I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Zhu Qingyang sneered, and a cluster of flames shot out from his fingertips, directly enveloping the man in flames.

A shrill scream came from the fire, and the man didn't even know what he had done wrong.

He kept calling out to the priest, begging him to save him.

Hearing the scream, many people came running over from a distance.

From a distance, they saw Zhu Qingyang in mid-air.

"God, God has come to the world!"

Everyone who saw Zhu Qingyang fell to their knees.

No one dared to look up, after all, gods cannot be blasphemed.

Zhu Qingyang, who had thought it would take some effort, twitched his mouth slightly when he saw this scene.

This situation is really too absurd.

The person being burned by the fire was still screaming, but no one dared to come forward to rescue him. Some even felt that it was his honor to suffer the pain of being burned by the fire.

The people kneeling on the ground were welcoming the coming of the gods, but they watched helplessly as the man was burned to death.

"You followed the Wind and Rain Priest and committed many evil things, violating the laws of Heaven. Today I will punish you on behalf of Heaven. Do you have any complaints?"

Even if they die, they must understand the reason for their death. Zhu Qingyang looked down at the crowd from a high place. He saw that the souls of these people had turned into a bright red, just because their hands were covered in blood.

People who have committed heinous crimes have a soul whose color turns black.

A true soul has no color, and these people are not worthy of being human beings.

"I was wrong, we were wrong!"

"God, please save us, save us..."

"I don't want to die, God, please save us!"

"I was forced by the Wind and Rain Priest. I didn't want to kill anyone. I don't want to die—"

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Is divine punishment to be burned in fire?

The man's screams just now seemed to still echo in their ears, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

They fell to the ground, crying bitterly, but it was too late.

At this moment, they all cursed the Wind and Rain Priest in their hearts. Perhaps some of them were forced to do evil, but when they gained huge benefits from it, they had lost their conscience.

Their crying at this time is just because they are unwilling to accept the reality of death, not because of true repentance.

Zhu Qingyang looked at these people, his heart calm.

In the blink of an eye, talismans flew out from his fingertips.

The talisman floated into the air and began to burn.

The raging fire devours everything.

He formed seals with his hands and a barrier rose up around him, controlling the fire within a certain range and preventing it from spreading.

The flames did not burn for too long, and only a charred area remained inside the barrier, and its original appearance could not be seen.

The fire started by Zhu Qingyang was not an ordinary fire, so those who were burned by the fire did not even have a bone left.

With a wave of his hand, the barrier dissipated and a pungent burnt smell wafted out. Zhu Qingyang held his breath and walked towards the house not far away.

He had just sensed that there were no living people nearby, but nothing can be absolute. Moreover, this was the territory of the Wind and Rain Priest. Even if the Wind and Rain Priest would not come in person, there would be some hidden items here.

"Master Dog, be careful!"

When Zhu Qingyang approached the second-story stilt house, Yang Xueli's voice suddenly came from a distance, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air behind Zhu Qingyang.

He subconsciously turned his head, and the sharp weapon brushed past his face and went straight into the body of a mollusk.

Looking closely, I saw a emerald green cobra about two meters long and thicker than a human arm falling to the ground. A dart was stuck seven inches into the snake's body.

This cobra obviously swam out from the stilt house, followed by a dense group of snakes.

The density of the crowd made Zhu Qingyang take two steps back.

"Why are there so many snakes?"

The sound of the snake spitting out its tongue was creepy, and Zhu Qingyang threw the talisman again without hesitation.

The flames started from the center of the snake group.

Snakes are most afraid of fire, so when the flames started, the snakes fled in panic, no longer having the momentum to collectively attack Zhu Qingyang as before.

At this time, Han Feng and others had also come to Zhu Qingyang's side.

Yang Xueli moved her wrist and said, "Master Gou, you are not alert enough. If I hadn't acted in time, you would have been bitten by the cobra!"

Han Feng and others had no objection to Zhu Qingyang's actions. Besides, everyone here was a mortal, and Zhu Qingyang was enough to handle it alone.

Therefore, they did not rush to come, but only arrived when the barrier dissipated. As a result, they happened to witness a dangerous scene, and Yang Xueli subconsciously spoke out and took action.

In fact, the others were also ready to take action, but Yang Xueli was a little faster.

As he was talking, Pan Zi had already stepped into the stilt house and quickly pulled out a boy of about eleven or twelve years old.

The boy had dark skin and was wearing only a vest that was obviously ill-fitting and a pair of shorts. He was wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals, with most of his feet resting directly on the ground.

The boy who was dragged out was still struggling desperately, holding a bamboo whistle tightly in his hand, and his eyes were full of resentment as he looked at Zhu Qingyang and others.

"The snakes must have been attracted by this boy. He is the only one alive in the stilt house!"

Pan Zi had searched the stilt house carefully and only came out after making sure that there were no other living people.

What is particularly crucial is the bamboo whistle in the boy's hand.

When Pan Zi stepped into the building, the boy was struggling to blow a bamboo whistle. A small red snake jumped out from the boy's wrist and instantly bit Pan Zi's leg.

But the clothes that Pan Zi was wearing were specially made, and the little snake failed to bite him. Instead, its teeth hit Pan Zi's clothes and pierced into his mouth.

From this, Pan Zi understood that even a poisonous snake would die if it was injured by its own venom.

The little snake was killed, and the boy lost his way to protect himself. He had no power to resist and was easily carried away by Pan Zi.

"This little fellow can attract and control snakes. He is indeed quite capable. This must be the reason why the Wind and Rain Priest can be at ease here."

With so many poisonous snakes guarding them, how could ordinary people be their match?
What's more, everyone here is equipped with guns.

Maka said that there are checkpoints everywhere, so it must be that the Wind and Rain Priest has placed people like this boy everywhere.

Not all of them are capable of controlling venomous snakes, but any unconventional means of guarding can ensure absolute safety.

Pan Zi snatched the bamboo whistle from the boy, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot. A puff of red smoke rose from the broken bamboo whistle.

Zhu Qingyang and others watched the red smoke drift away in the wind without trying to stop it.

"Bad guys, you bad guys, the master has received my message and will come to rescue me soon. When he does, he will kill you all!"

The boy also saw the red smoke rising, and a look of excitement appeared on his face. He struggled to slip out of Pan Zi's hand, knelt in front of the bamboo whistle, and shouted loudly to Han Feng and others.

From what he said, the boy hated Han Feng and the others to the core, but he admired their master, the Wind and Rain Priest, very much. He firmly believed that the Wind and Rain Priest would come to save him and avenge the dead.

"You are so young, but you are so cruel. Do you know why I deliberately stepped on this bamboo whistle and broke it?"

Pan Zi looked at the boy jokingly, and felt that the boy had a vicious mind. "How about we take you directly to see your master? Then, how about having your master kneel down and beg for mercy?"

Having said that, Pan Zi looked at everyone else and saw a hint of regret in each other's eyes.

Children are children after all, it's a pity.

He was brainwashed by the Wind and Rain Priest since childhood and lost the ability to think independently. At such a young age, his hands are already stained with countless blood.

Zhuge Qing sighed beside him.

I didn't dare to think about it anymore. When I thought about how many children were like this boy, who were trained to be executioners by the Wind and Rain Priest, I became more and more annoyed.

Maca fainted when the first person was burned, because he was too frightened.

Although he knew that Han Feng and the others were extremely powerful and that the Wind and Rain Priest might not be their match, the scene of them standing in the air and waving their hands to summon fire was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

Everyone shouted that the gods had arrived, but looking at it from another perspective, wasn't it because they had followed the Wind and Rain Priest and committed many evil things, and were finally getting their retribution?

When Maka opened her eyes again, she saw the boy's eyes meeting hers.

He naturally recognized the boy. He had crossed the border many times, and it was the boy who secretly escorted him back to China.

The boy's skill in controlling snakes is superb. Wherever he goes, there are groups of snakes surrounding him, protecting his safety and also protecting this forest.

Maka never dared to confront the boy head-on, fearing that she would be swallowed by the snakes in the next second.

Now it seems that the boy who has the skill to control snakes cannot escape the hands of Han Feng and others.

"It's you, it's you who betrayed the adults, I will bite you to death, bite you to death——"

Seeing Maka wake up, the boy struggled even harder and opened his mouth to pounce on Maka.

Zhuge Qing carried the boy back several steps to prevent him from really hurting Maca.

He was quite interested in the ideas that the Wind and Rain Priest had instilled in the boy. What on earth had the Wind and Rain Priest done to enable the boy to remain steadfast in protecting his master even when his life was threatened?

Didn't even a subordinate like Maka betray the Wind and Rain Priest without hesitation in a critical moment?

"Ah, the lord has committed too many mistakes. It is time for him to pay the price for what he has done!"

Maka stared at the boy and persuaded him word by word.

He knew in his heart that Ya would not listen to him at all, but he still wanted to let Ya know that the wind and rain priest they admired was a big villain from the beginning to the end.

"I don't care. Anyone who hurts the master is my enemy. Maka, you betrayed the master, I will never forgive you. Don't think these people can protect you. When the master comes, you will all die, all of you will die!"

Ya shook his head desperately. He was unwilling to believe what Maka said. In his heart, only adults were the ones who were most worthy of his trust, no one else could compare to them!
"Little guy, when the time comes, I will let you die with your adults. This will be a gift from your sister!"

Yang Xueli was walking in front, and Ya's voice was very loud, but it still reached her ears, so she turned around and said this to Ya.

Anyway, this kid is bad to the core. Taking him back would be a waste of food, so we might as well fulfill his wish!
The person he believes in most is his master, so let him die together with the Wind and Rain Priest!

"You ugly bastard, you deserve to die. My Lord is immortal and will live as long as the heaven and earth. None of you can escape. My Lord will kill you all, for sure!"

There is a type of person who has fallen into obsession. No matter what you say, it will be useless to them. They only firmly believe in what they want to believe and are unwilling to accept the truth.

Talking to such people is a sheer waste of time.

Being called an ugly woman, Yang Xueli became furious all of a sudden and glared at Ya coldly. If she hadn't had a bit of rationality left in her, she would have been unable to resist taking action.

"Okay, Miss Yang, don't bother with a child, especially this child is obviously mentally ill. You are the most beautiful, no one can compare to you!"

Zhu Qingyang's reaction at this time was definitely the best. Seeing that Yang Xueli was about to lose control, he quickly dodged in front of Yang Xueli and said with a grin.

When Yang Xueli saw Zhu Qingyang's face, she laughed and turned around and walked forward without bothering to care about anything else.

The Qianji ruler turned into a long sword, chopping the weeds on both sides, and the speed of clearing the road increased a lot.

Han Feng and Zhang Qilin looked at a very crude road next to them. After looking at each other, Zhang Qilin, carrying the black gold ancient sword on his back, strode towards the normal road.

Han Feng shook his head helplessly and went forward to pull Yang Xueli.

According to Maka's guidance, there was a truck hidden not far away. It was the vehicle they used to transport supplies, and now they could drive out in this vehicle.

With a truck, the road is much easier to travel.

When approaching the next level, Zhang Qilin sat directly on the roof of the car, holding a piece of cloth in his hand, gently wiping the black gold ancient sword.

When the man guarding the checkpoint raised his machine gun, Zhang Qilin's figure disappeared instantly.

The knife flashed, and Zhang Qilin's figure flashed in the blood. The man who fell down didn't even have time to scream until he died.

The truck didn't even stop and just rushed through one checkpoint after another.

Daxinglong Temple.

The Wind and Rain Priest walked out of his meditation room.

He kept calculating with his right hand, but no matter how he calculated, there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking the front and he could not see anything.

His brows were furrowed and his face was grim. He raised his head and took one last look at the overcast sky. Then he flicked his sleeves and walked quickly in another direction.

This is a windowless room, empty inside except for a table. On the table there is a pot of a strangely shaped plant with needle-like leaves wrapped in layers of leaves. In the middle there is a red spherical object. If you look closely, you can see that there seems to be something flowing slowly inside the spherical object.

The Wind and Rain Priest quickly walked to the table, stared at the plant for a long time, then reached out and pressed both hands on the leaves.

The needle-shaped leaves were extremely hard and pierced the palm of the Wind and Rain Priest at once. His blood flowed along the leaves into the spherical object drop by drop.

The spherical object greedily absorbed the blood of the Wind and Rain Priest. The contents inside were vague and seemed to flow faster.

The Wind and Rain Priest kept his hand on the leaf for a full ten minutes before withdrawing it.

At this time, both of his hands were covered in blood, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. He left the room without even bandaging them.

"Pass the order down, have everyone return to Daxinglong Temple immediately, without any delay! I give you five hours, just five hours. If you haven't returned to Daxinglong Temple by the time the time is up, no matter what happens, I will no longer care!"

The Wind and Rain Priest walked into the hall and gave these instructions to the disciples who were kneeling on the ground chanting scriptures.

His tone was extremely stern, and with a gloomy expression on his face, from a certain angle he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Sir, let's make arrangements right away!" (End of this chapter)