On the hill outside the city of Jiling, the wind was howling.

Ruan Qixue said solemnly: "Gu Feng Island is entrenched in the East China Sea, and the Shura Palace is circling the bitter cold land of the Western Wilderness, except for the demon war sixteen years ago, these two demon clan branches have not dared to invade Middle Earth in recent years, only the largest demon clan sect, Wanyoutang!"

"The headquarters of Wanyoutang is in the Blood Refining Cave, located in the southeast of the Shenzhou Continent, relatively speaking, it is the closest to Jiling City, it should be them!"

Ling Zihuan frowned, glanced at Ruan Qixue, and said, "Speaking of this, I can't help but think of a big battle that broke out in the Forgotten Forest a few months ago. When we arrived in the Forgotten Forest, a group of demons from the Hall of Ten Thousand Shadows had already appeared there, trying to break the 'Vientiane Seal' and seize the Demon Tower. ”

"It stands to reason that the Blood Refining Cave is far away from the Forgotten Forest, and it only takes half a cup of tea from the Fuyu Mountain Range to the Forgotten Forest, but they are the first to arrive in the forest, it seems that Wan Youtang first occupied Jiling City, and then stationed troops in the city, and sent to the Forgotten Forest on a certain day. ”

Ruan Qixue nodded, agreeing with what Ling Zihuan said.

The fat man asked, "Gu Feng Island and Shura Palace are both entrenched in the border wasteland, but the Blood Refining Cave of the Wanyoutang Headquarters is entrenched in Middle-earth, why didn't you Xuanqing Sect try to take down their lair?"

Ruan Qixue said with a dry smile: "Although the Blood Refining Cave is located in Middle Earth, it is close to the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, and the mountains and rivers are gradually dangerous and vicious, and people are inaccessible, although it is not a frontier, but it is no different from the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, and the power of Wanyoutang is too strong, it is by no means easy to exterminate." ”

"I remember that the three Miao tribes in the southern Xinjiang and the Wumeng tribe in the southeastern Wanyue Valley were all wiped out one after another, and it seems that that this place is indeed not a place for people!" the fat man sighed and shook his head.

After Ruan Qixue heard this, a pair of ethereal eyes flashed a few glimmers of light, and then moved her gaze elsewhere.

In fact, as a descendant of the Sanmiao tribe, she never knew that the clansmen thought that they would be able to find peace and last long without intriguing with the Middle-earth people.

However, the more comfortable you are, the more likely you are to suffer disaster. In this vast land of China, where the strong are respected, only strength can conquer everything!

Ling Zihuan saw that Ruan Qixue's face was wrong, and wanted to comfort him, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to speak.

Because when it comes to southern Xinjiang and the extermination of the clan, I can't help but think of my own race and tribe.

Ling Zihuan smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "The three Miao tribes in Southern Xinjiang and the Di Ling tribe in North Xinjiang are all the same, but they still lost to fate after all!"

The fat man saw that Ruan Qixue and Ling Zihuan both had a look of grief on their faces, and thought that they were touched a lot when they saw Ji Lingcheng being murdered, so he didn't say anything for a while.

The vast land of China is boundless. Only the land of Middle Earth is the most abundant and fertile, and the world's population is the most abundant and fertile. And in the southeast, south, and northwest of Middle Earth, it is a frontier wasteland, which is the Beidi, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Xinjiang, and the East China Sea, with dangerous mountains and rivers, many fierce beasts and birds of prey, many evil miasma poisons, and many barbarians who raze the people, and drink blood from the hair, which is inaccessible to people.

And the world has been passed down from ancient times to the remnants of the famine, the remnants of the world, hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, living for more than 10,000 years, but no one can see it.

Today, there are countless monks in the world, like carp crossing the river. And because of the vast land of Shenzhou and the number of strange people in the world, there are many ways to cultivate, all of which are different, and gradually there are sects and sects, and there is a difference between good and evil. The view of the gateway that arises from it, intrigue and even fighting and killing, there are many things.

In today's Middle-earth, although there are no major wars, the battles and killings between the world, large and small, have never ended.

However, although the power of the human race is strong, Wan Youtang occupies Jiling City, and the Wu clan has been dormant in southern Xinjiang for many years, scheming and planning the overall situation, Gu Feng Island in the East China Sea and Shura Palace in the Western Wilderness are eyeing and coveting Middle-earth, and there are many ethnic tribes lurking in it.

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Half paid, the fat man's body moved, and the fat on his body trembled, "Look, what is that tower in the city for?"

Ling Zihuan and Ruan Qixue looked over, and saw that there was indeed a pillar-shaped tower in the city, like a chimney, bubbling with billowing black gas, and many demons and demons were coming in and out, looking very busy.

Ruan Qixue suddenly discovered something, and hurriedly said: "What they are carrying on their shoulders are trees, what are they carrying all the trees into the tower?"

"Zimu also said in prison that the demon clan outside is planning something, it seems that they are indeed a little weird!" Ling Zihuan frowned slightly.

The fat man took a deep breath and asked, "Then what should we do now?" Should we go out to bring in the rescuers, or should we go to the city?"

Ling Zihuan thought for a moment and said lightly, "Let's go our separate ways. Since the Phantom Sound Temple is unreliable, it can only tell Xuanqing Sect the news of the fall of Jiling City. ”

"Let me go!" Ruan Qixue looked at Ling Zihuan and continued, "You were expelled from the sect, they may not believe your words. ”

Ling Zihuan nodded, raised his eyes and said, "If the Xuanqing Sect can send a disciple here, not to mention the treacherous mist demon technique in the dense forest, even the demons in the city can be swept away!"

When the fat man heard this, he snorted coldly, with a look of disbelief, "You Xuanqing Sect are so powerful? I'm afraid that when they learn the news of the invasion of Jiling City, they probably try to avoid it." ”

Ling Zihuan turned to the fat man and said patiently, "I think the Xuanqing Sect is different from the Phantom Sound Temple!"

Although he has a grudge against Xuanqing Sect, after all, he has lived there for four years, and he still has feelings. If he talked about the Phantom Sound Temple, he couldn't help but think of the internal strength of his Buddhist sect that Monk Zhihong had passed on, which hindered his cultivation, and he was inevitably angry in his heart.

Ruan Qixue said lightly: "No matter what, I will do my best!"

The fat man looked at Ling Zihuan and said, "Zihuan, let's go separate from Miss Ruan, she will go to Xuanqing Sect, and we will go to Phantom Sound Temple." Eh, I remember, when you were in Guyang Town, you said you were going to Phantom Sound Temple. ”

"Yes, we originally planned to go to the Phantom Sound Temple, but now that we are entrusted by Zimu, the situation in Jiling City is not optimistic, so I can put my own affairs aside first. ”

Ling Zihuan paused, looking at the pavilions not far away, "I want to go to the city to find out the news and try to rescue the city lord." ”

The fat man was startled, stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Jiling City has now been occupied by the demon clan, if you rush forward, won't you be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?"

Ling Zihuan didn't speak, still looking ahead. The lingering mist slowly surged in the air, and the city was full of ugly-looking demons, making Jiling City completely lifeless.

Ruan Qixue glanced at Ling Zihuan, her ethereal eyes flashing with light, like ripples suddenly rising on the calm water.

Although she didn't want the man in front of her to be in danger, he knew that this was the Ling Zihuan she knew, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

It is such a man who unconsciously arouses the admiration of Fang!

Ling Zihuan felt Ruan Qixue's gaze, and then looked at her, and the eyes of the two were tightly intertwined.

Perhaps, between them, there is no need for any language, just look at each other, and everything is clear.

Ruan Qixue was stunned, and quickly looked away, her face was a little hot, and there was a hint of redness.

Seeing that no one paid attention to what he said, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Hey, what about you!"

Ruan Qixue didn't wait for Ling Zihuan to answer, then spoke: "Let's let him go, even if you can't find the city lord, you can go first to investigate one or two, and then join us." ”

When the fat man heard this, he pursed his lips and asked hesitantly, "That...... What about me, what am I doing?"

"Where did you come from, where are you going!" Ling Zihuan said indifferently with his back to the fat man.

When the fat man heard this, he snorted coldly, his face changed, and he said to Ling Zihuan: "Hey, you little conscienceless, who saved you in Guyang Town, have you forgotten?"

Ruan Qixue smiled and said, "Zihuan didn't mean that, he didn't want you to be in danger!"

"Definitely!" Ling Zihuan turned around, his face was indifferent, and he glanced at Ruan Qixue, "I'm going to fly off the wall later, look at his fat, if he follows along, he will definitely drag me back!"

"Hmph!" the fat man glanced at Ling Zihuan, his body moved, and his bulging belly shook like a ball of meat, "If it weren't for your shallow cultivation, I wouldn't be able to help you!"

Ruan Qixue couldn't help but smile when she saw the cute look of the fat man, and glanced at Ling Zihuan again, only to see him standing on his side, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, let's go our separate ways!" Ruan Qixue walked to Ling Zihuan's side, and her voice suddenly became low, "Silly boy, take care of yourself, don't act recklessly, when I return to Jiling City, I want you to stand in front of me unharmed." ”

As soon as Ruan Qixue's words fell, Ling Zihuan didn't say anything, and the fat man grabbed his mouth and said, "Miss Ruan, don't worry, I will take care of him!"

As he spoke, the fat man patted his chest, with a determined look on his face, as if he regarded himself as Ling Zihuan's eldest brother.

"Well, if the fat man says so, then I'll be relieved. Ruan Qixue said with a smile, the pear vortex on her cheek faintly appeared.

"Uh-huh, it's on me!" the fat man nodded.

The wind was blowing slowly, the dead grass of the hills was wandering around directionlessly, and the lonely souls of the dead were wailing, weeping, looking for their way home.

Ruan Qixue's beautiful long hair was gently swaying, her snow-white clothes were stirring in the wind, and the whole person looked graceful and beautiful, like a fairy.

The next moment, Ruan Qixue's body flashed, and her delicate figure turned into a white light, flying into the sky and heading towards the Fuyu Mountain Range.

Ling Zihuan watched Ruan Qixue's figure disappear into view, turned his head and said to the fat man: "We have to leave too, if you want to drag your feet, I will get rid of you directly!"

After speaking, a smile appeared on Ling Zihuan's face, and his body suddenly disappeared on the hill.

The fat man saw Ling Zihuan running to the front with a smoke, and scolded: "Grandma's, look at who drags who's hind legs!"

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