Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Although the Communication Hall is at the bottom of the entire Sacrifice Hall, the status of the messenger in front of him is not low.

There is no hall master in the Communication Hall. The highest status is the messenger in front of him. Although he has two deputy messengers, because the information of the Acropolis is too important, when Ye Meng left, he had specifically told Yun Lida to let the messenger be responsible for receiving the information transmitted by the entire Xinxu County.

The cultivation of this messenger has reached the peak of the Sensing Qi Stage, and his combat power is not much worse than that of an ordinary Benxiao Pavilion Master.

He walked out of the Communication Hall quickly, and he did not dare to stop for a moment, and went directly to the direction of Emperor Mountain. As long as he was out of the range of the Sacrifice Hall, he could even fly at a low altitude with the information in his hand and rush to Emperor Mountain at the fastest speed.

‘I didn’t expect the situation to be so serious. It seems that everyone’s judgment before was wrong. The trouble in Xinxu County is just a superficial disease, and the danger in the imperial capital is a heartache. ’

The messenger had a gloomy and solemn expression. He started walking quickly at the beginning, and then he started running at full speed at the end. If it weren’t for the powerful trap array in the sacrificial hall, he would have soared into the sky and flew straight to the top of Emperor Mountain.

However, even so, the gate of the sacrificial hall had already appeared in front of him, but at this moment, the messenger felt dizzy and his steps staggered. To others, he looked like he was drunk. While his body was leaning to one side, he came to the side of the road in a few steps.

The messenger didn’t understand what was going on. A wisp of gray air had already surged out from the bushes next to him, directly wrapping up the messenger and pulling him over.

Although it was broad daylight, this was the sacrificial hall after all, and all the alerts were aimed at the outside. No one noticed that a living person suddenly disappeared less than twenty feet away from the gate.

When the messenger found the gray air in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to shout loudly, but although he opened his mouth, he couldn’t make a sound. Because his whole body seemed to be placed in water. No matter how he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, no sound came out at all. Instead, there were wisps of gray mist pouring in from his mouth.

The envoy widened his eyes in horror. At this time, the only part of his body that could be used flexibly was a pair of eyeballs, which kept looking around.

The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly. From his eyes, it can be seen how shocked and frightened he was in his heart. There was even a little puzzlement in his eyes.

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, with a cold smile on his face, "floated" in front of the envoy like a puff of green smoke.

As if seeing the doubts in the envoy's heart, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Are you very surprised? I was thinking, shouldn't I be trapped on the road? How come I appear in the imperial capital again?"

The envoy who was trapped in the gray mist trembled violently, as if to explain that his doubts were just like this.

The man in black robe smiled complacently and said, "Ye Meng thought that if he took away all the trapped spirit stones, I would not be able to use the teleportation array to return? He was so smart that he had already made arrangements along the way when he left Ye Lin Imperial Capital. As long as I want to return, I can use the teleportation array to return anytime and anywhere."

The messenger heard the man in front of him say this, and his eyes changed again. It was obvious that he thought of something.

"You are very smart. You can actually guess that we have made arrangements a long time ago. It is worthy of Yun Lida to arrange such an important position.

I thought you would send the news of the Acropolis to Yun Lida as soon as possible. It's a close call. I was a little more careful. Otherwise, if you sent the news directly to the king, even if we had made arrangements in advance, it would still be a lot of trouble."

As the man was speaking, a figure wearing black clothes flew over like a ghost, without any sound and without being noticed by anyone.

"Mo Wen, what are you still talking about? Get rid of this guy quickly. We need to prepare for the next move."

The messenger had already seen the person clearly. He was Mo Wu, the Great Soul Master of the Sacrifice Hall, and the person who easily captured him was the other Great Soul Master, Mo Wen, who was supposed to be trapped on the road.

When Mo Wu came, he naturally exuded a strong smell of blood. Mo Wen calmly turned his head and took a look, and asked at the same time: "Have all the people in the Communication Hall been dealt with?"

"Just a group of ants. Since they know that there is news from the Acropolis, they certainly can't survive. No one will be left alive. Clean and clean."

Mo Wu's words were very casual, as if he was not talking about the life and death of hundreds of people at all, but the messenger knew that since Mo Wu said so, it meant that there would be no living people in the Communication Hall at this time.

After hearing Mo Wu's words, the messenger suddenly felt a piercing chill, running straight from the back to the back of the head. When he recognized the person in front of him as Mo Wen, he already knew what his fate would be, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Yun Lida would know about the message from the Acropolis received in the Communication Hall.

Even if he didn't get the content of the message, if it was combined with his disappearance, it would at least attract Yun Lida's attention. As long as the Sacrifice Hall was alert, the enemy would not be able to attack the imperial capital without being prepared.

With a cold smile, Mo Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed the messenger's hand. When his fingers touched the paper in the messenger's hand, he couldn't help but let out a light "Huh", and said with some surprise: "I didn't expect that the means of mental imprinting were used. This time the message was injected with telekinesis."

The paper in Mo Wen's hand was very special. On the surface, it looked like an old, yellowed, and even slightly wrinkled paper, but its own flexibility was very strong. Even if it was pulled hard, it was not easy to tear it apart, especially on the surface of the paper, there would be a trace of mental fluctuations.

This is the same as the recording method of those high-level prescriptions and instrument catalogs. The content imprinted into it through mental power can only be read through mental power.

The messenger in front of him has not reached the stage of condensed thoughts, so he has no ability to imprint the content. He uses the communication array to directly engrave the transmitted message into the paper.

Mo Wen just used his mental power to scan it casually, and the content appeared in his mind. He was a little surprised at first, and then he smiled and casually handed the yellow paper to Mo Wu.

After taking it, Mo Wu scanned the paper in the same way, and finally snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy surged in his palm, and he casually crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball of crumbs.

After he snorted lightly, it happened to alarm a team of warriors on patrol. This team of five people, each wearing the bronze armor of the signature style of Benxiao Pavilion.

"Who is there, come out!"

The warrior leading the team shouted coldly, Mo Wen and Mo Wu exchanged a look casually, and Mo Wu casually agreed with "I", and then walked out leisurely.

The messenger had slowly closed his eyes at this time, and he could already guess what would happen next. In the entire sacrificial hall, the only one who could fight with the two people in front of him was the chief priest Yun Lida. If these people had given the warning at the first time, they might have had a chance to survive, but who could have thought that the two soul priests of the sacrificial hall would actually appear in the sacrificial hall.

Mo Wu walked out of the bushes, and the warriors of Benxiao Pavilion outside immediately let out a light "eh", but after a few slight sounds, they fell into a dead silence.

Mo Wen took a deep look at the messenger in front of him, and then walked out of the bushes. As he took a step forward, the gray fog surged. When he took a step, the whole body of the messenger in the gray fog had quickly shrunk. When he took the second step, the messenger no longer had any vitality.

As the second step fell, as if being pulled and squeezed by a huge force, the messenger's body began to twist and deform. After the fourth step, the gray fog slowly retracted, and the messenger's body, which was suspended in the air and had become a shapeless body, fell to the ground and turned into a black sphere that was a circle larger than a fist.

A person was squeezed into such a small size, which shows how terrible the force he had endured before. Mo Wen looked calm and did not look behind him.

"It seems that the Acropolis is going well. Fujikata did a good job this time." Mo Wen said calmly.

Mo Wu nodded and said, "Very good. Although he is not a loyal dog, he is at least a useful dog. If possible, I really don't want him to die there."

Mo Wen curled his lips in contempt and said, "Don't come on, you will never let him go, otherwise how could you leave a hidden stake next to him."

Mo Wu was stunned and said with a smile on his face, "Hey, you actually knew it."

Mo Wen shook his head impatiently and said, "Okay, all the conditions are in place. Now there is news from Weicheng. It's time for us to take action."

"That's right, Lord Gan Luo should be impatient to wait, let's go."

As Mo Wu's voice fell, his body seemed to turn into a gray mist and floated up. Mo Wen looked around and flicked his sleeves gently. The bodies of the five Benxiao Pavilion warriors were wrapped in a gray mist and thrown directly into the bushes. He then followed and left.

The surroundings became quiet again. Although Mo Wen's final treatment seemed casual, there was no trace of blood around, and there was not even a trace of blood on the ground.

It was just that the originally lush green grass and trees suddenly began to wither slowly, as if the original vitality had been taken away in an instant.

It was a pity that the changes here did not attract anyone's attention, because the team of warriors responsible for patrolling this place had already been solved silently.