The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the wind blew in with snowflakes. The dim and small fire suddenly shrank, as if it was about to be extinguished. The temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the Desolate mother and son, who were covered by the quilt, exhaled moisture and instantly turned into white mist. However, they did not seem to wake up immediately.
The three deacons in black of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall silently looked at the Desolate mother and son in the dim light of the fire. Listening to the two long breaths, they slowly stepped forward and stretched out their hands that were hidden in their black sleeves.
Suddenly, the quilt was lifted, and a small crossbow appeared in the Desolate woman's hand. She aimed at the deacon in black and pulled the trigger. It turned out that she had already woken up and was just waiting for a chance to make a surprise attack.
With a swoosh, the sharp crossbow arrow was shot in front of the deacon in black.
The deacon in black rolled up his sleeves and suddenly came down like a dark cloud.
After the crossbow arrow entered the sleeve cloud, it instantly disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where it had gone.
Then, a ray of light shone in the depths of the black cloud on the sleeve of the deacon of the Judicial Department. A very narrow and thin Taoist Sword, under the control of the exquisite Psyche Power, pierced the weak flame on the bonfire and stabbed the chest of the Desolate woman.
However, for some unknown reason, the Desolate woman's body suddenly tilted, and the narrow Taoist Sword did not pierce into her chest, but flew past her shoulder.
The leather robe on the woman's shoulder was torn by the tip of the sword, and there was a very shallow wound on the slightly dark skin inside. The injury was not too serious, as if her skin was harder than steel.
The three deacons of the Judicial Department noticed something strange in the tent, and there was a rapid fluctuation of Psyche Power around them. Two of them looked at the dark corner with gloomy eyes. The deacon in black stretched out his left hand and grabbed the little Desolate boy who had just woken up, and dragged him to his feet through the air. He called back the Taoist Sword, and silently and without hesitation, stabbed the little boy's throat.
The Desolate woman was knocked down to the ground. Although the injury was not serious, some strange power attached to the Taoist Sword made her body suddenly weak. Seeing that her child was about to be nailed to the ground by the narrow sword, she could not help but let out a painful and sad howl like a dying mother beast.
After a swoosh, the narrow and sharp hiltless Taoist sword pierced through the ground that had been softened by the fire and turned into a tiny, round black hole before it disappeared.
The little Desolate boy did not die. At the moment when the Taoist Sword stabbed down, it was as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed the little boy's shoulders and dragged him away.
That black-clothed deacon slowly turned his head. Just like his two companions, he silently looked towards a dark corner of the tent. Previously, they only heard two breaths and did not think that there were other people in the tent. However, at this moment, they were certain that there were other enemies because they heard the drawn-out breathing sound from the corner.
Because the two people in the dark corner let them hear their own breathing.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Ning Que noticed that Mo Shanshan's right hand, which was hanging by her side, moved slightly. He knew that she had saved the little Desolate boy, so he was more confident about what would happen later.
Mo Shanshan looked at the three men who hid their faces in the shadow of black hats. Looking at their dark and heavy coats that hung down to their feet, she naturally thought of the West-Hill Divine Palace, which was the most hated and feared institution. She frowned slightly and said, "Are you deacons of the Judicial Department?"
The three black-clothed deacons did not nod or answer. They just looked at her and Ning Que in silence. Because of the angle of the light, they could not see their eyes, but they could clearly feel the coldness and power contained in their silence.
Mo Shanshan frowned even more. She could understand the Divine Hall's vigilance against the Desolate Men, but for the time being, she did not understand why the deacons of the Judicial Department would try to kill the Desolate Man and his mother without announcing it. She secretly wondered if the Desolate Man and his mother had a secret identity that would affect the Divine Hall's affairs.
As one of the three Calligraphy Addicts in the world, she naturally would not be extremely afraid of the black-clothed deacons of the Judicial Department like ordinary Haotian believers. However, she was a believer of Haotian, and her Master was a visiting professor of the Divine Hall. This trip to the Wilderness was also under the Divine Hall's edict. Of course, she would not choose to be enemies with these three deacons of the Judicial Department.
To avoid any possible misunderstanding, she decided to reveal her identity.
However, at this moment, the black-clothed deacon who was the leader asked first, "Are you people from the Central Plains?"
This black-clothed deacon's voice was not hoarse and unpleasant like the rubbing of iron and stone, nor did he deliberately reveal a sense of coldness and toughness. He just spoke calmly, but it made people feel a little cold.
Mo Shanshan was slightly startled. She glanced at the Desolate Man and his mother behind Ning Que and thought that she had guessed the reason for the hostility of these deacons. She gently explained, "Yes, but don't misunderstand."
Before she finished her words, the black-clothed deacon who was the leader shook his head and said emotionlessly, "There is no misunderstanding."
The second black-clothed deacon said coldly, "You are people from the Central Plains, but you are with the Desolate Men."
The third black-clothed deacon said coldly, "You did not kill the two Desolate Men, so you are either heretics who betrayed Haotian or remnants of the Devil's Doctrine."
The black-clothed deacon calmly concluded, "So there is no misunderstanding. You deserve to die."
There was no pause between the three black-robed deacons' sentences. They were very natural and smooth, as if they had said it countless times. Or perhaps it was to prove that these deductions were natural to them, so there was no need for them to think.
Ning Que was a little amazed at the skill of these deacons in crosstalk. He wondered why Prince Long Qing, the bigwig of the Judicial Department, was not so interesting when he met him in Chang 'an.
He could not help but laugh. He looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "I said that no one would believe me, but you did not."
Then he looked at the three black-clothed deacons and said, "Anyone who wants to be a deacon in the Judicial Department must be able to recite the dialogue you just said, right? Speaking of which, it is a little difficult to cooperate so well. "
He spoke in a serious tone, so it sounded funny.
The three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall came to the depths of the Wilderness to kill some Desolate Men, including the Desolate Man and his mother in the tent. Whether it was for the glory of Haotian, for the peace and prosperity of the Central Plains, or for the everlasting foundation of the Divine Hall, these deacons thought that killing was a very serious matter.
However, Ning Que was good at making funny things serious, and he was also good at making serious things funny. Therefore, the three black-clothed deacons felt that their belief had been humiliated, and they were very angry.
Their faces were covered by black hats, and their burning eyes could not be seen. However, the slightly trembling black clothes and the rapid fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the tent all proved the deacons' anger and the fact that they were about to attack.
Mo Shanshan looked at the three black-clothed deacons expressionlessly and said, "We can explain."
The leading black-clothed deacon said emotionlessly, "Surrender and then explain."
As soon as he finished speaking, the deacon in black took a step forward. His thin and pale hands stretched out of his sleeves and covered Ning Que's head from above. Countless beams of extremely thin pale golden light gushed out of his pale fingertips and instantly formed something similar to a birdcage, locking Ning Que's body in it.
Since the appearance of the three deacons of the Judicial Department, Mo Shanshan had not shown much emotion on her face, because she believed that even if there was a misunderstanding, she and Ning Que would not be at a disadvantage. However, when she saw the light golden light spurting out from the fingers of the deacon, she could not help but be slightly shocked and said in surprise, "The Confinement?"
The Confinement Taoism was one of the profound Taoism skills of Haotian Taoism, and it was a secret of the Judicial Department. It was said that the Confinement Taoism skill performed by the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was close to the Divine Skill. This kind of Divine Hall Taoism skill could forcibly change the subtle direction of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and thus control the space of the opponent's movement. Once successfully performed, it could be used to deal with powerhouses whose state was more than two levels higher than the user!
Seeing that the black-clothed deacon could easily perform the Confinement Taoism skill, Mo Shanshan was sure that he must be an important figure in the Judicial Department. She could not help but frown and remind him, "Don't resist."
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There was a very light golden light floating on the surface of the light, like the fire at dusk in the southern Central Plains. Ning Que looked at the thin lines that were not far away from him, and had a very strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that these lines did not exist in reality, but he could clearly feel that the Qi of Heaven and Earth around him had been cut into many tiny pieces, which seemed very dangerous.
He had always been cautious about methods that he could not understand at the moment. After hearing Mo Shanshan's reminder, he chose not to attack immediately, but he was a little confused about the principle of this Taoism skill that controlled space. If the Confinement was formed by cutting the space, then if it was directly used on the enemy, wouldn't it be able to directly cut the enemy into countless pieces of flesh and blood?
The reason that the deacon of the Judicial Department did not do so was definitely not because the people in the Divine Hall were very merciful, but because he could not do it at all. This meant that the Confinement was not the real Taoism skill of space … Speaking of which, a Taoism skill that could control real space must be above the Five States, and it was not easy to encounter one.
Ning Que looked at the thin lines close at hand, and with his excellent perceptual acuity, he tried to clearly see the structure of these lines. Gradually, he found that the Confinement Taoism skill was not cutting the space, but affecting the fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, forming countless small turbulence around him.
These primordial Qi turbulence were like the wooden bars of a prison cell, which looked indestructible, and there might be many spikes hidden on them. If one tried to push them by force, one's hands would be pierced all over and covered with blood.
As he was thinking about these things, Ning Que in the Confinement Taoism was silent and even a little dull. But this did not mean that he had decided to surrender. He just wanted to have more opportunities to observe. However, he did not know that the style of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall was very similar to his fighting style …
Before making sure that the enemy had no ability to fight back, the deacons of the Judicial Department would never give up. The deacon in black slightly raised his head, and the firelight reflected his pale and calm face. With a low shout, light suddenly appeared between his thin and white hands, and a dim shadow blasted at Ning Que's chest and abdomen, who was trapped in the Confinement Taoism skill.
The acupoints of the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi of a cultivator were located there, and once hit, it was very likely that the acupoints would be destroyed and the cultivator would die. The dim shadow that the deacon in black sent out was obviously very powerful.
Seeing this scene, Mo Shanshan's calm eyes finally flashed with anger.
But she did not have time to make a move.
Because Ning Que made the first move.
An extremely bright and stunning saber light flashed, illuminating the dark tent. Before this saber light, both the small bonfire that was about to be extinguished and the Confinement of Golden Threads in the black-robed deacon's palm became incomparably dim.
The blade of the podao cut straight at the Confinement in front of Ning Que. When the sharp blade touched the golden threads, it made a sizzling sound, as if it was about to be melted. Seeing that the blade was about to be corroded by the golden threads, the dense talisman patterns on the slender and long blade suddenly lit up!
A stream of cold Talisman power gushed out from the blade and easily defeated the power of Haotian's Divine Light contained in the Confinement Taoism skill of the deacon in black, and smashed the seemingly magical and powerful golden threads into pieces!
Thousands of extremely subtle and crisp cracking sounds rang almost at the same time, as if the strings of thousands of barbarian iron zithers had been broken at the same time, or thousands of iron centipedes and kites had their strings broken at the same time.
Crack, crack, crack, crack …
The thousands of golden threads of the Confinement Taoism skill were blown into a mess by the knife wind, drifting everywhere, and no longer had any power.
The reason for this situation was not that the Confinement Taoism skill of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall was unworthy of its reputation, but that the deacon in black was not strong enough to display the real Confinement. It was not that Ning Que suddenly leaped from the No Doubts State to the upper Seethrough State, but because his podao and the talisman on it were personally made by his two Senior Brothers in the Back Mountain.
How could an unknown important figure from the Judicial Department compete with the wisdom and state of the core disciples of the Headmaster of Academy?
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Breaking the Confinement with a knife was just the beginning.
Ning Que was even more ruthless than the Judicial Department. Once he started, he would not stop until he saw death.
Therefore, the knife light that broke the Confinement, cut the golden threads into pieces, and came to the front of the deacon without any hindrance.
The knife light illuminated the deacon's pale face.
An extremely fine silver needle had pierced into his eyeball at an unknown time, leaving only a little bit of light flickering in the air.
The deacon did not have time to cry out in pain, nor did he have time to be shocked by the young man's exquisite control of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He only had time to realize that the Psyche Power he had just condensed had dissipated because of the sharp pain in his head.
Then he was cut in two by the downward slash of the saber.
The two parts of his body did not separate for the time being, only a clear blood line.
It was a simple and clean death.
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The second deacon in black retreated quickly, waving his hands in front of him, sprinkling Divine Light lines.
Ning Que abandoned his knife and jumped up like an ape, avoiding those dangerous lines, and jumped above the deacon.
A piece of cloth fell.
Ning Que stretched out his hands and grabbed the deacon's face with his fingertips. Then he kicked the deacon's sternum with his knees as fast as lightning.
With a crisp sound, the deacon's sternum was completely broken.
Taking advantage of the forward momentum, the two fell on the snow outside the tent.
Ning Que twisted his hands and broke the deacon's neck.
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The pale hands of the third deacon in black had quietly come to Ning Que's back. His palms shone brightly, like a fierce burning flame.
Ning Que did not care.
The flame-like Divine Light in the deacon's palms instantly turned into real flames.
Not only his hands.
Under the black clothes, the deacon's whole body was burning.
He instantly turned into charcoal.
After another moment, he turned into flying ash.
The deacon's robe lost its support and slowly floated to the ground.
Ning Que looked back at Mo Shanshan and smiled. He walked back into the tent and picked up the podao on the ground.
The body of the first deacon in black who died slowly separated at this time. Blood gushed out like a flood and slowly flowed out of the tent, dyeing the white snow on the field red.
Unknowingly, the clouds in the sky dispersed again, and the stars shone brightly.
Between heaven and earth, it was all white.
Mo Shanshan's face was also a little pale.
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