"Miss Anyan, I know that what you say is the truth, you have an upright personality, and you will only speak outright when you regard me as a friend, and Shikong will remember your kindness."

After saying this, Shikong continued to kneel on the futon and closed his eyes.

An Yan's chest rose and fell and he took a deep breath.

"Yes, Master Shikong is a bodhisattva who saves suffering, I'm not, I'm a ruthless person, and I'll tell you, even if Jin Fangfang is standing in front of me now, I won't blink if I kill him."

Stepping out of the empty room, the two of them were not all the way.

The candles in the empty room were lit up, and the sound of him chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice was incessant for a long time.

Just when An Yan thought that he could cultivate well in Tianlong Mountain for a few days, another big event happened.

The six princes were ordered to be beheaded all over the house.

As soon as the news was issued, the Six Princes' Mansion was surrounded by groups, and the lights were bright all night, but the Six Princes were not found, and even their families disappeared.

How did she know?

At this time, she had already recovered her internal strength, and she held the Flying Snow Sword to protect Xie Liu, who didn't know when she arrived at Tianlong Mountain.

Tianlong Mountain is connected to the Six Princes' Mansion by a secret passage, which is unexpected.

Xie Liu and Tianlong Mountain's host Yuanwu had a secret conversation that night, as for what the content was, it was not for her to know.

At this time, Xie Liu sat firmly on the chair and drank the teacup, and An Yan stood behind him, holding the Flying Snow Sword in his arms.

However, this scene didn't last long, and Yuanwu hurriedly came in and glanced at An Yan.

whispered in Xie Liu's ear.

I don't know what the words were, but it caused Xie Liu's breathing to be unsteady, and he put the teacup on the table heavily.

"As soon as I left the prince's mansion with my front foot, the Hell Tower on my back foot besieged Tianlong Mountain, Miss Anyan, do you have anything to explain?"

An Yan raised his eyebrows, "I came to Tianlong Mountain since I came, and my every move was under your noses, and I never left Tianlong Mountain for half a step." ”

Xie Liu nodded when he heard this, not knowing if he really believed it.

"It seems that the brother of my compatriot is determined to kill them all."

An Yan's heart sank, and he had a new conjecture about the Hell Tower.

He turned to Yuanwu to preside, "What are the odds of winning Tianlong Mountain in the battle with the Hell Tower." ”

"Amitabha, Tianlong Mountain can fight, but the exercises practiced in Tianlong Mountain are mainly defensive, and I ask the prince to make plans as soon as possible."

Xie Liu picked up the chopsticks unhurriedly.

"Don't worry, if what I expected, the sentiment will be there soon."

An Yan would rather not hear this ear at this time.

She stood up, "I know a little bit about the five evils of the Hell Tower, so I can go out and resist it temporarily." ”

Xie Liu shook his head, "Just protect me closely." ”

"Yes."

This night, I knew very little about the situation outside, and from dusk to night, the sound outside did not stop, and I don't know what the scene was.

Yuanwu presided over the overall situation outside, and from time to time he came in to deliver the news in person.

Until the ugly time, Yuanwu came in and looked bad.

"Sixth Prince, the Five Evils of the Hell Tower have already come in, and the disciples of Tianlong Mountain have lost a lot, and at this time, there is still no trace of the sentiment, it is not good to go on like this, please make plans for the Sixth Prince."

There are also traces of fire on the corners of Master Yuanwu's clothes, and it seems that the situation outside is indeed very bad.

What about the release of emptiness? Where is the mentally handicapped man now?

Xie Liu gritted his teeth, his emotions should have reached the limit, and his thoughts were uncertain and swayed from side to side.

Master Yuanwu knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"Lord Wang, stay in the green mountains without fear of no firewood, I have been old friends with your mother for many years, I must not watch you go to a dead end, now set off, Tianlong Mountain will fight with his life, and the prince will be sent out safe and sound!"

Xie Liu immediately helped Master Yuanwu up, and sat down on the chair dejectedly.

"I'm unwilling, I'm not worse than him, but not as ruthless as him."

Xie Liu waved his hand and gave an order, and soon a group of people came in, they were dressed in night clothes, well-trained, and all of them were masters.

Xie Liu changed into a monk's robe, wrapped his head, and dressed up as a monk, he looked at An Yan and asked her to also change into a night robe and accompany her.

This group of people immediately went out, and An Yan could see the situation outside.

I saw that the originally solemn Buddha hall was burned, and the sound of the crowd shouting and fighting outside was endless, and there were corpses everywhere.

After a night of attack, the people of the Hell Tower had broken through the defense line of Tianlong Mountain and opened a killing spree in Tianlong Mountain, and the losses caused were indescribable.

She glanced up, and saw Lu Jinghong, who was dressed in red, with red eyes and a killing ring, regardless of friend or foe, he killed people when he saw them, and even the people in the Hell Tower walked around him, and he lost his consciousness when he saw blood, and became a monster who only knew how to kill and did not know pain.

The prison temple Yuan Tong she had seen before was fighting with him, covered in injuries, and he was still holding on when he fell into the wind.

Although she didn't see the black autumn water, she must have hidden in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate.

Huang Sha Lu Jin scurried back and forth in various Buddha halls, he must have been looting the wealth of Tianlong Mountain, and he was not interested in killing people.

The discouraged Yin Lingxue would not appear on such an occasion, she was probably by the side of Shura King Fenghua.

Suddenly, An Yan's pupils shrank.

The white-shirted Song Jian was dressed in white and stained red with blood, holding a heavenly iron fan and stabbing at the chest of the monk Shikong.

"Stop! The six princes are in my hands! ”

An Yan pulled out the Flying Snow Sword and put it on Xie Liu's neck while the people around him were unguarded.

The words issued by the internal force spread throughout the entire Tianlong Mountain, causing these people to gradually stop.

Xie Liu looked at her coldly and didn't say a word, and the group of black-clothed people beside him didn't dare to act rashly.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! The sound of clapping hands came from not far away, in fact, Xie Liu only needs to pass through one more Buddha hall to escape from Tianlong Mountain safely, but people are not as good as heaven.

An Yan followed the voice and looked, Shura King Fenghua was covered with a pearl curtain, and next to him was Yin Lingxue, who had been following him.

However, the clapping man was in a sedan chair, which was carried by sixteen big men, with only a shelf, and was covered with several layers of floating veils on all sides, and the layers fluttered in the wind from time to time, but he couldn't see the people sitting inside.

But looking at the Shura King Fenghua, he could only stand aside, and it was not difficult to guess the identity of the person in the sedan chair.

"The sixth prince is wise and wise, have you ever thought that you were ruined by a woman?"

The person in the sedan chair spoke, and his voice was deep, although he did not use internal force, but the silence in the field was very clear, and he could hear it clearly.

Hearing this, Xie Liuxi was very excited, his chest rose and fell, and An Yan had to withdraw the Flying Snow Sword out, otherwise it would be a blood mark just now.

An Yan turned his gaze to Song Jian, only to see that although Shikong was covered in injuries, there was no blood on his chest, thinking that Song Jian did not succeed, but he did not give up, and took advantage of the moment when Monk Shikong looked at An Yan and paused, his mouth moved.

"Song Jian!" An Yan shouted and focused everyone's eyes on him, and moved his sword a little closer to the Sixth Prince's Lord to threaten.