreds of years.

In the true underworld world of cultivating immortals, everyone is desperately trying to climb up, no matter how many people they kill, it doesn't matter.

As long as you can survive.

Even if they eventually fall to the thunderstorm, they will continue to kill.

Just live longer than everyone else.

As one of the outstanding ones, Zhen Yu Lao Mo's views were naturally polished to the point of deviating from the ordinary, although this was already the result of Wang Yu's efforts to restrain himself.

Only in this way can Wang Yu still maintain part of his nature as a "human being".

However, it is obvious that the proportion of conscience in the remaining human nature is not high. It only keeps Wang Yu from becoming a murderous madman, and naturally it does not prevent him from being indifferent to other people's lives.

Those who kill will not die, and those who live will not live.

This is the conclusion that Wang Yu has come to after hundreds of years of demonic practice. Those righteous heroes who talked about the scene have more or less died in front of the old demon Zhen Yu.

"But killing is really boring. When can I truly reach the other side of transcendence?" Wang Yu's eyes reflected the firelight igniting everywhere in the city.

This group of thousands of Black Mountain bandits broke into Pingding County like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

They easily broke open the doors of those high-rise courtyards, killed the gentry's guardians, and then began to plunder the gold and silver treasures of those wealthy families.

Of course, those pretty women will not let go.

Faced with the sudden intrusion of the Yellow Turban Army into his home, the middle-aged man only had time to protect his wife and daughter behind him.

"Grandpa Yellow Turban Army, please spare our family. You can take whatever gold and silver you have at home."

He kowtowed hard to the other party.

Even though the body of his servant lay not far away, the middle-aged man still held on to his last unrealistic fantasy.

All this is done is to ask the other party to be merciful and only take gold and silver without harming anyone's life.

But he was obviously wrong.

How could these vicious thieves care about his pleas?

This group of Black Mountain thieves who have lost their most basic conscience have long been murderous people, and they will not stop their evil deeds just because of the words of a middle-aged man.

"Go away, don't delay your grandpa while I do my business!" The strong man obviously didn't like the behavior of middle-aged men.

After the Black Bandit kicked him away, the wife and daughter who had been covered by the man were revealed. The Yellow Turban Army couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he saw the two beautiful women, one big and one small.

"Good boy, you are so lucky."

"Grandpa, please spare our family!" The man who was kicked to the ground looked at the man pleadingly.

Unfortunately, the other party did not pay attention to the man's words. Instead, he shouted towards the door: "Come two brothers, there are two women here, let's enjoy it together!"

"coming!"

"It's easy to talk about. How can you miss such a good thing?"

The middle-aged man looked sad when he heard this, and his wife was so frightened that she hugged her daughter and was speechless.

"Daddy, I'm so scared."

This girl of twelve or thirteen years old already knew what was going to happen next. Her voice was full of despair and fear, and her body was trembling.

"Grandpa, please, please spare our family. Just take whatever you want. Once you showed mercy, I will build a shrine for you in the future. Our whole family will remember your kindness."

The man kept kowtowing to the strong man.

It's a pity that the other party didn't even look at the man. The strong man winked at the several Black Mountain thieves who walked in:

"This little girl's skin is quite tender. She must be a baby. It looks like we brothers are very lucky."

"You must be a brother who is loyal enough to call us when something good happens!"

After hearing the words of several people, the woman shed tears in her eyes. She glanced at her trembling daughter in her arms, and begged the other person in her heart:

"Don't hurt my daughter, I can do anything."

Before the woman could finish speaking.

The man struggled to stand up and tried to fight the yellow scarf thief, but he was kicked away again.

"Husband!"

"Daddy!"

The Black Mountain thief stared at the middle-aged man coldly. He no longer wanted to write any more: "It's such a hindrance. It seems you are not lucky enough to watch my brothers enjoy it."

The head of the family collapsed to the ground and looked at the yellow scarf thief approaching with a knife. He was filled with grief and anger. He just wanted to protect his wife and daughter!

"God! Can't you open your eyes and look at us! Why? Why have I ended up in this situation after doing good deeds throughout my life?

Whoever it is, please come and save us, please. God, can you open your eyes once and save us? "

The man who had fallen into true despair cried out.

The strong man laughed loudly when he heard this, as if he had heard some big joke. He taunted the middle-aged man: "No one can save you."

A sudden burst of thunder interrupted the strong man's words.

At the same time, there was an emotionless sentence that resounded in everyone's mind: "Anyone who pretends to respect Huang Tian and causes trouble in all directions will die!"