Zong Mo scratched his head with the flute, and then a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he immediately turned to Beitang and said loudly to the cold night of the North Hall: "I know, it's the one!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a token from his arms, and when Ning Shaoyou saw this token, he also showed a sudden expression.

"Sword Venerable, look."

Facing the gaze of Beitang's cold night, Zong Mo entered spiritual power on this token with a mountain stone symbol, and then, like Ning Shaoyou, the aura on his body also changed suddenly, from the original fresh popularity to the eerie ghostly aura.

"It's this token." Ning Shaoyou also took out this item and said to Beitang Hanye, "This is something that I got from outside the city under the jurisdiction of the Mingyang Sword Sect, as long as I inject spiritual power, I can change my breath." ”

He had been using it to change his aura in order to blend in with the endless army of demons, confusing their cognition and disguised as one of them, so as to increase the probability of a successful sneak attack.

At this moment, for the sake of demonstration, Ning Shaoyou withdrew the spiritual power in the token, and the ghost aura on his body, which was different from that of a living person, suddenly disappeared.

He raised his head and saw that the gaze of the white-clothed Sword Venerable moved from him to Zong Mo, and he could see that the two of them were beating drums in their hearts-

Didn't he already explain the origin of the ghost qi on his body, why was Jian Zun's eyes still a little wrong when he looked at them?

Trouble, looking at these two marks of the four halls of Senluo and the tokens that can change the breath, Beitang Hanye knew that the scope of his investigation had expanded again, and there was obviously more than one person here who had something in his hand that could turn into a demon.

And whether it was Ning Shaoyou or Zong Mo, they were holding different tokens, but there was no difference in the aura they changed.

However, Beitang's cold eyes swept away and fell on Ning Shaoyou's hands.

The first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect wore a ring on the index finger of his right hand, which was the seal of the chief disciple of their sect.

In the illusion of the mirror, the person who once held his face and overlapped his lips did not have a ring on his hand.

And...... Beitang's gaze swept over Ning Shaoyou's pursed lips, and the lips of the head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect were thin, different from those in the illusion.

The other party seems to have left no clues, but the more I think about it, the more I can remember the details that are different from others.

On the premise that these two places are not met, Beitang Hanye first ruled out Ning Shaoyou and looked at Zong Mo.

As soon as he looked away, Ning Shaoyou's whole body relaxed, and he felt a cold sweat break out behind his back at some point.

The Sword Venerable who was in the Tribulation Period looked at it this way, and the pressure was even greater than charging in the Demon Legion.

But...... The first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect doubted what he had just seen-

Was Jian Zun looking at my lips just now?

Compared to his discomfort, Zong Mo is different.

As soon as he felt the white-clothed Sword Venerable looking at him, and there seemed to be an unclear signal of approach in his eyes, the young master of the Tianqin Sect immediately wagged his tail like a puppy: "Sword Venerable." ”

Compared with Ning Shaoyou, his hands are clean and there are no jewelry.

The young master of the Tianqin Sect, who can speak well and is familiar with himself, has a pair of beautiful lips, even when he is not smiling, the corners of his mouth are curled.

He didn't care how he was scrutinized, his mind had jumped from "hugging the thighs of the Beitang Sword Venerable and going out from here" to "hugging the thighs of the Beitang Sword Venerable, and jumping from the second-level sect in the north to the third-largest sect in the north".

The position of "Second in the Northern Realm" belongs to the Hehuan Sect, and of course he believes that Chu Yiyang will have a day to soar to the sky.

The second is unthinkable, but the third is fine.

The Tianqin Sect has been in this position long enough, and has accumulated enough strength, and the new Sword Venerable in front of him must also have some followers of his own.

As long as you seize the opportunity and hug his thighs, then the Tianqin Sect will be on the throne just around the corner!

When he goes up, of course, he won't forget to bring Shaoyou's Mingyang Sword Sect.

Shao Youguang practiced swordsmanship, and he didn't know how to be flexible, so he still had to rely on himself to build a good relationship with him. In the future, the Tianqin Sect will be the third in the northern realm, and the Mingyang Sword Sect will sit in the fourth in the northern realm, advancing and retreating together.

Zong Mo thought about it, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

He looked at the person he was about to follow with sparkling eyes, and he almost opened his mouth to urge the white-clothed Sword Venerable to ask himself quickly.

Beitang Hanye had planned to use the question to close the distance and create an opportunity to examine, so he asked according to Zong Mo's expectations, "How long have you been in?" How many waves of attacks were repulsed? What about the others? Have you been together? ”

He has not been in the first layer of the mirror for a short time, and if the person he is looking for is in front of him, he must be alone.

If they are not single, they can be excluded together.

As soon as his words fell, Zong Mo immediately replied: "We came in with our respective sectsmen, but we were separated in the middle, and then we met, and we have been in for more than two hours, and I don't remember how many waves of enemies we have repulsed. ”

As he spoke, he also glanced at Ning Shaoyou, asked for an answer from him, and only turned his head after seeing his friend nod, and without waiting for Beitang to ask for details on a cold night, he told him what he had experienced after coming in.

Ning Shaoyou was used to chatting about his friend's words, so he just watched silently.

And Beitang looked at Zong Mo who kept talking in the cold night, although he met all the conditions, but he talked too much, and the person he wanted to find didn't have so many words, and even a little alienated.

Whether it was in the cave of the secret realm, or in the illusion just now, when the two of them were close, either his demonic power was out of control, or he was in danger.

What's more, he left a book and said that he hoped that what happened in the secret realm would stay in the secret realm, even if it was met again in the outside world, it would be impossible to take the initiative to get close to it like now.

In the sky, Zong Mo was silent as he spoke.

The person in front of him looked like they were staring at him, but he had a feeling that the other party was not looking at him at all.

Zong Mo remembered that those swordsmen in the same batch as the one in front of him had no chance to grow up, and they all died under his killing sword.

He was indeed a powerful leader, but it was just as dangerous to get close to him.

"Sword Venerable."

Just as he didn't know how to break the deadlock, he heard his friend's voice behind him, and felt him pull himself back, as if out of nowhere.

When those eyes looked over, Ning Shaoyou felt as if his whole person was immersed in ice water, but he still whispered, "I don't know what Jian Zun wants to investigate, but only the two of us know very little, the monks who have already gathered below to enter the Fire Temple, there are more in the wasteland, I think I might as well go all the way and gather them together, maybe Jian Zun will be able to know the news he wants." ”

……

When Ning Shaoyou made his proposal, he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, Beitang accepted his proposal in the cold night.

So at this moment, the monks scattered in the endless wasteland were gathered, and the white figure in front of them, like a sword condensed by frost, walked towards the depths of the wasteland.

Wherever they passed, the extremely powerful sword intent swept away the demon legions, often destroying them before they could take shape.

All the people who were gathered felt lucky, and Zong Mo and Ning Shaoyou, who were the first to be by Beitang's cold night side, were not expelled by him, but gathered a whole team, and they had been secretly observing.

Beitang didn't care about the life and death of these monks in the wasteland.

There were many young monks in the ranks, both men and women, but his gaze was only on the young men.

Even if the female disciple who was rescued in the team was still pitiful to me, and looked at him with expectant eyes—being saved by the Sword Venerable who was the best in the four realms and Lang Yan's uniqueness, I am afraid that no one could not be tempted by him—he didn't take a second look at him at all.

Zong Ning and the others looked all the way and confirmed the guess in their hearts.

Ning Shaoyou: "Jianzun is looking for someone." ”

And it was a young man.

Zong Mo nodded: "I think so too." But who is so deadly? It seems that he owes a lot of money. ”

Ning Shaoyou: "......"

Seeing that after meeting the cold night in Beitang, with a team, he was radiant again, and now he even has friends who fan kung fu fans, Ning Shaoyou only felt that it was no wonder that Yingying had no nostalgia for him.

- Obviously boasting of being romantic, but he can't tell whether others owe money or affection.

Ning Shaoyou turned his gaze and continued to stare at the white figure, thinking in his heart: "This state is quite like those young junjie outside the northern realm who came to them without knowing the truth after being left behind by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect. ”

But how could an ordinary Hehuan Sect disciple have the courage to get to Jian Zun's head, and he still looks at a man, is it difficult to ......

A familiar red figure appeared in front of Ning Shaoyou's eyes, and then he shook his head and overturned this idea.

How is it possible, everyone is so familiar, how can they not recognize it.

And Brother Ying already has a suitable Taoist couple, there is no need to do this, it is impossible.

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Chapter 57

Wasteland, mountains.

Both teams marched towards the end at the same time.

Beitang Hanye didn't know that the person he was looking for was doing the same thing as him in another Senluo Palace, and Chu Yiyang didn't know that Beitang Hanye had already begun to peel off the cocoon with the traces he left behind, looking for him among the monks.

He glanced at the rest of the hourglass, which had started at two o'clock in the morning, and now that it had passed the ugly hour, it would come to an end at two o'clock in the morning.

Time is running out to break the game.

In the depths of the palace, the curtain hangs low in the imperial bedchamber, and the candles flicker.

Outside the window, the wind was blowing, shaking the shadows of the trees, and the emperor who was lying on the bed in a deep coma kept whispering, with a look of pain on his face.

The crown prince, who was guarding the bed with a sword in hand, sat on a chair and watched vigilantly, looking back at his father in pain from time to time, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.

At the moment of the change in the imperial city, Jian Zun and the Great Offering both stepped out of the palace one after another, and their figures disappeared into the night, and the other offerings in the Imperial City were also nowhere to be seen.

The palace of the entire Xuanyuan Dynasty can be said to be at the weakest moment of defense since the founding of the country, although there are guards in armor outside the palace, but the prince's confidence at the moment comes from the sword in his hand.

With a loud bang, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in the darkness.

The prince stretched out his hand and brushed it on the sword, This is an imitation forged after the Xuanyuan sword of the ancestor Emperor Xuanyuan, although there is no god who has surpassed the sword of the human emperor of the heaven-level magic weapon, but there is a drop of the ancestor's blood in it, Holding it in his hand, he feels connected to the great array of the entire imperial city, and there is a steady stream of warmth from his feet.

Legend has it that the sword of the Human Emperor is held in his hand, and as long as he stands on the earth, he can obtain vast and endless power, and he can be invincible no matter who he fights with.

The prince looked at this sword, just imitations can have such power, if the real Xuanyuan sword is held in his hand, he will definitely be able to expel the darkness and protect the imperial city in such a time.

He took a deep breath and sheathed his sword.

It's a pity that the real Xuanyuan Sword has disappeared with the death of the ancestor, and the queen mother originally wanted to guard her father here with him, but she was persuaded by him. The prince sat in his seat, looked up at the night sky, and saw the hourglass phantom over the temple that was about to reach the end.

The ghost halls rising from the four corners of the imperial capital have been broken twice, and the people in the city are also hiding in their own houses, closing the doors and not daring to come out, only the ghosts with empty eyes and no consciousness wandering on the streets, as long as the other two Senluo halls can be broken, then it will be fine tonight.

The crown prince held the sword in one hand, and straddled the chair with a golden sword, the great offering had already gone to break the formation, he was confident in the number one master of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the Beitang Sword Venerable was also there, there would be no problem. In addition, he also informed his aunt who was in Yaochi, and the reinforcements from Yaochi must also be on the way.