Bai Tian thought to himself, there were only twenty-four Soul Breaking Ground Martial Arts in the world, and most people had never seen them in their lifetimes, but he had been exposed to two in this border place.

The Sword Clan was tragically wiped out because of the Heaven-level Soul Cultivation Sword, no matter where this Thousand Transformation Dao person was, he didn't want the same situation to happen again.

This is also the reason why he returned to Anseong, for him, it is an opportunity to atone for his sins.

The two traveled for two days and returned to Anseong before nightfall the next day.

The gate of the large city south of Anseong was closed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave, but the soldiers on duty on the city wall knew two people and immediately went to report to the city lord.

After a while, the huge gate slowly rose with the sound of creaking and rubbing, and when I walked under the gate, I looked up, and the wooden gate wrapped in iron sheets was two or three meters thick.

A red-armored soldier walked in front of him, it was Li Cheng who had let the two of them go.

"The lord of the city, please go to the tower for a while. Li regretted making a gesture of please.

The castle tower soars into the sky in the center of Anseong, and the red glass on it looks like it is about to catch fire.

There is still some curiosity during the day, the magnificent Red Pagoda is incompatible with the whole city, and this ancient tower dates back to a long, long time, even many years before Ancheng.

He also thought about whether this would be the tower that the Sword Clan was pursuing, but the City Lord Tower was nothing unique, so he dispelled this idea.

The two were led to the second floor, and the city lord Tengyang was flipping through the papers, and Su Tiantian was nowhere to be seen.

When the city lord of Ancheng saw the two of them, his tone was tired. "Why are you back again, Ancheng has been sealed down, the Lord of Wanchen is trapped in Huarong City, and ordered me to go to support, there are still a bunch of bad things in the city that make me anxious. ”

Shui Xingzhou said bluntly: "City Lord, you can't go to support!"

The city lord of Anseong wondered, "Oh? I thought you would persuade me. ”

"You're in bigger trouble. "Daylight told the truth that the Qianhua Dao people wanted to steal the Heavenly Bow of the Destroying Sun, and that the Tianji army was going here.

The face of the city lord Tengyang sank like water.

"No wonder One-Eyed will betray me, I also know that Qianhua Dao people, but Ancheng is located in a remote area, and there are pagoda town spirits, those clones of Qianhua Dao people can't cause harm, Tianji and Wanchen are in full swing, and it is impossible to drive the army into Ancheng, eighty percent of them are lies that One-Eye said in order to save his life. ”

A gleam shot out of the city lord's eyes. "As for you, knowing the biggest secret of Anseong, I'm considering whether to let you out of this tower. ”

The city lord's words were not like a joke, but more like a statement of fact, and the atmosphere in the room on the whole floor suddenly turned cold.

"We are here to warn you, since that Qianhua Daoist is determined to destroy the Sun Heavenly Bow, he must be completely sure, and this time it may not be a clone, if you don't believe it, I will leave with Tiantian. "Daytime stared at the city lord of Anseong, but his hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he couldn't exert his full strength in this tower.

The city lord of Anseong thought for a long time, and finally got up, and seemed to have made up his mind. "Okay, since that Thousand Transformation Dao people are going to come to seize the treasure, I will be there for a while, no matter how powerful the immortal cultivators in this tower are, they will not be able to exert a layer of strength. ”

"Lord Castle Lord, you, aren't you?" Ever since Shui Xingzhou learned that the Sun Destroying Heavenly Bow was in Anseong, he had been very uncomfortable, and he had become reluctant to even talk to the city lord.

A striking gaze hit Xing Zhu, and the city lord Tengyang said: "No, you go back and rest, this matter will be discussed tomorrow, and I will return the book to the lord of Wanchen." ”

When the two of them walked out of the main tower of the city, it was already when the bright moon was hanging high.

The boat is like a frosted eggplant. "Maybe he doesn't need our help at all. ”

The day is unknown. "Everybody needs help at times like these. ”

"If it was him, he wouldn't need it. The boat said dreamily.

......

The second floor of the castle lord's tower was still glowing in the middle of the night, and the Tengyang castle lord was concentrating on writing something, and the ground was full of crumpled letterheads.

The space was silent.

"Don't hide. The Tengyang City Lord didn't raise his head and spoke into the air.

A man in pitch black slowly walked out of the staircase, with a fox mask on his face and eyes behind the narrow slit with Yu Wang, who was seeking to solve his doubts.

A muffled voice came from the fox mask, confusing the original voice: "The Tianji Empire has a mysterious organization, the Wild Wind Regiment, which is the top combat power of Tianji, among which there is a big man who has been missing for a long time, his face wears a black ghost mask all day long, only revealing a sharp sight, no one has seen his face, even if it is the owner of the organization, he is the divine bow of the Northern Wilderness, and during the third Immortal Fan War, he shot thousands of arrows in the imperial capital city wall, because he repelled the army of immortal cultivators in the Southern Heavens, and he is also my archery teacher." Everyone thought he was dead, and the most powerful weapon of the organization disappeared with him, but what they didn't expect was that he survived with another identity. ”

The burning gaze of the Anseong City Lord pierced the masked man, and he could see at a glance who it was.

"His gaze is like a torch, just like you, your name is Tengyang, but Teng is not your surname. Seeing that stern gaze, the person wearing the fox mask felt even more sure in his heart. "Your real surname is Shui, Shui Tengyang. ”

"The man of your mouth is dead. The lord of Anseong took out a long arrow from under the table, and he would take it with him wherever he went. "Die under this arrow. ”

It was a black feather arrow, and on either side of the arrow was engraved a small holy word.

"It's ......" the fox mask's hand began to tremble slightly.

"Familiar?"

"This is my father's arrow. The visitor lifted the fox mask and revealed a tangled face, which was the same as the boat hunting.

The city lord of Ancheng continued: "The ghost is pulling the bowstring a thousand times in the imperial capital city wall, but his lover is still under his arrow, he fell in love with an immortal cultivator in the Nantian Continent, and his brother also listened to slander to harm him, ambition will make a person completely crazy. ”

"This can't be!" cried out Shui Xingzhou.

The city lord of Anseong shook his head. "What is impossible, am I in love with an immortal cultivator, or is your father harming me? Nothing is impossible, heaven and earth are a melting pot, anything can happen, everything will be refined and changed, your father Shui Tengyun, the master of Shura, the Mixed Yuan Martial Saint, wants to kill his own brother. ”

"Father would never do this, you are his own brother, my uncle!" Shui Xingzhou was very excited.

When he was a child, he was curious about what kind of face he had under his uncle's ghost mask.

He didn't make trouble next time, but the dull ghost mask seemed to grow on his face, and he remembered the days when his uncle taught him archery, which was more pleasant and warm than his father's strictness.

"Whether it is the ghost of the desolate wind, or the brother of the martial saint, Shui Tengyang, they are all dead, and now there is only the city lord of Ancheng, Tengyang. The city lord of Ancheng said lightly.

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