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All the people in front of him were elated one by one, but he was the only one, but he had a sad face, as if his face was clouded.

At this time, he found an old man beside him and asked where the address of Xiaoyao Xianju was.

Just because he went to see if he could find some clues, and the person in charge of the Immortal Residence who could kill him was definitely not a mortal.

After asking, he slowly walked to the front of the Immortal Residence.

The thick smell of rust wafting in the distance made him frown again and again...

The officers and soldiers on both sides also wore white scarves, but there was still no one guarding the door.

Although he really wanted to go in and take a look, he was seriously injured by the spiritual power of the pseudo-god-searching mirror, and he couldn't use his mana for the time being.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something...

"Could it be his ......?" said the Taoist to himself, frowning his eyebrows.

It's just because if it's him, then the situation is even more serious, just because he feels... This slaughter of the Immortal Habitat and those headless corpses, if it were a person.

That's a little too scary...

This is definitely not a good person, but a more terrifying evil person than the person behind the Immortal Residence......

Thinking of this, he turned around and left, and prepared to return to the Dao Inn with a slightly faster pace, and hurriedly informed the other people of the sect to come and investigate.

If he could still use his True Qi at this time, he would definitely be able to sense it... Next to him stood a man... No, it's a soul to be exact.

The figure stood beside him in nothingness, with a pale face and iron blue skin, which made people feel very frightened......

But this soul, the eyes that should have been extremely empty, are now smart and evil, the corners of the mouth are hooked up a little curvature, and then he turned around and walked out as if no one was around.

However, at this time, in an inn, Mo Ran, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It's really interesting~ It turns out that there are cultivators here!" Interesting! It's so much fun! Ha ha......!! ”

When he said this, he began to laugh uncontrollably.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door, and a black-robed man, wearing a black hat, pushed the door and entered.

Kneeling in front of the ink dye, he said, "Mr. Huiyu! The inn has been emptied. ”

"Well, did you do what I said?" Ink said with a smile.

"Yes! Mr! The black-robed man hurriedly trembled and said.

Just because... He should be considered a lucky man, and he should be considered a miserable man.

Luckily, out of these hundreds of souls, there are only ten people... It was this "gentleman" who aroused spiritual consciousness.

The rest are all walking dead.

And to say that he is a wretched, since he has been awakened, he has known... This "soul" of his own will always belong to the gentleman in front of him.

Just because of his personal rights, even he can't control himself, Mr. let him live, then he will live, let him die... Then he will only die......

Mo Ran nodded slightly and said: "Without my order, you are all waiting in this inn, this ancient and modern~ There is no decent force, then I will be too embarrassed!" ”

"Yes!"

Mo Ran smiled slightly, and walked out.

In fact, he could have allowed this group of soul servants to take the souls of others, but he didn't.

Just because of one thing, that is, he enjoyed it very much, and the feeling of watching people die.

Because of that feeling... It's just wonderful.

What's more, he has no divine power now, so he quickly felt very uncomfortable and ran into ordinary people... Fortunately, if he meets someone stronger than he is now...

Then there are some problems, although you can escape if you can escape, but in his dictionary, there is never a word for escape.

So he's been thinking about how to recover his divine powers, if he really can't... Then you have to start all over again, worship a mountain gate casually, and find an exercise...

As for the book that belonged to him, he had been in prison since before he was sealed, and he did not carry it with him.

But now there is one point, he hates Hu Sheng so much that his teeth itch, just because there are many exercises in the canon, but he doesn't know what method Hu Sheng used, so that he has forgotten all the content of it, and he can't remember it at all.

So at this moment, he has to find another way.

……

In the distant Zhongzhou, there is a floating mountain in mid-air, the fairy spirit is ethereal, the clouds and mist are swirling, there is a plaque proudly standing in the stone beam at the foot of the mountain, and the pen and snake are engraved with three words - Xiaoyao Gate.

But this one, on the surface, looks like a righteous immortal mountain, and his owner is the master behind the free immortal residence in each continent - Yun Yaozi.

In a palatial palace on the top of the mountain, there are bursts of roaring sound from time to time.

"Waste!! It's all a bunch of rubbish!! What do I want you to do with this piece of waste? The Acropolis Immortal Residence was slaughtered, but you can't count who did it, I... I'm going to kill you!! ”

At this time, I saw a person wearing a cloud-blue dress, a pale white silk, floating down on his shoulders, and a wooden hairpin coiled on his head. But it's like a child's face.

If it is the first time to see this person, then you will definitely feel that this is a sanctimonious immortal.

It's just that his face at this time is very ugly, and his dark eyes have been staring at the people under the hall.

After Yun Yaozi finished scolding, the hall was immediately silent, as if the sound of a needle tip falling could be heard.

After a while, Yun Yaozi seemed to have returned to his normal state, raised his eyes to look at the floating clouds outside the hall, and said indifferently: "You send some people to investigate, if you really can't find out... Then kill everyone in the Acropolis, I don't believe it, my free immortal residence, there are still people who dare to move! ”

"Yes!"

Everyone under the hall said in unison, and then slowly retreated.

Just when he was the only one left in the hall, he suddenly said: "You go and send me a message to the Zhentian Emperor, and say that the sky has sent a message that after many months of the acropolis, there will be a plague, and the sky will slaughter the city and protect the world." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard a voice of nothingness coming from the hall, and replied: "Yes! ”

The echo vibrates, but it does not spread outside the temple.

At this moment, Yun Yaozi's face showed a slight sneer, and he said to himself: "Hmph! Some people now are really not afraid of death. ”

But at this moment, another cold voice slowly came out.

"Yun Yaozi... Why are there fewer believers? ”

After Yun Yaozi heard this voice, his body shook, and he hurriedly knelt down to the mirror in the middle of the hall that emitted a ghostly light, and said:

"Return to the king! Someone slaughtered the believers......"