Tonight, there is no moon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the end times come, most people go to bed very early.

There is no electricity, no internet, no entertainment, no oil and water in my stomach, and I am hungry after exercising. It seems that the only thing to do is sleep.

Most of the monks do not want to live with others because of their own circumstances and fate, and other unspeakable reasons.

So except for three or five on duty at the lookout, everyone else was scattered in various parts of the town and did not gather together.

It was precisely because of their habits that Mondstadt had arranged a targeted battle plan.

At this time, a Taoist priest on the lookout who looked obviously younger, suddenly smiled and said to the other two:

"Two senior brothers, thank you for your hard work, junior brother, I want to go and release the water!"

"Humph!" One of the middle-aged men snorted coldly:

"The monks can open the valley from the foundation and feed on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so why should they discharge such filthy things?"

Another chubby monk smiled like a Maitreya Buddha:

"Senior Brother Mingmao, Senior Brother hates others to lie the most."

Mingmao's face wrinkled: "Senior brother..."

"Alright, get out!" The middle-aged man didn't want to look at him anymore, he couldn't stand even a few hours of meditation, and he didn't grow:

"Whatever you're going to do, stay vigilant and come back before dawn."

Mingmao's eyes lit up, and he replied excitedly:

"Thank you, brother!"

Then he jumped off the lookout at a fast pace.

The fat Taoist priest forgot Mingmao's distant back and shook his head:

"It's so undecisive, this temperament still has to be grinded. But nothing will happen to him if he goes out alone, right? ”

"What can happen to a group of ordinary people who don't even have a Qi refining period can let a Jindan cultivator?" The middle-aged monk was unimpressed.

"Yes!" The fat Taoist priest smiled dumbly, but he was nervous.

"But... Why didn't Ming Mao bring his black panther with him? ”

"Probably let it stay in a hidden place!" Middle-aged monk:

"You know, those brutes don't notice any fluctuations when they're not moving."

The fat Taoist priest nodded, but there was always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't know the source of this uneasiness.

Could it be that Uncle Changzhen is not going well?

But he quickly overturned the idea.

Uncle Changzhen brought a hundred Golden Pill monks over, and looking at the entire plane, except for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it was difficult to find a force that could match them, let alone deal with just a few indigenous monks.

Could it be...

Is it a delusion?

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Above the town, in an enchantment that could not be detected by divine sense, the Li brothers, the Mori Python, and a puppet Kong Si all stood quietly in mid-air to observe the situation below.

"It's almost time." The puppet Kong Si said suddenly.

It was now close to three o'clock in the evening, and the human race had fallen into a deep sleep, and the vigilance of the monks was at its lowest.

The forest snake hissed and spit out the snake letter in agreement. Li Ge took out the communicator and ordered in a deep voice:

"Let's get moving!"

In the quiet night below, the members of the First Legion of Luoshui, who had been lurking on the ground for an unknown amount of time, suddenly shuttled freely in the dark night like night elves.

****

After Ming Mao broke out of the divine consciousness range of the two people on the lookout, his steps suddenly splendid.

He wasn't going anywhere else, it was the neighborhood where the survivors were.

An inexplicable glint flashed in Mingmao's eyes.

Xuanqing is forbidden to women, but he has seen a few young women during the day before, and they are quite delicate...

…

People believe in freedom, but they live by rules. Many people are unhappy with this rule, feeling that it restricts true freedom.

As everyone knows, the rules do not restrict freedom, but the devil in the hearts of human beings.

If there is no shackle of rules, no one knows what human beings will do under the domination of the evil thoughts in their hearts!

…

And Ming Mao, who was heading towards the residential area, suddenly stopped at this time and vigilantly observed the surrounding situation.

He instinctively tried to summon the panther, only to find that the panther had already been tending to an indigenous human.

He cursed in his heart, and his divine sense began to contact the black panther, but suddenly he realized that he couldn't sense the existence of the black panther anyway...

Only then did he feel that something was wrong, and he was about to quickly move away from this place, but he found that there was a sudden fog in this world, and he was in a hazy water vapor, and this fog seemed to be flowing irregularly, and his divine sense could not penetrate it!

"Who! Who is it? Looking at this obviously premeditated scene, Ming Mao shouted:

"Who's pretending?"

A few minutes later, five figures with long knives in their hands came from far and near.

After they came to Ming Mao ten steps away, Ming Mao breathed a long sigh of relief after noticing their cultivation, and said with a little sarcasm:

"Although I don't know who you are, I want to advise you, the gap between Zhuji and Jindan is not something that can be made up by numbers!"

The five foundation building period monks were just a piece of cake for him, but what he wanted to know was who was attacking Xuanqingguan?

In the hazy mist, no one answered his words, and Ming Mao felt that the water vapor in this space seemed to be thicker, he was a little uncomfortable, and his expression was cold:

"Looks like you're determined to die!"

He used his spiritual power with all his might, but suddenly found that there seemed to be an invisible force in the dantian that was hindering the operation of spiritual power, and the strength he was now exerting was only fifty percent of what he had in his heyday.

The cold sweat on Mingmao's face flowed down instantly.

What's going on?

"Water Vortex!"

At this moment, one of them said softly, and the other four also raised the long knife in their hands and made gestures.

The fog around Ming Mao suddenly rioted, instantly forming countless small whirlpools, which were still growing as time passed.

"Flame Knife!"

The four of them raised their breath in a deep voice, and the long knife in their hands slanted upward.

The alloy long knife produced in batches by the research institute had extremely high flexibility and spiritual power conductivity, and the scorching flames emitted by the four of them were mixed with the knife qi and merged together, condensing into a huge flame knife and attacking Ming Mao.

Ming Mao sneered, ready to resist this blow.

Their tricks are quite subtle, but the combat experience is too poor!

Since ancient times, fire and water have been incompatible, but their move has destroyed the strange fog that shackled him before.

The mist had formed countless water vortices, and the surrounding air was disturbed by the water vortexes, making it difficult for him to move quickly, but now he could escape from this water mist in a very short time and turn the tide of the battle!

"Boom!"

The power of the four-person combined attack was stopped by Ming Mao, and the huge power made his whole person couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his face turned white for a moment, but a smug smile appeared on his face.

The vortex must have been broken by them...

No! Wrong!

Mingmao's eyes widened in horror, feeling the suddenly increasing pulling force around his body and the whirring wind sound made by the rapid rotation of the water vortex, and the horror in his heart became more and more intense.

Why? Why are these inexplicable water vortices running faster?

Because of the scorching temperature of the Flame Knife, the heavy water mist in this space was evaporated into lighter water vapor, and these lighter water vapors were quickly torn over by the collision and fusion of water vortexes, and this space suddenly became clear.

Only then did Ming Mao really see the appearance of his opponent.

When he saw that the magic masters he thought were only five young people with green faces and forced to endure panic, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was forced to this step by a few indigenous rookies!

And the young man who first cast the spell, that is, cast the water spell, endured his fear and pinched the spell again

"Ice..."