binnovel Chapter 254: When there is trouble, the third brother, when there is no trouble, the great enemy
Chapter 254: When there is trouble, the third brother, when there is no trouble, the great enemy
He Zhen's black robe fluttered in the wind. His face was grim and there was a deathly look between his brows.
He sat at a tea stall in the suburbs with a gloomy face, picked up a large bowl of tea and tasted the bitter tea.
Five casual cultivators were discussing entering the secret realm to search for treasure while drinking tea, when suddenly someone took out a wanted warrant and looked at He Zhen.
When they unfolded it, they saw He Zhen's name and portrait written on it, with a detailed description of his crimes and the reward of spirit stones next to it.
The casual cultivator was stunned for a moment, then stared at He Zhen with a sharp gaze, with a hint of surprise and greed in his eyes.
He whispered to his companions, "Look, isn't the person on the wanted poster the man in black robe in front of us?"
Upon hearing this, the other casual cultivators turned to look at He Zhen, their eyes full of shock and excitement. They had never expected that they would accidentally run into a big shot on the wanted list.
"Humph, it's really a case of searching for something without any effort, but it's finally found." The leading cultivator sneered and stood up, slowly walking towards He Zhen. A long sword appeared in his hand, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and pointed directly at He Zhen, "He Zhen, do you admit your guilt?"
He Zhen put down the big bowl of tea in his hand, slowly raised his head, and swept his eyes across the crowd like lightning, and said in a cold voice: "You want to kill me too?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you wanted criminal still dare to quibble! Surrender now and come with us to claim your reward!" another casual cultivator said aggressively, waving a hammer in his hand.
He Zhen was burning with rage. He was already in a depressed mood, and the groundless accusations from these casual cultivators just added fuel to the fire.
His body flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the casual cultivator wielding the hammer. He slapped out with his right palm, and a strong palm wind mixed with the rustling of the black robe hit the opponent's chest directly.
The casual cultivator felt a tightness in his chest, as if hit by a huge rock, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards, hitting the wooden table of the tea stall heavily, smashing it into pieces. He lay on the ground, unable to get up again.
The other wandering cultivators were horrified upon seeing this, but they did not care to be afraid, and they all waved their weapons and attacked He Zhen.
They knew that if they could capture He Zhen, the generous reward would be enough to make up for all the losses.
He Zhen sneered and moved flexibly around the tea stall. Sometimes he turned into a black shadow, sometimes into a cloud of mist. His palm wind, finger strength, and leg power were all fierce and deadly.
The weapons of those wandering cultivators were like child's play in front of him and were smashed to pieces one after another. They flew backwards one by one, spitting blood from their mouths, looking in a miserable state.
Upon seeing this, the tea stall owner and the surrounding tea drinkers were so frightened that they fled in all directions, fearing that they would be implicated.
He Zhen had no mercy in his heart. These independent cultivators were greedy and shameless. During the months when he lost his memory, more and more people dared to attack him for the bounty. He would make them pay the price.
However, just as He Zhen was about to give these casual cultivators the final blow.
Another group of wandering cultivators who had been following him came. Some of these cultivators held long swords, while others held magical weapons in their hands, shining brightly.
They came like a tide and surrounded He Zhen.
There was a strong murderous aura in the air, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling.
He Zhen smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"What kind of hatred makes you chase me here!" He Zhen shouted, his voice echoing in the valley like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees and causing leaves to fly.
The monks were startled when they heard this, but then their fighting spirit was ignited again.
They had long heard of He Zhen's vicious reputation, and today they finally had the chance to kill him, so how could they not give it their all?
A monk in a green robe rushed out first, holding a long sword that was shining with green light, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at He Zhen.
Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
He Zhen was not in a hurry. He flashed and turned into a faint blue light, and instantly appeared behind the monk.
He clapped his hands lightly, and a powerful ghost energy surged out from his palms, directly hitting the monk's back.
The monk flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood from his mouth. He fell heavily to the ground and was unable to get up again.
The monks around were shocked when they saw this, but they had a trump card this time.
A monk took out a demon-catching bell, and the bell suddenly expanded when it fell to the ground, revealing a petite demon guarding the middle. She had long hair as smooth as a waterfall, eyes as clear as water, and always looked a bit innocent.
He Zhen was besieged by monks and was in a desperate situation. Just as he was trying his best and preparing to fight the enemy to the death, suddenly, the demon-catching bell floated in front of him.
"Brother Hezhen! Save me!" The little demon was still young and was so scared that he couldn't stop crying.
He Zhen's heart was shocked, as if struck by lightning. His body suddenly froze, and a trace of panic and worry flashed in his eyes.
He turned his head and saw dazzling runes flashing on the bell, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, which suppressed Fuqiu's demonic power.
Her face was full of tears and fear, but her clear eyes were now filled with despair and helplessness.
"Brother He Zhen, save me! I don't want to die!" Fuqiu's cries pierced into He Zhen's heart like a sharp knife, making him feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife. All the blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment.
He Zhen roared angrily and rushed towards Fuqiu. He wanted to rescue her. Along the way, only Fuqiu had no intention of killing him.
However, those monks were well prepared. A series of powerful formation barriers rose up in front of him, blocking him outside.
"He Zhen, if you don't want this little demon to die, just surrender!" The leading monk sneered, his eyes flashing with cunning and complacency.
He had long known about the relationship between He Zhen and Fuqiu, and deliberately captured Fuqiu in order to use her to threaten He Zhen.
He Zhen was furious, but more of it was helplessness and pain. He knew that if he forced his way in, he would not only fail to save Fuqiu, but would put her in a more dangerous situation.
He Zhen's eyes were sinister, and he asked in a deep voice: "Don't embarrass her, I can surrender."