The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"Hmph..."

　Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, night falls.

　The drizzle beats against the streets of the ancient city, a faint mist rises, and the night is hazy.

　Outside the courtyard, pairs of golden eyes lit up in the darkness, staining the rain curtain with a broken glow.

　"Walk."

　Several men in black groped their way along the street and soon lined up beside the courtyard gate of the quadrangle.

　The leader reached out and touched the door lock. With a faint golden light flashing, the door lock melted into pieces and fell to the ground.

　"Hold on, don't kill." The leading man in black ordered.

　"learn."

　With the rustling sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground, the man in black broke through the door and quickly sneaked into the courtyard.

　The courtyard was dark and the candles in the main room had gone out, which meant that the strangers had already fallen asleep.

　The men in black quickly spread out in the courtyard, guarding the three inner rooms and the main gate with strict discipline.

　The leader stopped in front of the giant tree in the center of the house, took out an ancient bronze artifact, and slid his fingers across it.

　"Quack quack..."

　As he moved, a faint lava luster flowed on the surface of the bronze artifact, quickly outlining the shape of the pointer.

　The pointer turned a few times and then pointed to the main hall in front.

　"We've found the dangerous object," the leader said. "Clear the main room quickly to prevent it from being unsheathed."

　"clear."

　Several men in black took off the swords from their waists and quickly slid their hands across the scabbards, which emitted a faint lava glow.

　They approached the main room quickly, crouching in the rain like slithering evil spirits.

　The leader also took out his sword and prepared to follow his men. At this moment, a strange sound came from behind him.

　"Ga ga ga ga..."

　It sounded like bones breaking, branches rubbing against each other, and even some mucus dripping.

　Although the moonlight was dim, the leader could still see strange shadows rising from the ground and covering their figures.

　He turned his head blankly, only to see a huge shadow blocking the moonlight. Emerald green pupils opened in the darkness, emitting a mind-scorching light.

　It was a walking tree.

　It opened hundreds of mouths on its trunk, and sticky liquid flowed down the trunk, reflecting the terrified pupils of the men in black.

　"Draw!" the leader shouted, "No limits! Draw..."

　Before he could finish shouting, the branches of the giant tree swept over and knocked him to the ground, with a "pop" sound, and blood spurted out.

　The other men in black wanted to draw their swords, but when they reached out their hands, they found that their bodies were already covered with fine paper strips.

　At some point, the plants had penetrated deeply into their legs, turning their bodies into part of the plants.

　The screams were strangled in the throat, and new buds sprouted from the mouth, blooming into flowers.

　Those flowers also had sharp teeth. They turned their heads, grinned at their owners' terrified faces, and opened their mouths to bite their heads to pieces.

　"Hold your hands, don't kill."

　Aurora pushed open the door to the main hall and walked slowly into the moonlight. Her bare feet stepped on the stone path covered with roots, and those roots immediately made way for her.

　The girl walked on the moonlight, through the drizzle, and met a man in black.

　Stop in front of.

　She looked at the terrified eyes in front of her and couldn't help but smile brightly.

　"Have a good sleep?" she suggested softly. "Once you fall asleep... the pain won't be there, okay?"

　At night, all things grow and the drizzle moistens everything.

Chapter 387: Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrellas (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"They actually sent people to harass us..."

　After passing through the rift and arriving at the Holy Tree Forest, Xingmo first rubbed her eyes and tightened her shawl.

　She was still in her pajamas when Aurora woke her up, shouting something like "We caught the bad guy!"

　As soon as she stepped on the soil of the forest, a wicker kitten with a lot of cute eyes jumped over and rubbed against Xingmo's legs.

　"Hello..." Xingmo squatted down beside the kitten, "What name did Aurora give you... Let me think... Oh..."

　It seems to be called Hakimi, a very Western name.

　Ivy Hakimi blinked at Xingmo, then stretched out his little paw and pointed to the open space not far away.

　Xingmo looked up and saw four or five big tree elves standing in a clearing in the forest. They were tying up poor people in black clothes with vines and talking in a language that Xingmo could not understand.

　Aurora stood right below, plucking two emerald green strings with her hands, and green light converged towards her.

　Xingmo walked to Aurora's side and patted her shoulder gently:

　"how?"

　"They weren't sent by that young master," Aurora muttered, "but... they're his friends."

　She reached out, picked up a piece of broken green light from the air, slid it, and threw it to Xingmo.

　Xing Mo caught the green light, and the mark of the Tree of Life on the back of her hand resonated with it, and fragments of memory flashed through her mind.

　She saw the man in black standing in the corner of the room, staring at the two people at the window not far away.

　One was a young man in military uniform, and the other was the thief named Lin Yan.

　"...The gift from the Dragon Lord should allow you to perceive some...disharmony. Perhaps there is something truly extraordinary about those strangers..."

　"...Just because my father wants to cooperate with outsiders doesn't mean I want to cooperate with them too..."

　"...Keep the confidentiality measures in place and go check it out, okay..."

　In the fragments of memories, the young man in military uniform named Zuo Shao talked about Xing Mo and his group in an extremely high-profile tone, with a very arrogant attitude.

　"This guy's identity has been confirmed," Aurora said after Xing Mo finished reading the memories. "Zuo Huai, known as Zuo Shao in the martial arts world, is a major general in the Danzhou army and the son of Zuo Shangtang, the Danzhou prefect."

　"Zuo Shangtang, the prefect of Danzhou...isn't that our client?" Xing Mo stuck out her tongue.

　The person in charge of Danzhou Prefecture called us in to investigate Gu Longshou, but his son thought we were too high-profile, so he wanted to deal with us?

　Is there something wrong with this guy's brain...Xingmo thought to himself.

　"It seems these men in black have some background," Xing Mo muttered, "Should we let them go?"

　"No need. Let's lock him up here. That way, we can lure that Zuo Shao out," Aurora said with a wicked smile. "Let's see what our cool and arrogant Dragon Dragging Military Master has to say. He actually asked the remnants of Liudao to deal with us."

　"The survivors of Liudao?" Xingmo found a key word.

　"See those swords? They're the weapons of the Liudao survivors," Aurora pointed at the swords tied to the black-clad men's hands along with vines. "The scabbards are made of a special material. When the blades are stored inside, they're imbued with a special spiritual field. The moment they're unscabbarded, they can mobilize power similar to that of Dragon's Word. It's generally of the Fire String variety. I'm guessing... perhaps even saint-level power..."

　"So strong?" Xing Mo stuck out her tongue.

　My goodness, an assassination team with saint-level power, anyone would be in trouble.

　Although their strength is probably around the fourth string, but after being equipped with saint-level weapons, their combat power is almost infinitely close to that of a saint.

　Unfortunately, they stumbled into a courtyard filled with demigods.

　Sometimes fate is unreasonable.

　"According to their fragmented memories... Liudao is called their hometown, and in their unique language, it has a meaning... It must be a hometown they can never return to."

　Aurora nodded like a little scholar, once again separating some memories from the chaotic green light.

　"This is quite interesting. It's about the fragmented images their leader saw when he was promoted to the Four Strings. It should be due to the extraordinary in their bloodline."

　"You're really good at pulling..." Xingmo muttered.

　"After all, we've arrived in a new country, and there are living specimens delivered to our doorstep," Aurora winked mischievously. "They're going to attack us, right? It's good enough if we don't kill them! What's wrong with donating a little memory for scientific research?"

　"It's true."

　Xing Mo pinched the fragment, and chaotic green light flickered in front of her eyes, gradually turning into a white halo.

　In the halo, she saw the magnificent archipelago standing in the storm. On the volcano at the highest point of the island, a fire dragon covered in flames raised its head and spewed flames towards the sky.

　And above the sky, Xing Mo saw a... five-winged ice dragon!

　His appearance was ferocious and terrifying, with a dragon head made of ice.

　The crown—the ice seemed to be one with his head, and faintly visible dragon blood flowed through the ice. The massive five wings covered the sky, and every flap of their wings was accompanied by a gust of cold current.

　He howled wildly and flew towards the giant dragon on the mountain. As he passed over the sea, waves of ice and flame surged beneath him, freezing the sea and solidifying the sea breeze.

　The fire dragon on the top of the mountain raised his head and roared. The volcano erupted under him, and the magma washed over his body, forging armor for him.

　The moment the two dragons intertwined like a storm, the outline of Liudao disappeared instantly, and the ice flames and raging fire rolled against each other and rushed towards the sky, opening a huge mouth in the clouds.

　In that roaring light, the island sank.

　After a long time, a broken dragon head emerged from the sea - that dragon head belonged to the fire dragon standing on the top of the mountain. Its chaotic golden eyes looked at the sky, reflecting the broken sky.

　In the broken sea of ​​clouds above the sky, the ice dragon is slowly flying into the distance.

　""

　After waking up from his memory, Xingmo let out a breath, and felt a little stuffy in his chest for the first time in a long time.

　"Those two dragons..." Xingmo murmured.

　"We've found it," Aurora said.

　This time, she threw a scroll to Xingmo, which seemed to be some kind of scripture carried by the survivors of Liudao.

　When I opened the scripture, I saw distorted words written in some ancient Yanxia language.

　Fortunately, I'm a master in the field of language... Xingmo muttered, and began to decipher the words word by word:

　"The Ice Dragon Emperor, symbolizing ancient disasters, flew from afar, bringing a deadly cold wave to the land ruled by the Flame Lord."

　"The people of Liudao are the people of Yanzun. They must remember his people, carve his wings, and listen to his voice."

　"He commanded: The flame will live forever! And so, thousands of lonely boats sailed away from Liudao Island. Flame Lord battled the Ice Dragon Emperor alone, as a wave of cold and blazing fire swept across the land."

　"Under the might of the evil dragon, my hometown sank, and the cherry blossoms never bloomed again."

　“Homeward Bound, Homeward Bound, Homeward Bound. This is what He sang before He died.”

　The ancient poetry and prose described a bizarre scene - exactly the broken picture that Xing Mo had just seen.

　"Liudao...the ancient civilization that has been destroyed..." Xingmo murmured.

　Yanzun...seems to be the same kind of dragon as the fire dragon.

　Recalling the hostility Bahamut, the Fire Dragon King and Elder of the Hell of Flame, showed towards Vivian... Xingmo seemed to understand all of a sudden...

　"So, that being called the Ice Dragon Emperor killed Yan Zun, and the Fire Dragon Clan no longer has any status in Yanxia," Xing Mo sorted out his thoughts, "Is this why the main gathering place for Fire Dragons is the Falu Mountains?"

　"That seems to be the case," Aurora spread her hands. "But one thing I'm more concerned about is... I haven't found any mention of the Ice Dragon Emperor in Yanxia's history."

　"Didn't find it?" Xing Mo frowned.

　This is strange. With the power created by the Ice Dragon Emperor... there is no way he could be hidden from history...

　The five-winged dragon...is at least at the level of a dragon king, and has the power to destroy an entire civilization.

　There is no record of this in history?

　Ancient Dragon Hunter and Vivian are obviously both ice dragons. One became the executioner of the Court of Redemption, and the other was exiled to the continent of Vesta.

　Thinking back to the hovering black dragon I saw in Vivian's memories... the mysteries are really getting more and more...

　"Let's ask around later," Xing Mo said, "Have you found anything else?"

　"Does it matter if they're rich?" Aurora tilted her head.

　"It seems there is nothing to worry about." Xing Mo smiled.

　Then let these Liudao survivors hang here, they are not good people anyway.

　Let’s see if that young soldier can come up with something to do next.