At this time, he glanced at Ayin, and vaguely felt that her state was a little wrong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Scar was silent for a while, and although he was worried, he still didn't say anything, and quietly accompanied her.

There are more and more people from the four sects on the Zhushen platform.

It wasn't until the head of the Lingyin Sect, Zhenjun, appeared, that Ah Yin withdrew his gaze from the scenery on all sides and looked at the Zhushen Platform.

Although this is related to the Four Kingdoms Sect, it is also a family affair of the Lingyin Sect, so it is natural that it will be presided over by the head of the sect, Zhenjun.

After a year, Ayin saw the head of Zhenjun again, and always felt that his complexion was a little haggard.

Maybe it's really the result of the depletion of the true element. Although it can make up for it, it will still take time to fully recover.

The head of the house, Zhenjun, stood dignified on the platform of the gods. Although he was far away, he also noticed Ayin.

The head of the sect Zhenjun's eyes glanced over lightly.

Ayin was slightly stunned.

Then, there was a commotion on the field.

The source of the chaos is a car pulled by two unicorns flying towards here.

Everyone turned their attention to the locked man in the car.

Luo Yan had an iron chain in her hand, but she looked quiet and lonely. The whole picture looks harmonious, like a quiet cage with a quiet person standing in it.

Ah Yin carefully looked at Luo Yan's complexion, and it looked much better than that of the head of the family, Zhenjun. It seems that she is not the one who has been waiting for death in the underground of the prison law hall for the past few days.

Ah Yin's heart moved, trying to release the power of the god and restore his black bird body.

Scar felt the coldness around him, and whispered to Ayin: "There is still half an hour before the execution. The time to save people has not yet come, and there may be a turnaround. ”

Ah Yin thought about it and withdrew his Yin Spirit Power.

But this fluctuation is enough to attract the attention of the people around him.

Two glances, one from the head of the sect Zhenjun and the other from Luo Yan, were cast towards Ayin almost at the same time.

At this moment, the unicorn pulling the cart suddenly let out a sharp hiss.

Unicorns are the purest creatures in the world, and at the same time, they are also the creatures that are most sensitive to changes in Yin spiritual power in Kyushu.

As long as there was a slight fluctuation of Yin spiritual power, it was enough to disturb them.

After the unicorn gave a warning, the deacon disciples next to the carriage immediately became vigilant.

The overseer who was traveling with the carriage was Elder Wen of the Prison Law Hall.

Elder Wen still squinted his eyes, his expression did not change anything, he just whistled lightly.

The unicorn gradually regained its quietness, no longer disturbed by these Yin Spiritual Powers, and continued to obey Elder Wen's instructions, stepping through a void with snow-white hooves, and flying towards the Zhushen Platform along a beautiful curve.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Zhushen platform.

In front of the Zhushen Terrace, the deacons and disciples of the Prison Law Hall stood in a row to protect the safety of the Zhushen Terrace.

The role of these people is, of course, to prevent someone from taking prisoners.

Elder Wen got up from his horse, took out a bunch of keys, opened the prison door, and escorted Luo Yan from the carriage to the Zhushen Terrace.

There was silence all around.

On the Zhushen platform, you can vaguely hear a few crows' birds.

The environment here is like a hell, a place where dead air gathers. The sky is overcast, and the crows love to gather here, because there is the yin spirit power they like.

On the ground of the Altar of the Gods, there was a solemn aura of death.

It's empty, so you can hear an echo in every movement.

On Xiao Suo's lonely platform, Luo Yan stood motionless alone, her face was as usual.

No one spoke. Especially in this atmosphere, people who want to open their mouths feel strong pressure.

But the people above looked relaxed.

There was silence all around, as if gradually waiting for death to come, and there was a sense of tragic beauty.

The head of the house, Zhenjun, waited quietly for the white sand in the hourglass to gradually run out. When the last piece of gravel is leaked, it means that the time has come.

Ayin couldn't stand such silence.

"No, I can't. I can't wait any longer. She whispered to the mark.

A black flame surrounded Ayin's body, causing her to suddenly grow larger, and once again regained her black bird body.

Once again, the unicorn was frightened. The originally desolate and silent Zhushen Platform sounded a sharp hissing.

Ayin spread his wings and flew straight towards the Zhushen platform.

The deacon disciples guarding the circle of the Zhushen Platform had already expected it, and they pulled out their magic swords in unison, releasing many colorful spiritual lights, hitting Ah Yin who was in the air.

With a slight wave, Ayin erected a black barrier in the air.

The aura was almost absorbed and swallowed by the black sha, and it did not have any effect on Ayin.

Ayin sped up and flew to Luo Yan's side. Standing beside her, turning his head, he looked at the crowd.

Ayin swept the faces of countless onlookers.

There are those who are surprised, those who are frightened, and those who are angry.

Of course, everyone present basically guessed that Ayin would come to rob the prison, and they all knew that with the strength of the deacon disciples of the Prison Law Hall, no one could stop her.

Therefore, after the order of the head of the True Monarch, almost all the elders of the Lingyin Sect came to the scene, drew their swords, and surrounded Ah Yin in the middle.

The situation on the field suddenly became a little tense.

Ayin didn't make any more movements. Because she felt that she must be, there might be countless spiritual lights bombarding her.

Ayin didn't move, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Ah Yin thought about it, decided to break the weirdness, and cleared his throat.

"I just wanted to ask you to listen to me for a few words, and I didn't mean anything else." Ayin said calmly.

After saying this, one breath, two breaths, three breaths passed...... Until ten breaths......

The elders who surrounded her didn't even change their expressions in the slightest, and they didn't even say a word.

They were still very calm and calm, just holding their swords and aiming them at Ayin, with an attitude of being ready to do anything.

Ayin felt that this should have been arranged in advance. I'm afraid that the head of the sect, Zhenjun, had instructed the elders in advance not to have any conversation with her.

Although Ah Yin guessed that there would be such a scene, he still tried his best to explain: "I don't mean to rob the prison. ”

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind the crowd.

The head of the house, Zhenjun, pushed aside the crowd and slowly walked over to Ayin.

His expression was just as calm, calm as the clouds and haze that had accumulated on the top of the valley of the gods, and nothing had changed.

The head of the sect, Zhenjun, looked at Ayin and asked coldly, "Since you are not here to rob the prison, what are you doing here?" ”

Ayin thought for a while and said, "This matter is a long story. ”

"You'd better cut it short." The head of the sect Zhenjun said, looking at the sky, and now it is less than two quarters of an hour before the time of execution.

"Okay, then I'll make a long story short." Ayin said, "You can't kill my master. ”

This is the longest way to make a short story. Regardless of whether Ayin explained it or not, everyone understood. (To be continued.) )