Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

The person who came was the deputy capital censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Xu Jing, and behind him, there were all the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and the deputy envoy of the capital.

There were many people who came, almost all of whom had interests related to historians.

Their purpose of coming here is very simple, to put pressure on Jin Yiwei.

The several masters who came together quietly took a step forward, and their aura quietly locked on to Lin Mang.

It is impossible for them to allow Lin Mang to really kill the historian.

Lin Mang is Jin Yiwei, representing the imperial power.

This is no longer a simple vendetta, but a game between the imperial power and all parties.

If Lin Mang really wiped out the historians, it meant that the imperial power would really reach a peak.

Because they can't really rebel.

This tiger is old, but not dead yet. No one wants to easily provoke a fight at this time, let alone be the first one to be wiped out.

Shi Zequan looked at the several grandmasters who fell in Jielian, his eyes were about to burst, his whole body was trembling, and he roared heart-piercingly: "Lin Mang, from now on, my historian will definitely use all the strength of the whole family to kill you!"

"Not only you, but everyone around you will die."

"There are also these untouchables, I want to let them all be buried with them!"

Originally, such words belonged to treason and injustice, but the furious Shi Zequan had long since ignored them.

Besides, it's not like they haven't done this kind of thing before.

Lin Mang tore off the blood-stained cloak casually, and walked towards Shi Yukun step by step.

Shi Zequan's face changed slightly, and his face was full of anger: "Stop!"

"Master Lin, please stop!"

The several masters who came spoke one after another, their eyes turned cold.

Lin Mang turned his head and glanced lightly, his eyes serious.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, one step fell.

The figure swept past like a hurricane, leaving only an afterimage of the lake in the air.

"Hey!"

Shi Yukun's body started between the eyebrows and quickly shattered.

Drops of rain fell.

"promote!"

[Four Realms of Grandmasters! 】

【Energy point-】

In an instant, the vitality of the surrounding world seemed to be boiling.

A huge cloud of vitality suddenly rolled up over the entire Shifu.

One foot!

Three feet!

ten feet!

Thirty feet!

……

Hundred feet!

The majestic vitality of heaven and earth is like a river flowing backwards, forming a huge vortex.

The terrifying sword intent pulled the vitality of the heavens and the earth to form a sword energy that soared into the sky.

In the entire capital, almost all warriors seemed to feel something. They raised their heads to look at the sky, their eyes widened, their eyelashes trembled slightly, and the seriousness that could not be concealed was reflected on their faces.

But only the Grandmaster can see the terrifying heaven and earth vitality in the sky.

According to ancient records, the four realms of the master, the state of mind, the heart of tomorrow and the earth, will produce a vision of the vitality of the world when it breaks through.

The greater the energy of heaven and earth gathered, the higher the potential in the future.

And such a huge cloud of heaven and earth vitality is only recorded in ancient books.

Endless heaven and earth vitality poured into Lin Mang's body crazily.

At this moment, Lin Mang gently closed his eyes.

In my mind, there is something gathering vaguely.

Without looking with the naked eye, the vitality of the surrounding world is flowing slowly like a stream, which is extremely clear.

On top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, there is a throne of bones.

On the bone staircase, a figure in a blood-colored robe was climbing step by step.

First order, first order...

Tens of thousands of bone steps climb to the top in an instant.

Finally, the figure stopped in front of the throne.

At this moment, the towering figure slowly turned around.

he saw

That's another him.

He's laughing, he's laughing too.

At that moment, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between each other.

A knife appeared in "his" hand, and he chopped it down without hesitation.

"Peng!"

The throne of bones on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood was torn apart in an instant.

This is his heart, and even more so, his way!

overbearing!

The way of killing!

But a throne, how can it be bound to him.

The moment Lin Mang opened his eyes, a terrifying and brutal aura instantly swept around.

The domineering sword intent overwhelmed everyone with the idea of ​​surrender.

All this seems to be slow, but in fact happened in an instant.

The several masters who stepped out earlier backed away in shock, staring straight at Lin Mang with disbelief in their eyes.

"Bright state of mind!"

A grandmaster let out an exclamation, and one after another, the sound of appalled gasps filled the field.

There was a dead silence all around.

Needle drop can be heard!

Everyone's eyes were straightened, and there was an astonishing chill in their hearts.

monster!

It began to rain lightly in the sky.

The blood in the courtyard was being washed away bit by bit.

"Pfft!"

A transparent saber energy pierced Shi Zequan's chest in an instant, passing through his heart.

Shi Zequan's eyes were wide open, and blood quickly bloomed on his chest, like a bloody rose in full bloom.

Lin Mang wiped off the blood on the knife with two fingers, and said indifferently, "Those who stay here after three breaths, don't have to leave!"

All the masters looked at each other and sighed silently.

Then turn around and leave.

All the masters of the four realms of the historian are dead, and now that the killing god has broken through the four realms, there are only a few in the entire capital who can stop him.

Even if these people went up, they would just die in vain.

lost.

The officials who came here looked at each other, seeing the murderous figure, and finally backed away cursing in a low voice.

Lin Mang stretched out his hand to catch a drop of rainwater, his face gradually turned cold, and his voice sounded calmly:

"Not a single one!"

Chapter 162

The lingering saber energy quickly passed through the heavy rain.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Rivers of blood!

Blood trickled down the stone steps.

There were battles everywhere in the mansion, and the fighting was brutal.

Lin Mang walked over step by step with a knife in his hand.

His knife was not out of its sheath, but around him, every drop of rain seemed to turn into invisible cold blades, constantly harvesting life.

"You damn court eagle dogs, I will fight with you!"

suddenly,

There was a heart-piercing roar from a distance, and a burly man came with a knife with red eyes.

He jumped up suddenly, with a terrifying aura erupting from his body.

A fiery flame ignited on the long knife.

The heavy rain was evaporated in the flames, and the white mist was lingering.

But the moment he flew up, his body split into two instantly, and the sky was filled with blood.

The pavilion in the distance was cut by the majestic sword energy, and there was a loud bang.

Human heads rolled down quietly.

The blood gushes like a column!

Killing is like painting!

Between understatement, life is constantly harvested.

Countless people were swearing by their ears, and many people stared at Lin Mang with resentment on their faces.

"You butcher!"

An old woman pointed at Lin Mang and scolded loudly, "You will die!"

"We're waiting for you in hell!"

"Running dog, you must die!"

Lin Mang walked slowly and calmly, and the rain fell three feet away.

Butcher?

Kill God?

Lin Mang smiled softly, looked up at the sky, and reached out to catch a drop of rainwater.