C1087 Carnage

"I don't believe it …" Even now, the leader of the archers still had a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe that Lin Bai could actually dodge the ninth arrow, and even use the power of his Dharma Idol to break it.

It had to be known that in the mouth of the elder who had created this method, the power contained within this ninth arrow was already something that no human strength could contend against. How could Lin Bai possibly do this? However, no matter how much disbelief and confusion he had, he could not allow this matter to truly happen in front of him. The victor was the king and the loser was the bandit. The victor was Chang, and the loser was the loser. This was all that the world could do.

"Die!" Towards these people, Lin Bai no longer felt any pity. They were different from the other people who had followed the Zhao Family's Second Patriarch. These people had been completely brainwashed by Zhao Jingting and the Zhao Family's Elders. Letting them go was the same as letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Cold light lightly flashed in his hand. Lin Bai's eyes were as cold as steel. He was just about to use his Dharma Idol to reap these people's lives. Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh lightly and then closed his eyes. Although these people were of the same race as him, he no longer felt any sense of belonging towards his clan after chasing them down. Even if Lin Bai killed these people, he didn't think much of it.

"Wait a moment!" Just as his Dharma Idol was about to arrive at the side of the archers, Zhao Qinghui, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Little bastard, don't tell me you want to stop my little junior brother from killing them again!" Hearing this, Zhang SanKuang shook his head and said, "I think you really don't know what it means to have a setback and grow some intelligence! If you don't kill these people, they will come and kill you again in the future. "

"Young Lord, you can't!" Zhao Ping was also surprised. He had thought that Zhao Qinghui was going to be a womanizer and raise a tiger to make trouble for himself.

When the leader of the archers heard this, his face lit up with joy. He looked at Zhao Qinghui and said, "Second Young Master, please be lenient. If you spare our lives, we will never dare to lay our hands on you again."

"Spare you?" Hearing the leader of the archers' words, Zhao Qinghui revealed a faint smile and slowly said, "You are wrong! I am not trying to spare you, but I feel that it would be a pity if Master Lin were to kill all of you.

"Zhao Qinghui, are you still a descendant of Zhao Song, helping evildoer?" Hearing this, the leader of the archers showed fear on his face. He coughed a few times, and then continued to shout angrily at Zhao Qinghui, trying to stop his actions.

"Helping the evil? If it wasn't for Master Lin, Zhao Ping and I would have been dead by now! Why didn't you think of them as members of the Zhao Family when you killed those surrogates who followed my grandfather? Why didn't Zhao Jing Ting think I was a member of the Zhao Family when he sent you to kill me and Zhao Ping? "Now that you all have remembered that I am a member of the Zhao Family, I think that the so-called Zhao Family should be left unscathed!"

The light in his eyes shone brightly as he continued to speak indifferently, "From now on, I am no longer a member of your Zhao Family. I am incompatible with water and fire, and I will kill Zhao Jingting and the head elder of the Zhao Family. If I break this oath, the Heavenly Dao will devour the sun, and I will be eternally doomed to perish!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, Zhao Qinghui's hand had already touched the arrows released by the archers. With a slight tremble of his wrist, the arrows pierced through the head archer's temples like shooting stars. Before he could even let out a groan, the body of the archer fell limply onto the snow. A spurt of bright red blood dyed the snow on the ground red, as if Zhao Qinghui had sworn a blood oath.

"Don't... You can't be like this … " When the remaining archers saw the fiendish grin on Zhao Tingcai's face, who looked like a god of death that had just crawled out of hell, their faces were filled with fear as they shouted in a trembling voice.

Looking at the expressions on those people's faces, Zhao Haifeng did not say anything. His smile was still the same. His wrist didn't even tremble as he slowly waved it out. The sharp arrows penetrated the heads of the archers one by one. Blood splattered everywhere, and a fishy smell assaulted their nostrils.

Zhao Ping looked at Zhao Shaoqin in disbelief. He hadn't thought that Zhao Shaohai, who had always been immersed in studying techniques in the Ancestral Land, would have such a violent side to him. However, this was not strange at all. The reason why Zhao Tingxiao did everything was for revenge, but he discovered that the enmity did not exist at all. Instead, it was because he was abandoned by Zhao Jingting and the others.

Lin Bai did not utter a single word as he watched Zhao Tingfeng's arrows fall from the sky. His expression did not change in the slightest, and he did not speak any words of persuasion nor did he obstruct them. He knew that there was a sense of worry hidden in Zhao Tingcai's chest. If he didn't let this feeling of depression escape, it would be bad.

In an extremely cold land, the cold wind howled. And in the middle of countless snowflakes and ice rocks, there was an exceptionally simple and crude looking house. Inside the house, the Great Patriarch of the Zhao Family, who was now the controller of Zhao Song's remnants, was sitting cross-legged. He was conversing with Zhao Jing Ting, who was sitting beside him. However, before he could finish his words, a gust of cold wind blew past, extinguishing a few oil lamps on the altar in the room.

"Death is like the extinguishing of the lamp. The light of those archers you sent after Zhao Ping has gone out." The head ancestor of the Zhao Family swept his eyes over the divine table and then turned his head to look at Zhao Jingting with a dull expression. He said lightly, "Zhao Ping and Zhao Qinghui are still alive."

"What's the difference between those two trash being dead and being alive?" "It's better to live on. We can kill them slowly in the future." The expression on Zhao Jing Ting's face remained unchanged as he chuckled, "Great Ancestor, you wouldn't want to change your mind just because a few of your henchmen died." "It is not just me who wants to go after Zhao Ping and Zhao Qinghui. It is also your idea, Great Ancestor."

"Just a few abandoned soldiers. So what if they die?" Looking at the lanterns on the table swaying in the cold wind, he said slowly, "Causing a disaster at the Xiao Wall, this is a situation that the elders of my Zhao Song's clan, who have already passed away, do not want to see. I am just afraid that they might be alive underground and blame us."

"If we sacrifice them and allow the other Masters of our Zhao, Song, and Song Clans to find the chance to advance to the Deity Stage, then even if the Patriarchs know about it from underground, they won't blame the Great Ancestor and me." Zhao Jingting slightly smiled and said.

"The method you brought back is indeed mysterious. A few elders that have reached the Heavenly Completion Stage Late Phase are currently trying to figure it out." Using the World Tree to exchange for this technique is indeed worth it. " The head ancestor of the Zhao Family nodded slightly, but a look of doubt appeared on his face in the blink of an eye, "The two of them did not die, so there can only be one explanation. That was, they had met Lin Bai. Do you know where our ancestral land is located? How do you plan to deal with it? "

"The matter of the bullet has already begun to be tidied up. The one who assured me that when we have completed our great success, our clan can add a lot more people of the Deity Stage to our ranks." Zhao Jing Ting carelessly looked at the divine case and said, "So what if you know the secret message? There are only two ways to get to the Ancestral Land. The most convenient path, the formation that was given to me by the man has already been set up.

Without waiting for the Zhao Family's Patriarch to speak, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Jingjing's face. She continued to say, "As for the second path, we have passed through the land of dust. You should know better than me what is there. I really wish that Lin Bai would choose to take that path. At that time, it would be better to save us some effort. "

"Have you told the person who exchanged the secret magics with us about the Land of Buried Gods?" After hearing Zhao Jingting's words, the Zhao Family's Ancestor's face became serious. He did not reply to Zhao Jingting and instead asked him a few more questions. Moreover, from his nervous expression, it was clear that this land was more important than the World Tree passed down by the Zhao Family.

"We have yet to find out what is in this land of dust. Even though that person taught me the Mysterious Transformation Technique, a World Tree is enough to exchange for these items. Naturally, I won't tell him about this place. " Zhao Jingting slightly smiled and calmly continued, "I believe Zhao Tingcai understands that the probability of them going to the sealed area is very high regarding the first method."

"I hope so. But you have to hurry up on these things, the faster you can do it the better. " The head ancestor slightly nodded. He looked at the lamps and said, with a look of regret, "Only by making sure that our Zhao Song descendant can have more Soul Formation elders, can I have the face to see the ancestors under the ground."

Zhao Jingjing smiled and nodded. She didn't say anything else as she turned around and walked out of the house. He raised his hands and wrapped his cloak tightly around himself. He looked at the house and ridiculed: "What are you apologizing for? Isn't it because you can reach the Deity Stage? Do you think I can't see through it?!" Hypocritical! "

Inside the house, the head ancestor of the Zhao Family was looking at the lights on the table with a sullen face. For some reason, his mind had been wandering like the bright lights in this room lately. It was as if a voice was constantly shouting in his heart, warning him that what he was doing now was all wrong. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

However, he knew that no matter how much his heart throbbed, the situation had already reached an irreparable point. Regardless of the road ahead, he still had to walk forward, one step at a time. He had already given away the World Tree that he inherited from his ancestors. How could he not trade it for sufficient benefits?

"A calamity has arisen within the Wall of Desolation. Brothers have been killed, and the calamity is nearing. Ancestor, if you are alive in the heavens, you must protect your unfilial descendants and allow me to fulfill the wishes of my ancestors. " The head ancestor of the Zhao Family, Zhao Jiuzhang, slowly kneeled down in front of the pitch black tablets behind the lamp. His face revealed a determined expression as he pleaded in a deep voice.

Outside, the wind and snow were blowing everywhere. His prayers had been completely swallowed up, as if his prayers had reached the nine hells and entered the ears of the ancestors.

"Heavens, what is going on?" At the same time, Chen Baian, who was standing in the jungle with the support of Gongyang Shou and Valentin, finally arrived. When he saw the traces of the fight, he looked at the archers on the ground out of the corner of his eyes. After taking a glance, his expression turned even more incredulous. He asked in shock, "These are ordinary people?"

Although Chen Baian had just escaped from the seven arrows of the Nail Head Curse, his spiritual consciousness was still as sharp as ever. How could he not sense the aura of magical fluctuations coming from these archers in front of him? He truly could not believe that these ordinary people were able to fight Lin Bai to such an extent, even causing such a great damage to the ground that the ground had been reduced to such a state.