The Word of Heaven

Chapter 200: The Customs and Practices of the Wasteland

The sword light came from nowhere and was extremely sudden, as if the night was covering it.

After the sword was raised, raindrops came along with it, creating an extremely majestic momentum.

What’s more important is that this sword is really too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light appeared right in front of the big red sedan and pierced straight into it.

The joyful laughter that echoed across the wasteland a moment ago suddenly stopped, replaced by a scream and shout.

A woman in a bright red wedding dress appeared in everyone's sight and retreated into the depths of the night, while in front of her was a bright sword light that was chasing her relentlessly.

At this moment, the female cultivator in the wedding dress raised her hands, and countless red threads were peeled off from her wedding dress, wrapping around the sword light like cloth, and wrapping it up like a dumpling in an instant.

After the sword light was restrained, her luxurious wedding dress had lost its sleeves, and her unusually white arms appeared in people's eyes, so dazzling that people could not take their eyes off them.

Just like any other girl, when she realized her arms were exposed, she naturally looked frightened and angry, and quickly hugged her chest with both hands.

A sharp whistle was heard immediately, and the raindrops within a radius of over a hundred feet suddenly stopped in mid-air, shaking continuously.

"You, you..."

The voice of the nun in the wedding dress was trembling, and she was even crying: "I haven't even gotten married yet, and you've already seen me. How can I get married in the future?!"

Hearing this angry questioning, the disciples of the Chiyin Sect actually cried together, as if this was really a huge event that could bring down the sky.

The expressions of the people in the caravan were equally indescribably shocked.

Even at this critical moment, even though they had heard of the absurdity and bizarreness of the Chiyin Cult in the past, they were still stunned at this moment, wondering what was going on.

He Tinghe stood behind the crowd with a dazed look in his eyes.

At this time, the woman in the wedding dress was floating towards the caravan camp with a crying voice.

"I just want to find someone to marry, why are you stopping me?"

"I've already been engaged to her, why do you have to separate me and her?"

Her voice was filled with sadness and anger: "You actually want to destroy my innocence and make me be abandoned by my lover. Don't you have any guilt at all?"

The rainstorm has not stopped yet, and the heaven and earth can make sounds.

It's even more dead silent here.

No one responded to her question because they didn't know what to say. They just felt that every word they heard was hard to describe, but they just wanted to continue listening.

Even the flying sword trapped by the red line fell silent.

A voice mixed with uncertainty and confusion sounded.

"So you came to us to marry yourself off?"

"Or else?"

The nun in the wedding gown cried out, "Do you think I look down on you rags? In this situation, I am already marrying down!"

The Chi Yin Cult members are still wailing for her.

The expressions of the people in the camp became more and more strange. The fear in their hearts was gradually replaced by a feeling of absurdity, and they could no longer remain silent.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "There are so many people here, who are you going to marry?"

"How can you not know anything?"

The nun in the wedding dress stopped crying and asked in disbelief, "She is such a gentle and beautiful person. She has such a firm and reliable character, just like a bright flame in the dark night. You can't tell who she is. Are you all blind?"

As soon as these words were spoken, people subconsciously began to look at each other, wondering who perfectly met the conditions in the words.

"So what you mean is, as long as you can marry him, will this matter be over tonight? Can everyone else leave?"

I don't know who asked this question, but the atmosphere in the caravan instantly became depressing.

The merchant leader finally came to his senses and realized the problem. He was about to speak up to stop the conversation from continuing and avoid internal strife.

The female cultivator in the wedding dress became angry again.

She roared, "How can you even think of leaving? You all must stay here!"

The merchant leader was stunned again, and subconsciously asked: "But don't you want to get married? You can't possibly marry everyone here, right? How can that make sense?"

The nun in the wedding dress was slightly startled, and shouted coldly: "Who said I want to marry you, who are as dirty as mud?"

"Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Her voice was hoarse and sharp: "I am willing to treat you as my betrothal gift, this is already the maximum tolerance I can give you. Now you dare to ask me not to even ask for a betrothal gift. You want me to be unable to hold my head up for the rest of my life!"

Having said this, she floated down like a ghost in the middle of the Chiyin believers, looking like a bride who had come with her family to seek an explanation. She was only a few dozen feet away from the caravan.

There was dead silence in the camp.

The merchant leader suddenly realized that he no longer needed to persuade.

Those companions who had previously had strange thoughts now had no other ideas and were steadfast - because no one could accept being treated as a betrothal gift.

"Well, now no one can stop me from getting married."

The nun in the wedding dress sighed, looked at her gifts through her veil, and said gently: "Just follow me obediently. Don't worry, this is not my first time getting married. I will be a virtuous and gentle wife, and I will treat you well."

The merchant leader's gaze fell on the night in the distance. He thought about the flying sword trapped in the ball of red thread and silently calculated the power he could use at the moment. However, his mood sank to the bottom as the calculation process progressed.

The realm of this female cultivator in the Chiyin Sect is quite extraordinary, and is obviously not far from the Immaculate Realm. Even in the Central Plains cultivation world, she would never be underestimated. When that sword cultivator is unable to strike out with the sword of the day, who can stop her?

In that carriage.

The swordsman who had not yet left frowned, thinking whether to fight or flee. Unbeknownst to him, the rainstorm had already begun to fall.

After the rain subsided, the fire ignited by the spark stone became brighter again.

The wedding dress was particularly beautiful under the firelight, as if to prove that what the female cultivator said was true and not a lie.

"Marry me."

Her voice was extremely gentle: "Okay?"

A long silence.

No one answered.

Just as both sides were silently preparing for the final battle, the voice that once appeared in the ears of the merchant leader rang out.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

the man asked politely.

The female cultivator in wedding dress raised her eyebrows and said, "Were you the one who drew the sword earlier?"

The man said, “Yeah.”

The expression of the nun in the wedding dress was particularly mocking, and she said sarcastically: "Do you know that you almost made me lose my virginity and never get married again? How dare someone like you talk to me again?"

The man was very regretful and said, "Is that so... Actually, I want to hear more, but since you have nothing to say, let's end it."

Before she finished speaking, the expression of the female cultivator in wedding dress suddenly changed.

At this moment, a long and peaceful sword chant appeared in everyone's ears.

The next moment, the red thread shattered without any warning, like fireworks at a wedding banquet.

——It’s not that I don’t want to let go, it’s just that the time has not come yet.

The flying sword moved forward like the wind, carrying all the raindrops in the sky. It appeared from the thick night and stabbed at the back of the female cultivator in the wedding dress.

Everything happened so suddenly that even the swordsman sitting in the carriage did not react. The flying sword brought up a stream of blood and killed several Chiyin sect members in an instant.

The nun in the wedding dress became even more angry when she saw this scene.

Then she lowered her head and hugged her body tightly with her hands again.

Countless red lines spread out in all directions with her as the center, flying towards the flying sword.

Then others noticed that her wedding dress was getting shorter and shorter, and her long, white legs were clearly exposed under the firelight.

The flying sword shuttled through the dense red lines, occasionally flashing sword light to cut off a few of them, and then pierced through the eyebrows of a disciple of the Chiyin Sect. The whole process was extremely calm.

In fact, the speed of the flying sword was not too fast and remained within a normal range.

However, no matter how hard the red thread of the Wedding Dress Female Cultivator tried to surround it, it was always one step behind, so it was meaningless, and the flying sword could only continue to take away her family members.

This way of killing, in her opinion, was nothing less than a naked humiliation.

Angry because of the humiliation, and thinking about herself at that moment, the Wedding Dress Sister made a very difficult decision.

She raised her head, looked at everyone in the camp with tears in her eyes, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, after I kill this man, I will fight you back, just like I fought myself."

After saying this, she squatted down slowly until she hugged her thighs with her hands.

It's like a girl crying in a corner late at night.

What appeared was not just tears, but also a thin red line that was enough to wrap the entire camp into a huge sphere after the wedding dress disappeared completely.

Then, those red threads followed the will of the nun in wedding dress and shot towards everyone in the camp like arrows.

The few remaining Chiyin believers turned around and left without hesitation, fleeing as far as possible. However, before they could get far, a red line pierced their heads and they fell powerlessly to the ground.

People in the caravan began to die. Facing the seemingly endless red line, most people had no idea how to resist.

"It's all you who forced me..."

The voice of the nun in the wedding dress came to an abrupt end, because the person who was willing to listen to her nonsense before was no longer willing to listen.

An ordinary flying sword appeared in the air.

That's folded snow.

It is beautiful against the firelight.

The next moment, the sword began to burn for no reason.

There was a slight rubbing sound.

Zhexue appeared silently in front of the female cultivator in wedding dress and stabbed out indifferently.

But before that, the red line in the sky returned early and blocked the sword.

It was the sword that was blocked.

What cannot be stopped is the flame.

The sword fire followed the thousands of red lines and spread out instantly, bringing endless light and heat.

The female cultivator, who no longer had her wedding dress on, looked up in shock, as if she saw a new sun rising just in front of her.

The night sky of the wasteland was illuminated again.