However, Lu Xuan had no idea what he was doing inadvertently and had a profound impact.

Just as he was walking towards Yancheng, in another mysterious realm, dense skeletons were arrayed with the whole army, looking up with a highly unified conviction, looking at the evil magic circle on the top of the blood-red firmament.

The magic circle was permeated with the killing blood light from the ancient times, and countless souls formed a huge light curtain along with the ghostly shadows.

Under this light curtain, a figure in a wide black robe was quietly suspended in mid-air, chanting-like syllables continued to spread from his body, and as the sound lingered around the entire cliff, the dense army of skeletons raised the bone knife in unison, and struck it heavily on his chest.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The breathtaking beat of the drum seemed to meet the vibrations in the chest, and the soul fire suddenly rose from the chest of each skeleton, and the flame was like a hazy and ethereal hope in the depths of the night, dripping into a river, and the entire cliff was lit up in an instant.

The scene was spectacular.

The words that were suspended in the air were muttering in the mouth, and the strange rhythm and rapid bytes all showed the solemnity and grandeur of the scene.

It's not so much a carnival of hell as some kind of sacrificial ceremony, which will stir up the hearts of hundreds of billions of people for the upcoming moment!

The black-robed man's voice trembled slightly, this moment that he had been waiting for countless years! It's finally going to be a reality today!

"Return to the Land of the Sun!" The high priest shouted in strange language. These words spread like rolling thunder, and the army of skeletons raised the bone knives in their hands together, and looked at the high priest with their black hole sockets reverently, and shouted in response.

"Return to the Land of the Sun!"

The earth shook the earth, and even the Blood Refining Cliff that had been lying on the edge of the underworld for hundreds of millions of years couldn't help but tremble.

Countless years of loneliness and grievances will finally be washed away at this time! The sunlight recorded in the ancient books is about to appear in front of their eyes!

What was that like? The soul fire beat a few times, and the meaning behind the sunlight has long taken root in the bloodline of all the undead, and the words that represent hope, enthusiasm, and all kinds of hope and hope are about to be sought by them!

"The hour has come, the three armies are out!" The high priest gave an order, and the three armies marched vigorously!

After the high priest gave the order, the bones behind his back suddenly changed, and a companion beast in the shape of a skeletal tiger head was prostrate on his shoulder, and its sharp claws were like knives, surrounding the high priest's chest, so that the two were inseparable.

Everything is ready, as long as he passes through this magic circle, whether he succeeds or fails, he will go down in the history of the undead! Finally, I want to see the sunny land that the people have been longing for for a long time!

The High Priest looked back on this land that had allowed him to live for a long time, and if it was as expected, as long as he passed the magic circle, it would mean that he would basically have no chance with the underworld in his life! The long era of war is about to begin.

However, at this moment, an inexplicable vibration made all the undead warriors look sideways, and their empty eye sockets looked at the Yama magic circle in unison, and the soul fire danced with a puzzled look.

And the high priest as the leader was also puzzled when he saw this scene, according to the records in the history books, the Yama magic circle was loosened once in ten thousand years. Every 10,000 years is the day of the Great War between the Two Realms, as long as the undead longing for the heart of the sun will not die, then there will be no peace between the two worlds, at least according to the opening law of the Yama Circle, 10,000 years is just the right time to restore the vitality of the undead who have been defeated repeatedly, in order to do it again.

The High Priest looked nervously at the magnificent Yama Circle, he didn't know what was going on, because the experience of his ancestors had not provided him with a reasonable explanation.

As soon as he raised his hand, the huge army of undead below stopped and ordered the prohibition to be carried out in an orderly manner. The prostrate skeletal tiger head on his shoulder raised its head to the sky and roared into the sky, and that posture actually had the power to open the world.

"Rest easy." The high priest comforted his partner, and the soul fire in the tiger's head slightly reduced the tyrannical factor in it, and stared at the Yama circle with a fierce look.

The shaking of the earth and the mountains gradually became the main style of the Blood Refining Cliff, and then it came to an abrupt end when the abnormal movement reached a certain critical point.

The High Priest was about to breathe a sigh of relief, only to see a huge finger with a devastating bronze sheen, mercilessly bombarding the Yama Circle that was being opened!

The blood light was rampant, covering the sky and the sun, and the blood-red sky was thick at this time, and the depressing atmosphere was even more unbearable for these undead who were born and died in Si, and they all showed negative emotions.

These are all secondary to the high priest, and the main thing right now is that the opening of the Yama circle has been interrupted! In other words, the Yama Circle is about to open, as long as they can't wait a moment, their people will be able to embark on the journey, and at this moment, such a situation has occurred, how can they be good?

"What the hell is going on? Who the hell is this person? He even has the ability to stop the Yama Circle? The High Priest muttered incredulously.

The tiger's head is also an angry roar, but it can't change the cruelty of reality. The whole army was going to attack, and at this time the whole army had to retreat?

His heart was quite annoyed, and the appearance of the golden fingers was deeply reflected in his mind.

"This person has been recorded by my undead clan, and if he is let me meet him one day, he will definitely use his blood to pay tribute to my clan's deep hatred!" The high priest's cold voice was not mixed with the slightest emotion, he waved his robe, and suddenly several powerful undead spirits bowed to his feet.

"Pass on my order, let the major Dharma protectors work together to promote the operation of the magic circle! The legion stands by until the circle is opened! ”

The undead immediately took the order, and the high priest raised his hand and touched the skeletal tiger's head, his eyes exuding resentment and a little confusion. He muttered, "What an unprecedented sign, what high priest has ever encountered such a situation?" Since my accession to the throne, my undead clan has worked hard to recuperate, and the strength of the whole clan has reached an unprecedented strength, but I didn't expect to encounter this thing, is it really the will of heaven to exterminate my undead clan? ”

The tiger's head was meek like a tanuki under the high priest's caresse, and rubbed the high priest's head affectionately.

"Don't be afraid, Tiger. One day I will show you the taste of the sun, but I am afraid that this time will be delayed by ten years compared to the original plan. ”

……

At this time, Lu Xuan sneakily came to the inn where he lived before, and the shopkeeper was even more frightened because of Liu Dadao's incident, and he couldn't even look at Lu Xuan.

When I came to the room, I sat shirtless, and the healing began.

If his injury is compared to a project, then his major injury at this time is no longer a major problem, thanks to the benefit of the Great Desolation Qi when he fused the Heavenly Road, which naturally goes without saying. Those that are difficult to recover belong to those hidden diseases and dark injuries.

As the saying goes, if you hurt the enemy for a thousand, you will lose eight hundred, and it is impossible for Lu Xuan to cultivate in such a way that goes against common sense, there is no harm at all, but these hidden injuries cannot be shown on weekdays, but in some special time periods, they can cause disasters that destroy the world and destroy the world.

What Lu Xuan has to do now is to fill in the gaps and fill in these potential scourges.

In the process of running Zhoutian, he also synthesized what had happened recently.

Every event is like a bead, and the connection and transformation of those hidden and subtle causes and effects is more like the basis for those beads to exist and not be scattered and lost. These events are like a large web that crisscrosses and traps a large number of people.

A new alchemist came to the Ye family, refining the Golden Sore Powder to seize the market of Baili Xianlou, thus causing Baili Xianlou to suffer losses. And echoing this incident are those Ye family members who are quite faceless on the periphery of the Broken Sky Mountain Range, they are obviously not the real Ye family, so why do they wear the Ye family's clothes? Even Ye Yao was with them, could it be said that he had Ye Long's consent?

In the final analysis, what is Ye Long planning?

And if you link this suspicion to other events, you will find something incredible.

Who will have a strong interest in agarwood iron mother? For the vast majority of monks, although the agarwood iron mother is precious, but after all, it is a chicken rib thing, imagine that if he himself is not a spirit master, it is almost impossible to be entrusted by the spirit master, so it is not worth spending a huge amount of money to bid for a piece of agarwood iron mother.

Then the answer to the matter becomes clear, is it possible that the person who tried to snatch the Agarwood Iron Mother was a spirit master? The spirit master who refined the gold sores?

Running through, Lu Xuan felt that it was much more reasonable, after all, spirit masters were rare existences, and it was almost impossible for them to appear in a small city like Yancheng. Of course, except for a half-hung alchemist like Lin Shan.

The winter in Yancheng is gradually entering the end of the year, and there are still a few days to go, and there is already a little festive atmosphere. The goose feathers and snow were sprinkled, and the earth was covered in silver in an instant, and all kinds of small vendors in the streets and alleys sold all kinds of small objects, and the most exciting thing for Lu Xuan was the quite common rock sugar gourd.

When he saw the rock sugar gourd, he remembered Wan'er's little pink carved face, and a faint nostalgia lingered in his heart. He walked alone on the street and took a bite of the hawthorn, the sweet and sour taste filling his mouth.

Suddenly, the taste of the past years came to my heart. Wan'er, how are you doing now? Is it that when my brother didn't protect you?

In this mood, another figure to give to a woman also appeared in his heart.

This woman is as cold as an iceberg, but she is the only one who is shy and cute to him. The slender figure is breathtaking, and the delicate face makes people fascinated.

Ning Yu ......

Lu Xuan raised his head and stood quietly, letting the snowflakes fall on his face and melt into tears.