Wan Yanmin is missing.

Very few people know about it.

Bai Tingying hadn't received any instructions from Yan Min for two consecutive days. In the past, she was told by him personally. When asked about Yufeng, Yufeng was just silent, or shook his head and said he didn't know.

But Bai Tingying saw a transcendent calm in Yu Feng's eyes. No one who knows anything will have such an uneventful calm. Yu Feng was still blocked by Bai Tingying on the night when he came back from the Mountain of Never Sleep.

Bai Tingying, who has always been calm, waved his bewitching but very clear eyes and said, "Let me ask you, where is the emperor?"

Seeing that Yu Feng still looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, she finally became a little anxious, and said coldly: "If you don't say that I will find out, this is a waste of time, do you think it is beneficial to the overall situation?"

Yufeng still didn't answer.

Bai Tingying almost lost hope in him.

"Okay, I'll go to the emperor in person. She said. As he spoke, he shook his sword and walked away.

"Why are you wasting all your efforts. The emperor is in retreat in Linglong Pagoda, and you won't see him. Seeing her insistence, Yufeng stopped.

Bai Tingying's face suddenly appeared strange when she heard this, and she almost said with a weak heart: "At this time, shouldn't the emperor be in charge of leather armor himself, what is he doing in Linglong Tower, is that thing in his body doing evil again or ......?"

Bai Tingying suddenly closed her mouth and looked at Yu Feng, she felt chilled for her deeper guess.

She stared at Yu Feng and asked as if she was a little worried: "Should the emperor take a risk......

"Don't let a third person know about this. The more people who know, the greater the danger to the emperor. Although Yu Feng was relieved, his mood was still calm.

"You already knew, then do you know how harmful this matter itself is to the emperor? Forcibly breaking through the tenth-order sword technique at this juncture, do you know that the emperor may die if he is not careful?"

"There is no eventuality," Yufeng stopped her and said in a trembling voice, "The master said that there will be no eventuality, and we must win." ”

"That's it. The emperor always only believes in himself, he only has himself in his eyes," Bai Tingying was a little angry, but still tried to restrain his voice, "How far can a person go no matter how strong he is." Why can't he try to believe us once, believe that if he stands with us, even if we don't want the tenth-order of nine deaths, we can defeat Nanxiang. Qing Lingling's voice disappeared in the cold air, and Bai Tingying seemed to have an angry face.

"Don't want the Tenth Order, do you know how difficult it is?" Yu Feng said in a deep voice: "Without the support of the Tenth Order Sword Technique, the Emperor will have to fight to the death just by resisting Nan Xiang alone." Not to mention that the area around the Imperial City has long been embattled now. The only thing we can believe now is Du Yuanpeng. ”

"That's because you only want to believe Du Yuanpeng, have you tried it, don't always turn anyone away. Bai Tingxiang became as angry as a lion, she showed something from her sleeve, and roared at the wind: "Imperial Commander, take a good look, what is this?"

Yu Feng was caught off guard by Bai Tingying's sudden and violent reaction, but he still fixed his eyes, and the fine textures around his eye sockets began to change, and his pupils were deeply attracted by the golden bright little thing.

"Nine Golden Phoenix Seals?" Yu Feng raised his eyes and muttered, suddenly feeling lost.

The defeat of the map made Nan Aotian feel a great humiliation, first, he had lost more than a hundred carefully cultivated elite dead soldiers, and second, he could no longer distinguish between the real and the false around him. Like Wan Yan Min, Nan Aotian also saw the well-hidden word "stupid" on that map. He didn't know if this trick came from Wan Yan Min or from Nanyue, who he regarded as his own daughter. He now felt a complete betrayal and disappointment.

This person who has endured it for more than twenty years finally decided not to endure it anymore.

Nan Aotian unleashed his true strength.

He had already decided to fight unreservedly for his own salary for so many years, for the breath that had been suppressed by the Wanyan family, and for something that he had never been able to get more than twenty years ago.

The Nine Pavilions launched a slaughter of the city.

The "flies" of the Nine Pavilions, like their masters, have accumulated years of darkness from birth to this moment. All resentment and repression, forbearance and violence, erupt in the moment of crushing the lives of others into their fingers, finding the best outlet for the flow and venting of evil.

The dead soldiers of the Nine Pavilions are very disciplined. They learn to be disciplined from birth. Without a father, without a mother, blind at the age of three, with his ears cut off at the age of four, and with his tongue cut off at the age of five.

Such a group of people, who can hardly be called human beings, have the only task every day is to fight in discipline. You can't kill more or less people, you can't kill people without orders. There are specific regulations on how far the prey will be demobilized and at what point it will be extinct. If you break one point in all disciplines, you will die.

In order to live, to live in place of others, the main thing they have to do every day is to restrain their nature and maintain forbearance.

Now, Nan Aotian suddenly spoke, no need to endure it. On the entire mountain and river of the North Underworld, you can do whatever you want.

After hearing Nan Aotian's order, the "flies" were stunned for a long time as if they were stupid. Their somewhat dull minds finally understood their master's intentions in their entirety. That's something they haven't had the luxury of having ever wanted since they existed—doing whatever they want.

"No!" replied in ventriloquist with hundreds of flies suspended above the Nine Pavilions. This is the opening order of a gluttonous feast.

The moonlight over the Northern Underworld has never been so white. Flies like to lie dormant and nocturnal, and their artificially imposed physiological patterns can make them appear a little weak and uncomfortable during the day.

On the mountains and rivers of the wilderness, like the silver moonlight spreads for thousands of miles. Shining on the flies suddenly became flexible. Their minds were suddenly as sensitive as bloodshot, and a pair of invisible eyes seemed to suddenly emerge from the black hole's eye sockets, shining with an intimidating light of excitement.

They are extremely sensitive to any living thing, for the vividness of those people is the most depressing contrast to their own lifelessness. They are all the same people, ordinary people live in the daytime, and special people live in the night.

Whatever I do not have, I will take away, and what is good that I cannot even rob will be destroyed.

The hats and robes of the "dead men" blended into the darkness of the night to perfectly conceal their mutilated bodies and souls. The moonlight shone on the blood from something else that burst from under their hands.

The blood is not red in the moonlight, but like a dark ribbon gushing out, crossing a long arc, falling lonely, and spilling on the ground like a sad song.