The lights faded away, and Murong Yunyao walked alone in the night blankly.

She didn't know whether she should go back to Nanqing Palace, or whether she should face Yun Zixiao again. If they go back, can the two really disobey the will of heaven? If you don't go back, where do you go now?

When Murong Yunyao was at a loss, she suddenly felt that her leg was being pulled by someone, and she subconsciously flew up and was about to kick the thing that tripped her leg and foot to the side. But when she lifted her legs, she heard the cry of a little girl beside her legs. She was stunned when she heard the sound, and hurriedly bent down to look at the little girl, only to see that she was in rags, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and was holding her legs and sobbing continuously. Seeing that the little girl was very pitiful, she couldn't help asking, "Little sister, what's your name?" Why stay here alone? ”

The little girl wiped her tears with her dirty little hands and choked up, "Sister, my name is Ah Nian." ”

Murong Yunyao's tone quickly softened, squatted beside the little girl and asked, "Little sister, are you lost?" Is it okay for my sister to send you home? ”

The little girl choked up again: "My parents are dead, my sister has followed those evil spirits, and I have no home!" ”

Murong Yunyao was stunned, "Evil ghost? What kind of demons? Little sister, are you sick? You're not talking nonsense, are you? ”

The little girl shook her head like a rattle, "No, I'm not talking nonsense! Those people are demons! They were all dressed in strange robes, their mouths often let out strange moans, and their bodies fluttered in the air, how could there be such people? They must be ghosts! ”

Murong Yunyao thought to herself, "Although the rivers and lakes are big, and there are many large and small sects, except for the people in the Nine Ghost Realm who often wore ghost faces and pretended to be hideous and terrifying ghosts, how could there be a second such sect in the world?" ”

Murong Yunyao couldn't help frowning, and her mind kept recalling the various sects that her father had explained to her. But she thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't think of what kind of school these people would come from, if it weren't for the little girl crying so sadly, she would definitely think that these were all made up by the little girl.

"Sister, you must help me!" The little girl begged loudly, tears rolling down her eyes, and she wet Murong Yunyao's long skirt in an instant.

Murong Yunyao looked at the little girl suspiciously, and asked, "Little sister, there are so many pedestrians on the street, why did you ask me for help?" ”

The little girl stopped crying, looked at Murong Yunyao trustingly, and said, "I once heard my sister say that people who practice martial arts have lighter steps than ordinary people, and their eyes are brighter than others. I searched the street for a while, only my sister's footsteps were the lightest, and her eyes were the brightest, my sister must be a master, and she must be able to help me save my sister! ”

Murong Yunyao sighed helplessly, she wanted to leave, but she felt sorry for this poor little girl. She looked at the crowd behind her, but she didn't see Yun Zixiao chasing after her, so she had to say: "Little sister, my sister does know a little martial arts, but she may not be the opponent of this group, why don't you go to Nanqing Palace with me to move the rescuers!" ”

The little girl trembled violently when she heard this, and then shook her head desperately: "No, I won't go!" Nanqing Palace is the Eight Princes' Mansion, ordinary people will be scolded by the family when they are closer to the door of the house, I am just a homeless little girl, he can't help me, it's impossible! ”

Murong Yunyao touched the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the eighth king is my sister's friend, and he will definitely help you." Let's go, it's too late for your sister to be taken away by those demons, and you won't be able to find it if you look for it again! ”

"Okay......" The little girl nodded timidly, followed closely behind Murong Yunyao, and walked quickly in the direction of Nanqing Palace.

A moment later, the two came to the front of the Nanqing Palace.

Murong Yunyao picked up the little girl and walked into the palace without thinking, only to see that the hall where the drums were playing on weekdays was empty at the moment, and the eight kings had long since disappeared. She couldn't help shouting: "Brother Yun, Eight Kings Chitose, come quickly!" Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter! She shouted several times, but no one responded.

Just as she was wondering, a beautiful singer in a blue skirt walked over from the inner courtyard and said respectfully, "Miss Murong is back?" Yun Gongzi and Chitose are not in the mansion, do you have something to do with them? ”

Murong Yunyao was slightly stunned, and hurriedly said, "If this girl remembers correctly, your name is Qingyu, right?" Tell me, where did they go? Did you say when you were going to come back? ”

Qing Yu thought for a moment and said, "Young Master Yun came back and said that he was separated from you on the street, so he went back to the palace alone. The eighth king Chitose originally wanted to pick up the wind and wash the dust for Yun Gongzi, but who expected that someone from the palace would pass on the decree, saying that the official family was going to conquer the Northern Han Dynasty in person, and urgently recruited Yun Gongzi to return to the border pass, and Chitose also accompanied him. Before leaving, they told me that when the girl returned, let me tell you these things, so as not to worry her. ”

Murong Yunyao was so anxious that she stomped her feet when she heard this, and thought, "Why didn't Brother Yun leave early or late, but at this time he returned to the border pass?" The Eight Kings have always been lazy, why did they run to the border again and again? It seems that this girl really doesn't agree with them! Alas, it would be nice if that little Hanako was there, and finally there was a helper! ”

The little girl hugged Murong Yunyao's leg again at this time and cried, "Little sister, the eighth king must have deliberately hid and didn't want to see us, I just said he wouldn't help me!" Little sister, if you don't help me again, my sister is afraid that she will really die! ”

The little girl's cry made Murong Yunyao's heart sour. She turned her heart sideways and said secretly: "Aren't they just a group of guys who pretend to be ghosts?" As the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, if I am afraid of them, I will really lose face when it spreads to the rivers and lakes in the future. I killed all the people in Yao Hongyuan's village, and I don't care about a few more souls under the sword! ”

She walked quickly to her room, took the sword she was wearing, and said to the little girl, "Little sister, tell me quickly, which direction are they going?" ”

The little girl raised her dirty little hand, pointed to the southwest, and stammered, "I...... I heard them say, as if ...... It seems to have gone to the City God Temple. Little sister, you must help me get my sister back, I beg you! ”

Murong Yunyao bowed slightly, and said awe-inspiringly: "Little sister, don't worry, I will definitely save your sister back." But until I return, you must stay in the palace obediently, and don't go anywhere!" As she spoke, she held the long sword in her hand, and with a light touch of her toes on the ground, the man had crossed the high palace wall and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Five miles on the outskirts of the city, the City God Temple.

At this time, the full moon had already set in the west, the red wheel had not yet risen in the east, and the sky and the earth were dark. Outside the ruined City God Temple, there was no sound except for the constant whistling north wind, and the silence was chilling, and the silence was almost suffocating.

Murong Yunyao stepped on the thick snow and walked slowly towards the City God Temple. Her hands were clenched tightly on the hilt of her sword, and she didn't know whether it was cold or too nervous, her hands had turned pale and shivered slightly.

Although Murong Yunyao is not a peerless master, his light skills have also reached a certain level. She came to the temple with bated breath without making any sound. When she approached the temple gate, she instinctively pulled out her long sword and shouted softly: "The thieves in the temple should pretend to be ghosts, get out of this girl!" Her voice was not loud, but in the silence of the night it was like a thunderclap that exploded for nine days.

As soon as her words landed, a cold and low voice came from the temple, "Monster born of endless resentment, swim back to your ghost quickly, or be careful that we will tear you to pieces!" This voice didn't look like it was made by a human at all, as if the demons of the Nine Shadows were whispering.

Murong Yunyao did not have the slightest fear, but smiled and said, "Are you blind? This girl is like a flower, where she looks like a monster, I think you are evil ghosts! But before she could finish her sentence, the smile on her face suddenly froze.

I saw seven or eight people in white robes, jumping out of the temple and standing neatly in front of her. Their long hair was scattered to cover their faces, and their white robes were very tattered, and their robes were intertwined, like the clothes of prisoners on death row. Don't say that it's night, even if it's broad daylight, it's enough to scare people's souls.

Murong Yunyao pointed at a few people with his sword and shouted, "Which sect and sect are you disciples of, why are you pretending to be a ghost here?" Hand over the captive girl, or this girl will be unkind to you!" ”

Several people didn't react at first when they heard this, and then let out a burst of laughter, and said disdainfully: "Where did the demon come from, don't bewitch the people here!" Our Chaos Holy Sect has never taken women captive, and all the women who come with us are followers of our Holy Sect! ”

Murong Yunyao snorted coldly and said, "Believer? There are people who believe in your ghostly appearance, and you can still summon believers? Deliver the truth to me, or today will be your time of death! ”

Seeing that a few people were silent, Murong Yunyao thought that they were scared, and wanted to step forward to see if they were humans or ghosts. At this time, several people suddenly moved, their feet did not touch the ground, and their bodies floated in front of Murong Yunyao. They stretched out a pair of slender and long hands and grabbed them towards Murong Yunyao's neck.

Murong Yunyao hurriedly swung his long sword to sharpen their wrists. But they seemed to be not afraid of death, and they didn't see the long sword that Murong Yunyao stabbed, and they stretched out their hands to strangle Murong Yunyao. Murong Yunyao understood that even if he could cut off three or four outstretched strange hands with a single sword, he was bound to be strangled to death by the remaining strange hands.

Before the sword arrived, Murong Yunyao hurriedly withdrew the long sword to protect his chest, and slid back three or four feet on his toes, which was able to avoid these claws. She was unwilling to give up, and the long sword swung up, and just as her sword was about to fall again, she encountered the exact same situation as Fang Cai, and she had to retreat again.

Murong Yunyao gradually discovered that these people in front of him didn't know martial arts at all, let alone any routines to be found, and they completely relied on people's physiological instincts to fight back. The most terrible thing is that these people are all blind, so they can ignore their swordsmanship and only want to kill themselves.

When she encountered such an opponent, she had no choice but to fight and retreat. I thought to myself, "My grandfather Murong Zhang was once the head of the evil path, and I don't know if reporting his name can scare this group of weirdos away." ”

She thought about it and shouted: "You are so bold that you dare to do something to the granddaughter of Murong Zhang, the Nine Ghost Realm Hades Venerable, are you tired of it!" ”

Murong Yunyao thought that even if this sentence could not scare them away, at least it would make them hesitate for a moment, which was enough to make her behead them. But who knew that this group of people didn't hesitate and grabbed her, I don't know if they couldn't hear their words at all, or if they didn't know where Murong Zhang, the head of the evil path in the past, was.

"Whoosh!" Murong Yunyao suddenly threw the scabbard in his hand behind several people, and the scabbard landed on the ground with a soft sound of "dang". When they heard the voice, they all turned around and threw themselves into the scabbard without thinking.

Seeing this, Murong Yunyao thought to herself, "Could it be that this group of people are all blind, and it was only through the voice I made that I judged my location?" ”

Seeing this opportunity, she had no time to think about it, and the long sword stabbed out in an instant, like a violent storm, enveloping these strange people in it. These strange people heard a voice behind them, and they were about to turn around and pounce on Murong Yunyao again, but there was an extra sword mark in an instant, and blood was dripping down their necks.

They touched their necks in disbelief, and then slowly fell to the ground, and said in unison: "Chaos Holy Lord, bless my heart forever, eliminate demons and defend the path, and do not fall into the Netherworld...... Their voices became lower and lower, and finally returned to calm. Murong Yunyao was surprised to find through their scattered hair that they all had a relieved smile on their faces!

Murong Yunyao had seen countless devout disciples, but no matter how devout they were, they would never show such a smile after being killed. She was deeply shocked by the smiles on these people's faces, and cold sweat ran down her sideburns involuntarily.