Unrivaled in Immortality

The next day, Wang Yong slowly opened his eyes when the sun was high in the sky.

After a night's rest, he felt much better.

Wang Yong got up from the bed and went to the window. He pushed the window open. The wind and snow rushed towards him, but Wang Yong was not affected.

The ground, the roofs, and even the mountains in the distance were all stained with a layer of white. There were very few pedestrians on the street at this moment.

Wang Yong closed the window and walked out of the room.

At this moment, the lobby on the first floor was very lively. Everyone was sitting around the table, drinking and eating meat happily.

Wang Yong asked for a pot of sake, found a seat near the window, and drank one cup after another.

At this time, he only heard the people at the table next to him looking out from time to time, and someone muttered: "It's almost here, it should be here soon."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be here."

"Don't worry, the rules of Tianqing Sect have never changed."

Wang Yong was also interested in their conversation. He looked outside the door, but saw nothing.

Just when Wang Yong wanted to use his spiritual sense to get more information, there was a noisy noise outside.

At this time, the people who were sitting and eating also looked outside.

They saw a group of people coming in a mighty manner.

The leaders were all wearing the unique blue disciple uniforms of the Tianqing Sect, holding a few ropes with spiritual light in their hands, and the other end of the ropes were tied with a few monks with disheveled hair.

Without exception, they were all abolished from cultivation, and were tied around the neck like a dog.

At the same time, there was a group of people following behind them, and they followed behind them in a mighty manner, with all kinds of expressions on their faces.

Some people looked sad, some had a smile on their faces, and some looked like they were watching the excitement.

Seeing this situation, the lively scene just now suddenly became silent, and some people even stood up and joined the mighty team, and the people at the table who were discussing just now also joined in.

Wang Yong followed because of curiosity, but he did not get too close to them, but always kept a distance.

The crowd walked like this, and from time to time someone joined the team. Unknowingly, they had arrived at the gate of the West City. When they went out of the city gate, they could see the White Beast Mountain Range.

The disciples of the Tianqing Sect brought a few people to the top of the city wall, and the crowd was of course not qualified to go up the city wall, so they went out of the city and came to the outside of the West City.

Many people here have been waiting for a long time.

At this time, the disciple of the Tianqing Sect also went up to the city wall, and he said: "These people did not listen to the ban on the birthday of the sect master and brutally killed several people. The crime is extremely bad. Now they are punished. As long as they can withstand a round of attacks from you, they can be released without guilt."

This is the way the Tianqing Sect punishes these people. No one can survive in this situation.

As soon as the Tianqing Sect disciple finished speaking, he waved his hand and hung those people on the city wall.

Those people had their cultivation abolished, and at this moment they were no different from ordinary people. The moment they were hung on the city wall, they struggled violently, but one person did not move from beginning to end.

At this time, only one person shouted from below: "Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades, I didn't expect that you would have such a day."

His voice immediately attracted people's attention, and everyone made way for him to pass. The man walked to the front of the crowd without any hesitation. There were several people with him, and Wang Yong also knew these people. They were the diners next to him in the inn just now.

The expressionless man who was hung first looked up at him, and then ignored him and continued to close his eyes.

At this time, the people under the city wall reacted and said:

"This person is Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades. I didn't expect that he would have such a day."

"Humph, Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades has killed countless people, and this disaster should have happened long ago."

"Ahhh!!! Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades, I will kill you."

At this time, a young Qi Condensation cultivator looked at Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades and trembled all over.

At this time, some people looked puzzled.

Some people who knew the inside story gave answers.

It turns out that this Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades was a master who had become famous more than ten years ago. He was a feared person among the Qi Condensation cultivators. His killing methods were strange and unusual.

The people he killed had no wounds on their bodies. Later, people learned that his killing method was to directly attack people's souls.

His method of extracting souls and refining spirits made him a notorious villain in Tianqing City. He killed many people and offended many people because of this.

However, this person's methods were strange. Many Qi Condensation cultivators had to be on guard against his strange attack methods at all times. After a long time, he naturally aroused public anger. Later, everyone raised funds to invite a foundation-building cultivator to drive this Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades out of Tianqing City. He appeared again in such a state, which made everyone sigh.

It is said that his famous technique is Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades, which is cultivated with the souls of cultivators.

After hearing this, everyone looked up at the man hanging on the city wall, motionless.

I didn't expect that this ordinary face actually had such a past.

At this time, the young man could no longer bear it. He saw a golden long sword slowly condensing in his hand, and then he raised his hand and swung the golden long sword towards the Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades.

At this moment, Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades was a useless person. How could he dodge the monk's attack? The golden spiritual sword cut off one of his hands, but did not kill him in one blow.

The rest of the people also attacked him when they saw this. Some cut off his arms, some cut off his left foot, and some cut off his right leg. The Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

In the end, only his body was connected to his head, and the once powerful Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades was now dead.

The rest of the people beside him had already hanged on the city wall.

From this, we can see the means of the Tianqing Sect.

Some people even cried bitterly after the death of Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades, and knelt down to thank the disciples of the Tianqing Sect.

Wang Yong stood on a small hill nearby and witnessed the whole process. He couldn't help but admire the means of the Tianqing Sect. This move not only won the hearts of the people, but also made everyone more awed of the Tianqing Sect. There were many things that were not worth telling to outsiders.

At the same time, he also felt sorry for the Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades. If he could have met the Ghost Cloud Thirteen Blades earlier, he might have had the opportunity to obtain his famous magic and enhance his spiritual consciousness.

Wang Yong couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It's a pity."

At the same time, his heart was even more yearning for strong strength.

There are so many heroes and heroes in the world, but without strong strength, they are just ants after all.