The students of the imperial capital, the forbidden Xianwang retired from the Sage Academy, but he no longer had the previous frustration.

This 24-hour silence package made him realize that the saint was still paying attention to him, and he couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved.

"That's fine, that's enough, at least there's a way to call for help when you encounter something that can't be solved. ”

He still has a lot of important things to do, and he can't spend any more time in this academy.

But when he walked out of the teahouse under the protection of the guards, a lump of things suddenly fell from the sky!

Say it's a lump, because it's a lump!

Li Xianyu was suddenly startled, and hurriedly took two steps back, allowing the guards around him to step forward in an instant, protecting him behind him.

"Bang Bang!"

The guards drew their swords in unison, pointing at the monster that fell from the sky with extreme caution!

The monster was pressed forward like a small hill, its soft fat flesh covered with orange hair, and a tail like a tiger raised high, exuding a penetrating majesty.

Before figuring out what it was, the guards didn't dare to act rashly, but just escorted King Xian and slowly retreated into the teahouse.

"Wait, don't go!"

But suddenly, a human voice came from the monster's location.

"You can even speak human language?"

The guards were even more vigilant, the true qi in their bodies was already full of their bodies, and their nerves were tense to the limit, and they could react immediately as long as there was a change.

The next moment, the monster's body suddenly twitched, and the two guards couldn't bear it, so they took a step forward and slashed down with two knives!

But at this moment, two hands suddenly stretched out from under the monster's body and caught the two knives empty-handed.

"Don't be afraid, it's me!"

A voice full of helplessness came out again.

A vicious man with a scar on his face flipped out from under the monster's body, and his regular monster flipped over, revealing a white belly and a fat cat's head!

It turned out that this huge monster that fell from the sky turned out to be a fat cat!

"Immortal Crane True Monarch!"

When King Xian saw the man's appearance, he couldn't help but exclaim.

His tone was full of awe, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to see the Immortal Crane True Monarch of Wanshumen again!

Immortal Crane Zhenjun frowned, with a sad face, he traveled from Wanshu Mountain to the imperial capital, the distance between them was not worth mentioning, but it took him several days to finally catch up.

And the clothes on his body became tattered, as if they had been cut by someone's knife, and he was embarrassed, completely losing the immortal aura that impressed King Xian.

But this is really helpless, can you imagine that there will be a storm in the clear sky for no reason?

Xianhe Zhenjun came out with his own fat cat, and he was almost peeled off a layer of skin!

It's a pity that the fat cat's fat hasn't been shaved off.

After getting out from under the fat cat, the Immortal Crane True Monarch opened his double knives, straightened his clothes, and asked directly at King Xian, "Do you know the sage?"

King Xian nodded subconsciously.

Immortal Crane Zhenjun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Do you know where he went?"

King Xian shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Sure enough, how can mortals know the traces of the saints?"

Immortal Crane Zhenjun muttered, and then said, "There is no way, I can only count another hexagram!"

Then he took out an octagonal inkstone and prepared to use the secret "ink hexagram" of Wanshumen to calculate the whereabouts of the saint.

I saw him throw the inkstone forward, and a thick long brush in his sleeve slipped into his hand and dipped it into the inkstone.

The inkstone, which was originally empty, was filled with thick ink after the brush entered, gradually accumulating, and surging more and more, overflowing the inkstone, dancing in the air with his long sleeves.

It's really "dancing and inking"!

The surroundings of the student are full of literati, and when the Immortal Crane Zhenjun performs the "immortal technique", everyone's eyes can't help but gather, staring at the ink tightly.

"It's immortal magic! I didn't expect that my dragon would be lucky enough to see the monk perform immortal magic at such a close distance one day!"

"This is the real dance and ink! I and other students boast that they are full of economy, but they can't even spit out a trace of ink!"

"Brother Hao, are you scared stupid? How can people spit ink?"

Just as everyone was watching the Crane Zhenjun divination, a thin thunderbolt suddenly flashed above the clear sky, and the thunder pierced the sky and exploded suddenly, and it was actually split straight down the inkstone.

"Boom!"

The cracking of the inkstone was drowned out by the sudden thunder, and the ink burst into the sky, and everyone watching around took a mouthful of ink—it was still hot.

"**! can even be struck by lightning if you count a hexagram?"

Immortal Crane Zhenjun's face was dark, and under the gaze of the hot gaze, he hurriedly cast a retreat technique and fled on the spot.

When he suddenly disappeared, King Xian wanted to keep him, but it was too late, and only a puddle of ink remained on the ground.

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Outside the border of Sheng Chaoguo, Luo Wen didn't know anything about it, he took back the green jade Buddha lotus, let the carriage land, Ming Xiong pulled the cart, and quickly drove east.

After leaving the Sheng Dynasty, it was the Black Soul Empire, and he bought a simple Black Soul map when he was in the capital, knowing that the Black Water Ring was on the border of the Black Soul Empire, so he was not in a hurry.

There is only a line between the Black Soul Empire and the Sheng Dynasty Kingdom, but this line of separation is like a moat.

The Sheng Dynasty was basically not harassed by many ghosts under the protection of Confucian monks, but the Black Soul Empire was the hardest hit area of the ghost disaster, and it is said that the Ghost Emperor Yin had wreaked havoc in the country, leveling the center of the empire all the way, and the righteous sect in the Black Soul Empire also suffered heavy losses, and formed an immortal feud with the Hell Ghost Country.

Soon, the carriage drove into the land of the mountains.

There is no trade between the Sheng Dynasty and the Black Soul Empire, and this mountain range is also rare, and it is impossible to have any official ways.

In order to keep the carriage from shaking too much, Ming Xiong gradually slowed down his speed and moved forward slowly.

Rowan pulled the curtain on the window and looked out, only to feel that the mountains of the Black Soul Empire were gloomy and muddy even in the daytime, which was different from the Sheng Dynasty Guoda.

And the further you go inside, the stronger the gloomy smell in the air, and the black gas that seeps out from under the ground slowly wafts in the air, accumulating more and more, forming a large black miasma.

The martial artist wrinkled his nose and felt a little uncomfortable: "The ghost aura in this place is really strong. ”

Luo Wen patted his faceless head and asked, "Have you reacted?"

Faceless cocked his head, pulled it on the window, and then took out the soul bead, aimed it out of the window, and called "meow" a few times.

Suddenly, wisps of black remnant souls were withdrawn from those miasma and poured into the soul beads.

After the remnant soul is gone, the miasma still exists, but the eerie meaning is greatly reduced.

But as the carriage continued to move forward, those gloomy meanings resurfaced.

Faceless, on the other hand, had already recovered the Soul Attraction Bead, and the filthy remnant soul mixed with the miasma was too thin to be absorbed at all.

"I don't know if the environment in this place was originally like this, or if it only became like this after the Ghost Plague?"

With a faint doubt, there was a faint village between the cols ahead.