Seventy-ninety-eight old accounts

"Obediently, this is Murong Taishang's car, such a big battle, could it be said that these two young people are also masters of the Demon Lord realm?"

A man in a brocade robe with a shrewd face said with bright eyes.

"Shut up, you!"

The brocade-robed man's fire companion, another middle-aged man with a high nose and deep eyes and green pupils, interrupted him unceremoniously.

The middle-aged man looked at the beast cart with a deep fear in his eyes.

The brocade-robed man couldn't help but feel an agitation in his heart, knowing that the fire companion had always been calm, and there must be a reason for saying such words, so he couldn't help but cautiously transmit his voice and said, "What's the matter, is it possible that you know this elder?" ”

"That's right, you've actually seen it, but it's not the true face of this elder, but a portrait!"

The middle-aged man said meaningfully.

"Portrait?"

The brocade-robed man's eyes showed a bit of a deep expression, and then, as if he had thought of something, his face changed, and he exclaimed: "I remembered, it turned out to be this evil ......."

Halfway through the words, he realized that it was inappropriate, reached out to cover his mouth, and swallowed the second half of the words back.

"It's good to know, let's go, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, you and I are still important to do our own work!"

The middle-aged man said, turned around and headed in the direction of the beast cart.

Looking at the back of the person in the distance, a sneer appeared on the corner of the mouth of a green-robed Confucian who was not far from the person, and then walked towards the inn with an arrow step.

On the other side of the inn, the other two beautifully dressed nuns glanced at each other, as if they were communicating something with their eyes. Then, the lunge broke away from the place.

But there were also groups of monks who whispered about it. Speculating about the identity and origin of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and the people of Allure, I don't understand why this seems to be a person from a lot of backgrounds would live in this inn that is only used for some demon gods and demon venerable realm monks to live in for a short time.

There weren't too many monks around the inn. However, there were actually a few people who knew the faces of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, and as soon as the green-robed Confucian Fang stepped into a quiet room where he lived, he had already quickly taken out a communication weapon.

Eight golden-horned rhinoceros hooves were windy, dragging the gold-lacquered beast car smoothly and quickly on the street, where they passed, pedestrians dodged one after another, and looked at the beast cart one by one, how to do this beast cart was wrapped in a layer of faint golden light, not to mention the gaze. Not even the divine sense could penetrate the beast cart.

More than an hour later, the beast cart stopped steadily in front of an elegant white jade attic, and as far as the eye could see, there were more than ten such attics, and on this quiet street, at intervals, there was a silver-armored guard standing vertically.

"Elders, please, this is the temporary gathering place of a few adults!"

The red-robed man who was following the beast cart said respectfully, and the forbidden token in his hand flickered. The forbidden aura that shrouded the beast cart circumference immediately dispersed.

The disciple of the Wuwei Gate Courtyard nodded at the red-robed man, and his figure flickered, and he was already standing in front of the attic, inspecting the surrounding scenery.

Allure deftly followed after the death of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect.

Although the appearance of this white jade attic is different. But it is covered by a layer of faint transparent forbidden light curtains, and if you don't have to look around with your divine sense, you can't detect the existence of the prohibition. And with the strength of the divine consciousness of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, if they do not let go of most of their divine senses. It is also impossible to penetrate this forbidden light curtain.

However, there is no associated prohibition between these attics. Judging by the orientation of its placement, it is not possible to form a consistent large array.

In front of him, the attic suddenly lit up with forbidden spiritual light, the two portals slowly opened, and Murong Xuan's figure appeared in the hall on the first floor of the attic, and at a glance he saw the disciples of the Wuwei Gate and the people of Allure, and a friendly smile appeared on his face, and he walked out of the hall with an arrow, bowed his hand, and said: "The old man has lost his welcome, Zhou still asks for forgiveness!" ”

"Murong is polite!"

The disciple of Wuwei Gate Academy smiled faintly and returned the salute, this Murong Xuan was really polite and thoughtful, not only did he use his own car to pick up the disciple of Wuwei Gate Academy, but also came out to greet him in person, which made the disciple of Wuwei Gate a little unaccustomed.

After some politeness, people stepped into the hall one after another, Murong Xuan's robe sleeves were raised, and the two doors of the hall were slowly half-closed, but in the center of the hall was a white magic circle of several zhang in size.

"Please, two of you!"

Murong Xuan said, and walked into the magic circle first.

The disciples of Wuwei Sect Academy examined the magic circle, and were secretly surprised, they didn't expect that there were such superb formation masters in this mad war demon clan, and this magic circle that surfaced casually was actually a short-distance teleportation magic circle, looking at the posture of this magic circle, it seemed that it did not need to be urged by spirit stones, magic crystals and other things, and it could directly rely on the power of prohibition to teleport.

And this communication meeting was obviously not held in this attic.

However, with the supernatural powers of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, and the help of Allure and Soul Devouring on the side, even if this Murong Xuan really had any tricks, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect were not afraid.

As soon as he lifted his footsteps, he walked into the circle and left.

In the buzzing sound, the white light around the person became brighter and brighter, and the space in front of him trembled slightly, and the next moment, it had appeared in an octagonal pavilion.

Walking out of the circle, this octagonal pavilion is located in the corner of a secluded garden, and a bluestone path connects the pavilions with special shapes.

The grass is green, the flowers are swaying, and a few white cranes are walking around leisurely, and they are not afraid at all when they see the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Courtyard walking by.

In the center of the garden, there is a storey attic, and the style is not the same as the white jade attic that I just entered.

Under the sunlight, the forbidden aura of color shone around the attic.

"In fact, in every Yingxian Pavilion that Zhou just saw, there is such a space, and there is nothing special about it, just to facilitate the convenience of old friends to live in!"

Seeing the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy inspecting him, Murong Xuan couldn't help but explain.

"Murong is really generous, but there is no such spatial treasure in my human race city, and there is no such a superb formation master!"

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect smiled lightly.

"The old decay doesn't dare to plunder the beauty of the predecessors, these dozen spatial treasures have been stored for tens of thousands of years now!"

The people chatted as they walked towards the attic.

There is no teleportation circle in the hall on the first floor of this attic, but there is a wooden ladder on the right side.

Walking up the escalator, there was a forbidden light curtain of color in front of him, but this light curtain could only block the gaze, and Murong Xuan walked into the light curtain casually as soon as he lifted his footsteps.

Stepping into the light curtain, I suddenly realized that this attic floor was actually a hall dozens of feet wide.

The moonstone emits a soft white light that illuminates the hall transparently.

In the middle of the hall, there is a wide rectangular jade case, and in the jade case week, at this moment, there are famous male and female monks sitting around, after the death, each has a handsome white-clothed girl and a young boy in green clothes, serving tea and fruit.

Seeing the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Courtyard walking in, the people of the world immediately looked at each other.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Seeing the face of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Courtyard clearly, a brocade-robed man screamed, and there was a bit of annoyance in his expression.

The disciple of Wuwei Sect looked at the past when he heard this, but a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he bowed and said: "It turned out to be Ji, looking at Ji's posture, it seems that he is a little dissatisfied with the contemptible, haven't you forgotten the old account?" ”

The man in the brocade robe was ten years old, wearing a jade crown on his head, his face was white and beardless, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his willow eyebrows were curved, his face was as beautiful as a woman, and his body was thin and weak, as if he was skinny.

Hearing the teasing of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and then seeing the eyes of the world looking over, the man surnamed Ji's face changed several times, but he snorted lightly in his nose, and said: "Do you think Benjun is the kind of person with a small chicken belly, but you got a lucky place from Tianxing City back then, and you must have exchanged a lot of treasures, can you let everyone open their horizons?" ”

Hearing this, the world once again looked at the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, and the eyes of an old woman in a green robe suddenly lit up.

Another middle-aged man wearing a gold ring and a colorful robe was inspecting the disciples of Wuwei Sect up and down, as if he was looking at a treasure, he smiled and said, "It seems that Brother Murong didn't let everyone wait for more than an hour, and there is really a lot of treasure in Zhou's hands!" ”

Seven hundred ambergris

Although the other people were also examining the disciples of the Wuwei Sect up and down, their faces were calm, and they couldn't see joy or anger.

"These are all old friends of the old man for many years, Zhou must not know our name, the old man will introduce one to Zhou!"

Murong Xuan said with a smile on his face, and then introduced the disciples of Wuwei Sect one by one.

The man surnamed Ji is surnamed Ji Mingyao, and he is actually the Taishang Elder of the Fang Pavilion, one of the Great Business Alliances.

The emaciated old man sitting beside him, dressed in sackcloth, with a bun on his head, and a strange face, was none other than Situ Python, one of the Supreme Elders of the Demon Heaven Business Alliance.

The green-robed old woman and the other white-robed man with a cold demeanor were the Supreme Elder of the Berserk Demon Clan, the green-robed old woman was called Mrs. Xuan, and the white-robed man was the Heavenly Supreme Master of the Flame Palace.

The man in the colorful clothes is named Eagle Shadow, and he is a close neighbor of the Demon Clan, a monk of the Charm Clan.

And the blue-robed Confucian with a cold demeanor in his early teens was the wind of the Iron Wing Demon Clan.

Judging from the spiritual pressure exuding from this person's body, the Heavenly Peerless and Feng Misfortune were significantly higher than the others, and they were two middle-level demon lords.

However, the eyes of the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy lingered on Situ Python for a long time, this person's cultivation power was the same as being able to hide his own cultivation, and the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy could not see the depth of his mana for a while.

After a cold noise, the world sat around the jade case.