Chapter 563 Xiaoyao Town! Meet the Enemy!
After entering the mayor's residence, Ji Dongfeng looked around and finally found that there was no one in the hall. Although the layout and furnishings were not much different from the mayor's residence in Xiaoyao Town, it had a more vicissitudes and solemn atmosphere, and even dried blood could be seen in some corners.
"Where is the mayor?" Ji Dongfeng asked.
Wang Muer smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not say much, but pointed to a bronze mirror on the table.
"You will know once you look at it." Wang Shoude said.
Seeing this, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved, and he walked to the bronze mirror. His face instantly appeared on the mirror. After only two or three breaths, the person in the mirror turned into a man wearing blood-red armor. The man had a full beard on his face, and his eyes looked directly at Ji Dongfeng, and a murderous aura quietly spread.
"Boom!"
The next moment, a red light burst out of the bronze mirror and shone on Ji Dongfeng, and countless memories flashed through Ji Dongfeng's mind. When he came to his senses again, he had become the middle-aged man in the mirror, and shouts rang in his ears.
"Report! Mayor! The major sects have sent flying swords to transmit messages! The devil is everywhere! They have no time to support Xiaoyao Town! Xuantian Sect sent a message! Please die generously for the world of cultivation!"
"Report! Mayor! Xiaoyao Town has been surrounded by the devil, and the people really can't get out! The Xiaoyao Town formation can't hold on for too long!"
"Report! All the Xiaoyao guards rushed to the front line, and we have no backup reinforcements! Ninety percent of the town's casual cultivators stayed! The four friends of poetry, calligraphy and painting have taken the casual cultivators to the main gate where the battle was the most intense!"
Looking at the guards covered in blood, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved and tried to control his body, but then he found that he couldn't take the initiative to control it at this moment, and could only be a bystander.
"Take my magic weapon and go to the main gate." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice and slowly stood up.
"Yes!"
As soon as the voice fell, two guards came forward, one holding a blood-red long sword and the other holding a seven-color lotus.
Ji Dongfeng saw this and his heart moved. He recognized that this seven-color lotus was very similar to the seven-color Tongbao lotus, but with an extra layer of murderous aura.
The next moment, the middle-aged man walked out of the hall with a sword in one hand and a lotus in the other, and walked towards the main gate of Xiaoyao Town step by step.
"Don't be so rampant, the demons, today I will show you how powerful I am as a lotus swordsman! Remember, after I die, go find my apprentice Mu Lingfeng to take over as the mayor of Xiaoyao Town!"
With a roar, the middle-aged man took a step forward, the lotus in his hand trembled slightly, and in an instant he rushed to the main gate of Xiaoyao Town, and Ji Dongfeng's sight changed accordingly.
At the same time, a series of loud laughter rang in Ji Dongfeng's ears.
"Guardians! Don't be afraid of the demons! I'll recite poems to cheer you up!"
"The demons are everywhere, who are the heroes? Today, blood is shed here, and the dead bones will smile in peace for a thousand years!"
"You rarely write a serious poem! In that case! Then my lyrics can't be bad!"
"The demons gather one after another, and the momentum is like a mountain and a river. The murderous aura washes the long clothes, and the heart turns into a sword. The monks drink in the wind, and the heroic spirit is hard to indulge. Today, we will fight for victory and blood will stain the Taoist robes red. The horn has sounded, and I am waiting to fight for my life. The drums shake the world, and the spiritual energy rushes into the sky. The enemy is like grass Mustard, quelling the flames of war. I am like thunder, turning everything into ashes! "
"What a great ashes! Good poem! Good lyrics! I have recorded this poem and your feats, and this calligraphy is called "The Burial Place of the Demonic Path"! In the future, your reputation will be passed down through the ages, and it will be better than becoming an immortal!"
Entering the mayor's mansion, Ji Dongfeng looked around, and finally found that there was no one in the hall. Although the layout and furnishings were not much different from the current mayor's mansion in Xiaoyao Town, there was a more vicissitudes and solemn atmosphere, and even dried blood could be seen in some corners.
"Where is the mayor?" Ji Dongfeng asked.
Wang Muer smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not say much, but pointed to a bronze mirror on the table.
"One look will tell." Wang Shoude said.
Seeing this, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved, and he walked to the bronze mirror. His face instantly appeared on the mirror. After only two or three breaths, the person in the mirror turned into a man wearing blood-red armor. The man had a full beard and looked directly at Ji Dongfeng, with a murderous aura quietly spreading.
"Boom!"
The next moment, a red light rushed out of the bronze mirror and shone on Ji Dongfeng, and countless memories flashed through Ji Dongfeng's mind. When he came to his senses again, he had turned into the middle-aged man in the mirror, and shouts rang in his ears.
"Report! Mayor! The major sects have sent flying swords to transmit messages! The demons are everywhere! They have no time to support Xiaoyao Town! Xuantian Sect sent a message! Please die bravely for the world of cultivation!"
"Report! Mayor! Xiaoyao Town has been surrounded by the demons, and the people really can't get out! The Xiaoyao Town formation can't hold out for too long!"
"Report! All the Xiaoyao guards have rushed to the front line, and we have no backup reinforcements! Ninety percent of the casual cultivators in the town have stayed! The four friends of poetry, calligraphy and painting have led the casual cultivators to the main gate where the battle is most intense!"
Looking at the guards covered in blood, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved and tried to control his body, but then he found that he couldn't take the initiative to control it at this moment, and could only be a bystander.
"Take my magic weapon and go to the main gate." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice and slowly stood up.
"Yes!"
After the voice fell, two guards came forward, one holding a blood-red long sword and the other holding a seven-color lotus.
Ji Dongfeng saw this and his heart moved. He recognized that this seven-color lotus was very similar to the seven-color Tongbao lotus, but it had an extra layer of murderous aura.
The next moment, the middle-aged man walked out of the hall with a knife in one hand and a lotus in the other, and walked towards the main gate of Xiaoyao Town step by step.
"Don't be so arrogant, demons. Today I will show you how powerful I am as a lotus swordsman! Remember, after I die, go find my apprentice Mu Lingfeng to take over as the mayor of Xiaoyao Town!"
With a roar, the middle-aged man took a step forward, and the lotus in his hand trembled slightly. In an instant, he rushed to the main gate of Xiaoyao Town, and Ji Dongfeng's sight changed accordingly.
At the same time, loud laughter rang in Ji Dongfeng's ears.
"Guardians! Don't be afraid of the demons! I'll recite poems to cheer you up!"
"The demons are everywhere, who are the heroes? Today, blood is shed here, and the dead bones will smile for a long time!"
"You rarely write a serious poem! In that case! Then my lyrics can't be bad!"
"The demons gather together, and the momentum is like a mountain and a river. The murderous aura washes the long clothes, and the heart turns into a sword. The monks drink wine in the wind, and the heroic spirit is hard to indulge. Today, we fight for victory and blood stains the Taoist robes red. The horn has sounded, and I am waiting to fight for my life. The drums shake the world, and the spiritual energy rushes to the sky. The enemy is like grass, and the beacon fire is extinguished. I am like a thunderbolt, and everything is reduced to ashes!"
"What a reduced to ashes! Good poem! Good lyrics! I have recorded this poem and your heroic deeds, and this calligraphy is called "The Burial Place of the Demons"! In the future, it will be passed down through the ages, and your reputation will spread, which is better than becoming an immortal!"