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The child's wrists, ankles, neck, waist, and thighs are covered with iron shackles, and the chains extend directly to the octagon of the iron hall. Almost a magic weapon or talisman is hung on each ring of the chain, and there are four or five hundred pieces of various pieces.

The child's red marks and eyes seemed to be burning, and the objects on the chain changed accordingly, buzzing and shaking gently, the talisman would burn and the magic weapon would not be released.

Yao ignored the closed iron gate behind him, stared at the child, stretched out his arms, indicating that he had no malice. Luo Xiaoliuer beside him held his right wrist with his left hand and his right hand, as if he was taking his pulse, but in fact he was about to take the momentum.

Captain Yao waved his hand to signal Luo Xiaoliuer to stop the situation and whispered: "This is the real Nascent Soul."

The elder of Shenyoucheng was still nagging outside the door about how hard life was and how important the land god was. He heard the words of Yao Ziwei through the narrow window and said angrily: "I knew you had bad intentions and took the initiative to help us resist the casual cultivators. You don't want anything you said. In fact, if you want to snatch our land god, I know! What the hell is the Nascent Soul? There is only the land god here, our land god!"

The elder became more and more angry as he spoke. He really believed that these two people had ulterior motives, so his actions were not to be kind to repay the grudges. Even if the government was still there, he could make sense.

The child did not cast further spells, but did not regain his power.

Yao stared at the child without blinking and asked the elder outside the door loudly: "Where is the child's parents?"

"We have all died. He was chosen by us. No, we adopted him. Without us, he would have frozen to death in the wilderness. Don't think we are abused. The Land God is young and has a big temper. No matter how he is restrained, he has already lit the city of God's blessing hundreds of times."

Luo Xiaoliuer sneered.

"Is it the underworld he built for you?" Yao Xiaowei still did not look back. This underworld is huge in scale and the walls look relatively new. It is obviously not a ruin left by Long Binhui before, but a newly built with magic in the past two or three years.

"He is the God of Land, of course he has to do something good. Should we give him free every day? And he just took some effort, and the entire underworld was built by me by myself." The elder must use his anger to drive away the shame in his heart, and he was not satisfied with spitting on the iron door. He knocked heavily on the door with a crutch, "If you want the Nascent Soul, just stay with him. He sprays the fire once every morning, and you are just hot."

The red marks on the child's forehead slowly cooled down. Yao Fengfeng blinked at him, showed a smile, and finally turned around and said to the elder through the window: "There is no fear of scattered cultivators, as long as you take strict precautions in normal times. Arrange formations before the enemy arrives, so you can protect yourself."

At this time, the other party was still thinking about the safety of Shenyou City. The elder was stunned. He turned his head and looked at the two young men following in. Seeing that they looked ashamed, he couldn't help but make up his mind. Someone had to do evil things. What else would he want for his old bones?

"Master Yao, you are a good person, but you have no place to live and wander around the world. You can't even expose the matter of the Land God after drinking. Sorry. We can't let you go. The Land God is the foundation of the God of God. Without him, we can't even survive a winter."

"The cultivators already know that the Nascent Soul is here. They will not give up."

"You have also said that there is more than one Nascent Soul, and the casual cultivator may not know that our one is the most powerful, and it is probably a bluff. Now that we have learned the formation, we are not afraid of them." The elder was not very relieved and asked the two young men, "Did you learn it?"

The two nodded hesitantly.

The elder knocked on the iron door with a crutch, "It's not easy to live, please be considerate." After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"What if a Taoist priest came to ask for the Nascent Soul?" asked Yao Zhengwei.

The elder stopped and gritted his teeth, "The Taoist priests are all dead, so how can there be Taoist priests? Even if we really come, everyone will be killed by the death. If the Taoist priests don't let us live, we won't let Taoist priests live. You will know that the power of the Land God is. We are afraid that the wind will be revealed, so we don't need him. Otherwise, we will rely on the seven casual cultivators... Humph."

The elder led two young men out.

Yao Zhengwei shook his head and let the window open. Luo Xiaoliuer came over and made a spell casting posture like a pulse, shouting at the three of them: "Hey, wait, you haven't returned the things to me yet."

The three of them turned around, looking confused, and the elder said, "We have never taken your stuff."

Luo Xiaoliuer stretched out his hand and pointed a small sword appeared above the three people's heads, and instantly grew to three feet. Under the reflection of the candle on the wall, the cold light flashed and slashed at the head and faced. The three people were shocked and hid and retreated, and soon returned to the iron gate.

The magic sword stopped in the air and pointed back and forth at the eyes of the three of them.

"Please open the door, it's too cramped here." Luo Xiaoliuer said politely.

"You, are you a casual cultivator?" The elder turned around and said in horror. These two people could set up formations and carried a lot of magic weapons on their bodies, but this was nothing in the troubled times. There were many magic weapons in Shenyou City. The key was that these two people could not fly. This was the most important difference between casual cultivators and ordinary people.

"I am not a casual cultivator, I just know how to play with some talismans." Luo Xiaoliu turned his right hand, and his palm looked towards the window, revealing the talisman pattern on his skin. It looked like an eye. The position of the eyeball was an extremely complicated text. At this moment, it was emitting a hint of heat, as if burning. "Please open the door quickly. It's very hard to sacrifice the hand talisman. I can't hold on for too long. If I'm anxious, I can't master the right measure."

The elder was frightened and glanced at the talisman in Luo Xiaoliuer's hand. He turned around and looked at the magic sword hanging in the air and was eager to try. Finally, he realized that he was desperate. "Let you go is equivalent to giving up the land god, me, I..."

The elder felt a ruthless force, and suddenly raised his head and actually hit the iron gate. He would rather die than open the iron gate.

Luo Xiaoliuer was shocked. He was quite knowledgeable, but it was the first time he saw such a stubborn old man. His talisman technique was not systematic, he had enough fighting and was unable to save people. He couldn't help but scream.

The two young men at the door were also shocked. Fortunately, they were quick and quick. They grabbed the elder's arm and advised him: "Elder, you can't die. Everything has to be discussed. The two elder brothers of the Ancient God Cult are good people. They should not betray us, so it's okay to let them go."

The elder spat on the speaker's face and said angrily: "What do you know? I have only been a few days of stable life. Do you think there are good people in this world? Can good people live to this day? How can I tell you? Except for the people in the city, there are all jackals, tigers and leopards, and no one can believe it. Are there few towns destroyed by casual cultivators and talismans? Even if they are good people, they may not know a few bad people and friends. The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. Once the land god is taken away, how can you rely on to survive in this troubled world? Your father, your mother, your woman, and your children will be killed by your words "good people". Do you understand?"

The young man blushed and whispered: "I haven't gotten married yet, where did the woman and child come from?"

The elder pushed away the two young men, "Anyway, it's better to die than to die in the whole city. I'll bump into you first, and then you two are not allowed to open the door for them, so let the Land God burn them to death, and all of them will be destroyed."

The two young men wanted to stop him but they dared not stop him. Luo Xiaoliuer in the hall was panicked, "Capital, what should I do?"

Yao Zhengwei came over. "The ancient gods are spread all over the world, and there are tens of thousands of people in Jiangnan. We two of us die here. In three days, there will be a culprit who will come to find it. How to deal with Shenyou City at that time? Have you thought about it?"

The elder was stunned for a moment and said in annoyance: "We shouldn't ask the ancient gods for help. We can't let you out. Take one step at a time, and I won't commit suicide. You want to kill someone, so let's do it."

The elder stretched his neck and looked as if he was ready to die, which was completely different from the easy-going and weak old man before.

The two sides were deadlocked. Luo Xiaoliuer touched Captain Yao and asked him to look at the palm of his right hand. The talisman pattern on it began to turn red, indicating that he was about to be unable to hold on.

"Okay." Yao Zhengwei sighed, just as he was about to let Luo Xiaoliuer put away his magic and talk again, he suddenly heard the sound of the sword outside, and knew something was wrong, so he called "Be careful", pushed Luo Xiaoliuer away, and jumped to the side himself.

The elder subconsciously turned around and looked at it. The magic sword flew over, hitting his forehead, passing through his head, and rushed into the iron hall along the window wide of his fingers.

There was a red dot on the elder's forehead, and his face was expressionless. He blinked twice, fell down, and died of anger. The two young men knelt on the ground and cried.

In the iron hall, Luo Xiaoliuer was shocked and looked down at the palm of his hand. The talisman pattern on it was dim, and it was obvious that he was not controlling the magic sword.

The magic sword kept buzzing, and the wound caused by the elder was only the size of a needle hole, but the light emitted was seven or eight feet, like a large ball of light, which stayed in the air for a moment and rushed directly to the Nascent Soul on the platform.

The child noticed the danger, and the red marks burned again, eight chains clattered, and the objects hanging on them were either emitting light or making a strange noise, all of which responded.

The magic sword did not attack the child, but cut towards the chain connecting the left wrist. The child quickly woke up and pulled the chain tightly. The magic sword cut three times in a row, cutting the first chain, and then cutting the second chain.

The young man outside the door cried and shouted, "You killed the elders, kill us together!"

Luo Xiaoliuer was confused, but Captain Yao had guessed the truth and said loudly: "A Taoist priest is here. Go and inform others quickly, as far as you can escape!"

The young man stopped crying but did not move. Captain Yao was close to the iron gate, revealing his eyes, staring at the two people outside, and said seriously: "The Nascent Soul is going to get rid of the constraints. Even if the Taoist priest spares you, how will the Nascent Soul repay your 'kindness'?"

Yao Jiewei gave in and asked the two to check the situation in the hall.

The two of them took a look and saw that the eight chains had gone, and the child clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he showed endless anger and hatred.

Just after being stared at, the two young men were so scared that they were about to break their hearts and turned around and ran away, and even the elder's body was not cared about.

The magic sword had a great ups and downs, and in the blink of an eye, all eight chains were cut off. The child had been trapped here for most of his time since he was born. Finally, he gained freedom at this moment, and the red mark on his forehead seemed to be about to spit out fire.

"We are not people here, just like you, we are also prisoners." Luo Xiaoliuer hurriedly explained that the magic sword had fallen to the ground and returned to its original state, but no longer obeyed his command.

The child didn't speak, and it was very likely that no one had taught him to speak, and no one taught him to distinguish right from wrong. He opened his mouth and spit out a red fire.
Chapter completed!