The faint black smoke seemed tangible and material, but it was not blown by the wind. They were like life entering everyone's bodies.

The Great Awakening Dharma King was also one of the many monks standing here. He had long paid attention to Yi Yan. He was only careful because Yi Yan was able to observe the fate of heaven and earth, but he did not take it seriously. Later, because Yi Yan had taken over his evil weapons, he remembered Yi Yan.

In his opinion, since a person like Yi Yan has outstanding performance in observing the fate of heaven and earth, he will appear slightly weak in other aspects unless he reaches the state of knowing all things and following the mind.

But now when he found that the smoke could not be stopped, he was inexplicably surprised. The smoke seemed ordinary, but it seemed to be on another level. He changed his body protection mantra again and silently recited the mantra of the Ming King. When the mantra of the Ming King was profound, he could condense the image of the Ming King between the mantra.

The smoke that drilled into his body stopped instantly, but it still drilled into his body for a moment. After the smoke penetrated into his body, he felt the heat of insects and ants gnawing.

Although this kind of jealous insects, which were gnawing from the outside and inside, was spreading deep into his body, he found that this did not affect his spell display and would not weaken his divine will. However, it was an indisputable fact that he could not resist Yi Yan's spell.

"This is a spell I have learned recently, called the entanglement of the golden crow. When enough of this essence and fire toxins accumulate in a person's body, those fire toxins will burn in the liver, burning from the inside to the outside, but there will be no damage on the surface, and the person's will will be destroyed."

Yi Yan said, while he caught a pig that ran out because he was not closed properly. The pig rushed over as if he had lost his mind and ran around in the crowd. Then, he suddenly screamed and fell down, and died under the altar in front of Yang Xiuqing.

This pig was plundered by the Taiping Army. Not every monk has a treasure similar to the lotus bowl in Yi Yan's hand. As long as the evil soldiers still have physical bodies and still have life, they need to eat, including monks. However, the things the monks eat are no longer ordinary food, but eat evil spirits and eat various evil spirits in the world. Yi Yan once thought about whether the physical body will one day become a substance like evil spirit, and become a existence similar to light, wind, or water. All this is still unknown, because the practice method of practitioners has changed. Although they are still working towards immortality, the process will definitely be different. As for the result, it is estimated that few monks have thought about it now.

No monks question Yi Yan's magic, because the death of the pig was a further proof. A monk had already investigated the cause of the pig's death with his divine consciousness. The pig's internal organs were instantly burned and destroyed together with its will. Just like the water in the container, it instantly turned into water mist and dissipated.

Yang Xiuqing was furious. It seemed that Yi Yan was defending himself, but his method made Yang Xiuqing feel that his majesty was being provoked. He no longer questioned Yi Yan's magical ability, but was angry with Yi Yan's behavior.

The man who was managing the food in the distance saw the pig rushing into these big figures for no reason and suddenly died in front of Yang Xiuqing. He was so scared that he sat on the ground.

Standing on the altar, Yang Xiuqing was silent, but someone next to him said angrily: "I can't even see a pig... drag it down."

Immediately, two soldiers rushed over and dragged the woman who was managing the logistics.

The woman probably was too scared, so when she was dragged up by two strong men, she didn't say a word, but a little girl rushed out in the distance and said loudly: "Mom, let my mother go, mom..."

She probably knew that her mother might have a big disaster, so she rushed over and wanted to peel off the hands of the two big men, but one of the soldiers threw them to the ground. The child fell to the ground but suddenly hugged one of the soldiers' feet and shouted loudly: "Mom, let my mother go..."

The soldier kicked his feet away.

At this time, her mother seemed to have breathed a sigh of fear, and she cried and shouted.

"Niu Niu, Niu Niu... No, don't kill me, I can't die, I can't die, I also have to take Big Niu Niu... Bless you, spare your life, spare your life..."

She screamed with a heart-breaking heart and incoherent voice, but what she called out was the deepest thing in her. She wanted to raise her daughter, so she could not die. She wanted to survive. This is the most primitive protection and demand of a creature for her descendants.

The disappearance of a life, Yi Yan, who was not in practice, seemed so terrible and mysterious, and later became slowly dull. However, now he felt that this sound was so thrilling, and he seemed to see his mother struggling dyingly in the face of fate.

Yi Yan's thoughts were like steaming in water, boiling, but the top of his head was covered with muffled. The sounds in the world disappeared, only the crying of the woman dragged to the ground and the little girl chasing behind.

Under a tree, the roots of the tree protrude, and the woman was pressed down on the roots. A soldier next to her pulled out the knife at his waist and raised it high.

"No……"

Yi Yan shouted, and the vertex on his neck seemed ferocious because the shouting was too hard. His voice rolled up, but as soon as he left Yi Yan, it quickly disappeared into nothingness, as if it had been swallowed up.

Hong Xiuquan once said that no one can use spells to fight in the military camps automatically. In the past, not many monks took it seriously, but at this time they couldn't help but feel shocked.

The woman in the distance was cut off by a knife, not affected by Yi Yan's voice at all

The head rolled on the ground, and the little girl ran over, but didn't know whether to hold the twitching body or chase the rolling head. She stood there blankly, crying sounds gone, as if she was blocked in her chest.

Yi Yan turned around suddenly and looked up at Yang Xiuqing. All he saw was a pair of extremely cruel eyes.

"Why?" Yi Yan asked coldly: "It's just that you didn't guard a pig, you killed someone."

"It's not me who killed her, but you." Yang Xiuqing said coldly. Yang Xiuqing really wanted to punish him at this time and let other monks kill Yi Yan, but he knew that this was impossible. Although the monks were full of conflicts, they would never kill other monks for themselves. This was a tacit understanding between the monks. They were afraid that once this start, they would fall into the same conspiracy and calculations.

Because they come to practice, not to pursue power, power is always accompanied by conspiracy.

Obviously, the woman's death seemed nothing, but this was Yang Xiuqing's powerful counterattack method, because the pig ran over by Yi Yan's magic and died in front of Yang Xiuqing. Yang Xiuqing killed the woman so that Yi Yan felt guilty. One of the bad guilt is that it cannot be driven away in his life. It is a bad way of being a bad person.

There must be a cause and a result. Who is the cause and who is the result, and who can tell clearly.

Yi Yan stood there angrily and looked at Yang Xiuqing. The eyes of the monks flashed in their eyes, and they didn't know what they were thinking. This was the conflict between Yi Yan and Yang Xiuqing, but it could also be said to be the conflict between the monks and the original worship of God.

"Master Qisu, do you want to be offended?" Next to Yang Xiuqing was a young man holding a sword. The young man was like a sword unsheathed, and his sharpness was revealed when he said this.

This person appeared next to Yang Xiuqing about a month ago. He himself said that he came from Tianshan Mountain. There is a sword immortal in Shushan, and there is also Tianshan Mountain. Moreover, the sword skills of Tianshan are more strange and steep than Shushan.

Yi Yan was speechless in the end. He knew that if he continued like this, Yang Xiuqing would strip him of his identity in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which was not the result he wanted.

He retreated silently, and murderous intent rose again in his heart. This murderous intent was accompanied by the kind of emotion that made him feel dull, which came from the death of the woman.

When it finally dispersed, Yi Yan went to find the little girl. When she saw that she was working, she was doing something to wash the pig's internal organs. She wiped her tears while washing. Looking at her thin appearance, Yi Yan actually remembered her sister.

He did not bring the little girl to his side because it was not safe at this time.

The next day, Yi Yan received the order.

His army of more than 500 men was a vanguard and siege the city.

This time the siege was still tragic. From the moment the sun came out, Yi Yan took his evil soldiers to attack the city. In the sunlight, his evil soldiers were covered with fire. They seemed to be burning on their feet and on their hands. However, when they fought for a day, the swords and guns in their hands turned into scrap iron.

Yi Yan was under the city with his evil soldiers. The will of the Qing Dynasty and the earth that emerged from the city wall made the evil soldiers feel a strong sense of oppression when they approached. At the same time, the huge whirlpool mouth that appeared on the wall always forced all the evil soldiers to pay attention. If they were not careful, they would be swallowed into the wall and become part of the city wall.

In the past, Yi Yan never thought that the city wall could be repaired by itself, as if there was life, and they devoured other lives to repair their own wounds.

Yi Yan did not show off his strength and flew up to the city, which was seeking death. Once he left the army and flew up to the city, he would be attacked by a group of monks in the Qing army. He still cannot forget the man who was killed by them when they were defending the city in Yong'an.

Moreover, he knew better that his evil soldiers were not around and no one helped him resist the oppression of the will of the Qing Dynasty. His strength at the top of the city would be greatly reduced, and it would be difficult to escape by then.

Yi Yan was like an ordinary evil soldier, climbing on a cloud ladder. He was about to reach the top of the city, but suddenly he saw a dark person appeared at the entrance of the battlement. As soon as he appeared, he fell down to Yi Yan a basin of black smoke-boiling black fat on the top of the city.

In an instant, the pot of black oil was like black magma that poured into the sky. Yi Yan's ears whistled, covering up the shouts of killing around him.

The overwhelming power made Yi Yan deeply realize again that the techniques that used to deal with ordinary people are no longer ordinary now. The wars with monks, any method that once seemed ordinary could threaten the life of monks.
Chapter completed!