The middle-aged man stopped a team of sergeants who were patrolling outside the city, and the demon endured the overturning of the river and the sea in his stomach, and helped Mu Yu to step forward.

"Even if you are the elder of the Vientiane Gate, quickly tell the incident here to the occasional knowledge." The middle-aged man still had a commanding tone, a condescending posture.

The captain of the guard did not lower his posture because of the identity of the other party, he simply replied: "A few days ago, this place was attacked by demon beasts, and now it has been repelled by the immortals of Mengze Sect. ”

The sergeant major deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the three words "Meng Zezong", and in his tone, it was difficult to hide his pride and fascination, as well as the arrogance of the soldiers.

The middle-aged man was displeased, and it was all written on his face. But because of the identity and location, it was not good to attack directly, so he snorted coldly and left with his sleeves.

The demon and Mu Yu hurriedly followed again, and this time, the middle-aged man went straight in the direction of Wangjia Village.

Along the way, you can see blood and snow tangled into ice, scorched earth where everything is gray, cracked earth, and broken rocks scattered everywhere.

All the scenes are silently pouring out how the previous battle was thrilling and shocking.

When the three of them walked to the ruins of Wangjia Village, it was almost dusk.

The reason why it is said to be a ruin is because today's Wangjia Village has long been swallowed up by rocks and ice and snow, and the ruins of the occasional houses stubbornly poke out of the ice and snow, just like the fragments of the years, telling the world that Wangjia Village had a past.

The middle-aged man stared at the broken stone tablet engraved with the words "Wangjia Village" at the entrance of the village, and stopped for a long time, until the sunset lost the last ray of light, and he moved his steps again.

The demon and Mu Yu followed him into the village, and now in Wangjia Village, in addition to the messy gravel and heavy snow, they have already identified where the road is. The three of them walked towards the village one foot deep and one foot shallow, the waning moon was like a jue, and the bright moonlight illuminated the frightened birds passing by, and the unknown place echoed the desolate and sad cry of the cuckoo.

The middle-aged man didn't know where to call a bronze round mirror, he threw the mirror high above his head, and the eyes of the demon and Mu Yu also followed the mirror, looking into the air.

The demon was still expecting the quaint bronze mirror to reach its apex before falling, preferably smashing on the man's head, but it backfired, and the bronze mirror seemed to have no weight, hanging in mid-air.

The middle-aged man muttered a trick that the demon did not understand, and as he chanted in a low voice, the bronze mirror was wrapped in a faint light yellow streamer, and then turned into a blurred image projected from the mirror.

The demon saw a huge phantom made of light yellow streamers slaughtering in the village, its claws surging with wind and snow, one claw pierced the village son who was about to sacrifice the magic weapon, and the other claw also crushed the village chief's heart at the same time.

At the end of the picture, the yellowish shadow summons a snowstorm that drows the entire village in the snow.

The demon vaguely felt that the pale yellow phantom seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Meng Zezong ......" The middle-aged man said these three words slowly, his tone was so cold that the demon was terrified, she didn't understand why the middle-aged man suddenly mentioned Meng Zezong, and in the afterglow, she caught a glimpse of the bronze mirror suspended in the air and suddenly threw a light yellow light towards the place where she and Mu Yu were standing.

"It's not good......" Mu Yu exclaimed softly.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's gaze also moved with the mirror to the place where Mu Yu and the demon were standing at the moment, his expression was wonderful for a while, first confused, then thoughtful, and finally suddenly realized.

I saw him wave his hand, the bronze mirror fell in the palm of his hand, and he chanted the magic trick in his mouth again, Mu Yu summoned the peach wood, took the demon's hand and was about to escape, but he was shrouded in a light yellow light, and he couldn't move for a while.

The demon saw that the light pink halo that shrouded his body melted in an instant, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's broken, Xiao Xiangxiang's stealth technique has failed......"

The middle-aged man put away the bronze mirror and walked in front of the two who couldn't move, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Earlier, it was the two of you who played tricks on puppets at the shabu butcher shop, right?" The middle-aged man said coldly.

"What's the matter, if you have a kind, you will let go of the master, and we will have a good fight!" Although Mu Yu's body can't move, he can still speak.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, ignored Mu Yu, but walked up to the demon and squinted his eyes to look at her carefully.

The demon was stared at by him like this, and he only felt a chill down his spine, and he felt even more creepy when he thought of his frivolous words and deeds earlier today.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the demon's throat.

Seeing that the middle-aged man suddenly made a move on the demon, Mu Yu was furious, although his body couldn't move, he didn't want to give up easily, while secretly mobilizing his spiritual power to try to get out of trouble, he scolded loudly, trying to draw the middle-aged man's attention to himself.

"Could it be that all of you people in Vientiane Gate are shameless scum like you?" Mu Yu shouted and scolded at the top of his voice, "It's a shame that you are still a dignified elder, and you are so unworthy of martial arts and attack my chic and beautiful man!" ”

The demon was tightly choked by the middle-aged man, and he couldn't breathe. At this moment, his face was already red, his ears were red, and his eyes were about to crack.

Hearing Mu Yu's scolding, the middle-aged man let go of his right hand and walked in the direction of Mu Yu.

Then the demon heard the sound of its fist falling on the flesh.

Despite this, Mu Yu still scolded non-stop.

"Master suggests that you don't call it Vientiane Gate in the future, it is more appropriate to change it to Ten Thousand Rat Cave!"

Another punch, and the sound of bones shattering.

"If you have the ability, you will kill the master today, otherwise one day, the master will definitely kill all the rats in the Vientiane Gate, even your ancestral hall, I will burn it to the light!"

There was a dull sound that was repeated, but Mu Yu's voice of scolding became weaker and weaker.

The demon was in a hurry and shouted: "We are the inner disciples of the Mengze Sect, and the Pujia Immortal is my master!" ”

The sound of hitting stopped, and the middle-aged man walked back in front of the demon, a cruel smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand and pinched the demon's chin.

He brought his mouth to the demon's ear, and anyone who came close could feel the smell of wine coming out of his breath.

"Disciple of Mengze Sect, right?" The middle-aged man stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of the demon's earlobe to the corner of her mouth, which made the demon feel a chill and fear that had never been seen before.

"Even Zhengchou can't find a disciple of Mengze Sect......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's other hand also quickly poked out and stopped on the clothes on the demon neckline.