Cheng Luo, Jing Daoren, and Yao Kui, although they belong to the three veins of Confucianism, Taoism, and Martial arts, are all cultivators of the seventh realm.

Therefore, when they broke into the influence range of the invincible city together, the system randomly issued a guardian mission, counting all three people of the same realm.

Each person has 500 points of upgrade experience, so Zhang City Lord has earned 1,500 points of experience in this battle, and he has gained a lot of money.

In the previous missions, he had accumulated 1,300 points of guardianship experience, plus this time 1,500 points, a total of 2,800 points now.

Looking at this number, Zhang Dongyun felt a little pity.

The third city upgrade and expansion requires 3,000 points each of construction experience and protection experience.

After completing this guardian mission, the distance of 3,000 points is only 200.

Three is good, but if it's four this time, it's even better, just put together three thousand points, I'm really not enough to swallow an elephant...... Zhang Dongyun laughed at himself in his heart.

It's a pity that the previous guardian mission 3.3, capturing and killing the elder Jiang Chaoning, did not do it at that time, and after Jiang Chaoning left, the task was automatically invalidated.

When he and Cheng Luo and the others came back together, because he was in the sixth realm, and his cultivation realm was lower than Cheng Luo's three people, the system randomly released new tasks, and Jiang Chaoning would no longer be counted.

Otherwise, Jiang Chaoning of the sixth realm, the reward for mission experience should be four hundred points, and with him, it will exceed the standard of three thousand.

However, in order to catch a big fish at that time, I had to let him go.

Zhang Dongyun now thinks back that his previous guess was correct, but his methods were still a little conservative.

Forgetting the truth, he really concealed the horror of Chang'an City, deceived the people of Qingfu Palace and Jingyue Tower to Chang'an, and borrowed a knife to kill people.

Jiang Chaoning came in and pretended to explore the way, and Cheng Luo and the others waited not far outside.

If Jiang Chaoning had been captured first, and then asked him to go out to attract people, maybe he would not have wasted his 400 points of reward, but people's hearts are fickle, so it is difficult to predict whether things will change.

That's it, two thousand eight is two thousand eight...... Zhang Dongyun comforted himself in his heart.

However, the construction task also needs to reach 3,000, and you need to work hard.

While pondering, he projected Mr. Dark Cloud and gathered the captives.

After taking the captives, Zhang Dongyun still has the old habit, as Mr. Wuyun, he first interrogates everyone several times and searches for the intelligence information they have.

For these people, some inconspicuous gossip may fall into Zhang Dongyun's ears, but it can play an unexpected role.

It is because Zhang Dongyun attaches great importance to all kinds of news, and he inquires about the screening one by one.

Interrogation is time-consuming.

But this time, Zhang City Lord immediately got a key piece of news.

The enemy did not all enter the mountains.

Mr. Mingxi, the old man of the Cheng family, is still waiting outside the mountain.

The besiegers had not heard from them for a long time, and Mr. Mingxi outside the mountain would soon notice that they had been wiped out.

Zhang Dongyun smacked his mouth.

It doesn't matter if you scare the old man away, I'm afraid that the others won't dare to come back.

However, then again, if even the old man from outside the city is planted together, will the others be even more afraid to come?

This battle should not be enough, but it may attract the other party to gather more masters.

It's just that......

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows.

...... There's one less person in the city right now.

At the same time as Zhang Dongyun's self-examination, far away from the mountain, Mr. Mingxi Cheng Jingyuan stood silently, looking at the mountains of Longling.

Several young children of the Cheng family beside him who were accompanying him gradually became anxious.

Mr. Mingxi's face is as steady as Mount Tai, and his heart is actually getting heavier and heavier.

By this time, no matter whether it is successful or not, there should be information back from the front.

In Chang'an City, except for the Blood Shadow Old Demon, there is definitely more than one seventh realm left.

Jiang Chaoning inquired before, regardless of whether it was intentional or unintentional, the information must be wrong.

Chang'an's strength was stronger than expected, and it was by no means just relying on the Poisonous Mist and the Phantom Array.

The three masters of the Seventh Realm led the team, including the magic weapon Lihuo Golden Lamp, which is good at cracking the illusion of the maze, the elixir specially used to deal with the poisonous mist, and Jiang Chaoning, who is wearing a top-notch magic weapon phantom fog robe.

Such a lineup was completely annihilated, and not even a single person who reported the news could escape, and the enemy was by no means idle.

The fate of Cheng Luo and the others is unknown, and there is no news, and Mr. Mingxi is worried.

But he realized that not only Cheng Luo and the others who entered the mountain, but now even his own outside the mountain is not safe.

"Uncle, should we send someone into the mountain to have a look......" At this time, a disciple of the Cheng family asked hesitantly.

"Let's go. But the old man made a quick decision.

But soon, he realized the danger.

Mr. Mingxi immediately snorted, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder.

The surrounding heaven and earth were like water ripples, and they were in turmoil.

The other Cheng family disciples were shocked and took out their pens and paper one after another to guard against it.

But they couldn't see their opponents, and they only saw black lines in front of them, like pen and ink leaving traces between his heaven and earth.

Numerous black lines crisscrossed them, like a cage, holding them and besieging them.

"Who is the master?" Mr. Mingxi did not ignore the other party's appearance, and asked in a deep voice.

A voice sounded, crisp and immature, but the tone was calm and indifferent: "People from Chang'an City." ”

"Chang'an City, there are indeed masters. ”

Mr. Mingxi exclaimed, and at the same time, his subordinates were not slow, splashed ink, and quickly wrote a farewell poem.

In an instant, Wenhua's talent qi led the aura of heaven and earth to converge, turning into a mighty river, leading to the distance.

A light boat on the river, carrying all the people of the Cheng family, a few breaths, and then went away, crossing thousands of mountains.

"I've written hundreds of words. ”

A crisp and pleasant female voice sounded, and her tone was calm, as if she was gossiping.

But Mr. Mingxi and others found that they were exhausted.

Under the obstruction of black lines, the long river dried up and the light boat ran aground.

Everyone used pen and paper as knives, trying to break the black line in front of them, but to no avail.

Even in the seventh realm, Mr. Mingxi, who had reached the realm of enlightenment, was helpless.

The strength level of the opponent in front of him did not seem to be much better than him.

However, he found that he was completely unable to discern the context of the other party's supernatural powers.

Whipping in, as if it had completely failed.

On the contrary, the other party made his bottom clear.

Mr. Mingxi's pen and ink changes are often not completed, and his opponent has already taken the lead in adapting to it, but seems to be more familiar with the meaning of his articles than the author himself.

"Who is it?!" Mr. Mingxi was dumbfounded.

The other party didn't seem to be interested in talking anymore, but the black lines kept shrinking, and then closed, turning into a black curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

In the end, the black curtain continued to shrink, and it turned out to be a thick cloud of ink.

Mr. Mingxi and the others were in the thick ink, and they were suddenly unable to move, and there was no room for resistance.

The thick ink gathered, and finally flew into an inkstone.

The petite girl held the inkstone and strolled back to Longling.