"I didn't expect Yuan Yan Luo to find this helper, and he was still a master who cherished the fragrance and cherished the jade. The dilapidated wooden houses of Kutou Lane once again resounded with the sound of banter.

Several of the people they sent into the Demon Suppression Tower were all under their surveillance, and more than seven hours had passed at this moment, and the fastest person had already gone to the third layer, of course, that one did not belong to the killer sent by any of them, the guy that the King of Jizo valued at that time. But the rest of the group also approached the entrance to the third floor.

And what about Xu Han?

Returning Pan Heng on the first layer, even in order to help the Nangong sisters and brothers, at this moment there are still vast illusions behind him, and it is impossible to get rid of the entanglement of these tens of thousands of illusions in a short period of time and go to the next layer.

Such a huge contrast naturally inevitably attracted the ridicule of many Yamas who were dissatisfied with Yuan Xiucheng.

Yuan Xiucheng, who also witnessed this series of changes, his face became a little ugly when he heard this.

But he soon hid the color.

He knows Xu Han's temperament, Liu Sheng saved Xu Han's life, this young man will not joke with Liu Sheng's life no matter what.

Thinking like this, he sank his temper, and his eyes fell on the projection that recorded Xu Han's location again.

At this time, Xu Han in the picture took the things sent by Nangong Jing into his arms without looking at them, and then the sword intent in his body flowed, and the speed was suddenly increased to the extreme, but the scene of a hundred breaths was dozens of feet away from those illusions. Seeing this, those phantom demons immediately knew that they couldn't catch up with Xu Han, so they retreated back one after another, and once again densely surrounded the aperture of the entrance.

Xu Han's eyes froze at that time, and his body stood out of thin air, standing in mid-air ten zhang high, looking down at the dense illusions under him.

The sword intent surging around him, the pitch-black long sword behind him came out of its sheath and hung above his head, and under his drive, golden sword shadows poured out from the sword body of the black long sword, and soon gathered three thousand, they hung behind Xu Han like a sharp sword full of strings, aiming their sharp edges at the group of phantom demons.

"It seems that this Xu Gongzi is ready to break in?" A joke sounded again in the wooden house where he saw this scene.

Hearing this, Yuan Xiucheng's eyes fell on the black shadow who had spoken three times and twice to provoke.

It was one of the Ten Hall Yamas, the Song Emperor Yama.

Yuan Xiucheng once served under him, and when he found out that Liu Sheng, who had become a half-demon, he also reported to the Dawson Luo Palace through him, and he wanted to take this credit from the Song Emperor Yama, but he didn't know what happened at that time, Yuan Xiucheng actually crossed him and contacted the King of Jizo, who was difficult to contact even as a Yama.

So Yuan Xiucheng, who had already been labeled as a spy in the Senluo Palace, was unexpectedly valued by the King of Jizo, and even put the fragrant dumplings of Daxia into the hands of Yuan Xiucheng, although the power of the Senluo Hall in Daxia has not yet been fully spread at this moment, but as time goes by, once some layouts are successful, then Yuan Xiucheng is likely to become a figure above 10,000 people under one person in this Senluo Palace.

Of course, this is not what they want to see, and Emperor Yama of Song is the worst of them. He has always been obsessed with Yuan Xiucheng's offside invitation, and when he finds an opportunity at this moment, he naturally has the ability to be sarcastic.

Although the surrounding Yama disdains the benefits of this tongue, they are a little dissatisfied with Yuan Xiucheng's sudden expansion more or less in their hearts, and they are naturally happy to watch from the wall at this moment.

Just like before, Yuan Xiucheng was happy to fulfill this small wish of the former owner.

He lowered his brows and said nothing, although he was a little puzzled by what Xu Han had done, he didn't have much worry.

Of course, such a firm thought disappeared in an instant the next moment, when he looked at the projection where Xu Han was. This time, his brow really sank.

Not only him, but everyone present showed a slight discoloration on their faces at that moment.

Three thousand golden sword shadows were summoned in that picture, and Xu Han, who was ready to attack, suddenly seemed to remember something, and actually stopped the movements in his hand.

He tilted his head sideways, looking somewhere.

And that place is right in front of everyone, which is of course a very strange thing.

The reason why they were able to see the movements of the people who entered the Demon Suppression Tower, including Xu Han, was because of a magic weapon called the Wandering Order, which could hide around the person who had been planted and forbidden, observe his movements, and never transmitted the picture back here.

Such a thing is naturally an extremely secret existence, even ordinary Dayan Realm powerhouses are difficult to discover his existence, and Yuan Xiucheng also relied on the opportunity to bring Xu Han to see Liu Sheng that day before he put it on Xu Han's body.

But the place Xu Han was looking at at the moment was exactly where the cruising order was, and just when everyone was secretly speculating whether Xu Han's hope was a coincidence or something else, the young man in the picture suddenly smiled at them.

"Have you seen enough?" the boy asked.

Such a question naturally caused everyone in this wooden house to be stunned, but before they could come back to their senses, Xu Han's hand suddenly stretched out, and the picture was completely blocked by the young man's palm.

Bang!

Then a soft sound exploded, and the picture of monitoring Xu Han was completely extinguished after a flicker.

The big people in the wooden house, you look at me, I look at you, with strange faces.

But Yuan Xiucheng's eyes were gloomy at that time and he was silent.

......

"Lord Yuan, your little brother doesn't seem to be very obedient?" In the dark shadow, after the Song Emperor Yan Luo came back to his senses, he looked at Yuan Xiucheng again and smiled.

Yuan Xiucheng glanced at the black shadow with sideways eyes, and his face was cold and did not answer.

He looked out of the room, and two black-robed figures stepped in from outside the room and bowed down before him.

"Go, show me how Liu Sheng is now?" he said in a gloomy tone as he stared at the two figures.

"Commanded. The two figures bowed their heads when they heard this, and then their bodies flashed, and they exited the door of the room full of powerful people in the Senluo Palace.

"Is something wrong with Lord Yuan, do you need to send some people to you?" said Emperor Song Yama again, his tone frivolous and full of schadenfreude.

Yuan Xiucheng turned his head to look at the black shadow again at this time: "Don't bother with it, Yuan has his own opinions." ”

"I hope so, Lord Yuan will not live up to the expectations of the hall master for you. Emperor Song Yama laughed softly.

Yuan Xiucheng didn't answer anymore, he looked at the projection that had been blackened by the destruction of the cruising order, his eyes gradually narrowed, and a cold cold glow overflowed from the narrow slit of his eyes.

He opened his mouth and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Xu Han, Xu Han, it seems that you really don't plan to accept Yuan's kindness. ”