Are you awake?" Xiao Liuzi, who was commanding the housekeepers, saw the young man at the top of the stairs and hurriedly went to greet him.

"This is the ...... of the shopkeeper," asked the young man Hu Lai.

"Leave this alone, hurry upstairs and wake up your uncles and uncles, clean up, and we'll leave in the afternoon." Xiao Liuzi glanced at the closed door upstairs.

"Go, why are you going? Where are I going? Why am I here? Longbow chasing the wings of the hundred ghosts at night, those murderers, what happened last night? What about my mother......" The young man Hu Lai's mind was confused, and there were too many questions to explain.

In the face of a string of beads, Xiao Liuzi is also quite big, there is no way, the bell needs to be tied to the bell, and he also wants to ask why.

Who to ask?

It can only be Mr. Bai!

So he pulled the young man out of the inn and pointed to the long street where people came and went: "See, walk along this street, turn right after four hundred meters, turn left after five hundred meters, and then walk to the end, you will see a villa, in which lives a white-haired old gentleman......"

Little Liuzi shows the way.

The young man Hu Lai was full of questions and looked for answers.

......

The morning light is faint and the breeze is cool.

Bai Zhiqiu lay on the bamboo chair, casually clipped a piece of blue and white that fell from the hospital, and then watched it wither and wither in an instant, turning into fly ashes.

The only remaining saint in the world smiled helplessly.

It's the 324th fallen flower.

From last night to this morning, in just two or three hours, three of the 64 evergreen trees in the courtyard completely dried up. This means that the sixty-four Sealed Cave Heavens guarded by the Flower Mirror have been shattered, and three of them have been shattered.

Yes, in addition to the graveyard that he had mended by him, there were also two spatial passages opened by a strong man of an alien race, and at this moment he had even joined forces with the culprit who slaughtered Feijia Town.

As the tallest person in the world, Bai Zhiqiu could only watch everything happen, and he felt very difficult to stop it......

"Can't wait any longer. Bai Zhiqiu raised his eyes and looked at the sky, and his figure was gone.

The saint smiled and made a choice for the people in the world.

......

Hu came to the air.

Standing in the courtyard, looking at the evergreen trees in the garden without seeing people, the mood is inevitably a little lost.

A hand suddenly rested on his thin shoulder.

Hu Lai turned his head and raised his head, and saw Uncle Jin Liu, a stubborn young man who was not afraid of the bandits and gods of Daqimen at the moment, tears were like beads, and they were dripping.

Uncle Jin sighed and said, "Let's go, kid." ”

It's still bustling

Crowded streets.

One big and one small walked today, and it looked out of place. Whether it is a merchant traveler, a practitioner who has come from afar to practice, or a long-time resident of the local people, they have a place to live from sunrise to sunset.

Because there is a home.

But the teenagers and middle-aged people are no longer homeless.

Where should it go?

When he was young, he made a mistake and changed his name to the bookish middle-aged man who was silent along the road, and he lowered his head and looked at the young man Hu Lai every once in a while, and his heart was hard to hide.

Hu was smart from a young age.

I get along with Uncle Jin Liu a lot, so I can feel a thing or two about the latter's look and breath even if I am absent-minded.

Without waiting for Uncle Jin Sixth to speak, Hu Lai asked, "Uncle Jin Liu, if you have something to say, just say it." ”

Jin Buchang looked at the vast sea of people on the street: "Last night, did you see that Brother Luo?"

Hu Lai stopped abruptly.

The chaotic picture of last night kept recalling in his mind, and a look of unbelievable pain unconsciously crept up the young man's dark cheeks.

......

The place is red sand.

The wind swept the red sand, revealing the white bones of the corpses that were buried in the unknown year and month and no one collected them.

Wherever you go up the mountains and valleys, you can see it all.

Look at the shape and size of those buried bones, it should be not only the human race, but also many beast remains with huge skeletons, about ten meters long, as high as several people stacked, horizontal or standing, and the death is tragic and shocking.

Here, it looks like an old war relic.

Bai Zhiqiu walked in the valley, feeling the blood-stained red sand, and pouring out ancient stories that had never been recorded in the whining wind.

He didn't deliberately take away his breath and footsteps.

Because he broke into this evil wind valley where it is rumored that a hundred ghosts travel at night, not to mourn the undead.

He came here to find someone. Naturally, the bigger the movement, the better, which can save a lot of time.

Sure enough!

Looking at the white bones and red flying sand that have been removed, the scorching valley with no bricks, no tiles and no ghosts begins to stir inexplicably.

Like a ground cow turning over, the high and steep cliffs on both sides cracked and slowly moved back. The red sand of the earth was surging, and the long bones of Sen Ran, which were as sharp as animal teeth, poked their heads out. At the end of the valley ahead, there was even more fiery red magma jetting and beating, and a bottomless black cave was rising from the ground rock magma.

Bai Zhiqiu, who looked like an old Confucian student, stood with his hands in his hands, so inexplicably trapped in the lair of a hundred ghosts who walked at night.

The blue phosphorus fire spontaneously combusted, illuminating hundreds of ghosts. They prostrate themselves on the ground and gather together humbly and reverently in the cave

Bow around the central rock pool.

There is a huge black coffin with dragon embroidered claws hanging over the rock pond.

The giant coffin was tied to eight bowl-thick iron chains, the other end of which was deeply embedded in the cave wall. There are many rune formations engraved on the wall hole, and look at the degree of wear and tear, it is quite old.

"Who's coming?"

The evil wind penetrated through the ceiling of the hanging coffin, and a deafening sound echoed.

Before the voice fell, four ghosts had already been killed.

Bai Zhiqiu's face was expressionless.

If the devil enters the devil's nest, how can he be afraid?

It was still a white breeze blowing in his face, and Bai Zhiqiu's fairy-like figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment appeared on the black giant coffin above the rock pool.

Among the powerhouses hidden in the broken world in the middle of the Tianxi Mirror, the Dragon Prison Coffin Master, who was definitely ranked in the top five in the cultivation realm, was trampled under his feet like this, silently and without complaint.

How could the thousands of ghosts and ghosts in black robes tolerate Yan Jun being humiliated like this? They all released the realm, and the ghosts howled angrily, and they were about to rush up.

At this time, the sound of cheering came from the coffin of the imprisoned dragon again.

The voice was fearful and terrified.

Yan Jun drank heavily, shaking the hearts of the hundred ghosts, and he couldn't help but retreat.

Then, the master of the prison dragon coffin, who had borne the supreme pressure of the saint of the Divine Guidance Realm alone, regained his calmness, and pleaded guilty to the white-haired old man standing on the prison dragon coffin and said, "Senior, stop being angry. ”

The ghosts were horrified!

His own Yan Jun is known as the master of the dragon coffin, and his cultivation in the realm of robbery is not to mention the whole world, and he is also a rare opponent when he looks at Tianxi. Who is this old Confucian with white hair who can make Yan Jun so low?

Bai Zhiqiu stroked his beard.

Then the long sleeves waved, and a demon venerable order flag was displayed in the wind at the top of the cliff of the Evil Wind Valley Cave.

A terrifying voice sounded in the dragon coffin: "You are ......"

Bai Zhiqiu tapped the lid of the prisoner dragon's coffin on tiptoe: "Two things." ”

There was a message from the coffin of the imprisoned dragon: "The senior commanded. ”

Bai Zhiqiu said: "From today onwards, there will be no Evil Wind Valley and Great Banner Gate in Tianxi, only the two halls of Evil Wind and Great Banner under the Heavenly Gate Seat, and Venerable Lao will greet that desert silver spear. If there is any objection, we will visit again. ”

Having already guessed the identity of the terrifying old man in the realm above his head, the master of the dragon coffin did not hesitate: "The subordinates must obey." ”

Bai Zhiqiu nodded: "Second, within half a month, this seat will completely empty the six million people in eighty-one towns in the three counties of Tianxi." Whether it is good words and persuasion, coercion and temptation, as long as it does not hurt and kill people, the method is self-defeating. ”