In a continuous and scattered mansion.

The Taoists quietly integrated into the people of the Three Yang Society.

Zhang Jiao took advantage of the eyes of the Taoist people and saw an old acquaintance, Liu Hao in a trance.

But time has changed, things have changed.

Liu Hao, who had walked past him at this moment, was no longer what Zhang Jiao thought.

He had three-colored faces, wearing a gorgeous robe, followed by four strong believers, strode deep into the mansion, looking very capable, and there was no trace of the tenderness he had when he was in Beiguan City.

After Zhang Jiao looked at his eyes with three colors alternating pupils, he finally shook his head, but he didn't feel any surprise in his heart.

As early as the first day of knowing Liu Hao, Zhang Jiao knew that he was a true believer of the Three Yang Society.

But I didn't expect that my friend who could have talked to him more than half a year ago had completely sunk into this huge dirty pond.

Zhang Jiao stared at Liu Hao who was walking deep in the mansion, and his heart moved. The Taoist attached to the believer immediately floated on the back of the follower behind Liu Hao, and then followed.

The group soon walked through the corridor houses and arrived at the most luxurious and grand mansion in Heng'an City, the Xie family mansion.

However, this mansion originally built in the landscape gardens of Jiangnan has long since disappeared from its previous appearance. Its exquisite, elegant and freehand pavilions and towers have been destroyed.

The rocks collapsed and the gardens were burned, and only a few main buildings remained.

In front of the remains of the pavilion and courtyard, there were even more disciples of the Sanyanghui who were like clay sculptures standing everywhere.

They all had expressions of twilight, and their pupils were opened on their three-colored faces as if they were about to protrude. They stared at everything coming and going, giving people an indescribable sense of gloom and weirdness.

Liu Hao seemed to be walking between them without realizing it, and he didn't care about the gaze that fell on him.

After a while, he came to a building on the left side of the mansion and walked in with great strides.

In the big house where there were three in and three out, there were figures busy in it, but there was no sound, and there was silence.

The Taoist, who was attached to the entourage, immediately fell down. It walked into the house like a living person, and casually came to a busy person. He saw him lowering his head and constantly copying and writing on the slightly yellowed velvet paper.

Next to him, the finished pages were collected and bound into books.

Daozi immediately came behind him and sat up with him in his arms. The members of the Sanyang Society who were writing were immediately stunned.

Daozi immediately looked at his pen.

"The first time the heaven and earth open, there are three yangs. The three yangs are the same as the Tao and are born with the heaven and earth. No matter how difficult it is in the world, all sentient beings are suffering. Only by believing in the three yangs can one be saved..."

As the paper and pen contacted, the lines of adapted Sanyanghui's doctrine were written out skillfully.

Zhang Jiao just took Daozi's gaze and a desire to continue reading immediately arose in his heart.

He immediately calmed down his mind, no longer paid attention to these words, and kept guessing in his heart.

"The Three Yang Society has already attacked cities and land so violently, why do we still have to write these booklets of advice?"

In confusion, countless dense traces of slits and weaving suddenly appeared on the faces of the members of the Sanyang Society who had been silently writing in front of him.

He suddenly stood up, shouted with a fanatical and distorted look and praised Sanyang, and immediately felt as if he had been exhausted from his energy and energy. His body was shriveled and dull, and he instantly collapsed on the ground.

The handsome Taoist, who was not as handsome as a human, immediately floated out of him, becoming more and more like a living person.

It was as handsome and holy as Zhang Jiao saw them for the first time, and he kept chanting the "Three Yangs Salvation Sutra" in his mouth, quietly coming to another writer in front of him. Then he hugged his hands, pounced on him, and then entered his body.

The writer immediately stopped the brush in his hand, stood up, and just like the one before, he shouted and collapsed to the ground.

The Daozi walked out of him and was surrounded by incense and vows, and he seemed to be more compassionate and holy.

They looked at the members of the Three Yang Society in front of them, and their distorted faces floated out from them one after another, and they all made endless prayers.

"Praise the Three Yangs."

"Praise the Three Yangs."

As the sound echoed, it walked towards another person not far away in front of him.

After sensing the abnormality of the Taoists, Zhang Jiao immediately came back to his senses from his thoughts.

He looked at the Taoist men who were becoming more and more fierce, and the evil things behind him immediately emerged.

Its four arms were blunt, and dozens of baby-like scars suddenly cracked on its arms, and drops of blood immediately flowed out of the wound, turning into large blood-colored characters, spreading densely on its arms.

"Appointment, oath, contract..."

As the blood flowed, the evil thing seemed to be grasping invisible threads and immediately started to manipulate it.

In the Xie family's mansion, the Taoists who were becoming increasingly unscrupulous immediately stopped their pace. Juanjuan's blood suddenly flowed down from their foreheads, turning into big blood-colored characters etched on them.

The hideousness in the eyes of the Taoists was finally covered up by the blood-colored words and disappeared unwillingly on its face.

They stood beside the fallen members of the Three Yang Society, waiting for instructions.

Time passes, and the sound of writing is endless.

Although two copywriters suddenly died in the room one after another, the crowd around them seemed to have heard no movement at all, and they still kept writing hard.

It was not until someone came to collect the written chapters that he found the guy who fell to the ground.

He just touched and grabbed his legs and threw them out of the house.

The disciples of the Sanyanghui who were standing on both sides immediately looked over greedily. They grabbed the thrown corpse and cleaned it up in less than a moment.

The blood disappeared, and Daozi looked at the person who had collected the chapters in front of him, but under the control of the evil thing, he slowly possessed himself and followed him into the inner room.

Inside the inner room.

One by one, the Sanyang Society believers are putting the collected pages into various book scrolls.

When these light yellow velvet papers written on the pages and scrolls are touched, they are immediately stained like printing paper, and then they are taken aside and smoked with fragrant baking.

In the rising smoke, these words that seemed to have been printed immediately melted away, turning into stains smaller than hair, slowly seeping into the brush and ink of the book and scroll, without any strangeness.

In the box next to it, the completed booklets were neatly placed in it. After checking it again, the box was sealed and locked immediately.

Zhang Jiao looked at the homework that was almost like an assembly line in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he became more and more curious.

"What exactly will these three Yangs want to do?"

In confusion, Daozi quietly left his body, and as if he had changed clothes, he changed his possession object at will, and came to the next house.

The people in this room did not put in the book, but instead soaked a ingot of silver in the black viscous liquid that emitted a strange smell in front of them, then took it out and scrubbed it clean, and tidied one of the ingots neatly in the box.

As the silver light flashed, the silver ingot became brighter and brighter, making people's eyes dazzling.

With deep doubts, the Taoists came to another house quietly.

In the next room, a wide variety of jewelry and jade were scattered randomly in the room. Dozens of Sanyanghui's talismans carefully left marks on the jewelry and jade, and then put them into small boxes as big as drawers.

Zhang Jiao looked at their actions and had a vague guess in his heart.

"Is this what I'm going to give it to someone? But who dares to deal with the current Sanyanghui?"

Two days later.

As noon approached, Heng'an City was as "calm" as ever. Amid the noisy singing, a silver light suddenly broke through the sky from afar.

The strange figure that appeared above Heng'an City immediately responded when he looked at the flying silver light.

A three-color brilliance suddenly appeared around His imaginary figure.

The three-colored light immediately fell from the sky and turned into a colorful color, trying to stop the silver light.

But this silver light was like a fish in the water, flexibly avoiding all kinds of attacks. However, the three-color lights descended from the sky were increasing, rendering the above the city into a three-color light.

The silver light was immediately unavoidable, and it was about to be caught by the three-color light.

Suddenly, the silver light suddenly dissipated, revealing a handleless short sword.

A cold light flashed on the short sword, and then several feet of sword light burst out. It instantly broke through the three-color light curtain and plunged into Heng'an City.

In the main hall of the Xie family mansion.

A huge incense table was placed in the hall, and dozens of figures were kneeling on both sides. In front of them was a three-foot square incense burner, praying constantly.

The scent of fragrance slowly rose from the stove and floated above the incense table.

In the smoke-filled incense table, a figure was sitting cross-legged above, receiving the offering.

At this moment, a sound of sword breaking through the air was heard. Before everyone in the hall could react, the handleless short sword that had just flew into the city had exploded and shot to the incense table.

The figure on the incense table suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dazzling cold light coming to his eyes.

Three lights immediately appeared in his eyes and formed a light sun.

The infinite light emanated from his body, like an invisible stand, blocking his body tightly.

But the handleless short sword suddenly rose and a figure appeared, holding the short sword in his hand and stabbed towards him.

Click!

Click!

The invisible collision immediately caused a surge of air in the hall, and the light blocking the incense table suddenly appeared like glass hit hard, and cracks immediately appeared.

But the dagger failed to pierce the glory, but was stuck by the glory.

The sword-holding figure that appeared suddenly sounded a little surprised, but the short sword in his hand stabbed forward again without hesitation.

Above the tip of the sword, a silver-white sword energy immediately passed through the light, piercing the shadow on the incense table.

"Mr. Lan, how are you doing in the near future?"
Chapter completed!