"Brother Zhang, please!"

"Please!"

It was dark, and the banquet was still unfinished.

Everyone in the Moon Tower is like crazy, the big bowl of wine keeps pouring into the mouth, punching and drinking, laughing and laughing, and some people even play drunk.

The song music fluttered, and scantily clad dancers jumped on the table one after another, their skirts swirling, and the bells on their white ankles were crisp.

In this situation, Zhang Biao also let down his guard.

He held his glass and smiled a little drunk.

Memories from many years ago come to mind.

This is an ordinary river and lake, and there is no too far-reaching calculation, because everyone is unable to control their own lives.

What can be done is to have wine today and get drunk today.

Going to the Ancient Spirit Domain is an opportunity for these Jianghu Warlocks, but everyone knows the danger of that place.

Maybe he will become cannon fodder for the Divine Cult.

Perhaps, this is the last time many people will have a drinking party...

Unconsciously, the lanterns on both sides of Mochizuki Pass lit up one by one.

Night had fallen, but the most famous moonscape had not yet appeared, as the sky had fallen with heavy snow.

In the middle of the night, the restaurant finally fell silent.

Many people fell to the ground and snored with the jars of wine, and the light of the fire in the fire pit was blown by the wind and flickered.

Zhang Biao also carried the wine jar and sat in front of the pillar by the window on the second floor, his eyes seemed to be open, staring at the snow outside.

Through the Spirit Devouring Cicada, he could feel that the Guo family and his party had been sent to an old village in the deep mountains of Zhaoguo, although it was remote and poor, but few people from the Divine Sect went there, and it was stable.

To his surprise, Yang Yueling actually lifted the spell on the Guo family, only erasing the memories of those people.

From then on, these people will no longer remember what they saw and heard about the broken temple in the mountains, and they only thought that Zhang Biao sent them here, and then stayed away.

Such a kind-hearted demon cultivator is rare.

And the old woman in black turned into a crow, hiding in the attic opposite the Moon Tower, monitoring his every move.

Zhang Biao didn't care, he just remembered the information of the two.

From the information of the Spiritual Eye, it is known that although these two demons are both dispatched by the Demon God Alliance, they are from different worlds and different sects.

The old woman in black is from the Cuihai Realm, a disciple of the Demon God Long Qing, and a staunch revival faction in the Demon God Alliance.

And that Yang Yueling is from the Kuntu Realm, and he is a disciple of the old immortal of the Peach Mother, and he is not keen on reviving the spirit of Cangmu.

But now, the Resitivists have gained the upper hand, even imprisoning an opposing demon god, and the other neutral forces have to bow their heads.

It seems that this demon god alliance is not as stable as it seems......

"Childe, let's go."

Just then, a voice came from below.

But it was the hidden Thousand Treasure Pavilion Demon Shura Fengnian, who helped up the drunk and hazy fat man Fan Wu on the side.

"Here, drink again..."

Fan Wusu was already drunk and confused, dancing with his hands, talking about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, and was helped away by the demon cultivator.

Zhang Biao's heart moved, pretending to be asleep, but secretly released a spirit devouring cicada and secretly followed the two.

Luo Fengnian was by Fan Wusu's side, obviously playing the role of a housekeeper and bodyguard, helping the fat man to the luxurious room at the highest point of the Moon Tower.

Inside, candles had already been lit, and several scantily clad maids hurriedly opened the door when they heard the sound and helped the fat man Fan Wusu into the room.

As soon as the door was closed, several people's faces immediately changed.

The maids directly grabbed Fan Wusu by the collar and threw it on the bed, similar to throwing livestock, but the poor fat man's face hit the wall, his nose bleeded, and he was delirious and muttered: "Autumn leaves, come... Accompany my grandfather to sleep..."

One of the maids' eyes was full of disgust, and with a wave of her hand, pink smoke and dust flew out and burrowed into Fan Wushu's nose.

The fat man's face suddenly turned red, he moaned, and tore at his clothes, and his ass arched and arched.

Several maids didn't look at it, and directly surrounded Luo Fengnian, beating their legs and pinching their backs, their eyes full of coquettishness.

"Shopkeeper."

That autumn leaf said with a face full of grievances: "The more I look at this dead pig, the more I hate it, when can we slaughter him." ”

"What's the hurry..."

Luo Fengnian drank tea and glanced at it lightly, "His grandmother is a fire goddess, and she has placed a ban on her body, once she does it, our identity will also be exposed." ”

"This guy is stupid, just to help us cover up, a lot of business has to go through his hands, so that it can be foolproof."

"What is the pattern of the world at the moment, you are not unclear, there are no rules, our Thousand Treasure Pavilion is similar to a fat sheep, it is better to be careful."

"Shopkeeper."

Another maid's eyes flashed, and she said in a low voice: "We have been to the Hanging Soul Forest before, there is nothing unusual, why this time..."

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head with a pale face.

But Luo Fengnian looked at her with a gloomy face, unabashedly murderous in his eyes, and saw that several maids were all so frightened that they knelt on the ground, and then he spoke: "You shouldn't know, don't ask." ”

"I can remind you, if this thing is messed up, don't talk about you, even I will die!"

Several maids trembled and did not dare to say more.

Luo Fengnian took out something from his arms, his eyes were cloudy, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely...

Everything is seen by the invisible Spirit Devouring Cicada.

In front of the window on the second floor, Zhang Biao, who pretended to sleep, frowned.

What Luo Fengnian took out was a statue of a god.

It was a strange Taoist statue, with three heads and six arms, but on each face, there were no facial features.

He knew that.

Among the Five Turbid Demon Sects, the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect caused the Turbidity Demon Qi, the Duowen Sect distorted the Fa-rectification, the Divine Dao distorted the living beings, and the Evil Qi flooded, each more ferocious than the other.

But there is another religion among them, which is very mysterious, called the concept of worry-free.

This sect is the most sparsely populated, and unlike other demonic paths, it destroys the origin of the world at every turn, but targets sentient beings.

They cultivate by absorbing the afflictions of sentient beings.

Therefore, he calls himself carefree.

It sounds like a good thing, but people have seven emotions and six desires, and troubles are indispensable, and there are no troubles at all, and they are almost the same as dead people, so the world they have plagued is dead and silent between heaven and earth, and all living beings are wandering like zombies.

The more dusty the world, the more they like it.

Before Zhang Biao, the most vigilant thing was this magic way.

The origin of the ancient spirit realm world is damaged, the aura is declining, and it can't enter the eyes of other demons, but it is just in line with the appetite of this worry-free view.

Many spiritual qi declined, and even could not be cultivated, and the world with many ordinary beings was destroyed because of the concept of worry-free.

No wonder, when I entered the dream realm before, I had never seen the demonic aura I felt.

It's just that the goal of the carefree concept has always been not the human dynasty, why do you also plan the Hanging Soul Forest?

Zhang Biao's heart became more and more strange.

It's a pity that the Hanging Soul Forest still needs a moon to be completely connected to the Surabaya Realm, and it is guarded by the origin array of the gods, so it can't be directly infiltrated.

It is estimated that several forces are preparing for this.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao has already judged the situation.

Whether it is the Demon God Alliance or the Demon Dao, they act so secretively, most of them are afraid of alarming the gods of the Surabaya Realm, after all, people are the head snakes of the ground, once they know that there are good things, it is really a trouble to join the competition.

The same goes for him.

The best way is to wait until you enter the Hanging Soul Forest and secretly deal with these demons to avoid alarming the gods of the Surabaya Realm.

It seems that you have to continue to play stupid......

…………

On this day, Fan Wusu reappeared.

Although he had been treated, he was in good spirits, and the bruises on his face had not yet dissipated, causing everyone to ask questions.

"Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Which hand doesn't have long eyes?"

"That's it, there are so many of us, we must find him to reason!"

In the face of everyone's ridicule, Fan Wusu was not angry, with a pair of big puffy eye bubbles, he scolded with a smile: "Go and go, it's not you yet, you poured wine desperately, and the old man fell to the ground and was injured." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, make a register."

"The snow covers the mountain, the road is not easy to walk, and we must rush to Yinfeng Gorge before the year!"

Although this fat man is confused and doesn't know that he is being used, he does things in an orderly manner, and he takes his subordinates to register and make a book, and quickly counts the number of people.

In the Mochizuki Pass, there are more than 2,000 people in the nearby rivers and lakes.

It doesn't seem like much, but there are many places like this kind of recruitment, and there are many in the Surabaya community, and the number of people is at least 100,000.

Without too much nonsense, after Fan Wusu counted it, he took the mighty crowd out of Mochizuki Pass and entered the vast mountains......

Whoa!

In the distance, among the dense forests of the mountain road, black crows swirled and fell, turning into the appearance of an old woman in black.

Yang Yueling, who had settled the Guo family's group, had also arrived.

Call~

In the dense forest, a violent wind suddenly set off, and then one after another figures appeared in shape, and their appearances were strange, although they were all human shapes, but more or less, they all had some visions.

The leader was a black-bearded man, tall and fierce, and after glancing at everyone, he scolded with a smile: "It's no wonder that he was discovered by this earth bun god cult, look at you, which one looks like a human?" ”

A white-bearded turtle-backed old man said helplessly: "Lord Long, this is also not to blame us, although the stump of the spirit of the cangmu can condense the body, but no one will guide it, and it will inevitably be affected when gathering." ”

"That's it."

The leader shook his head slightly and looked at the old woman in black, "Aunt Yan, you said you had a plan, how is it?"

The old woman in black didn't dare to slack off, told the story, added oil and vinegar, and said that Yang Yueling was not.

The man in charge didn't care, shook his head and said, "Yue Ling did the right thing, Mo broke the big thing because of the desire of his tongue, did that person have any changes?" ”

The old woman in black was reprimanded, and she was unhappy, but she didn't dare to say more, so she bowed her head and said: "That man will be very honest when he arrives, we both have cast spells, if he is not obedient, he will be worse off than dead." ”

"Good."

The man at the head said in a deep voice: "This world is not peaceful anymore, the Four Phases Divine Court is showing troops outside, trying to subdue the Surabaya realm, and now the two sides are in a stalemate, if we expose our whereabouts, we will definitely become targets." ”

"Be honest with me, before entering the Hanging Soul Forest, no one can go out to provoke right and wrong again."

"Yes, Lord Dragon."

made a plan, and the demons hid in the mountains and forests, following Zhang Biao and his party from afar.

After all, they are all warlocks who run the rivers and lakes, even if the snow covers the mountains and the road is difficult, the speed of the team is not slow.

They went all the way, did not enter the cities along the way, only when they were tired, they found a small town to eat and drink, and continued on the road, gradually entering the uninhabited mountainous area.

Finally, half a month later, everyone came to a canyon.

The canyon was enormous, with low clouds and howling winds and snow, and at the entrance, a pass had been built.

The stone walls around the pass are full of pavilions and pavilions, although they have not shown spiritual light, but the power of the divine domain has been expanded, and even the weakest people can feel the difference.

At the pass, there were densely packed teams of warlocks from all over the world, and the voices were loud, but they were all blocked.

In the pass, a large number of Divine Cult soldiers gathered, and several golden-armored secular gods had risen into the air, burning flames all over their bodies, and used secret methods to check the people who entered the customs one by one......

I won't add it tonight, but I will add it tomorrow

(End of chapter)