"That's because, brother, you smell of the blood of the demon dragon! Don't forget what I belong to, my nose is very smart! Shishi said with a smile.

While talking, she deliberately approached Zhang Yang's side and sniffed vigorously, making Zhang Yang itch for a while.

"I see!"

Zhang Yang nodded, indicating complete understanding.

"Ahhh Shishi didn't know which nerve was wrong, and suddenly cried out reluctantly, "I said how did you suddenly break through to the realm of the eighth color Yan Xianyang of the Jiuyang True Technique, it turned out to be because of this." Ay! I thought I could surprise you this time, but I didn't expect that it would not be as good as you after all. Death, death! Ahh

"Fluke, fluke!"

Zhang Yang knew that Xiao Nizi was nervous again, so he hurriedly said modestly.

He even squeezed out as sincere a smile as possible on his face to avoid irritating her.

"It's not a fluke!" Shishi immediately stopped her voice, straightened her face as if she had changed her face, stared at Zhang Yang with an almost contemptuous look, and said seriously, "Our talent is only half a catty, but it's a pity that your luck is too good, and you are hit by luck every time." Poor little sister, no matter how hard I try, I always have a bad move, and my skills are not as good as others! ”

Zhang Yang was speechless and simply remained silent.

Fortunately, Shishi did not continue to dwell on this topic, but walked straight to Ziyi's side, smiled at her and said, "Sister Ziyi, this time I really worked hard for you." ”

The attitude of the poem is obviously like a spring breeze, as if when it comes to the purple clothes, it becomes as cold as frost.

She didn't even dare to look at her eyes, lowered her head and said tremblingly: "My subordinates don't dare!" ”

"Hehe, why don't you dare." Shishi's tone suddenly became cold and hard.

The aura belonging to the Nine-Tailed Fox Royal Clan on her body suddenly burst out, and the purple clothes fell to their knees with a frightened thud, her body was slightly spasmodic, and she couldn't say a word.

Shishi stared at her with burning eyes for a while, and finally put away her momentum, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, it's not difficult for me to be for you." Your little caution naturally understands that princess Ben, but you are still loyal to Brother Zhang Yang and have not done anything confusing, so I will spare you this time. In short, be careful in the future! Hmph, especially that Seinfeld, I don't want to find out anything between you! Otherwise, it will not be spared! ”

"Her Royal Highness Princess, your subordinates understand!" Purple Yi bowed and said, relieved.

Shishi snorted coldly, finally put away her momentum, and said no more.

Shishi had such an attitude towards purple clothes, and Zhang Yang faintly guessed something in his heart.

Ziyi may have another mission, and this mission is disgusted by poetry.

That's why he took the opportunity to knock her.

Otherwise, no matter how weird Xiao Nizi's temper is, she will not be untargeted and overwhelm people with power.

Although he was a little sympathetic to Ziyi, after all, this was a housework of the nine-tailed fox clan, and he, Zhang Yang, as an outsider, didn't say much.

A bad one will also stimulate the poems, and it would be too unjust to set yourself on fire.

The long night has finally passed.

The morning light slightly lit up the eastern sky, and the entire ruined town of Windsor was still dark and cold.

However, everyone is not surprised.

Even in the middle of the day, the sun was shining, and the area was still cold and dim under the envelopment of the evil storm.

And the closer you get to St. Martin's Church, which is in the very center, the worse the situation becomes.

After a night's rest, everyone regained their energy.

After a little tidying up, he re-embarked on the journey with the morning light.

Along the way, it was surprisingly quiet, and the only sound in my ears was everyone's breathing and footsteps.

No one spoke, and even coughing was kept as low as possible.

It seems that the slightest mistake will attract monsters lurking in the depths of darkness.

The atmosphere was surprisingly oppressive.

Zhang Yang also remained silent.

He condensed his divine consciousness into countless silk threads, and carefully stretched as far as possible in all directions, forming invisible blockades around him, just in case.

From the beginning of the lifting of the Big Dipper Seven Star Array, he had a faint feeling that several pairs of eyes were quietly peeping in the dark.

There is even a powerful divine consciousness coming from a distant place, silently watching over itself!

But that's just a strong feeling.

Even now, it was difficult for him to accurately lock on to the aura of those snoopers nearby.

Therefore, it is difficult to figure out what these ghosts are hiding in the shadows, and it is difficult to capture their erratic aura.

Zhang Yang even thinks that they are simply beings who only have consciousness and no body.

Since he can't threaten himself for the time being, he won't delve into it anymore.

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly felt an almost imperceptible fluctuation of power.

This fluctuation was fleeting, but Zhang Yang instinctively felt a hint of threat.

So, he immediately stopped, concentrated, and pushed his perception to the extreme.

Zhang Yang stopped abruptly and immediately alarmed everyone.

"Mr. Zhang, why don't you keep going? You're about to reach the entrance to the dark pool of blood. ”

Nicole said as she pointed to a small three-story building less than a kilometer in front of her.

It was a very ordinary imitation Gothic church.

Extremely common in the northern part of the Commonwealth, it looks unremarkable.

However, if you compare the surrounding ruins, it is unusual.

It stood alone, its deep gate open, like a monster hovering there.

It turns out that this is the legendary Church of St. Martin, one of the five entrances to the Sanctuary of the Dragon.

Zhang Yang didn't speak, at this moment he stretched out the silk thread condensed by his divine consciousness as much as possible, and laid an invisible net within a range of fifty meters around.

Regardless of east, west, north and south, or heaven and earth, this net is centered on Zhang Yang, enclosing an area with a radius of 50 meters.

Even a fly can't escape Zhang Yang's perception.

This is also a helpless thing.

Because until now, no one has noticed the existence of danger, which shows that the opponent is very scary.

And the batch of rune equipment he had refined before had no reaction at all!

The Jiuyang True Fire Curse, which reacts keenly to evil forces, has actually been deceived?!

Shishi's strength is second only to Zhang Yang, and he also felt that the atmosphere was wrong at the first time.

Especially when she felt the change in the aura on Zhang Yang's body, she concentrated slightly, and immediately tried her best to exude the momentum that belonged to the Nine-Tailed Fox Royal Clan hidden in the depths of her soul.

She hopes to take a little pressure off Zhang Yang so that he can have more time and energy to deal with the sudden crisis.

The momentum of the poem was fully released, and everyone realized that the crisis was coming.

There was no need to command, everyone was quite tacitly dispersed in a defensive formation and entered the battle state.

However, Zhang Yang knew in his heart that this was completely futile.

The people present, I'm afraid that except for Shishi, no one else can help at all.

Moreover, Zhang Yang was worried that he would be distracted by their reasons.

After all, no one can guarantee that the other party will not attack them who are "no threat".

Quiet......

Once again, the world was engulfed in silence, and only the heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat of the crowd could be heard.

One second......

Two seconds......

Three-second ......

Little by little, time passed.

This lasted about a full minute.

Finally, directly ahead, in front of the Martin Chapel, three figures loomed.

As the footsteps became clearer and clearer, I finally saw the appearance of the person who came.

It's a strange combination.

In other places and under other circumstances, I am afraid that people will think that this is a happy family who has just walked out the door and is ready to go to an important dinner.

However, in this situation, it is unusual.

Walking in front was a little girl carved in pink, with blue eyes and blond hair.

She is wearing a white princess dress and a pair of small red leather shoes that reflect the brilliance of jewels.

With a smile on her face like a porcelain doll, she jumped up and down at the front, dragging an oversized lollipop in her hand.

Behind her, a man and a woman, two old men with silver hair, but who looked in good spirits.

They wore well-made evening gowns, and their steps were elegant, unhurried, and quite aristocratic.

The aura on their bodies is unwavering, and the calmness is amazing.

However, the more this happens, the more subconsciously people feel nervous.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing, and a feeling of suffocation came over my heart.

Even the hearts were feeling a little overwhelmed as their footsteps approached.

I don't know when, Shishi, who was originally in charge of the palace, has appeared next to Zhang Yang.

She stared at the little girl walking in front of her with burning eyes, because she could feel that she was actually the most dangerous existence of the three, seemingly harmless to humans and animals.

Obviously feeling Shishi's hostile gaze, a trace of coldness flashed in the little girl's blue eyes, and a momentum like substance suddenly burst out, condensed into a bunch, and approached Shishi.

Not to be outdone, the momentum belonging to the Nine-Tailed Fox Royal Family exploded instantly, like a raging wave, overwhelmingly winning.

Bang!

The two forces collided together, emitting a bang, and countless turbulence scattered in all directions.

Although Zhang Yang used Jiuyang's true qi to condense into a fan-shaped barrier at the first time, the momentum turbulence and power of these explosions were still different after all.

They directly crossed the barrier and crashed into Nicole and the others behind them.

Rumble!

The huge momentum made everyone feel like they had been hit hard, their qi and blood surged, and there was a roar in the depths of their minds.

Especially with relatively high strength, they suffered the most damage under the impact of this terrifying momentum.

Nicole and Bill knelt directly on one knee, their chests rising and falling violently, and a wisp of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of their mouths.

However, Alex, whose strength has only recovered to seventy percent, is in a better situation, and he barely stands in place.

However, his face was pale and his breathing was disordered, and he was obviously not having a good time.

As for ordinary people like Sam's grandfather, they were just shocked by this momentum and were uneasy for a while, but they didn't suffer any substantial damage.

Looking at the poems that bear the brunt of the poem, although he is barely standing at the moment, the momentum on his body has been directly dispersed.

If it weren't for Zhang Yang continuously entering her body with a wisp of Jiuyang True Qi at the first time and stabilizing her mind, I'm afraid she would have fainted directly at this moment.

Soon, the little girl's eyes fell on Zhang Yang.

It's just because she found that Zhang Yang, whose aura on his body looks plain, has been consistent from beginning to end.