A pale sword light shook the sky, like a line of white waves surging in the sky, and instantly swept across half of the city, and finally disappeared into the edge of the sky.

At that moment, the rich sword intent that erupted rose into the sky with the flash of the sword light, and with the sword light appeared, a pure white light appeared to the extreme, dispersing the darkness of the night and illuminating half of the city as if it were day.

Pillars of blood, blood bands, a demon with a huge mouth torn open in his chest......

Everything completely disappeared from the world in an instant, as if the graffiti on the beach was erased by the "white tide" at will, leaving no trace.

The next day, the people who gradually woke up found that it was as if it was just a dream, and the whole city had changed.

The restaurants in the northeast collapsed one after another, and two huge deep pits inexplicably appeared on the street, smashing the original good stone road to the ground, leaving a fragment of the ground.

The most terrifying thing is that the entire half of the city wall in the northeast has been turned into debris overnight!

It's really daylight!

The first people to notice that the walls were missing were the people who lived on the edge of the walls, and they opened their doors early in the morning.

Huo, damn it, my vision is really open today!

Then they realized that something was wrong:

! How about my big wall?!

Compared with the disappearance of the city wall, which is more than a ghost, strange things happened in the city in the next few days, such as the city lord suddenly changed people, and some young calf-nosed Taoist priests were suddenly seen on the street.

And the initiator of all this is now taking small steps leisurely in a mountain forest.

The young monk, who had a soft spot for white clothes, had changed into a coarse brown cloth again, with a straw hat on his head, which looked like a layman's hand, and a loose trouser of coarse cloth underneath, the trousers were rolled up to his knees, and further down was a pair of straw sandals commensurate with his clothes, which were so rough that the insiders could not help but cover their faces.

The scorching sun shone down as if it didn't want money, and although a mountain road with shade was specially chosen, the still fine leaves could not completely block the scorching heat of the sun.

Fine beads of sweat ran down Xun Ming's forehead, passed through his cheeks, and finally accumulated on his chin, dripping down.

The brown coat on his upper body was somewhat inappropriately connected to two long sleeves, the sleeve on the left side had already been rolled up by him to the end of the arm that was almost in the armpit, revealing the skin that looked whiter and fairer in the sun, and the sleeve on the right side was hanging down empty, shaking randomly with his steps.

Gently biting the dogtail grass that was folded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, Xun Ming, who was dressed as a mountain villager, recalled the battle a few days ago, and his chest couldn't help but feel a little stuffy.

At that time, he only felt a surge of hot blood surging into his Heavenly Spirit Cover, then he held the companion sword, and then a similar sword light that he had only seen once in his master's hand flickered in his life, illuminating the entire Heavenly Firmament.

and half of the walls were crushed......

Xun Ming vaguely had a feeling that the sword light did not smash the entire city wall because he was in the city when the sword was released, if he was outside the city with a sword, then maybe he could directly smash the entire city.

However, it was a little strange that the sword light seemed to be under someone's control, and it only destroyed the "big mouth" demon and other evil monsters in half of the city, but it did not affect the buildings and mortals who were swept by the sword light in the slightest.

This made Xun Ming, who was almost about to turn his back on his back, let go of a hanging heart, and the evil demon shot to slaughter the people of a city, but he slaughtered half of the people in the city in order to save people, and Xun Ming estimated that he might be unstable on the spot.

Although he only held the accompanying sword in his hands, his right hand was almost about to become a real cripple, although a behemoth of an immortal family like the Leaning Moon Sect was naturally an elixir with flesh and bones, but the repair of the muscle meridians that were shattered by the sword qi entering the body was much more difficult.

Thinking that anyway, even if it was a full moon every day, let him use Yuehua to heal his injuries, it would be impossible to raise his right hand in a few days, so Xun Ming fortunately pretended to be a cripple.

It's just a blinding technique on the right hand, and it won't attract the attention of ordinary spirits and demons.

Of course, there is also Xun Ming's own little abacus.

According to his long-term experience in slaying demons, some female goblins will have a unique preference for this kind of prey with a lack of shape.

It's just that there will naturally be some problems, such as male monsters will be more cruel to this kind of prey, and there is a vague feeling of unhappiness when buying crabs and missing several legs.

It's true that male monsters can be extremely cruel, but "crabs lack legs" is just Xun Ming's speculation, after all, he can't catch people and ask, "Do you kid look down on disabled people?!" "Right?

Where is there so much nonsense with demons, a sword is enough.

If one sword is not enough, another sword will come.

However, these are not big things in Xun Ming's opinion, and the most important "big thing" at the moment is to kill enough nine hundred and ninety-nine banshees as soon as possible, and then return to his "Do Not Disturb Peak" and start sleeping comfortably - as a young sect master, he has his own mountain after entering the Cave Heaven Realm.

That night, after holding the long sword like the glass of the Immortal Palace, although it was only for a moment, in that moment, he felt that his spiritual sense seemed to be enlarged in an instant, and it easily enveloped the entire Biancheng.

In his spiritual sense, points of light of different colors sprinkled into the world like stars in the sky, scattered in the city like chess pieces.

The most pale and pale, those were ordinary mortals.

And among those white dots that are different in light and dark, but never out of the category of "dim", there are other colors, and the light spots that are obviously a little brighter are interspersed.

It's just that after the pale sword light flashed like a tide in the sky, the purple-black, red-black, or pitch-black points of light in those points of light were completely erased like the "Big Mouth King Kong".

After that sword, Xun Ming, who almost swallowed his breath, fell straight to the spot, relying on Yuehua in the second half of the night to barely recover some of his mobility, and then he crushed a jade pendant, and after briefly telling the other party what happened in the city, he limped out of Biancheng before they came, and rejoined the mountains.

I found a broken temple in the nearby mountains and forests at random, and meditated until noon, Xun Mingcai put on a simple white robe in the world, put on a half-old yellow bamboo bookcase, and pretended to be a scholar.

It's just that this scholar has sunken eyes, empty cheeks, and a bleak appearance that a slightly stronger wind can blow him into the underworld.

Walking in the mountains and wilderness, Xun Ming habitually took out the snow-white book of unknown material from the bookcase, skillfully turned to the latest page, pinched out the sword finger with his left hand, and began to write the word "Zheng" with some rustiness.

Although I don't know if those blackened spots of light that obviously represent demons are considered to have died at his hands, if they are, then he can write the corresponding strokes on the page.

This is also a way of confirmation that Xun Ming has figured out, and it is also the "homework" that he habitually does every once in a while.

What if you write it out of nowhere?

The familiar touch came from his fingertips, Xun Ming's pale face suddenly lit up, and surprise slowly surged into his heart.

There's a play!

Then he watched with wide eyes as the silver strokes took shape with the movement of his fingertips:

"One, two, three! Four! ……”

"Twenty-three!"

Even if it is Xun Ming, who has a lazy and insipid temperament, he is also a surprise that he can't suppress at this time, and the corners of his mouth, which are usually only slightly hooked, are almost hanging on the side of his ear.

It's a full meal!

Xun Ming looked at the word "positive" in front of him, and his mood suddenly became happy.

The "Purple Cloud King Kong", who was secretly greeted by his relatives for more than ten generations, suddenly became cute in his memory.

This kind of demon, give me another dozen!

Belch...... If it's a banshee, it's even better.

But then, the smile on Xun Ming's face instantly froze, and in his eyes, which were about to jump out of his sockets, the scene on the snow-white pages was reflected.

Not only the new "orthography", but also the several "orthography" drawn before on this page, all disappeared in their original positions after a few flashes.

It's like being erased!

Xun Ming, who was stunned and star-piercing, just wanted to smash the snow-white book to the ground, and saw a line of silver-white Juanxiu font appear on the page:

"If you disturb the old lady to sleep again, your head will be cracked."