The sky of Jinzhou City was shrouded in a layer of black clouds, as if pressing on people's hearts, making people breathless.

"Boom!"

A loud muffled sound broke the silence and spread throughout the city, leaving the people of the city looking at each other without knowing what had happened.

The muffled sound was not thunder, but from above the city.

"This blood-light disaster comes from the Demon Gate."

Zhao Huai stood in front of the window, looking at the scene in the sky, and had already understood where the fierceness of copper coin divination came from.

The Demon Gate competed for the ancestral weapon, and they all felt that the ancestral weapon was on the body of the Great Yan True Dragon, that is, in their own place.

At present, the divination results have not changed, which shows that he has only escaped for the time being, and the crisis is far from over.

I don't know what happened to Xiangyun, and under the hands of the old devil, can he pick up a life.

The news of the ancestral weapon was released, the demon gate gathered, and these demon cultivators entered the city, and the people were afraid that they would suffer.

No matter what, you have to find your wife first, Jinzhou is very dangerous now.

Each of the above things is something that Zhao Huai is worried about now.

"Your Highness, I think you can go to the Yueqing Fairy first to meet, she is a strong cultivator, and no one in the Demon Gate is her opponent."

Yin Nanyu looked at Zhao Huai's back and said his opinion.

Zhao Huai nodded and said cautiously: "But my current face shouldn't appear for the time being." ”

Yin Nanyu is also extremely recognized.

"Yes, now that the pawnshop Lang Jun is dead, His Highness should show another face, so as to avoid being hunted down by this demon."

Zhao Huai did not hesitate, took out a mask from the storage ring and put it on directly.

The green-faced fanged appearance is a fierce ghost.

But when Yin Nanyu saw this face, he was stunned on the spot.

Why is this face so familiar?

That's right!

Isn't this the white-clothed ghost face at the top of the capital?

The white-clothed sword fairy-like character who made trouble in the imperial city that night, Yin Nanyu still remembers it vividly!

Therefore, Zhao Huai is the person who is the variable in the mouth of the crow fairy that night!

At this moment, Yin Nanyu was shocked.

She couldn't have imagined that the Prince of Great Yan in front of her was actually the same person as the white-clothed ghost!

Surprised, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was reasonable.

It's not even an exaggeration to say that this is a good thing.

Because since the white-clothed ghost slashed the imperial city with a sword, the national fortunes of Great Xia have obviously not been as good as before.

In this way, the purpose of the other party that night can finally be explained.

The white-clothed ghost face was originally the enemy of Great Xia.

It is also very reasonable to kill the imperial city alone and cut off the national fortunes of Great Xia.

This coincides with my goal.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it scare you. ”

Zhao Huai turned around and found that Yin Nanyu was actually in a daze, and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of her eyes.

"No, I'm just curious why His Highness would choose such a mask."

Yin Nanyu's face was as usual, and he smiled faintly, but he did not show any flaws.

Zhao Huai looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, straightened out his collar, slowly put on the ghost face, and chuckled:

"Isn't it a very common thing to make the enemy afraid?"

"That's what Your Highness said."

"The title of His Royal Highness is too formal and easy to expose, so let's call Gongzi."

"Yes."

The Demon Gate can come with so many people, but the Xianmen has no reaction.

It's so wrong.

The people of the Xianmen must be allowed to discover the changes in Jinzhou, otherwise it will be very dangerous for only a few of them to fight against several major demon gates.

Zhao Huai held the jade order given to him by the Immortal Dao Gu Tianji, and said secretly in his heart.

Before going out, he took one last look at the dark sky and muttered:

"Good Jinzhou City, it has become like this."

After speaking, Zhao Huai jumped and left.

Yin Nanyu tore up a talisman and a pair of black wings spawned behind him, and then chased after him.

The top of Jinzhou.

The demonic energy is surging, and the blood is thousands of miles.

In the dark sky, there were rivers of flowing blood, constantly surging.

Most of the people of Jinzhou have closed their gates.

Hiding in the house shivering.

In the originally lively alleys and alleys, there are ghosts and ghosts floating one after another, with teeth and claws.

Ugly-faced walking corpses lined the streets, carrying a black sedan chair and slowly moving forward.

It's like a scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night and corpses carrying coffins.

The eerie and miserable voice wailed, and many demons and monsters opened the way in front of them, as if they were endless.

These are all demonic cultivators, just like slaves.

Many unscrupulous monks do tame some demons, and use them as tools to kill people.

This kind of behavior hurts the peace of heaven and is shameful for the righteous path, and is spurned and hunted down by the Xianmen.

Qiu Yueqing stood on a high roof, holding a sword independently, and the spirit sword that radiated light became brighter and brighter against the background of the gloomy sky.

There were already many corpses of demon cultivators piled up underneath.

It's just that her cold jade face is still full of solemnity.

The number of powerhouses in the Demon Gate in front of her had exceeded her estimates.

The entire Jinzhou is surrounded by the Demon Gate, and it is difficult to break through to the sky.

But she couldn't retreat.

Protecting the Great Yan True Dragon is the mission given to her by her master.

The ink-robed scribe sitting on top of the ghost cloud saw Qiu Yueqing in the high place, and sneered:

"I didn't expect it, there are still people from the Immortal Gate here, it seems that the Great Yan True Dragon is here, absolutely right."

"The ancestral weapon must be on the body of the Great Yan True Dragon, the news should be correct, that woman is so familiar, do you want to fight all of us alone?"

The green poisonous mist converged into a bewitching woman like a snake, wearing a poisonous scorpion headdress, dark eye shadow, and a charming smile.

A blood shadow crossed the air, and Yang Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Blood God Sect, froze in the void, looked at the figure holding the sword, and said with a deep gaze:

"That's the Linglong Fairy of the Linglong Immortal Palace, this woman is very talented, she is a rare Ice Phoenix Heavenly Spirit Root in a hundred years, don't be careless."

"Humph! is also talented, can come here to find ancestral weapons, who is idle? ”

A big man on the ground said disdainfully.

He is a true disciple of the Seven Evil Sects, although he does not have the root of the Heavenly Spirit, but he is a powerful Seven Evil True Demon Technique, and the Demon Pill can also manifest the true demon vision, and he cultivates to the late stage of the Golden Pill, and he feels superior to others.

This time, the master of the door released a word, whoever can find the ancestral weapon can inherit the mantle of the Seven Evil Sects.

For the words of the big man, many people think so.

As long as it is a demon cultivator who comes here, who has not touched at least a hundred lives on his hands.

The powerhouses of the Jindan Realm, which cannot be seen on weekdays, are gathered here in large numbers today.

They have the same goal, they are only here for the ancestral weapon.

"Hahaha, I said fairy, today is you, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

The inch-headed man smiled fiercely and said to the air.

"It's as easy as killing you."

Qiu Yue responded lightly.

In the face of provocation, she made a decisive move, her body was instantaneous, and she held up the Ice Cold Spirit Sword, and the sword was extremely piercing.

The sword qi frost turned into a flying river, attacking like a sea of heaven.

The inch-headed man's face did not change, and the black qi was like a demonic flame jumping, attaching to his fists, and smashing towards the frost in the sky.

The thick black mana converged, and a huge black tiger phantom slowly appeared.

The surrounding demon cultivators were all quietly watching this scene.

They only hope that the inch-headed man can test the strength of the Linglong Fairy.

No one wants to be the first, so this opportunity is given to him.

Qiu Yueqing's icy mana was not reserved, and poured out, and the blue frost sword qi cut a hole in the void.

In just an instant, the big man with the inch head flew out.

The opponent rolled back and forth on the ground, and the strength was so strong that he slowly stopped after hitting a hundred meters.

There was no space to stay, Qiu Yueqing raised his sword again to kill.

"Huh!"

The ice phoenix spread its wings and swept in with a monstrous cold air.

The entire street and alley have been transformed into a snowy landscape.

It's like a cold winter in December.

The inch-headed man was bleeding from his mouth, struggling to stand up, and roared angrily.

The magic pill was sacrificed, and the huge black tiger phantom condensed again.

None of the people around him wanted to help him, and no one sympathized with him.

The people present were all looking for ancestral weapons, and they only felt that the fewer people who competed, the better.

Qiu Yueqing's expression was indifferent, she raised her sword to kill, and from walking to running, her figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The majestic phantom of the ice phoenix soars in the sky, bringing a biting cold with each distance it flies.

The Black Tiger Phantom didn't survive for a breath, and it broke in the blink of an eye.

"Click!"

The sound of the magic pill shattering came, and the eyes of the inch-headed man widened, and the whole person turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

He himself couldn't have imagined that the gap between Jindan and the same realm was so huge.

However, because of his death, the surrounding demon cultivators saw clearly what Qiu Yueqing's strength was.

"The Linglong Fairy is very capable, at least above the six-turn golden pill, don't scruple anymore, let's shoot together, otherwise everyone won't want to get the ancestral weapon."

Yang Yuan of the Blood God Sect spread his voice to everyone with a cold face.

Then he took the lead in making a move, and his body slowly landed, and a pair of blood wings turned into big hands, magnified countless times.

The green mist was filled, and the femme fatale woman of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect also made a move.

The poisonous mist was corrosive, and when it was touched on the stone pavement, it all dissolved and turned into the black of running water.

The fluttering green mist turned into the appearance of a poisonous scorpion, and ran towards Qiu Yueqing with a click.

Seeing that everyone was making a move, the ink-robed scribe no longer hesitated, and drove the powerful ghosts under the seat to fly into the sky and roar to kill.

Several people are all leaders in the Demon Gate, with a bad reputation and notoriety, if it weren't for the ancestral weapons, it would definitely be impossible to gather here today.

Qiu Yueqing saw several people joining forces, and maintained a calm look on her face.

Gather mana, gather aura, and turn into a vortex.

A golden pill rose from the chest, as bright as the sun, and the light was great.

"Huh!"

The ice phoenix phantom was even more condensed, looking up to the sky and letting out a deafening cry.

A massive frost blue mana shield spawns on her surface, blocking all incoming attacks.

Make a loud "bang" sound!

The qi waves scattered, and even Qiu Yueqing couldn't help but slowly retreat, and could only barely support a few people to join forces to strike.

"You go find the whereabouts of the ancestral artifact."

When the two sides were facing each other, Yang Yuan coldly transmitted.

The disciples of the Blood God Sect under his command immediately received the order.

A large number of demon cultivators scattered around, following the guidance of the Blood Treasure Spirit Mouse to find clues to the Great Yan True Dragon.

Jinzhou outer city, Wuyi Lane.

At this time, Zhao Huai came from the inner city to the outer city and witnessed the chaotic scene in the city.

The streets were covered with walking corpses, wandering black ghosts scurrying in the air, and the sky was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.

The monks who lived in seclusion in the city all rose up to resist the invasion of the Demon Gate.

It's just that the number of people is too small, and it's a drop in the bucket.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai's sword eyes were inevitably moved.

"Childe, the reason why Fairy Yueqing didn't return all night must be to resist the invasion of the Demon Gate, so her side must be extremely dangerous, so it's better to retreat and make plans."

Yin Nanyu's eyes were very indifferent, and he obviously didn't have any feelings for Jinzhou City.

In her eyes, Jinzhou is just a city, and she really can't just change it.

But Zhao Huai is different, this is the home where he has lived for three years.

Eating, sleeping, and cultivating are all here, including the ups and downs of life and the bits and pieces of the lady.

It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no emotion at all.

But it is also difficult to protect Jinzhou and defeat all the demon cultivators.

That unfathomable old devil can raze this city.

As soon as he thought of the purple-robed old demon, Zhao Huai felt a wave of anger in his heart.

Damn the devil, this revenge is not a gentleman!

But he knew very well that he was no match for the demon now.

You have to rely on the power of the Immortal Gate to deal with him.

He held back his emotions, turned his head, and muttered:

"But how can we break the blockade of this world?"

"Give me half an hour, and I'll find a way to crack it." Yin Nanyu said seriously.

"Half an hour."

Zhao Huai muttered, and at the same time, several demon cultivators appeared in the corners of his eyes, all of them were dressed in blood-colored robes, and they were extremely strange.

They rushed into the homes of ordinary people and acted recklessly, killing the men and sucking the blood dry, while the women kept the yin to replenish the yang.

A baby girl sat on the ground crying and no one paid attention.

The shopkeeper of the inn cried with a sad face, dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and was slapped to the ground by a demon cultivator, spit out a mouthful of old blood, unconscious.

The people fled in all directions, not daring to turn back, for fear of being targeted by the demon cultivators.

This is the consequence of the monks' interference in the worldly and their unrestrainedness.

It was an almost devastating blow.

Completely reduced to hell on earth.

Many demonic cultivators need the assistance of mortals to cultivate.

When a demon cultivator heard the baby's crying, he only felt extremely irritable, his red eyes were full of murderous intent, and when he stepped on it, he was about to trample the baby into a pulp.

That's when it happened.

"Phew!"

A sword light flashed and rushed up!

The demon cultivator's head was suddenly separated, blood was spilled, and his body was weak to fall.

The crying baby was caught by a man dressed in white.

Zhao Huai stood proudly with his sword, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

"Oh, there's another monk who isn't afraid of death."

"Kill him! Don't talk nonsense, the task matters! ”

"All together!"

Several demon cultivators discussed a few words, and killed with weapons in their hands, and the cultivation was impressively the foundation building realm.

Zhao Huai wore a hat on his head, his face was like water, and the sword eyes under the ghost face were not shocked.

Hold the sword with one hand and press it on the hilt of the straight sword.

The slender fingers of the other hand are a little in the air.

A seemingly random point turned into countless sword qi.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The few demon cultivators who rushed up were pierced by the sword qi, and their pupils immediately dilated, and they all fell to the ground.

The blood that spilled was about to stick to Zhao Huai's white shirt.

However, an invisible sword momentum flowed on his body, and the tiger's body suddenly shook, and countless blood beads were shattered into a misty mist and drifted away.

Zhao Huai's expression was grim, walking step by step on the street, looking at the embarrassed and corpse-strewn neighborhood crossings.

I was extremely angry in my heart.

These are the corpses of the people!

His consciousness spread out majestically, and he found that the whole city did not know how many such things were.

"Childe."

Yin Nanyu, who was keeping up, looked at the tragedy on both sides of the street, frowned, and stopped talking.

She couldn't say that she was used to it, but she had obviously seen such scenes, so she was not uncomfortable.

"Woo!"

The dead air was filled with only the sound of babies crying.

"Take care of her, hurry up and break the formation, I'll buy you time."

Zhao Huai handed the baby to Yin Nanyu and walked away.

Yin Nanyu took the cloth wrap and glanced at the baby girl in her arms.

When he looked up again, Zhao Huai was gone.

The top of Jinzhou.

A white dress leaned against the fence of a dangerous building, looking at the scarred Jinzhou City.

Zhao Huai's eyes showed a monstrous murderous aura.

The momentum of the whole person skyrocketed, and in the next second, it turned into an indestructible air bomb and pierced through various streets.

The speed of light harvests the lives of the demon cultivators below.

Until there was a scene of rows of walking corpses carrying coffins in front of me, like an army.

Zhao Huai's right hand in the sword became tighter and tighter.

The turbulent energy in his body spread rapidly, and the mana poured into the spirit sword in a vast and boundless way, but the blazing sword qi that was wantonly escaping on his body became more and more brilliant like a rainbow.

The next moment a vertex was reached.

Draw the sword, slash.

Boom –

Even the city shook the mountains.

The majestic sword qi shot out, and the sword hummed like a howling cold wind, as if it was about to tear the heavenly dome apart.

From afar, it looks like a scorching sun, shining on the world.

The walking corpse in front of him couldn't stand the erosion of the sword qi, and his whole body couldn't stop being defeated, and he was smashed by the sword qi in the sky.

Soon, the entire street of walking corpses was cut clean.

In the distant black sedan chair half of the city, a wisp of wind blew, and the black-robed old Taoist sat inside, whisking dust in his hand, and his mouth was puzzled.

"Whose sword qi is this, it is so domineering."

is not only a black-robed veteran, but also on the battlefield in another part of Jinzhou.

All the leaders of the Demon Gate have sensed it.

"It seems that there is more than one disciple of the Immortal Sect."

"Someone is bad for me and other good things, you continue to deal with her, I'll go and see."

The Confucian scribe spoke.

Then he left here in a ghost cloud.

Qiu Yueqing watched him leave, but he couldn't do anything.

She is one-to-many, although she does not fall behind, but she can't do anything to them.

The number of people is at a disadvantage.

You can only rely on mana to hold on.

The ink-robed scribe rode the ghost cloud to the place where the movement took place.

I saw a bloody red.

Demon Xiu's corpses fell in piles.

"It's a sword cultivator."

The ink-robed scribe muttered.

Before he could react, a violent aura fluctuation appeared in his divine consciousness.

Growing.

The sound is crisp and piercing.

It's the sound of swords, the sound of swords.

Heaven and earth are like a dragon roaring, resounding all over the place, surrounded by a thick sound that is difficult to eliminate.

The sky full of sword qi phantoms was suspended in mid-air, and the angry waves were like a tide.

It is completely the scene of ten thousand swords returning to their ancestors.

In the distance, a figure appeared in the void.

The momentum reached its peak, and it looked like the sword qi of the entire city was overlapping Zhao Huai's body.

Under the dark sky, the sword was as bright as day.

The aura that shocked the world poured out, and once again appeared between heaven and earth.

Not only the ink-robed scribes are included, but also the demon cultivators of the major streets are included.

"It's!"

The ink-robed scribe was shocked, looking at the terrifying sword qi, his eyes in disbelief.

And the Demon Gate monks all looked at the majestic sword qi in astonishment, and slashed down majestically.

There is nowhere to hide.

A deep fear arose in my heart.