Sword of Coming

Inside the Chenghuang Temple.

After Chuyi escaped to the ground with the rusty golden body fragments, he soon reappeared and killed most of the civil and military judges, various ghost officials, day and night wandering gods, and General Shackles with a white rainbow swirling around.

In the end, only the civil judge of the City God's Temple, General Shackles, who had been in office not long ago, and some ghost officials with low moral standards were left.

The fifteen in the sword-raising gourd simply didn’t show up this time.

Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves, rolled up the pale gold or pure silver gold body fragments into his hands, and placed them within easy reach.

Chen Pingan then continued to look up at the black sea of ​​clouds, which was less than three hundred feet away from the Suijia City ground.

After thinking about it, Chen twisted out a golden barrier-breaking talisman that had not been burned out on Cangjun Lake. After that, he tried the Jade Clear Light Talisman again.

Tonight, the first person to fight against the catastrophe is to rely on his own abilities. As for what happens next, there is no such fuss.

On the first day of the new year, he was still wandering around the entire City God's Temple, with a buzzing sound that broke through the air.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the auxiliary officials and ghost officials of the City God's Temple who did not dare to move. He just glanced at them.

Be upright and loyal, pity the common people, take care of things on behalf of nature, cut off evil and eradicate evil?

On the first day of the new year, it seemed that he had planned to let go of the remaining ghosts. Suddenly, a flash of white rainbow sword light pierced through several of the ghost officials in the City God's Temple who were responsible for punishing evil and giving longevity, and dissipated on the spot.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, turned his head and no longer looked at these ghost officials who were eating incense with the City God. "Still not leaving? Do you want to stay with me at the City God's Temple to bear the catastrophe?"

They fled one after another, just trying to stay as far away from the Chenghuang Temple as possible. It would be better if they could leave Suijia City.

A middle-aged man with a big beard actually walked into the Chenghuang Temple. He had spit on the ground at the door before. When he entered the front hall, he saw the young swordsman holding his breath and concentrating. The man hesitated. After a while, the urn asked angrily: "What are you doing? Mr. Yu, as the local god of the county, I should not advise you to leave. Naturally, a few people in a county will die as few as possible. But Yu Gong Personally, I still hope you don’t wade into troubled waters. It’s not that I look down on your methods as a master of swordsmanship. It’s really a disaster, and the most entangled thing is. If you can’t bear it, everything will be fine. Since you are all swordsmen You are an immortal, but you still don’t understand the twists and turns here? Cultivation is not easy, so why bother?"

Chen Pingan turned around and asked, "Are you from the Fire God Temple?"

The man nodded and said: "I really did a lot of evil in my last life. Even people died, and yet I still have to be the god of this Fire God Temple. I haven't had a comfortable day in these hundreds of years."

Chen Pingan asked: "When the prefect was still a child, was he escorted out of Suijia City by you?"

The man grinned and said, "If you asked me this when the City God was alive, you would never dare to admit it even if you beat me to death again."

Chen Ping'an smiled, "You can go, don't try to persuade me. Anyway, I estimate that once the catastrophe falls, you, the accompanying city god who cannot move, will not survive before me."

The man said casually: "It doesn't matter. Only when you become a god do you know what real life is worse than death. Half-death is worse than death. I will carry a small stool to the roof of the Fire God Temple. Before I die, I will stare. Open your eyes and take a good look at the legendary sword immortal."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The man turned and left, walked to the door, suddenly turned around and asked: "My god, after all, can't do anything useful. You, the sword fairy, are obviously a straight man... a good man, don't blame me, no anger?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Let's not talk about who I am and what my cultivation level is. Let's just say that in this world, I really have the strength and character to blame a good person for not doing a good enough job. I don't expect these people to stand up and kill the bad guys. Why? Are you unwilling to even scold bad people?"

The man laughed loudly and strode away, "Of course good people, ghosts, and gods are easy to bully. You, a foreign swordsman, are really stupid to ask such a question!"

When he crossed the threshold, clasped his hands in fists, raised them high above his head, shook them hard a few times, and then strode away. The bearded god's rough voice could be heard throughout the night, "If he wasn't a fool, he would be I will not enter the City God's Temple that is full of snakes and rats. Sword Immortal, don't die! In this bastard world, there are already very few good people with some ability! If you act on your own initiative, you will really die in this unworthy rag. Damn it, I’m going to scold you a few times when the time comes!!”

Chen Ping'an threw the golden barrier-breaking talisman toward the black clouds that overwhelmed the city, to test the depth of the catastrophe.

A huge golden hole as big as the City God's Temple was opened at the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds by the talisman.

But the sea of ​​clouds rolled and quickly closed up.

Chen Ping'an took a glance at it before and saw that the sea of ​​clouds was extremely thick, and there was no sign that the talisman could penetrate the top of the sea of ​​clouds.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath.

Holding the sword with both hands, he looked up at the sky.

Within a hundred feet, the first sword can be handed out.

But after being two hundred feet apart, you can punch first.

After the strange phenomenon appeared in the Chenghuang Temple.

Fan Weiran, who settled in Suijia City, made a prompt decision and led the Baodong Immortal monks and the Qi practitioners who were attached to his sect to quickly leave Suijia City and go to Cangyun Lake together. After all, the Lake Lord was She owes Fan Weiran a big favor. Forgive him that after his vitality was seriously injured in Cangjun Lake, he dared not control his evil eyes like that night at the banquet. This made Yan Qing, her ancestor, Here, I had an excuse to leave the Dragon Palace banquet, saying that I was going to the water temple of the owner of the Zaoxi channel to relax. After that, there were constant turmoil, and Yan Qing felt a little uneasy when she came to this city. Not only she, Fan Weiran, but also the monks of Yan Qing's senior nephew generation saw some clues.

Fan Weiran's deep-seated hatred for the young swordsman increased even more, daring to break my Yan Yatou's Taoist heart! She has been designated by the immortal as one of the candidates for the future leader of the Immortal Family in Baodong Fairyland and the entire mountaintop of more than ten countries. Once Yan Qing finally stands out, Baodong Wonderland will be able to obtain another Immortal Taoism.

Baodong Wonderland and Huangyue City, for so many years, have been nothing more than two chess pieces secretly chosen to raise fish in ponds in dozens of countries.

The so-called fighting between life and death is the same as fire and water, but how many monks from the two families really died? There are not many, and those who died were those who seemed to be in a reasonable state, but were actually hopeless. The more who died, weren't they all monks from vassal sects?

In the world of more than ten countries, why hasn’t a Golden Body warrior appeared in two hundred years? You must know that the last one was killed by his junior sister and Ye Han together.

Nowadays, among the six-level warriors who show off their power in the secular dynasty, the so-called great masters of martial arts, the one who is the best in swordsmanship, the one who is the best in boxing, who is not a man who is about to die while enjoying peace of mind and having a rotten skin?

Fan Weiran turned his head and glanced at Yan Qing who was following him, and smiled slightly. He knew why his junior sister had to kill the golden body martial artist back then, but he knew it clearly. After all, this huge secret is Baodong Wonderland and Huangyue City, and only one person in the past has known about it. As for the rest of the mountains, there is no chance or qualification to meet the immortal.

As for the foreign swordsman who appeared inexplicably and was affected by the catastrophe, it would be best if he accidentally died in the City God's Temple. This would be considered an advantage for you, otherwise he would be seriously injured and captured by me, Fan Weiran. Compared to Bao Bao The unique secret of Dongxianjing Patriarch Hall, and his Yinhou's insidious magic technique of lighting water lanterns in Cangjun Lake.

The monks from Baodong Wonderland and various vassal sects all rushed in the same direction, rushing to Cangjun Lake. However, those who could not travel far away from the wind could only rely on two legs to fly across the ground. The worst thing was just Can ride out of the city.

After Fan Weiran Yufeng left Suijia City, he suddenly asked: "Didn't those unscrupulous military monks from Ghost Ax Palace leave the city with us?"

Next to the old woman, a junior monk of the family who was living in seclusion in the countryside as a guest of the current prefect's staff, respectfully said: "Reporting to my ancestor, after getting the news about me in an inn, I don't know why they didn't leave immediately. It was said that I needed to deal with some urgent matters, so I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I left first. Finally, I found that a group of them had left Suijia City in another direction. I don't know if they will go to Cangjun Lake to join us."

Fan Weiran was furious, his face full of evil, and asked: "Where is that guy named Du Yu? Have you ever seen him?"

The old monk said: "We saw him together at the inn. It was just as rumored. He has a playful and smiling face and is not a decent thing."

There was a lot of commotion at Cangjun Lake that night, but no monks in Suiji City dared to come close to watch the battle. When gods of the height of Cangjun Lake are fighting, you clap and applaud next to them, but no one on either side of the fight will appreciate it. With a flick of his sleeve, he was wiped out with a slap. What's more, all the important weapons of the immortal family and all the magical arts are not long-sighted. If you go to the gate of hell by yourself, your death will not be in vain.

So the old monk wondered: "Why did the ancestor ask this person alone?"

Fan Weiran's face was gloomy and he didn't reveal the secret. He just sneered and said, "I'll settle the score with this bastard later!"

The premise is of course that the foreign swordsman named Chen died, or lost most of his life in Suijia City.

While Yan Qing was enjoying the wind, he glanced back at the vague outline of Suijia City.

Vaguely visible, a golden talisman exploded at the bottom of the Sea of ​​Heavenly Tribulation Clouds.

Yan Qing sighed quietly in his heart.

Then a young swordsman who knows how to calculate people's hearts is actually a fool.

On the top of the Black Glaze Mountain, which is further away from Suijia City than Cangjun Lake, in a slightly rough mountaintop viewing pavilion, stood a slender middle-aged man, dressed as plainly as a man from a well-off man in the market, with ornaments hanging on his body. Only the jade plaque hanging on his waist.

The man stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the seal characters on the jade plaque, thinking deeply.

The handsome young man He Lu sat aside and took off the yellowed bamboo flute. He was gently wiping this beloved magical instrument with a piece of rare silk woven by the immortal family.

The middle-aged man just looked at Suijia City. The extremely thick black clouds were slowly moving downwards. It was as if the entire sky was drooping down on the world. At a glance, the top of the sea of ​​clouds could not be seen at all.

A white-haired old man sitting cross-legged said with a smile: "Heaven and earth are connected for no reason. This is a great catastrophe in the world. City Lord, after this catastrophe comes, I think the landscape formation of this black-glazed mountain cannot be preserved. It is still the same. My mother-in-law is planning carefully and hooked up with Yin Hou of Cangjun Lake. In this matter, we can only choose Black Glaze Mountain and spend our own money to build the formation, so we can take advantage of it."

The white-haired old man kept beating his legs and said bitterly: "I really don't know what the foreign swordsman is thinking. Even if he wants to take food from both us and Baodong Fairyland, you can wait until the exotic treasure appears in the world, right? If he really killed the City God, the catastrophe will come to him. What the hell is he planning? City Lord, I don’t have a bright mind, can you tell me something? I can’t figure it out even if I encounter someone who breaks my head. The thing is, when I see a beautiful woman who is alluring and has a hot mouth, I feel itchy."

The man standing in the pavilion is Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City.

Ye Han said: "A foreign swordsman rushed in to disrupt the game. In fact, the chess game is still the same, and the situation has not changed much. The accidents caused by this person's cultivation will be almost wiped out by the disaster. What I am worried about is not this. The people are not Baodong Wonderland and Fan Weiran, but a few foreigners who are also outsiders. Compared with this upright swordsman, they are much more sneaky. For the time being, I only know that the foxy girl from Yinping Kingdom belongs to one of them."

As soon as the white-haired old man heard about the fox charm, he immediately became interested and said, "The Emperor of the Yinping Kingdom is the flowing water, and the Queen is the iron queen. Haha, it's really funny. It turns out that they are from other places. Let me just say, we have the customs of dozens of countries. But you can’t raise a sky fox with five tails.”

Ye Han shook his head and said: "She hides deeply, but she is actually a six-tailed golden elixir realm fox charm. This news was obtained by Huang Yuecheng with the life of a Dragon Gate realm monk."

The white-haired old man exclaimed: "Then I will have to walk around her when I see her in the future. Damn it, Golden Core Realm! Isn't it the same as you, the city lord?!"

He Lu was just wiping the bamboo flute and was not interested in these secrets, which were considered to be the most important events in the mountain.

Ye Han shook his head and said: "There is a huge difference between monks in the same realm. The fox spirit is naturally unique in bewitching ordinary people, but when it comes to fighting in battle, the fox spirit has never been good at it. I don't think she can beat Fan Weiran. But since she comes from Those who come from other places must have one or two special magical weapons nearby. Fan Weiran and I will catch and kill them, and the chances of winning are not too great. We don't even have extravagant hopes of successfully killing them."

Ye Han turned around and smiled: "If there is a chance, if the sword that the stranger has been carrying is really a magic weapon, I can fight for it afterwards and see if I can barter it and give it to you as a gift."

The white-haired old man was confused, "City Lord, why are you bartering? Also, what else do you need to fight for here?"

Ye Han shook his head, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

After hearing the promise from the Lord of Huangyue City, He Lu's eyes lit up. Suddenly, when the handsome young man glanced in the direction of the city from the corner of his eye, his eyes became brighter and brighter as if a wick had been cut.

Ye Han shook his head, "Don't think about it. Not to mention you, even I don't dare to have any unnecessary thoughts."

Ye Han's expression became solemn, and he spoke with ripples in his heart: "He Lu, the war is about to begin. I must remind you a few words. Although your qualifications and luck are slightly better than Yan Qing's, you can follow me to the Immortal Mansion to meet the immortal. Although The immortal himself did not show up, but just asked people to receive you and me. It is considered an honor. You are equivalent to walking in front of Yan Qing. But on this mountain, half of those who can travel a hundred miles are ninety. The difference between the two sides is just one level. It's no different from cloud mud, so the little boy in that immortal mansion dares to disrespect me with the support of that immortal. That rare treasure has already been revealed to you, it is an innate sword embryo. Sword embryos in the world can be divided into people and things. The former determines whether he can become a sword immortal since he was born. Later, it is even more amazing that a Qi practitioner who is not a sword embryo can become a sword immortal. This Even if I, Ye Han, grab this once-in-a-lifetime rare treasure without knowing it and give it to you, ask yourself, how can you take it and hold it?"

He Lu put away his bamboo flute, stood up, and said respectfully: "Disciple understands!"

He drove to the top of a mountain in the north outside the city.

The man with a sword, who had already put on a pair of divine armor, looked back at the City God's Temple.

Du Yu didn't understand, even if he beat him to death, he wouldn't understand.

Why is the senior who is the best at calculating gains and losses and people's hearts so impulsive?

How can the lives of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of ordinary people be compared with the cultivation and life of your predecessor, a swordsman? !

Even if the senior was standing in front of him now, he, Du Yu, dared to shout out these rebellious words. Even if he was slapped to death, or even imprisoned in a soul cage, he, Du Yu, would still have to ask a question. ask.

It's night this day.

The sea of ​​clouds sinks like heaven and earth colliding.

Except for the monks at the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace and the Black Glazed Mountain Pavilion, Fan Weiran and Ye Han paid the price respectively and were able to see the last scene with their magical powers that could see the mountains and rivers with their palms. The other qi practitioners on the mountain who had dispersed all the birds and beasts saw It is better to follow the people in the city who are destined to live a life of mediocrity.

But even Fan Weiran and Yan Qing, Ye Han and He Lu beside him could only see the narrow space between the sky and the earth, which was a hundred feet above the ground and a hundred feet away from the clouds.

There was a man in green shirt who wielded a sword and kept punching.

After the sea of ​​clouds still slowly sank to a hundred feet away from Suiji City.

Fan Weiran and Ye Han removed their magical powers almost at the same time, both of them turned slightly pale.

The last scene was a golden sword light rising from the human world, as if from south to north, instantly cutting through the entire sea of ​​clouds.

After that, there was only the sound of thunder in the whole county, and the sword light lingered in the sea of ​​clouds, mixed with fleeting bursts of talisman light.

The sky and the earth finally returned to silence, and the sea of ​​clouds covering the entire city slowly dissipated.

In the official prison in Suijia City, there was a strange sword light that was far darker than night. It broke out of the ground, pulled out an extremely long black line that reached the sky, and then flew away.

Ye Han in the Black Glaze Mountain Pavilion and Fan Weiran in the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace had a clear understanding of each other, and they issued orders at the same time, preparing to compete for the rare treasure that was finally born.

Thousands of immortal masters from all sides, wild cultivators trying to catch the leak, and martial arts warriors who rely on Qi practitioners, have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, chasing the black line.

Then, after the black line flew for more than a hundred miles, it was suddenly swallowed by a little monkey. An old man hid it in his sleeve and began to escape.

A chase and chaos began.

Only an inconspicuous monk from Ghost Ax Palace rushed towards Suijia City.

I saw that the entire Suijia City, including the city walls, and all the buildings that were more than seven feet high, seemed to have been flattened with a knife.

The man in snow-white armor rushed to the top of the city. He hesitated for a moment, but finally did not enter the city immediately. He walked around the top of the city. As far as he could see, the City God Temple seemed to have been reduced to ruins, and there were many high-rise buildings belonging to wealthy families. Collapsed to the ground, Suiji City was noisy, mixed with countless shouts and cries, one after another. Almost every household had lit a lamp. Probably from the first day of Suiji City's founding, there had never been a night when no one, rich or poor, could Lighting the lamps in unison can make them as bright as day.

Du Yu gritted his teeth and did not dare to swim against the wind. He put away the nectar armor and put the armor pills into his sleeves. Then he secretly jumped off the wall and did not dare to walk on the street. He just chose the small roads in the streets and alleys and ran To the City God Temple.

Along the way, the children were crying, the women were busy comforting them, the young and strong men were cursing, the old people mostly chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha at home, those who had wooden fish knocked on wooden fish, and some bold hooligans poked their heads around, hoping to find some opportunities to make a fortune.

Wealthy people began to put up the talismans they bought from temples and Taoist temples with huge sums of money. No matter what they were, they put them up.

When he arrived at the street outside the City God's Temple, Du Yu rushed in and saw only a bloody and bloody man with no flesh on his body. He stood there with a sword in both hands.

Du Yu glanced at the long sword with dim golden light, shook his head fiercely, and gave himself several big slaps in succession. Then he clasped his hands together, with firm eyes, and said softly: "Senior, don't worry, trust me Du Yu, I will I’m just carrying you to a secluded place, it’s not a good place to stay for a long time!”

Du Yu waited for a moment, "Since senior doesn't say anything, do you think he agreed?!"

Finally, Du Yu walked up to the man with the sword.

He was about to squat down and carry his senior behind his back.

Du Yu failed to see a scene that could shatter his courage.

The senior who could no longer be said to be a person slowly turned his head slightly and moved his fingers slightly.

High above the sky, a foreign monk stood still against the wind. He hesitated for a moment and then left.

Du Yu slapped his head and remembered that this sword was in the way. How could he carry it on his back?

Du Yu wanted to gently open the senior's fingers, but they didn't move at all. Du Yu looked sad, what should he do?

When Du Yu's finger barely touched the hilt of the sword, his whole body was thrown away. His soul was shaken violently, and he was instantly in pain. It was no less than the previous experience at the Narcissus Temple of the Master of Shaoxi Canal, where he was blown away by his senior with strong energy. Seven souls!

Du Yu struggled to get up, vomiting out a large mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he spread his hands, and the fingers almost turned into coke.

Then the sword suddenly trembled on its own, left the senior's hands, gently swept back behind the senior, and was gently sheathed.

The great monk in the sky, who was looking at the mountains and rivers with his palms and continuing to look at the ruins of the City God's Temple, sighed softly, seemingly full of regret, and then really left.

Only then was Du Yu able to carry the bloody man with bones everywhere, scurrying around like a headless fly, walking through narrow alleys again and again, or climbing up walls, and finally found an uninhabited, dilapidated place. In the courtyard, Du Yu kicked open a small room covered with cobwebs. He wanted to put the senior who was dripping with blood from behind on the bed, but when he saw the broken wooden bed without a quilt and covered with dust, he had no choice but to put it on the bed. He hooked a nearly rotten rickety wooden chair with his feet and gently placed the man on the creaking chair. Du Yu, who was already covered in blood, took out a porcelain bottle and gently placed it on the chair next to the man's hand. Up, Du Yu took a few steps back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Senior, I, Du Yu, am afraid of death. I am really afraid of death. This is all I can do."

Du Yu smiled bitterly and said: "If senior is not dead, but Du Yu is caught by others while senior is recovering from his injuries, I will still tell them the address of this place clearly."

The man on the chair was as silent as death.

Du Yu clasped his fists, left the house, and gently closed the door.

Du Yu's head was already in a mess. He originally wanted to rush out of Suijia City and run back to his parents in Ghost Ax Palace. However, when he left the house and was blown by the cool breeze, he immediately woke up. Not only could he not return to Ghost Ax Palace alone, Palace, absolutely not, the top priority is to erase those intermittent bloodstains! This is not only saving others, but also saving yourself! After Du Yu made up his mind, there was no longer any sign of weakness in his legs and feet. While there were signs of reason along the way, Du Yu also began to hypothesize how he would solve his current situation if he were that senior.

After Du Yu closed the door and left.

The half-dead man slumped on the chair had a pair of deep eyes, slowly opening and closing again.

After dawn.

The officials, big and small officials in the city government office, the wealthy families and the people in the market all began to be anxious and busy.

After hearing about the accidents at the City God's Temple one after another, a theory began to spread for some reason that it was the City God who helped them block the sea of ​​clouds of unknown origin, so that the entire City God's Temple suffered a major disaster. People flocked to burn incense and kowtow outside the ruins of the Chenghuang Temple. All the incense shops on the street were looted, and there were many fights over the incense.

The scene was also the same at the Fire God Temple. The temple had completely collapsed. The clay statue enshrined in the Fire God Temple had been smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Two days later.

Many unfamiliar faces began to appear in Suijia City again. Another day passed. The prefect of Suijia City, who had been mourning for his heir, no longer had the embarrassment of an ant in the hot pot of the previous two days. , went to search for a young man in a green shirt with a vermilion wine flask hanging from his waist. Everyone had a portrait in their hands. It was said that he was a very vicious transit bandit. The more everyone looked at him, the more they saw that he was a bad guy. In addition, the county magistrate's mansion had a lot of money. As long as there are clues about this person's traces, the reward is one hundred gold. If he can be taken to the government office, he can even get a high-ranking official position with the personal recommendation of the prefect! As a result, not only the government officials, but also many well-informed wealthy families regarded this matter as a good job to try their luck, and all the servants and servants left the house.

Not only the accompanying county, but also the officials of the entire county and surrounding states and counties began to hunt for this person.

One day later, the people in Suijia City all realized that something was strange.

In the sky and in the city, many legendary immortals appeared in the clouds and mist.

As soon as they saw their whereabouts, young, old, women and children began to kneel down and kowtow in various places in the city.

But at night on this day, in the Fire God Temple, a bearded man who looked like a clay statue suddenly appeared. He was more than ten feet tall. Relying on the incense that had never been so pious in the past few days, he forced himself to give up the last breath. Tone, at the last moment when the golden body was crumbling and about to explode, he revealed his true body and loudly recounted the righteous deeds of the sword immortal! He was definitely not some foreign gangster who harmed the City God's Temple and caused natural and man-made disasters.

The urgent words of the god of the Fire God Temple spread throughout the Suijia City in an instant.

The common people looked at each other in shock, and at the government office, the prefect was even more furious.

But before he could say more, a magic weapon flew from a very far distance to Suijia City and crashed into the god of the Fire God Temple.

The man with the big beard and the golden body himself shattered into pieces and turned into little golden lights, scattered in all directions.

The magic weapon still refused to give up and directly destroyed the entire Fire God Temple.

At dusk that day, a young man wearing a snow-white robe and a vermilion wine flask hanging from his waist walked to the haunted house, opened the door, and then closed the door.

In the night, he held a bamboo fan and sat on the roof, drinking wine and admiring the moon. In the end, he fell asleep drunk.

Apart from his slightly pale face, in the eyes of the people in the market, this man was really like an immortal.

After he appeared, almost all the Qi practitioners in the city quietly retreated like a tide.

Because two monks who did not believe in evil approached the haunted house late at night. As soon as they approached the wall, two points of sword light penetrated their heads and killed them on the spot.

The next day, the man went to the Fire God Temple, lit three sticks of incense, and then returned to the ghostly haunted house.

There was a particularly eye-catching guest in the haunted house that day.

Du Yu, a monk from Ghost Ax Palace.

In a courtyard of the ghost house, the swordsman in white was sitting on a small bench. Du Yu stood aside with a sad face, "Senior, I am really dead now! Why do you have to keep me here? I just came to see senior It’s just my safety.”

The man shook the bamboo fan gently, with a smile on his face that Du Yu always felt was strange and unfamiliar, and slowly smiled and said: "If you leave today, you will really die."

Inside the Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace.

Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, actually sat opposite Fan Weiran of Baodong Wonderland, his mortal enemy.

The monks and vassal forces on both sides were arranged on the left and right, according to their level of realm and the strength of the mountain. It was the first time that so many immortal monks appeared in the Dragon Palace at the same time.

Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, did not sit on the dragon chair, but lazily sat on the steps. In this way, all three parties seemed to be on equal footing.

Yan Qing and He Lu happened to be sitting next to Fan Weiran and Ye Han respectively.

The two sides have already agreed on the first thing.

Since the rare treasure has been snatched away by the accomplices of Sword Immortal Chen, and the Sword Immortal was seriously injured and had to stay in Suijia City, there is no reason to let him leave Yinping Country alive. It is best to kill him directly. In Suijia City.

According to Yin Hou, Lord of Cangjun Lake, in addition to the magic weapon carried on his back, this person also possesses more valuable treasures, which is enough for anyone who participates in the encirclement and suppression to get a share of the pie!

Fan Weiran sneered and said: "Then who should be sent to test this person's injury now? Those two wastes of the lower fifth realm who don't know how to die are obviously not up to the task. City Lord Ye, you Huangyue City has a large number of people, not as good as you Contribute a little bit?"

The monks on Ye Han's side began to bang the table and curse.

The fight for the rare treasure and the pursuit of the old foreigner who hid the little monkey had many twists and turns, and both sides actually suffered heavy casualties.

He Lu suddenly smiled and said: "Those with low cultivation level and even more ineffective martial arts techniques cannot test this person's strength at all. In fact, I feel that even if I go by myself, I may not be able to succeed."

Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, sat on the steps in the middle and said with a smile: "That guy has careful thoughts, cunning methods, and ruthless attacks. He is an extremely difficult master. You have all seen the pitiful situation in which Cangyun Lake is now. , the ugly talk is to give you both a place to discuss things. Don't steal the chicken but lose the rice. Once he still has the strength to follow others' clues, he will kill us. As soon as you run away, I will be finished. .”

He Lu gently tapped the palm of his hand with the bamboo flute in his hand, "If you really want to test this person, why not kill Du Yu? Not only will it save trouble, but it will also be effective. When the time comes, Du Yu's body will be thrown outside the city. Let's put aside our prejudices and be sincere." Cooperate, set up a formation there in advance, and just wait and see."

Fan Weiran slapped the table and laughed loudly: "I've never seen your boy so pleasing to the eye, so I'll just follow your opinion!"

The old woman's gaze shifted, "City Lord Ye, how are you?"

Ye Han smiled and nodded.

Yan Qing lowered his gaze and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

That night.

In Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace, both sides looked at each other in shock after learning the news.

He Lu's face was even more gloomy.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, couldn’t quite laugh anymore.

Do you think it’s a little bit daunting to be the matchmaker for both parties this time? But don't kill almost all the owners of the River God Canal, and then destroy this old lair with a sword.

Ye Han said softly: "It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones. This is what ordinary masters do. We cultivators will only be in more trouble. Since the sword cultivator suffered such a serious injury, we will take care of it slowly."

This year I drove up and down the city, and the New Year's Eve was a good one, but there was nothing festive about New Year's Eve, and the visits from door to door during the first month were even more gloomy, with everyone complaining endlessly.

So some people who didn't have much grievances at first started to complain.

Then, over at the haunted house, some characters who looked like ordinary people began to appear.

Later, there were more and more figures.

Later, real people from the market came to whisper and point.

When a child threw stones at the haunted house and cursed, he got out of hand.

There were a lot of discussions, and they were all complaints, from the earliest encouragement to the last ones, everyone spoke from the bottom of their hearts.

Complaining about the so-called Sword Immortal, since he is so powerful, why did he cause Suijia City to destroy so many properties?

Du Yu pressed against the wall of the courtyard and almost burst his lungs after hearing this.

After striding back to the senior, he sat down on the small bench. Du Yu clenched his hands into fists, feeling extremely aggrieved. "Senior, if you continue like this, it will be normal not to mention throwing stones and throwing excrement at others. You really don't want me to go out and take care of it." Tube?"

The man in white lying on a bamboo chair still shook his bamboo fan gently and said with a smile: "What day is it today?"

As for the sheathed sword, it was casually thrown beside the bamboo chair.

This senior is really generous. He cut green bamboo from the bamboo garden and built such a bamboo chair with his own hands. Just lie here and sleep all day long.

And after getting along for a long time, Du Yu noticed that he was not exactly the same as the senior he first met. He always felt that something was different.

After Du Yu heard the senior's question, he was stunned for a moment and counted with his fingers, "Senior, it's February 2!"

The man sat up suddenly, closed his bamboo fan, stood up, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's a good day."