Even if the streets are plastered with rune paper, and all the places that can and cannot be used are engraved with charms, it will not completely eliminate the monsters that have escaped from the ruins.

Therefore, the children of Ziwei Pavilion have to patrol every day.

This is their home.

Fu Zong ignored them, and they couldn't ignore their relatives and friends in Qingzhou.

Jiang Huaiyu nodded and hurried in the direction where Wen Yi was.

......

Shen Yu waited for a long time, not waiting for Wen Yi, but waiting for a group of masters led by the Jindan Realm and leading the team in the Out-of-Body Realm.

A mortal grabbed the monk's robe at the end of the line and pleaded, "Help me...... Immortals save me, monsters catch me! ”

Apparently, he didn't know that his neighbor had turned into a monster and was scared.

The monk smiled and groaned, "Yes." ”

The next moment, a spiritual power condensed in his palm, sending mortals to heaven.

Shen Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he snapped his fingers before the group came.

The rich murderous aura enveloped the two without leaking out, cutting off everyone's sight and completely invisible.

Unless the power above the Merge Realm comes, no one will be able to see through it.

Wen Yi lay on Shen Yu's knees, and the two of them sat at the front of the temple in a grand manner, but no one could see it.

"Mr. Wuya, have you sensed where the fragments of the Qianyuan Sword are?" One of them whispered, "The Lord's order is for us to bring this piece back, and not to act rashly. ”

The spoon head floating above Sinan turned around, and finally pointed at Shen Yu.

Wuya looked at the empty temple and frowned, "Go inside and have a look." ”

Everyone looked at each other and followed Wuya into the temple.

Shen Yu looked coldly at everyone's backs, and a murderous aura of black and red intertwined popped up and fell on the robe of the last monk.

The murderous aura is like a bone appendage that silently burrows through the skin of the monk, wanders through the brain, and invades the eyes.

From beginning to end, the parasitic monk was unaware.

Shen Yu closed his eyes.

At this moment, the monk's eyes are his eyes.

Two statues of the gods were placed inside the dilapidated temple.

A statue of Manzhu Sawa with bright red blood under his feet, holding a long sword, indifferently looking down on all beings, making the soles of his feet cold, and he did not dare to be presumptuous.

Another idol is on the right, holding a folding fan and a cornucopia, with an amiable smile that people can't help but get close to.

Seeing Kazama Moon and himself being worshiped by the world side by side, Shen Yu only felt disgusted.

"Bang bang bang!"

The monk who was parasitized by Shen Yu drew his sword and slashed the idol of Kazama Moon to pieces.

Wuya and the others turned their heads sharply and said sharply, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Shen Yu retracted his gaze, pulled back Wen Yi who was about to fall with his strong and powerful hand, looked at the messy street with an expressionless face, and glanced at it in disgust.

In the temple, the person who was parasitized by Shen Yu suddenly realized, he suddenly turned back to his senses and looked at his inexplicable actions, and in the face of everyone's sharp sword-like gaze, he took a deep breath:

"I just think this place is too evil, and I want to see if the fragments are hidden in the idol."

Wuya suspected that he was being controlled, and after casting the spell and inspecting it, he didn't see any problems before he stopped, "It's not that this is not possible." ”

Someone proposed to cut down the statue of Prince Er but was stopped by Wuya, "At the beginning, the demons in Qingzhou were rampant, and although Prince Er was notorious, he also did a good thing.

The prince has ascended, and the gods cannot see, hear, or hear, if you let him know that he will be killed when you are waiting for the Mahayana realm to cross the tribulation, you are afraid that it will be too late to regret it. ”

Everyone was shocked.

There are gods in the head, and no one can offend a monk who has ascended, or who is rumored to have ascended.

Everyone saluted Shen Yu's idol and left.

When the group passed by Shen Yu, black and red spiritual power appeared in his palm and silently hit the monk.

"Bang!"

A vast torrent of murderous aura poured into the monk's body, and he instantly exploded to pieces, scarlet blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

Boundless gasped.

The rest of the crowd looked at each other.

It seems that what Mr. Wuya said is true, there are gods three feet above his head, fortunately they did not have the audacity to destroy the statue of the prince of the prince, otherwise it would have ended like this.

"Don't pack up yet." Wuya said in a deep voice, "The people from Ziwei Pavilion are coming. ”

The fragments of the Qianyuan Sword are not here, and it is very likely to fall into the relics of the Divine War.

On the day of the Boundless Sacrifice Festival, after the God War Ruins opened, they entered the ruins to find the whereabouts of the fragments.

The group hurriedly cleaned up the mess and disappeared into the dense fog before the people of Ziwei Pavilion came.

"Smack!"

Shen Yu snapped his fingers, the enchantment around his body disappeared, and Wen Yi, who had passed out, still didn't wake up.

He took out a white jade Chiyang Pill from Wen Yi's Qiankun bag and poured it in.

After a while, Wen Yi's pale face gradually returned to ruddy.

It's just that this ugly disguise upset Shen Yu, and it didn't look as pleasing to the eye as her original face.

"Ahem, ahem."

In the dream, Wen Yi coughed lightly.

Shen Yu: "Awake? It's time for us to go back. ”

The unconscious thermometer did not respond.

Shen Yu looked down at the face that was disguised as ordinary or even slightly ugly, and was about to open his mouth when he suddenly saw a group of people coming from the distance.

He gently placed Wen Yi on the ground and sat aside with a cold expression.

"Thermometer?!" Fu Yu saw the familiar person lying on the ground, rushed forward in three steps and two steps, and picked the person up, "Wen Yi, wake up." ”

Shen Yu stood aside, his sword eyebrows twisted together, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Fu Yun, who was following him, chuckled in his heart when he heard the word 'Wenyi'.

It wasn't until he saw the little junior brother in his arms that he breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be the same name and surname.

"Senior brother, look." Fu Yu looked at the devastated Beicheng, "This ...... What's going on here? ”

Fu Yun's face changed, and he didn't understand why so many ghosts that should have been sealed in the relics of the Divine War suddenly appeared here.

Only when I walked in did I see clearly that these people who were carefully protected by Ziwei Pavilion had already been possessed by resurrection ghosts, and they were no longer human.

The power to seriously injure them and the power to seriously injure the thermometer come from the same source.

Fu Yun's face became more and more ugly on the smoky street, "Check, we must find out who is behind the scenes." ”

As he walked back, he suddenly saw an ordinary person with a miserable death.

And the aura left on this person's body is different from the power that turned Beicheng upside down, it should be from the hand of another person.

At once, two forces joined in, and Fu Yun had no clue, "Take her back to Ziwei Pavilion." ”

The voice fell.

A figure suddenly emerged from the thick fog.

After seeing the person clearly, Fu Yun's brows furrowed slightly, "What is Ling Yujun doing when he comes to Qingzhou?" ”

Jiang Huaiyu looked around, "The Sword Seeking Sect Seal Lingyuan Venerable, it has come to Qingzhou, since the pavilion master is here, he also knows about it, and he will leave." ”

The festival of the gods is approaching, and the relics of the god war are about to begin.

The Sword Sect, the Yunshui Sword Sect, the mysterious power that stirred up the wind and clouds, and the monk who killed that ordinary person, as well as the seven elders of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion who were rumored to have arrived in Qingzhou, all gathered in this square inch of land.

Fu Yun felt unprecedented pressure.