Dongzhang Village, at the entrance of Zhangji Iron Shop.

The original iron shop had long been buried in the fire, leaving only a ruined wall and a pungent smell of fireworks.

Old Zhang knelt quietly on the ground as if he was lost, and on the ground beside him was unconscious Cuihua.

On the way back with his daughter, all he saw were corpses, and countless houses were buried in the fire.

"Die, all dead!"

Old Zhang held the golden sword in his hand tightly, and his body trembled constantly.

More than 300 people in Dongzhang Village, both men, women, and young, were killed by the mysterious group of men in black before, without leaving a single living habit.

Mr. Zhang is not to be jealous of death.

The only thing that made him sad was that Lao Yuan, who sold bamboo baskets at the east end of the village, liked the stone roots that came to the door to drink, and the orphan and widowed mother who died in the army by a man next door...

Those familiar faces were now only cold corpses that kept hitting his mind.

Old Zhang, who was over fifty years old, had a sleepy feeling in his eyes. He actually hugged his head, squatted down and started crying.

"What did we do wrong, why did we have to endure this fate..." He knelt on the ground with his legs bent.

Dongzhang Village is his home, but now the home is no longer there. All the distant neighbors of the past died, leaving only the father and daughter.

At this moment, an extremely weak voice came from behind him: "Dad..."

Old Zhang hurriedly wiped his tears, turned around and looked at Cuihua who woke up, and squeezed a stiff smile from his face: "Daughter, are you okay?"

Cuihua seemed confused. After looking around, her eyes returned to a hint of clarity: "Dad, why am I here? Didn't I be captured?"

"And you...you are not..."

She covered her mouth and looked at Lao Zhang's head, her eyes full of incredible expressions.

She clearly remembered that her father was cruelly cut off by that group of people, but now she is standing in front of her.

"Dad, where is the wood..."

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and then she suddenly looked at the ruins behind her, and her body trembled violently: "Mu...Mu..."

After saying that, she was about to rush into the ruins.

Old Zhang hurriedly grabbed her and sighed: "Your wood is not dead, it's just..."

"What about others? It's just what?"

Faced with Cuihua's loss of control, Lao Zhangtou felt a little confused and said everything about it with a complicated expression.

After a while, the night was silent, and only the father and daughter were silently confronting each other.

"Dad, are you lying to me, right?" Cuihua's mind roared with lightning strike.

What did she hear?

Not only did her wood not be burned to death by the fire, but instead recovered her memory and became normal. She also killed more than a dozen mysterious people and cured her father's hands and feet...

Lao Zhang knew that she was difficult to accept for a while and it was worth standing by and waiting for her to digest it.

In fact, how could he accept it? Even though he saw the previous scenes with his own eyes, he still felt like a dream.

In fact, people like Ye Chen are too far away from ordinary people like them, so far away that they only live in the myths boasted by the neighbors.

I don’t know how long it took, Cuihua sat on the ground with a dismay look on her face, biting her lips and said, “Dad…you…you said Mutu is an immortal?”

"Maybe..."

Old Zhang took a deep breath, and then subconsciously clenched the golden sword in his hand.

At this time, the ground began to tremble faintly, as if thousands of troops were running towards them.

Amid the fearful expressions of the father and daughter, a large number of armies wearing armor and halberds rushed over.

Old Zhang subconsciously protected his daughter behind him and held the golden sword tightly in his hand. He didn't know if this golden sword could really protect them, but that was their only hope.

"The enemy's army...is the enemy's army..."

After seeing the armor and the black flags on the troops, Lao Zhang became more and more nervous.

When he was young, he had been to Lin'an County. On the street, he saw soldiers from the enemy country Daluo Dynasty being escorted to the streets for public display.

The army of the Daluo Dynasty suddenly stopped, and the vanguard pointed at Lao Zhang's father and daughter: "General, there are people here!"

"Take it!"

As a faint voice came out, more than a dozen people ran towards the father and daughter with evil spirits.

Old Zhang subconsciously poked out the golden sword in his hand, his body trembling, and he thought about the method of using Ye Chen before leaving.

"Slow down!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the army, with a hint of fear mixed in this voice.

Next moment!

Then he saw an old man in purple jumping out and slowly walking to the front of Lao Zhang and his father and daughter, staring at the golden sword with his eyes tightly.

"Don't be nervous, father-in-law."

As if he saw Lao Zhang's nervousness, the old man in purple smiled and said, "I am from the Daluo Dynasty. I will not hurt you people. I just ask a few simple questions."

Lao Zhang looked at him with a cautious look on his face.

The old man in purple was not angry either. He looked at the golden sword in his hand deeply, and said with fear: "I dare to ask my father-in-law, who gave this sword to you?"

He was a man from Wusheng Mountain in the Daluo Dynasty. He was worshipped by Daluo for generations. This time he also traveled with the army, with the purpose of dealing with Daluo's Martial Saint.

As common people as Lao Zhang cannot see him as he is, and will not let him appear in person.

However, everything was because of the golden sword in Lao Zhang's hand that gave him the third-turn martial saint a sense of creepyness, as if it was the power of the Emperor Realm.

He had a premonition that once Lao Zhang activated the golden sword, including him and the 100,000 troops behind him, he might be destroyed.

Therefore, he appeared in time to stop him.

Old Zhang said with a threatening look: "This... this is given to me by my son-in-law..."

"Son-in-law..."

The old man in purple narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't believe Lao Zhang's words, he still stopped and said, "Brother-in-law, you can leave."

After saying that, he jumped back into the army.

"Walk!"

The army set off again, heading south in an orderly manner in the eyes of Lao Zhang and his father and daughter.

It was not until they walked away that Lao Zhang woke up like a dream. He didn't believe that the enemy army did not kill them.

He looked at the golden sword in his hand thoughtfully, and subconsciously tightened his clench.

...

In the open fire army, a luxurious carriage was surrounded by people and advanced forward.

Liang Wu, as the commander of the army, rode forward and walked alongside the carriage. He couldn't help but say, "Old Wu, why did you let those two people go just now?"

Although Liang Wu was the commander of the army this time, he was very polite in his words, because even if the existence in the carriage was today, he would be respectful.

It is also the god in their minds.
Chapter completed!