In an inn in Fenglin City, Xu Han woke up to the hoarse hissing of crows.

He rubbed his aching temples and sat up from the wine-stained bed.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the cracks in the window of the room, and Xu Han squinted at the black crow standing on the windowsill.

His brow furrowed.

He knew that his good days were over again.

He went listlessly to the windowsill, took a piece of letter from the crow's ankle, and unfolded it.

"May 5, Chongzhou, Jingsheng City. ”

Finally, under the letter, there was a red seal with the word Shura written on it.

There are only nine words, and there is no redundancy. But it made Xu Han's face extremely ugly.

The red mark is the Shura Order, and as soon as this order is issued, the Shura gathers together, and it is the token of the Senluo Hall second only to the judge's pen.

It has been a full four years since the incident of Gu Lin, Xu Han has experienced the gloom of the dark room, the killing of Gu Lin, and has tasted enough darkness and terror in the Shura Field.

He walked out alive.

As a Shura, he only obeys the orders of the Shura of the Senluo Temple.

And the longer you stay and the more you know, the more awe you have for the Senluo Temple, day after day.

He's huge.

Almost the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, where you can name it, there is his power, he is like an underground kingdom, hidden in the shadows, you can't find any trace of him, but he really exists.

Jingsheng City is the county seat of Chongzhou, and it is also a famous city in the entire Great Zhou.

And the power of the Senluo Palace in Jingsheng City is known only to Xu Han, there are judges and black and white impermanence envoys under the Song Emperor in the Ten Palaces of Yama, and there are countless Shura under his hands, such a Jingsheng City, which has countless power of the Senluo Palace, will actually issue an edict to summon all the Shura under the rule of Chongzhou, so it is obvious that something big must happen in Jingsheng City.

Xu Han put the letter in front of him and was silent for a long time, and then took it into his arms, and then he sighed softly.

"There's still a year, can't you make it easier for me?" he said helplessly, but he walked out of the inn after arranging his clothes.

......

It rained lightly in Jingsheng City.

The big week in autumn is always like this, the autumn rain is continuous, and people are not upset.

Qin Keqing looked at the drizzle outside the house through the screen window, and the pedestrians running in the rain, his eyes were a little wandering, as if he had fallen into some kind of incomprehensible memory.

Four years ago, she was sold by her mother to an old man, and at that time she was honestly afraid, did not understand her mother, and feared her future.

Luckily, however, the old man told her that he was a hanging pot envoy in the Linglong Pavilion. At that time, Qin Keqing was already frightened by this sudden situation, and he couldn't understand what the so-called Linglong Pavilion was?

In this way, she was taken to Linglong Pavilion by the old man, Hanging River Peak, and became a disciple of the first sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Qin Keqing was very sensible, and when he understood that the old man had no ill will towards him, he calmed down. In Linglong Pavilion, she doesn't worry about eating and drinking, although she is not very favored, but no one will provoke her for no reason. Qin Keqing began to practice hard, but the disciples of Hanging River Peak are different from the disciples of Dahuan and Chongju Erfeng, although they can also cultivate fists and feet, they are all secondary, and the most important thing is the medical Tao.

Qin Keqing is not ugly, but there is also a big distance from the so-called closed moon and shy flowers, sinking fish and geese. Her qualifications in the medical path are also very average, at least in the Linglong Pavilion where geniuses gather, it is not surprising. Even though she has worked hard enough, her attainments in the medical path are still only the quality of a middle-class person, and the cultivation in the martial arts is even more unbearable, and it took four years to enter the first realm of this cultivation - the Aquarius Realm, and the next realm Danyang Realm is still out of reach for her.

Two months ago, she was instructed by the sect to be sent to Jingsheng City, the county capital of Chongzhou, along with several fellow sects.

This was the first time she had walked out of the mountain gate since she came to Linglong Pavilion four years ago.

After the initial excitement, Qin Keqing gradually felt that something was wrong.

The sect sent them here, and what they said was to rectify some of the plagues that had occurred in Chongzhou recently, Linglong Pavilion, as the first sect of the Great Zhou Sect, had always taken it as its responsibility to help sentient beings, although Qin Keqing had not participated in such a thing, he had heard a lot.

But even if it is to deal with the plague, but the person who is responsible for escorting them is the Qingyi disciple of the Sword Holding Hall of the Heavy Moment Peak, and it must be known that the disciples who can enter the Sword Holding Hall of the Heavy Moment Peak, each of them is at least a good hand in the Danyang Realm, and the leader in charge of the team is one of the eight elders of the Linglong Pavilion, the master of the Dust Realm, the Xuanying Sword Immortal-Long Congyun.

In such a battle, even Qin Keqing, who was ignorant of the world, realized that something was wrong, but she didn't know the true purpose of Linglong Pavilion's trip, but after arriving in Jingsheng City, they were asked to stay in an inn in the city and not go out.

This had to make Qin Keqing's suspicions a little heavier, but after all, she was humble and light-hearted, and she couldn't worry about these things after all, but she finally went down the mountain, but she was imprisoned in this inn, which made her heart a little unwilling.

"Keqing, come over here. At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the room, it was Senior Sister Hanging River Peak who came here with her.

Qin Keqing naturally didn't dare to slack off, she answered, then retracted her gaze and walked towards the house.

......

Qianjintai is one of the largest gambling houses in Jingsheng City.

Every day, countless wealthy gentry spend money here, some people get rich overnight, and of course, more wives are separated and families are ruined.

And when those gamblers are squandering, they must not have imagined that there is another world hidden at the foot of this gambling house.

In the dim dark room, the flickering candle flame did not make the scene warmer, but the flickering candlelight added a gloomy atmosphere.

Xu Han sat in the corner of the dark room, playing with the dagger in his hand, and beside him, there were dense black-clothed people who looked like him.

He knew that these were all Shura.

They are all evil spirits who came out of the Shura field.

As far as the eye can see, there are nearly a thousand people, which is almost all the strength of the entire Senluo Hall in Chongzhou County.

It's hard to imagine what kind of opponent needs Sen Luo Dian's fanfare.

Xu Han couldn't figure it out, but he faintly smelled a hint of something unusual.

Just as he was thinking about this, his heart was uneasy, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

A man in red appeared in the main hall of the dark room with a white and a black and several people in purple and even green clothes behind him.

The judge in red, and the impermanence of black and white, and the bull-headed and horse-faced, and the helmsman of the cities. Xu Han's eyes narrowed at that time, and he swept over the bodies of those who came one by one, and finally landed his gaze on a man in purple.

And the man in purple also looked at Xu Han in the crowd at that time, he nodded towards Xu Han, signaled him to be calm, and then turned around and followed the red-clothed judge to the front of the high platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have already explained the matter to you, His Royal Highnesses King Chujiang and King Bian Cheng attach great importance to this matter, and I hope you will not disappoint the two of them. The red-clothed judge looked at the people behind him in a calm voice.

Everyone responded again and again, but no one dared to ask half a question.

The true ruler of the Senluo Hall is the ten halls of Yama, and their orders are oracles, and no one dares to resist.

"Okay, then according to the previous arrangement, choose your own people. The red-clothed judge nodded, his face was hidden under the red robe, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see clearly.

The purple-clothed and green-clothed people nodded their heads one after another, and then walked to the place where the crowded Shura was, and began to choose the people they liked.

And Xu Han was unexpectedly taken away by the purple-clothed man who had met him before.

The Senluo Temple has always acted like this, and the Shura never need to know too much, all they need to do is kill those who the Senluo Temple tells them to kill.

They are the sword of the Senluo Temple, the sword of the Senluo Temple.

It is also a demon hated by righteous people, and it is an evil ghost that they fear.

But Xu Han is clearly an exception.

The purple-clothed man led dozens of Shura, including Xu Han, out of the dark room, and at his behest, the rest of the Shura all fled, waiting for his edict in the distance. But Xu Han didn't show half surprise at this, he followed the man in purple into an uninhabited alley with ease.

At that moment, the man in purple turned his head abruptly and looked at Xu Han, the robe on his head was put down by him at that moment, revealing the cold and somewhat vicissitudes of life under him.

This man, Xu Han naturally knows. This is the man who led him and Liu Sheng out of the dark room back then-Yuan Xiucheng.

Two years ago, Xu Han walked out of the Shura Field alive, and Yuan Xiucheng got in touch with him.

At that time, Yuan Xiucheng had already transformed, from a helmsman to a purple-clothed Shura envoy whose status was comparable to that of the two envoys of the bull head and horse face.

His subordinates are in charge of dozens of Shura, including Xu Han.

Xu Han has saved many people who should have been killed by him in the past two years, but no matter how careful he is, he will inevitably show his horse's feet and be detected by Senluo Palace. But now it is still not exposed, to a large extent, it is Yuan Xiucheng who helped him hide his eyes. There is already some tacit understanding between the two, but they are tacit about each other.

"What the hell is going on?" Xu Han asked immediately, he didn't mean to greet Yuan Xiucheng, and in fact, there really wasn't anything else to talk about between the two.

Yuan Xiucheng didn't mind this, he frowned calmly, and said after a slight groan: "Senluo Hall has received the news that the sea current has appeared in Jingsheng City. ”

"Canghai Liu?" Xu Han was stunned, he was not unfamiliar with this name, or for the entire Great Zhou world, the name Canghai Liu could be regarded as a thunderous name.

"That Sword Tomb Outcast?" but Xu Han couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm. Yuan Xiucheng nodded, the expression on his face was quite heavy.

"Sen Luo Dian wants to kill him?" Xu Han asked again, his knowledge of the current was limited to those gossips that circulated in the streets, such as sword geniuses, such as sword tomb thieves, and righteous traitors and the like.

Of course, it is debatable how much credibility the messages in the market have, but the fact that Canghailiu has been hunted down by the Great Zhou Jianghu for nearly fifty years and is still at large is enough to explain his strength to a large extent.

"Senluo Hall has always only killed those who have a clear price, and the price of the sea... No one can afford it. Yuan Xiucheng shook his head.

"Then today..."Xu Han couldn't help but wonder a little, since the target was not the current of the sea, then why did the Senluo Hall take such great pains to gather so many Shura.

"But the dragon Congyun of Linglong Pavilion wants to kill him. Yuan Xiucheng didn't wait for Xu Han's question to finish asking, so he spoke again.

Speaking of this, he paused, and the expression on his face suddenly turned cold.

"And someone offered a good price to kill Long Congyun. ”