The hated girl drifted away.

Nan Ming stood in place, grinning. What he just said is completely true.

He really wanted to help this Huangquan Dao complete the sacrificial ceremony, and see what they wanted to summon with great fanfare, by the way...... Beat the tooth sacrifice.

It's rare that you are so sincere, and you still have to be suspected?

That's fine.

Anyway, they will soon know their sincerity, and they will naturally be grateful to themselves when the time comes.

He yawned, not really sleepy, but just because it was late at night and it was time to sleep.

dragged the fat back to the city lord's bedroom, and as soon as he pushed the door, two unwisped Mei Ji had already knelt behind the door to greet him. He beckoned, and the two of them obediently came up to untie his clothes.

Then I slept until dawn.

The next day, he went to the secret room where the city lord of Lancheng hid the treasure, and went out with the bulging Qiankun bag, and went straight to the Qingwa White Pagoda of the Tianji Pavilion.

Sumeru hides mustard seeds, and mustard seeds are good.

This Qiankun bag can hold half a room, like silk and silk, hanging on the waist is only the size of a palm, light as nothing. Even in the eyes of high-level cultivators, it is not an ordinary thing.

The front of the white tower of Tianji Pavilion is quite deserted, thinking that there is no news recently, and there are many fewer people who come to buy the book.

When Nan Ming stepped through the door, only an old man behind the counter looked up, glanced at it and lowered his head, continuing to fiddle with the work in his hand.

"Rare guest, why did you come here?"

"I want to buy information on Huangquan Dao. ”

Nan Ming threw the Qiankun bag onto the counter, just sliding into the old man's palm.

The old man was also a monk, and after taking the bag, he swept it slightly, and he roughly understood the value of this place, and his wrinkled old face showed a hint of surprise: "Honorable guest, are you sure you want to trade these?"

Of course, he wouldn't fail to recognize the "City Lord" in front of him, but he didn't pay attention to it at first. Tianji Pavilion is a transcendent force, and everyone who comes is a guest, and it is never divided into high and low because of the identity of the visitor.

But if the client comes to the deal with a staggering fortune, it's different.

"I want to buy information on Huangquan Dao. ”

Nan Ming repeated, his fingers tapping on the counter, as if he was a little impatient.

The old man didn't dare to slack off at this time, said "wait a minute", and hurried upstairs. After a while, he came down again and respectfully invited Nan Ming upstairs.

Fifth floor.

The nine-story white tower of this Tianji Pavilion, which can go up to the fifth floor, is already a rare guest.

Nan Ming was dressed in the skin of the city lord of Arashi City, with a serious expression on his face, and in fact, his eyes had been looking around covertly to satisfy his curiosity.

He saw some young monks dressed in uniform white crane feather robes, hunched on the desk, unbelievable of what was written.

The ink was completely transparent, and there was not a word on the paper, and when they were finished, they folded it into a lifelike paper crane, threw it out of the windowsill, and flew up, turning into a swift blue bird and disappearing into the void.

Occasionally, some bluebirds flew in from the windowsill, fell into the hands of the feathered friar, turned into paper cranes, and were then placed in the cabinet.

This is probably the unique communication method of Tianji Pavilion.

On the fifth floor of the tower, a young feathered monk was already waiting. Although it is the same style of feather coat, it is embroidered with gold edges, showing an unusual status.

His face was handsome, but his eyes were closed, and a scar across his temples was deeply imprinted on his eyelids, as if they had been sewn with needle and thread.

This is the "closed-eyed messenger" of Tianji Pavilion, and it is a receptionist of a certain grade.

In addition to closing the eyes, there are also closed ears and closed mouths in the Tianji Pavilion, which respectively mean not to see, not to listen, and not to speak.

Without saying a word, he closed his eyes and handed over a book with no name on the cover, only four words: burn it after reading.

Nan Ming glanced at it, and didn't use his hands to pick it up, but as soon as his mind moved, the pages of the book flew over, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely included in his heart. He nodded, and the closed eyes made a wisp of real fire rise directly from his hand, burning the book to ashes.

At this point, the deal is struck.

Nan Ming didn't get much information, the existence of this Huangquan Dao seemed to belong to some kind of mysterious taboo, even with the treasures that a Divine Realm cultivator had collected all his life, he could only exchange it for a few words.

Anyway, it's not that I don't feel sorry for my own money to spend.

The information given by Tianji Pavilion shows that Huangquan Dao is an evil organization handed down from ancient times, and its existence time is extremely long and cannot be traced.

Unlike other cults that are keen on cheating, cheating, adultery, and plunder, this organization was founded with a more noble purpose, and it is keen to destroy the world.

Huangquan Dao believes that there are gods in this world, who control the birth and death of everything, and the filth of the world makes the gods dislike, and only by purifying everything can we usher in a new life.

Nan Ming looked at this doctrine and nodded appreciatively, feeling that this organization had a future.

He hadn't seen this kind of deviant doctrine flourish for a long time.

There are also some top-secret information about the distribution of personnel and strongholds within Huangquan Dao in the intelligence, and it is also the most valuable part of it. The woman with the hat that came to monitor before was just the lowest minion, and the priest in her mouth was the middle-level leader who controlled a stronghold.

A leader like this should have more than a dozen minions under his hands, but there was only one hat-fighting girl in Lancheng. This is definitely not because the priest is in a good mood to give the minions a holiday, it can only show that Arashiro is probably not their only goal.

Nan Ming was suddenly a little worried about his Wucheng.

The city, along with the people and things in it, had long been regarded by him as a confinement in his pocket. There are still many precious toys stored there, and if this cult takes advantage of his absence, who will he go to reason?

Looks like we're going to have to go back soon.

He stood up and left the Heavenly Machine Pavilion with a worried face.

This expression fell into the eyes of the people of Tianji Pavilion, and there was another explanation.

"Envoy, this city is about to fall, do we really ignore it?"

After Nan Ming left, the old man asked slowly.

The young man's eyes were closed, expressionless, as calm as clouds drifting across the sky. He didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"However, Huangquan Dao ...... after all"

"Tianji Pavilion has never been transcendent and untainted with disputes. Life and death, good and evil, what does it have to do with us? The close-eyed envoy finally spoke, but he spoke coldly.

The old man sighed, he knew that this was the foundation of Tianji Pavilion, and it was unshakable.

Once shaken, it is no longer a floating cloud high above, but is swept into the quagmire of mortal dust.

It's a pity that the loss of life seems to be inevitable.

......

......

Time flies like a white horse, fleeting.

It's the day of the birthday feast.

The city lord's mansion opened its doors to welcome guests, countless carriages, horses and flying boats rushed in, and the banquet was served like flowing water, and there were congratulations and sycophants everywhere, a joyful scene.

Nanming also held a wine glass, watching a group of ants line up to toast themselves, the left sentence "Blessing is the same as the sea", and the right sentence is "Longevity and Tianqi", I always feel that this is cursing myself.

Halfway through the feast, a sudden change occurred.

Many of the guests suddenly fell headlong, their bodies became as stiff as iron, and knotted green tendons gradually appeared on their skin, like countless blood snakes rolling under their flesh.

In a moment, they got up again and threw themselves at the people around them, tearing and biting like wild beasts, their faces were hideous, their pupils dilated, and they were no different from the living corpses outside the city.

"What's going on, how did they become like this!"

"Wine ...... Poisonous in wine and food?!"

Some of the advanced cultivators were not recruited, and they still retained their sober minds, and immediately pointed the finger at the culprit who held the banquet.

However, when they were filled with righteous indignation, they were stunned to see that the city lord of Lancheng on the main seat was also full of muscles, and it seemed that he had also been tricked.

His face was sometimes painful, sometimes tyrannical, and it was evident that he was struggling between sobriety and confusion.

This frightened the rest of the people.

Who doesn't know that the city lord of Lancheng is a great cultivator of the Divine Power Realm, if such a person becomes a monster, how can they resist it?