The night was boundless, the wind was raging, and the temperature over the Yin City dropped sharply.

Ghost Yin Lang's black hole eyes shrank slightly under the sharp and cold light of the purple sword, revealing incredible fear in the hideousness.

Seeing that the purple sword was about to pierce his chest, he took a step back and pushed the lantern in his hand forward.

Burst!

The purple sword easily pierced through the lantern with the momentum of Qi piercing through the rainbow, shattering the lantern into nothingness in an instant, and the ghost Yin Lang disappeared.

Zhan Fengzi sighed and said, "So weak, the soul is scattered?" ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes were cold, and he shook his head for a while and said, "No, I escaped." ”

Zhan Fengzi subconsciously looked at the devil, but saw that the devil who seemed to have never made a move in person was holding a small paper figure in his hand.

The facial features are scribbled on the flat face of the paper figure, which looks funny and weird.

Zhan Fengzi touched Luo Qingyin's arm, frowned, and said, "Eh, what is he doing......"

Before the words fell, the paper figure suddenly set himself on fire without fire, and turned into ashes in an instant.

The devil's expression was solemn: "I lost it." ”

Zhan Fengzi didn't react for a while: "Ah? ”

The devil waved his sleeves, shook off the paper ashes, looked at Zi Yunchen and said, "I'm afraid they just threw stones to ask for directions." ”

The ghost Yin Lang came violently, and in the blink of an eye, he died down, and the sky above the Yin City quickly returned to peace.

But everyone knew in their hearts that the real crisis was yet to come.

The purpose of the ghost yin lang is just to test what helpers the devil has found.

Or rather, just to get a glimpse of Zi Yunchen's strength.

Next time, it will definitely be more difficult.

Tang Lu looked down at Zhan Fuyao in her arms, her black and white eyes were wide open, and her fleshy little hands were clenched tightly with fear.

He turned his head to look at Zhan Fengzi.

Zhan Fengzi, who was nervous, had a regret on his face that he couldn't fight heartily, and he didn't notice Zhan Fuyao's expression at all.

He sighed in his heart and said, "Fengzi, let's talk." ”

The yin aura of Yin City is extremely heavy, and after the ghost Yin Lang came with the living soul, it was so heavy that he could almost pinch out the black water.

The group of them had been cultivating in the Ghost Tower for so long, and the influence of the Yin Evil Qi on them was almost negligible, but they couldn't fight and shake.

Zhan Fuyao was just a baby who hadn't started cultivating yet.

The baby's yang qi is weak, and she can stay in Yin Yang City for so long, all because Tang Lu is wrapped in Xuan Qi.

The next battle will only get worse......

Tang Lu told Zhan Fengzi about the worries in his heart, and Zhan Fengzi didn't care: "What are you afraid of?" It would be nice to watch it a few more times. ”

Tang Lu said helplessly: "What if she doesn't have time to take care of it, so that she is scratched by a yin spirit or a ghost beast?" ”

Zhan Fengzi thought about it, put the heavy sword aside, took out the dagger she often let Zhan Fuyao hold to sleep, and carefully wiped it and put it in Zhan Fuyao's hand: "Baby, if something strange is close to you, it doesn't matter if it's a human, a ghost or a ghost, just stab it with a sword." ”

Tang Lu: "......"

was so angry that for a moment he wanted to pull out the measuring scale and fight with her.

Taking a deep breath again and again to calm his mood, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "My daughter should be pampered!" ”

Zhan Fengzi rolled his eyes: "Then cultivate Tang Rou like that?" ”

Tang Lu frowned: "What do you mean?" Is it bad to cultivate Tang Rou like that? ”

He was responded to with two words: "Hehe." ”

Zhan Fengzi was simply sent by God to defeat him.

Tang Lu suddenly had the urge to fight again, but he was taught too well since he was a child, and he endured it, but in the end he still didn't pull out his weapon, gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with Xiaorou?" ”

Mao Dun Literature