Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Dao Qing and others who were hiding nearby suddenly turned pale.

If they wanted to destroy this small village, it would only be a matter of waving their hands.

Seeing that they had taken action against Ye Wudao, Dao Qing and others immediately had murderous intentions.

At this moment, Ye Wudao's voice came from the summons token.

"There is no need to take action, don't underestimate Wangyao City's methods. Our identities need to be disguised and we need an excuse to sneak into Wangyao City openly."

Yes, Ye Wudao's patience had a purpose. He could actually wait for the Feng Dao man to come, then catch him directly and interrogate him for some useful information.

But if he did this, he felt that it would be counterproductive. He needed an identity as a disguise to break into the interior of Wangyao City.

If they don't do this, sooner or later a powerful demon will discover them. Even if they are very strong and can hide their aura and cultivation, no matter how they hide, they will still be invisible to those who are higher in realm than them. How useful.

Dao Qing and others obeyed Ye Wudao's order and did not stop him.

At the entrance of the village, the villagers were extremely worried about Ye Wudao's condition. Ye Wudao was experienced and successfully faked his injuries, making him look like he was indeed dying.

Not everyone is as cold and heartless as the big man. The villagers are still kind and full of flesh and blood.

However, the big man did not ask everyone to lend a helping hand, but spoke indifferently.

"If he is a cultivator, he will not die so easily. And if he is a cultivator, with our ability, we can't save him. We all need elixirs and so on. Let's just leave him here and wait for Feng Taoist to come. ”

The villagers looked at each other and had no choice but to obey the order.

…

Late at night, the lights are still burning in the village, and the forest outside is dark, making it look like a lighthouse in the dark deep sea.

At the entrance of the village, the villagers prayed to the sky, hoping for good luck.

Whoops!

A gust of dark wind suddenly blew up, and a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the villagers in the dark night.

In an instant, the village became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop. There was only the sound of howling wind, and it was cold and cold.

The shadow slowly changed and turned into a blue-robed Taoist. He had a white beard and deep wrinkles on his face, but his dark eyes were bright.

The next moment, all the villagers knelt down.

Frightened voices sounded one after another.

"Meet Feng Taoist."

Feng Daoren glanced at Ye Wudao hanging on the wooden pillar, narrowed his eyes, and asked lightly: "Where does this person come from?"

The big man who ordered Ye Wudao to be tied up hurriedly said: "Immortal, he came from outside the village. After he came here, he was already dying."

Feng Daoren looked at Ye Wudao with a strange look in his eyes.

You must know that there are many big demons nearby, and it is difficult for injured cultivators to escape from those big demons.

Of course, we can't rule out luck. Some cultivators have experienced some kind of battle and escaped here.

After pondering for a moment, he temporarily put Ye Wudao's matter aside and spoke coldly to the villagers.

"Your Majesty allowed you to live because your Majesty sympathized with you, but the village in front of you didn't know what was good or bad, and sent people out to become immortals?"

The villagers trembled.

The Feng Taoist snorted coldly and said indifferently: "This time, just like in previous years, some people will be sacrificed, but the number will be larger, twenty."

Twenty?

There are only about a hundred people in the entire village. If you want to go to twenty...

Immediately, the villagers cried softly, but they did not dare to raise objections. Apparently they had learned from the past, and those villagers who had resisted had been killed.

"When you're ready, just go to the old place and throw the person into the river."

Feng Daoren didn't bother to talk nonsense with them. He grabbed Ye Wudao from the air with one palm, grabbed Ye Wudao into his hand, and then whispered softly.