The deputy of Tianxing, the director of Vientiane City, takes care of the holy aunt of the twenty-seven islands of the four seas, and the magic weapon is naturally extraordinary. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This conch is a very special magic weapon, and it is not well-known in the magic weapon rankings of the Craftsman's Sect, and it is even ranked outside the top 100.

However, this is a magic weapon handed down from ancient times, with a special function that few people know about.

Dongfang Bai under the white light felt that he was at the bottom of the abyss, and the huge pressure made him unable to move, and even the meridians in his body were still under the pressure.

This kind of pressure is strange, like the real ocean floor, the body bathed in white light, is subjected to the same amount of pressure on all sides.

Dongfang Bai felt that his body was rising and tightening again, and Zhenyuan was slowly stagnating. It's like a snake frozen in ice.

As soon as the mark on the soles of his feet was completed, the true element in his body came to an abrupt end like a frozen canal.

In the face of such a powerful magic weapon, Dongfang Bai was still calm as usual, he didn't believe that they dared to kill him.

Ji Li, who is cold and murderous, although he is not like other division commanders, is full of love for his disciples, but since he is his disciple, he will not allow others to kill. If you want to kill, Ji Li will kill it himself.

"Give you a chance to choose again!To go or not to go?!" The young man in white was impatient and asked coldly.

The holy aunt's white clothes were lightly flicked, like a god, and ten thousand white lights shot out from the conch in her right hand, and the strange thing was that although these white lights were dazzling, they did not overflow at all.

Except for the oriental white under the white light, the surroundings are still pitch black, exactly like the rest of the inn, so you don't have to worry about being discovered by outsiders.

The holy aunt was expressionless, waiting for Dongfang Bai's reply.

Dongfang Bai looked at the young man like an idiot, with a cold face, and did not answer his question.

"Then we're welcome, I don't know how many years you've cultivated to reach the peak of this apocalypse, once the magic weapon is activated, it's too late to regret it!" said the young man in white.

Dongfang Bai will only go to Yingdu, which is the starting point of all his ambitions and the hard work of his life, and of course he will not follow these two people back to the South China Sea.

As one of the three major forces in this continent, the MixC City, Dongfang Bai is just a teenager who can be used and polished. A teenager with a slight background.

They were unwilling to kill Dongfang Bai and thus offend a half-step divine powerhouse, but they could completely let something happen to Dongfang Bai quietly to show the strength and majesty of Vientiane City.

The white-clothed holy aunt saw that the young man in front of her had made up her mind, and her eyes were full of coldness. The white clothes danced wildly with the true yuan, and the divine thoughts fell on the conch, and the white light that was originally suppressed suddenly shone brightly.

Dongfang Bai felt that the pressure on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the Bai Ding Sword in his hand seemed to be bearing a huge force of ten thousand catties, and slowly bent downward.

Since it can make you remember, it has the ability to make you forget!

This is the strength and self-confidence of Vientiane City!

The light released from the conch changed from static to fluctuating, and a monstrous wave was set off in the Dongfang Bai Mud Pill Palace, and the heart seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

As soon as those blood mist erupted, they were purified by ten thousand white lights without a trace, and they looked extremely weird. The flowing white light is like a powerful wave, washing the mud pill palace of Dongfang Bai over and over again.

Yes, scrubbing, like white waves crashing against the beach, washed over eons of time, smashing the reef and turning the gravel into fine sand.

The wind and rain, the birds and animals, the fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs, all the traces left on the beach were eventually erased by the waves.

Only a white and flat sand beach is left, bathed in the sun.

Dongfang Bai's eyes turned red, as if he had seen something incredible, shocked and anxious.

The wind and waves in the Mud Pill Palace never stopped, and this feeling was extremely strange, as if something was losing a little bit of it to him.

"Ahh

Dongfang Bai screamed, his knees weakened, he knelt on the ground with a thud, lowered his head, and covered his eyes with his hands in pain.

The room returned to darkness and calm, time seemed to have stopped, and the long sound of snorting outside the inn rippled in Dongfang Bai's ears.

Dongfang Bai raised his head, the dark inn was unusually quiet, and Bai Dingjian was still in his hand, but his blank eyes looked extremely empty, like a sleepwalking patient, and he walked around the room for a week.

The bed, the sealed pavilion, the doors and windows, and the square table have not been touched, and even the tea on the square table still has a slight heat coming out.

Who am I!

I'm from there!

What am I doing at this inn!

Dongfang Bai's mind flashed these three questions like lightning, desperately recalling, looking at the familiar sword in his hand, but he could no longer remember everything in the past.

......

A woman in a white mask and a handsome young man named Fang Hua floated into the street.

"Holy aunt, do you want to verify that legend!"

"There is no need to verify it, the news came from the informant that the Southern Sect just found a scapegoat and blamed this young man for his incompetence. ”

"Meet him?" said the young man in white.

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, this young man has actually put himself in such a situation, it is really unwise, and he is disappointed when he sees it, I am afraid that he is also a layman. ”

"We've lowered the requirements!" the young man sighed: "I didn't expect that the world is so big, how can it be so difficult to find a person who runs Vientiane!"

Listening to the young man's sigh, the eyes behind the white mask leaked a trace of bitter grievance.

As the deputy of the city lord, the person who plans and operates the MixC must first be a woman. This has been a tradition in Vientiane City for countless years, and this woman is the Holy Aunt of Twenty-Seven Islands.

All inheritances have a reason, and in the eyes of City Director Tianxing, this inheritance just shows that women are easier to control.

On the one hand, men are ambitious and have many desires, and once they master the business lifeline of Vientiane City, there is no guarantee that there is no scheming. Second, in a world dominated by men, if this man has a inheritance and a shrine, inheritance and inheritance are also a big problem. There is also a third, the MixC is complicated, there are thousands of industries, and women with meticulous minds seem to be more suitable for the position of the counter.

Two years ago, the Holy Aunt was seriously ill, and even the half-step divine Ren Tianxing had no way to cure it.

According to the algorithm of the Book of Destiny, the Holy Aunt will die soon, so the search for a successor has become a top priority.

"Dead horses should be used as live horse doctors, or let's go to Hengshui for a trip?!" the young man said with a hint of hesitation.

"Hengshui, Sang Zi of Lu Gongquan. Maybe there will be some differences. The holy aunt seemed to be convincing herself, and nodded.

In recent years, the talents of the Great Xia Dynasty have withered, and the "Three Sages and Six Sages" have walked and hidden. The only one who entered the Creation Realm was Liang Wendao. We can't ask for someone directly from the Sanqing Daomen. The young man in white shook his head and said.

"Heroes make the times, and the times make heroes. The Bactria Dynasty in Middle-earth had two glorious eras. One is the period of Emperor Taizu 3,000 years ago, and the other is the period of Emperor Yefu 300 years ago. ”

"In these two periods, the immortal powerhouses have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the powerhouses of the previous generation of Creation Realm are almost all relics of these two periods. Maybe the peaceful days have been too long, and the cultivators are lazy?!"

"Taiping, I think the peaceful days are coming to an end. ”

"It is precisely in this way that we must ensure that our Vientiane City will not be implicated by the scourge of war, and that millions of living beings on the 27 islands will live and work in peace and contentment. The holy aunt said solemnly.

The autumn night is dew, and the long street is quiet. The beggars on the street corners, shivering and huddled together, like rats in the shadows, like dead bodies in a cemetery.