Ziyun Daocheng is still under martial law throughout the city.
The sword pavilion has long been empty, and all the sword marks on the wall with sword intent have been erased. Dozens of Ziyun Dao disciples have checked for a long time, but nothing has been found.
The ground has been dug three feet long, but still no one has been found.
The black snake Yin Wushe quietly looked at the window, and continued to meditate in the inn room.
How did he do this
He swore that he was furious when he found out that the rat in his pocket was eaten up by the snake, and rushed out to kill the hydra, but just entered the city and was blown by the cold wind, he calmed down and knew who he is now If he is not the opponent's opponent, he is ready to retreat and swallow this dumb loss. Anyway, it will take a long time to come to Japan.
However, just like this, Kun-Lai and Ziyun Dao actually started a war!
As soon as the big formation opens, no one can go out unless the monks of Ziyun Dao!
After thinking about his identity, whether it was the Kunlai Snake or the Big Xuan Snake caught by Zi Yundao, he felt that it would be difficult to escape the end of being cut into the pot.
After weighing it, the black snake decisively went to the Hydra who contacted Kun-Lai's traitor.
As the son of the dragon and snake demon saint, this hydra is also a famous second generation in Yuntianyu, and prefers the prosperity of Ziyundao City, so Ziyundao has a name, and Ziyundao people will not come to search him. place.
Hai Chaoxu welcomes this black snake very much. Although he didn't bring a mouse to do it this time, it's enough to bring him... Let's keep him without a word.
Black Snake also learned the reason for the war from Hai Chaoxu.
"You said Yan Hui, I heard that someone sent him a letter. The letter was written by his grandson Yan Ling. He is very sure that it is not fake." Hai Chaoxu said lazily while rubbing his tail with him. "That Yan Ling seems to be his favorite grandson, with a strong talent. He suddenly disappeared in Central Continent a few years ago and can't be found anywhere. Because of the internal struggle of Ziyun Dao, their family had to return to the Outer Territory, which is equivalent to being exiled. Then Yan Huizheng was so angry that he received a letter saying that his grandson Yan Ling was captured by the devil An Xian, tortured every day, and asked him for help."
"So he went straight to the door?"
"Yeah, An Xian insisted that he didn't catch his grandson, and the two monkeys started fighting." Hai Chaoxu stretched out another snake's head and moved up.
"Then are you watching them fight?" Hei Snake asked a little strangely. This Hydra has been eating and drinking for free in Ziyun Dao City for a long time, don't you have any idea of helping
"Isn't that the case with monsters?" Hai Hydra disagreed, "Monkeys are fighting for the king, why is the snake going to help a monkey fight? It doesn't do any good."
Black Snake thinks it makes sense, but it really is that his own thoughts have not been converted.
But after thinking about it like this, someone came to invite Hai Hydra to go to the Taoist sect to talk, saying that there was something to discuss.
It seemed to be beneficial, so Hai Chaoxu rubbed the black snake with his tail, stretched out nine letters and licked it around his neck: "Little fairy~ Wait for me to come back."
Then it went away like the wind.
The black snake was licked with a fishy look on his face, a hair in his heart, and he scolded an idiot, and then he thought that this time was over, so don't come out again.
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On Feilai Peak, Ji Yunlai took off his robe, tried on the clothes under Feng Qingxiu's almost burning face, and found that it fit very well.
What to do, Ji Yunlai found that he liked Xiaoqing's uncontrollable anger and couldn't calm down.
Such a young man is so lively, he usually looks serious and calm, without any youthful vitality.
Obviously when he didn't become his disciple back then, Xiaoqing was very lively and lovely.
"You said, if I wear it out, will those nephews, nephews and brothers stunned?" Ji Yunlai leisurely added a fire and poured a bucket of oil.
Feng Qingxiu only felt that the strings in her head suddenly collapsed!
He had a fierce expression in an instant, slammed the master's wall onto the bluestone, stretched out his hand and tore off his clothes.
That movement was so skilled and familiar that Ji Yunlai felt a little dazed in his heart, and he forgot to resist.
Feng Qingxiu finally calmed down, and after finding out what she had done, she looked at the clothes she was holding in her arms, and then looked at his master leaning against Qingshi, looking at his master with a half-smile, he was wearing a pure white underwear, revealing a perfect neck and A piece of delicate collarbone, not a little embarrassed, but like a big cat looking at its prey, with jokes in its eyes.
He lowered his head calmly, stretched out his hand and used the speed of invisible sword energy to pick off the trim with different meanings, then weaved two patterns with thin threads, and filled up the imprint left by the trim, and then shook his robe, Put it on the master again.
Now even Ji Yunlai would admire his calmness and courage.
Xiaoqing, do you know what you are doing
Then Feng Qingxiu said lightly: "The wind is strong on the mountain, Master should rest early!"
Turned around and left.
It's just that although he tried his best to keep his composure, his footsteps were a little erratic.
Then he walked into the room and added hundreds of seals to the room in one breath, making Ji Yunlai unable to enter for a while...
Because those talismans are the highest masterpieces that he gave to Xiaoqing, is this considered a cocoon
And Xiaoqing, do you know how wasteful your behavior is
Ji Yunlai, who was locked out of the door, restrained his desire to knock on the door, and felt that today's mountain style was desolate.
You can only put on the clothes that Xiaoqing sent. Fortunately, it is just an ordinary spiritual incarnation. It doesn't matter if you wear it or not.
Otherwise, Xiaoqing's offense just now could easily arouse a counterattack from his body-protecting aura.
In addition, was it dazzling just now, why did I watch the shadow behind the apprentice floating around, and it was about to fly
There's nothing wrong with his shadow, right
He was a little worried in his heart, but Ji Yunlai was always at ease with Xiaoqing, so he quickly put his heart down and his eyes fell on the big formation in Ziyun Daocheng.
Although the magic circle, which has been operated by Ziyundao for thousands of years, is huge and exquisite, even the immortals can resist it for a while, but when it falls into his eyes, there is no secret at all.
Layer by layer, every pattern, every connection, every function, was quickly analyzed one by one in his eyes, split into countless planes and elevations, and even how to unravel, how to redo, and how to improve are all under observation. New ideas when parsing.
His spiritual sense gradually penetrated through the magic circle and silently entered.
No difficulty.
Soon, following the special aura fluctuations of Kun-Lai's mind, he found those disciples who were trapped in the city.
Time was too short, and they were not caught.
Led by a sword cultivator, they hid in a large dilapidated temple in the city, dressed in shabby clothes, with a pale yellow complexion.
The leader, Jian Xiu, had an ordinary face and was very young. He adjusted the sleeping movements of a disciple next to him, and said in a low voice, "The hard workers are all huddled into a ball to sleep in the cold weather. Don't sleep like this, there aren't many civilians here who can stretch out and sleep in a bed."
"Yes, at first glance, it looks like the eldest young master." The fellow practitioner with Jianfeng next to him whispered and said with a voice transmission.
"Nonsense, before I was picked up, my family was the poorest in the village, but I don't even have a bed that can be opened." Jianxiu, who was sleeping all over the place, huddled into a ball according to the boss's request, but sounded a little dissatisfied. Say.
"How is that the same?" The older monk next to him, who seemed to be in his thirties, said in a low voice, "You are foolish to be so many outer disciples who have been screened out? There have been so many elections, and many of you have lost the election. When the village returns to the town, they are all capable of both literature and martial arts. With these people helping the village and the village, how can they live well? Look at this city, if it was in the hometown, there would have been special people to send it. Money to do work, road building or embankment, I always have to find something to do, how can I have enough food for the whole family in one day, what about the people here? It’s not bad to buy a steamed bun in one day.”
"They still bring the wotou. We still have some noodles in the wotou in our hometown. Even the steamed buns here are made of buckwheat, not white noodles..."
"It's cold and early here, it's not like we can harvest wheat twice a year there."
"That's right, I heard that there are three crops of rice harvested in Haicheng in the south. Some people in Rabbit Peak have made some hybrids of good spiritual rice and ordinary rice, and planted them for them." Someone next to them said that Rabbit Peak is Shennong Peak.
"So after tens of thousands of years, there are not many people. I heard that there is a country not far from here, but the farm tools here are very good. I passed by and bought a lot of them."
"Occupy pockets! Buy a few samples and go back and make them... Forget it, you'll always lose it when you can't pack it!"
"How can it be possible? It's still empty when we go back to the mountain. It's our mountain. We don't know how to weave or sell medicine. If you want to fill it up, just wait and dream!"
"It makes sense..."
"Please don't be so reasonable... If you don't choose a sword when you go up the mountain, you don't choose a sword if you don't go up the mountain. Why didn't I listen to the words of my seniors back then?"
"That's right, even the monsters in the mountains can't be beaten randomly, and if you beat them, you will lose money, or you should be so miserable!"
"And the group of vampire bats, take the medicine, go back and forth dozens of times, and the money earned is gone."
"Yup… "
A group of sword cultivators felt heartache when they poked their wounds.
"Can you guys shut up!" The cultivator headed in a low voice, feeling a little fugitive, okay
So everyone stopped talking.
The strength of Jianfeng is respected, and Qiao Taki is their head. Apart from his terrifying swordsmanship, he can live for a hundred years under the master of An Feng, which is also something that Deputy Peak Master You have to admire. Deputy Peak Master You is actually very happy to hand over the ordinary things of Jianfeng to Qiao Taki or You Jia, so that he can easily go to Judu Peak and live a good life, but neither Qiao Taki nor You Jia is willing. Let Deputy Peak Master You's dream come true.
As soon as Qiao Taki found something wrong, he collected them and hid them. It is impossible for such a big city to be closed forever. As long as he hides for a day or two, nothing will happen.
So they all listen to the boss.
Qiao Taki was thinking about where to go if he was hiding here, when he saw his net lit up.
Seeing the online content, his whole eyes lit up.