I have an eternal eye

The backyard of Li Mansion suddenly became chaotic.

Seeing Li Jia being killed, all the life-killing cultists were stunned and instantly went crazy.

The Killing Cult is good at beguiling people's hearts. It will give people a taste of the sweetness in the early stage, but then it will use various means to control it, making people fall deeper and deeper into it.

Their mission is to protect Li Jia.

No one dared to ask why. They only knew that if Li Jia died, they would be punished.

The feeling of life being worse than death was not much better than that of Li Mao and his son. The only way was to capture the assassin.

Whoosh whoosh!

Crossbow arrows and darts came like a waterfall of rain.

No matter how good Zhang Biao's skills were, he was still a human being, so he couldn't resist. He rolled back to avoid it, and at the same time, three black pills hit Li Jia.

This is the Soul-Eating Mushroom Smoke Pill.

The snow was soft, but luckily there were bodies on the ground.

Bang bang bang!

The black pill exploded and smoke quickly filled the air.

The believers in front took just two puffs when they felt bored in their chests and dizzy. Figures appeared in front of them and attacked them.

"die!"

Long swords and short knives were waved, blood splattered everywhere, and with the sound of sharp blades penetrating flesh, several people actually started to fight each other.

"Be careful of smoke!"

Everyone behind quickly stopped.

They were just unprepared for a moment, but they were all messing around in the rivers and lakes, and no one was a fool, so they all retreated with weapons raised.

"It's a practitioner..."

One of the guards spoke with alert eyes.

Another person said angrily: "It's not like I haven't seen it before. Tell Master Mo quickly to get the hook and net, don't let anyone escape!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly calmed down.

Some people ran quickly to the side yard, some went to get the iron hook net, and the rest kept distance and raised their crossbows to be on guard.

There are many people in the Killing Cult who have learned techniques. Although they, the lower-level believers, have not yet started, they know how to deal with them.

No matter how strong today's monks are, they are still made of flesh and blood. If their true energy is exhausted, their spells cannot be used.

If you are caught in a hook and net, no matter how strong your body skills are, you can still be shot to death by random arrows.

Moreover, there is one person left in the mansion among the Seventy-Two Evils, but that person is gluttonous and lethargic, but he was lucky enough to awaken his innate magical power.

But as a containment, it is enough.

At this moment, the smoke had calmed down, and coupled with the strange laughter in Li Jia's small courtyard, the atmosphere seemed very strange.

Zhang Biao hid in the smoke and did not rush to take action, but stared at the ground.

He is now wearing a Nuo mask, and his vision is excellent even in the smoke.

On the snow, the mass of red threads gradually spread out and twisted like red nematodes.

What is this?

Zhang Biao was curious in his heart, but he was currently trapped in a tight siege. Every qi and energy was precious, so how could he dare to waste it randomly to explore something whose origin was unknown.

And this thing is not simple either.

Li Jia died and Hong Ji lost control.

With the strange laughter in the small courtyard behind him, the red thread kept twisting and wormed its way into Li Jia's body like a worm.

Suddenly, Li Jia's hands shook slightly.

Can this thing still possess people?

Just when Zhang Biao was surprised, a thin man in disheveled clothes ran up from a distance, smelling of alcohol, and angrily shouted: "You idiots, how can you let people die!"

When all the believers heard this, they all dared to get angry but dare not speak.

At the same time, several believers came over with iron hook nets and worked together to lift them, eager to try.

This thing is specially designed to deal with martial arts masters.

Once in the West Market, Chen Hou'er, who had excellent physical skills, was almost trapped by Wu Hou using this thing.

When the thin man saw this, he quickly said: "I forced the person out, you can see clearly."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and a ball of flame came out.

It is somewhat similar to the fire-flying magic of the Fire God Sect, but it is more powerful and turns into a rolling fireball.

Zhang Biao didn't care. What really alarmed him was that Li Jia's body climbed up in a weird posture under the control of the red line.

Backlash!

Zhang Biao knew what was going on at a glance.

All magic has its price, and backlash is one of them.

The beast control method will backfire, the spiritual beast will lose control and hurt people, the sword master will backfire, and the flying sword will bite the owner.

Li Jia used the magic of the Killing Sect: Call for Evil, but now the red evil came back and took away his body.

The wind and snow were blowing at the moment, and seeing the ecstasy smoke around him gradually fading away, Zhang Biao rolled his eyes, raised his left hand, and a cursed black light flew out.

He circled around and flew out from beside Li Jia, heading straight for the thin man controlling the fireball.

"Magic!"

The thin man was startled and pulled the killing cultist next to him to block him.

"ah!"

The unlucky cultist was cursed, black lines spread all over his body, and he screamed and rolled to the ground.

"Got you!"

The thin man ignored him, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he pulled his right hand to control the fireball to fall suddenly.

boom!

Flames flew everywhere, and Li Jia's body was hit. He made a strange roaring cry, ran for two steps, and fell to the ground, turning into charcoal.

"Caught!"

Hooks, nets and iron ropes were used to cover the head and face, and then arrows and darts roared in, shooting the corpse into a hedgehog.

call!

Hong Feng was stimulated, and in an instant, white mist rose from the ground and filled the entire garden.

The skinny man's expression changed, "No, retreat!"

However, it was already too late.

In the small courtyard at the back, red paper lanterns flew out one after another, and paper sedans, paper people, and horses poured out.

For a time, there was thick fog and flying snow, laughter and ghosts dancing all over the courtyard.

Bang!

A murderous cultist had no time to escape and was caught in the paper sedan chair. Then he lost his breath and fell to the ground...

A maid was so frightened that she waved her dagger wildly, unaware that a paper figure was lying behind her. Her face was pale and her eyes were glowing red.

Soon, the maid's eyes were dull and she fell to the ground without breathing.

"Everyone get out of here!"

The thin man also used his magical power, spitting out a ball of fire that circled around and flew towards the exit in the memory.

But the real god of death has just appeared.

Zhang Biao wore a Nuo mask on his head and flew towards him with both feet. With a sudden shake of his left wrist, the seductive rope whizzed out.

Wow…

The thin man only heard the sound of chains, and his neck was wrapped, and then a huge force came, pulling him to roll continuously in the snow.

Poof!

Before he could react, Zhang Biao had already turned his sword horizontally and passed by him.

Blood sprayed and heads flew up.

"Hehehehaha..."

Strange laughter sounded, and the paper man attacked from behind, but was immediately hit by a curse.

Black lines spread and pieces of paper flew.

Zhang Biao didn't even look, and rushed out with a horizontal knife.

The wind and snow are flying under your feet, and the light of the knife in your hand is flashing, sweeping, vertically slashing, sideways...

In the white mist, blood splashed and screams continued.

Soon, the believers suffered heavy casualties.

The remaining red paper figures were naturally focused on him, their red lights flashing, and they swarmed over laughing and joking.

Zhang Biao was excited to kill, his eyes were full of fierceness, he suddenly turned his head and took off the Hellfire Skeleton from his waist.

call!

Blue hell fire spurted out.

In an instant, the entire backyard turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The paper people were covered in blue fire and turned into ashes. The affected cultists also screamed and ran away, falling into the snow without moving.

In less than half a stick of incense, the entire Li Mansion was completely silent.

The fierce red and white mist quickly dissipated, leaving splatters of blood and charred corpses everywhere on the snow in the backyard.

Only Zhang Biao stood, wearing a ghost mask on his head, with blood dripping from Mo Wen Dao.

He swung the knife to get rid of the blood, put it back in its sheath, and strode to the left.

Perhaps it was the reason for Hong Feng's collapse. The aura of the red thread also faded, and it shrank into a ball without moving.

What the hell is this?

Zhang Biao intuitively felt that it was a treasure. He was about to check it with his spiritual eyes, but suddenly frowned and looked at the gate.

The place was already brightly lit and full of people.

Zhang Biao frowned, quickly wrapped the red thread ball with cloth, took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed up the courtyard wall, and disappeared into the wind and snow...

Outside the door, Jinwu guards continued to gather.

The watchman said tremblingly: "The villain came over and found that the door was open, no one was guarding it, and there were strange noises inside."

"Sir, what should I do?"

"It's the Li Mansion. General Chu said, no matter what the noise is in the Li Mansion, don't disturb it..."

The leader of the team had uncertain eyes and gritted his teeth: "If nothing happens, we will get scolded at most, but if something happens, we will all be unlucky!"

"Go in and search!"

With an order, the Jinwu Guards swarmed in.

Soon, they arrived at the back garden.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the leader of the Jinwu Guards was confused, "Damn, something big happened!"

clang! clang! clang!

A rapid gong sounded.

In the cities around Li Mansion, fire dragons gathered one after another, and almost all the bad guys from Jinwu Guard, Wuhou, and Jingzhao Mansion were dispatched to search for suspicious traces everywhere.

They know it's probably useless.

But when it comes to showing off, you have to do it right.

After all, Emperor Zhao Mian had doted on Li Guiren for ten years, and everyone knew how much trouble this was.

The Li Mansion is located in the northern city where dignitaries gather.

Soon, word spread quickly.

Some people sneered, some sneered, some were worried, and some had already begun to prepare a memorial.

"There's still one alive here!"

In the back garden of Li Mansion, an unconscious maid was dragged out of the grass by Jin Wuwei and slapped several times to wake her up.

"Tell me, who is the murderer?!"

The maid's face was full of fear and she said in a trembling voice: "It's a man in black with a ghost face on his head..."

In the darkness of the city in the distance, a group of people of different shapes stood quietly, and the leader was Xu Lingxu.

His face was twisted and there was fear in his eyes.

The man next to him whose face was full of scars said in a deep voice: "The news came from the internal affairs department that Li Jia is dead, and the person who did it was the descendant of Fang Xiangzong."

Behind him, a Confucian scholar with an upright appearance said: "That is the leader's parasitic fetus. Now we are in trouble..."

Bang!

Xu Lingxu turned around suddenly, kicked the Confucian scholar away, and yelled: "You're kidding, right?"

The square-faced scholar wiped the blood from his mouth and climbed up from the snow. There was no fear on his face and he sneered: "Xu, go and plead guilty to the leader by yourself. We are just here to help under orders, don't take it out on us." !”

Xu Lingxu's eyes flashed with blood and his face was ferocious, but when he saw the cold eyes of others, he suppressed his anger.

"You don't need to say anything!"

Although he and Right Protector have a respected position in the sect, and their strength is much higher than that of others, the Seventy-Two Evils are connected with the same energy, which is originally used by the sect leader to contain them.

If you fall out rashly, you may not be able to take advantage.

Thinking of this, Xu Lingxu took a deep breath and said, "I will go and apologize to the leader right now. You go and send a message to Chu Shiyuan. From now on, you will obey our instructions. If you don't obey, you will drive the Gu insects."

As he spoke, he threw out a small leather drum.

"Tell him, the murderer is Tai Sui!"