The night passed, and it was early in the morning.

Ling Baili leaned lonely on the corner of the city wall, his eyes staring at the open space at his feet, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's a fluorescent panel with a faint glow.

This panel has long been tightly bound to itself, as long as you move your mind, this panel will automatically pop up.

I don't know if it's the reason for the battle a few days ago, but this panel also has new information.

In the interface of switching account functions, there were originally three areas, except for the first one-eyed swordsman's option area, which was optional, and the other two were all black.

Ling Baili suddenly found that there was an extra button in the one-eyed swordsman column, Ling Baili clicked the black button without hesitation, and then immediately jumped to a new interface, and rows of text appeared on the screen.

The icons and detailed text descriptions made Ling Baili react immediately.

This is a professional skill plus!

The black flame with the number of 3,000 written in the upper right corner must be the experience points needed to add points.

Ling Baili clicked on an icon to upgrade, and he chose to attach the selected weapon to the black mist, which would give him the powerful slashing ability of blade cutting.

This ability is likely to be the ultimate move used in the last war, and Ling Baili can clearly remember the feeling of killing the enemy with his fingers!

Ling Baili decisively chose this plus point, and this alone cost three thousand experience points, making him lose all experience.

But at the thought of being able to use this kind of powerful power, Ling Baili retracted the panel with satisfaction.

It didn't take long for there to be movement in the distance.

There were several figures slowly moving towards Mukden, extremely slow, not like barbarian soldiers.

"Thousands of miles away, Senior Brother Xuanyang, where is the Pure Land?"

A gray-robed disciple complained.

"Hey, Senior Brother Lingyuan, your heart is in turmoil, people who cultivate Buddhism should not have this kind of hasty thoughts, they should relax their minds and meditate on the Tao, so that they can comprehend the new life, otherwise, you will not be able to move to a higher realm."

Another monk named Lingfan shook his head and said.

There were complaints, but the pace never stopped.

"Huh? Ahead of this is where there is a city? ”

At this time, Senior Brother Xuanyang, led by the three of them, suddenly stopped and said in surprise.

Xuanyang is referring to Fengtian.

What's going on? Shouldn't this area be barbarian territory? The surrounding cities should have been taken away by them, why is the banner of Great Yan still erected here?

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, it seems to be the city of Great Yan."

Ling Yuan looked up excitedly, there was indeed a red flag printed with Great Yan hanging high in this city, and in the yellow desert, the flag was too eye-catching.

"Why is there still a city here that belongs to Dayan?"

Hearing this, Senior Brother Xuanyang frowned slightly, this barbarian is keen to expand its territory, and this kind of place should have been taken away a long time ago.

"Is it too remote for the barbarians to find out?"

"But the smoke curling in this city doesn't look like a remote place!"

Lingfan Lingyuan guessed.

Soon, they changed their minds.

The smell of blood, the resentment of the soul! The oncoming aura of loneliness!

The three people who cultivated the Buddha felt uncomfortable, and they stopped one after another, sniffing carefully, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Lingfan Lingyuan looked at each other, and the original plan to go into the city to ask for water to drink naturally gave up.

The two juniors planned to change directions and leave as soon as possible, and the feeling here was uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, let's take a detour."

Ling Fan pondered for a moment and said to his senior brother.

"Oh? The abbot didn't educate us like this, right, and when we encounter an overly strong aura of loneliness, we have to leave? If we really leave today, will our practice become a disease in our hearts in the future? ”

Senior Brother Xuanyang was silent for a while, but he still educated him.

The aura of solitude emanating from this city was so strong that they didn't even dare to imagine what kind of disaster had happened here before.

"It's because our thinking is too narrow, and the senior brother is educating ......"

Ling Fan and Ling Yuan disciples glanced at each other, and finally had no choice but to agree, and the three of them walked towards Fengtian at the same time.

"Senior brother, there are people on the city wall!"

Lingfan's eyes were sharp, and he saw Ling Baili on the city gate at a glance.

Ling Baili was already standing on the city wall at this moment, holding a spear in his hand, the head of the spear flashing with a cold glow, exuding a terrifying momentum.

"Disturb, we are the monks of Fangtian Temple in Nanyang County, Dayan, the legal name is Xuanyang, and the two junior brothers of Lingyuan and Lingfan are currently heading towards the capital due to the war.

Xuanyang arched his hand towards Ling Baili on the city tower and explained with a smile.

"Oh, it turned out to be the masters of Fangtian Temple, Ling Baili, who guarded the city in Fengtian, and had seen three masters."

Ling Baili also arched his hand towards the three of Xuanyang, and said respectfully.

But the city gate was still tightly closed, and there seemed to be no intention of passing, and the three of Xuanyang showed embarrassment on their faces.

"This donor, can you make it easier for us to go into the city to rest for a while......

Senior Brother Xuanyang asked reluctantly with a smile.

"I'm sorry, it's the time to fight against the barbarians, so I'm sorry for the three masters." Ling Baili said with a smile, and then shouted towards the city: "Xiaohu, you guys find some water and dry food to come out!"

This is really a stick to give a sweet date, which makes Xuanyang and the three of them scratch their heads.

"Give!"

Ling Baili threw down a burlap bag containing a kettle and some dry cakes, which was polite enough to the three people who came from an unknown source.

"Dare to ask the donor, why is there such a strong bloody aura here, could it be that he has just experienced a big battle?"

I also took the water, and even got some extra dry food, although it was presumptuous, Xuanyang still asked cheekily.

"Yes, a few days ago, the barbarian army sent 3,000 troops to attack the city, and you should be talking about the reason for the dead soldiers."

Ling Baili was not annoyed, and replied honestly.

Xuanyang nodded after listening, and took Lingyuan and Lingfan to bow deeply towards Fengtian, only respect!

And so the monk took his leave......

Xuanyang didn't want to say much, and then left with his two junior brothers.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, is this person too arrogant, why doesn't he even let us enter the city gate?"

After walking a certain distance, Ling Yuan asked.

"When the war is raging, it's normal to be so vigilant, what makes me unpredictable is why he is the only one defending the city, and the three children sent him to ask for some resources......"

Lingfan asked a question, very puzzled.

Xuanyang looked at the rows of tombstones at the foot of the mountain, as well as the Fengtian with a strong evil aura, and was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking very seriously.

Suddenly, Xuanyang was stunned.

Xuanyang turned around and knelt down towards Fengtian, chanting words in his mouth, and then clasped his palms together and bowed down reverently, as if praying to the heavens.

"Senior Brother Xuanyang, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Yuan and Ling Fan were taken aback and wanted to help up Senior Brother Xuanyang, but Xuanyang resolutely refused to get up.

Seeing this, the two had no choice but to accompany Senior Brother Xuanyang to pray.

Xuanyang inserted three Shangyun incense sticks on the ground, and then carefully took out an incense burner from his arms, and the Shangyun incense was lit immediately.

White smoke disperses around Mukden, making it feel a little more refreshing.

Ling Baili looked at the three monks who were bowing down towards Fengtian from a distance, with a look of doubt on his face, but because he would not make a move against Fengtian, Ling Baili let them go.