Xiao Yu opened his mouth towards the city, but did not make a sound.

If Qin Mumian could see the shape of his mouth at this moment, he might not have too many regrets.

Xiao Yu said thank you.

Xiao Yu turned and left.

The city lord's mansion watchtower, walked up to a middle-aged man with a majestic bearing, and he was still above Wan Yanhong. He glanced at the clairvoyant mirror on the ground that had been crumpled into an iron ball, and did not speak.

Wan Yanhong turned around and said respectfully, "Father." ”

The person who was called his father by Wan Yande was naturally Wan Yande, the king of Yan Chi, Wan Yande's face sank like water, and he said in a deep voice: "I have told you many times, calm your heart to control anger, and have calm air in the face of major events, so that Mount Tai can collapse in front of you without changing your color, and now you have forgotten?"

Wan Yanhong lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "The child knows his mistakes." ”

Wan Yande waved his hand and said: "These truths that have been said rotten can't just be remembered in our hearts, to really use them, our focus is not on the cultivation world where power is rampant, but on this world. Hong'er, my father will give you another word, worldly things are done according to the rules of the world, some people are not dead or alive, even if they want to kill, they don't need to take action in person. ”

Wan Yanhong smiled: "I have written down all the words of my father. ”

Wan Yande squinted and smiled: "It's not enough to just write it down." Alright, you go down first. ”

Wan Yanhong carefully retreated from the watchtower.

Wan Yande leaned on the battlement on the watchtower and sneered: "Of course, there are exceptions to everything, Xiao Yu has to die, and this king has to do it himself." ”

......

Xiao Yu has always thought that he is a person with a good temper, he has never complained about others, nor has he taken the initiative to deal with others, from the eastern capital to the grassland, and then to the northwest, he has always been in a position of defensive counterattack, always what others want to do to him, but the final result is how others are treated by him, even including this trip to the giant deer should be so, and it should be so.

Xiao Yu summoned the four celestial realms, including Xu Lin, and after bidding farewell to Xiao Zheng, he left Julu City ahead of schedule.

Xiao Zheng told Xiao Yu that the shepherd had already taken the first step, and the recent surroundings of Julu City were really unstable, and he hoped to be more careful along the way.

Xiao Yu laughed.

Looking at the back of Xiao Yu leaving, Xiao Zheng said to Sun De beside him: "Three kings talks, I am the guarantor, and now Wanyande is going to play the Hongmen banquet, and I, the guarantor, are also at the end." ”

Sun Denne did not dare to speak.

The shepherd, Cha Mang, and a figure shrouded in a large robe stood on a hill outside the city.

The shepherd pinched the beads on his wrist, the white hair on his temples fluttered gently with the wind, and he said indifferently: "Zha Mang, do you think Xiao Yu can return to the northwest alive?"

Zha Mang said with a smile: "This is to see how Yan De's methods are, the prince once said before coming to Julu that he would see how Xiao Yu came to conclusions, could it be that he is watching the current good show?"

The shepherd laughed and said: "That's nature, whether it's dominating the world or the three families, the premise is to live." ”

A trace of anger flashed on Zha Mang's face, and he narrowed a pair of eyes that were already small because of obesity, and said, "Lord Wang, are we watching from the wall, or are we behind the yellow finch?"

The shepherd's action of pinching the beads suddenly stopped, and a trace of compassion appeared on his originally indifferent face, "Yellow Sparrow is behind, it's really wonderful, but it's a pity that Wan Yande and Xiao Yu are not praying mantis catching cicadas." ”

Zha Mang sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity. ”

......

An old man dressed in a black wide-sleeved robe walked out of the Julu City Gate alone, and the wind outside, the old man's big sleeves fluttered, like a fairy among the gods.

The old man took out a black jade staff from his sleeve.

There is a lifelike black dragon coiled around the short staff, and the dragon's head is hideous.

Among the famous and surnamed magic weapons in the world, not to mention the magic weapons left by the ancestors, such as the Zhenfeng weapons of the seven peak masters of Taoism, the forty-eight divine swords of Confucianism, and so on. In the world, there are also masters who refine magic weapons on their own, which are not inferior to these ancient weapons. Among them is a short staff, the name is very vivid, it is called the Black Jade Coiling Dragon. This short staff is in the hands of Li Xu, the elder of the Houjian Demon Sect, stained with countless blood, Li Xu has been vertical and horizontal for more than ten years, although it is not as invincible as Shangguan Xianchen, but it is also an enemy in drought, when the rebellion of the five kings, the big and small demons in the Houjian cultivation world came out, and the large and small sects stood side by side, and there were as many as 100 demons who died under Li Xu, and there were five sects uprooted by Li Xu.

Perhaps, the old man is a fairy.

At this moment, Li Xu gently slapped his palm with the black jade dragon short staff, looked at the endless wilderness outside the city, and spit out two words: "Daozong." ”

......

Xiao Yu and his entourage were not in a hurry, how to come when they came, and how to go when they left.

Xiao Yu did not ride in a car, but rode a horse.

Xiao Yu sat on his horse and looked back at Julu City. A black cloud weighed down the city.

Xiao Yu's face was solemn, and he remembered the scene when Heishui Wan attracted the vision of heaven and earth with the posture of heaven and earth. Only this time, the people who came were no longer celestials, but immortals. Back then, Xiao Yu used to fight against the heavens, but now, Xiao Yu can't kill the gods.

Just as Xiao Yu was looking back, a white cloud floated in the opposite direction of the black cloud. The white clouds are not big, only a square circle, but they are particularly dazzling in a thick ink.

A middle-aged Taoist dressed in a Xuan ** robe, standing on top of the white clouds, with a strange appearance and a long strand of hair twisted in his hand.

Stepping on the white clouds, the fairy wind bone.

I don't know who the gods are.

The white clouds are like a flat boat, fluttering into a piece of ink, which makes it stand out even more.

The Taoist glanced at the white clouds under his feet, then shook his head, and the white clouds under his feet turned into dark clouds, completely lost in a thick lead cloud, and there was no trace of it.

The black clouds spread rapidly, and in just a few moments, the heads of Xiao Yu and the others were already gloomy.

A man in a green shirt came from the north and south, carrying a hat on his head, pressed very low, unable to see his facial expression, and holding a withered yellow bamboo cane in his hand.

The man in the green shirt suddenly stopped, and the blue silk shirt was like an iron cast in the whistling wind outside, without the slightest change.

There is no shortage of casual cultivation in the cultivation world, and the reason why there is the existence of casual cultivation is either because of the collapse of the sect, or because of the coincidence of the predecessors. If it is said that the great sect is like the capital of the underworld, then the scattered cultivation is a lonely soul and a wild ghost, and it is very miserable. But among the lonely souls and wild ghosts, there are also some fierce ghosts, who do not enter the underworld and become the masters of their own party.

The Tsing Yi Ke can also be regarded as a "peerless ghost" in the cultivation world, and his greatest wish is to have his own side of the "Difu Xudu".

This time, the Western Elder of the Demon Sect personally promised him that as long as Xiao Yu was taken, the Grassland Snow Mountain could be used as his founding location.

It was because of this that he came to Julu City.

Wealth and danger are sought, although Xiao Yu has a towering Taoist sect behind him, he doesn't necessarily have to be afraid.

After all, the immortals of the Dao Sect would naturally be dealt with by the elders of the Demon Sect.

I heard that the king of Xiping likes to cut off people's heads when he kills people, so he only needs to cut off the head of the king of the northwest.

"Bull-headed and horse-faced, black and white impermanence, iron-faced judge, ten halls of Yama, Jizo Bodhisattva. ”

The green-shirted man whispered, "I don't know what level you are?"

Ghostly.

The green-shirted man began to take a new step, sweeping nearly a thousand feet.