And Fu Yueshu and Xuanyuan Ce, who were following Chu Yiyang, were lucky not to experience this feeling of not being able to survive or die.

Chu Yiyang's subtle control of the current situation and the surrounding environment shown in the Fire Hall and Mountain Hall is still reflected here.

Whenever the mirage appears, they are able to avoid it perfectly.

No matter how many demons lurk in front of them, they can anticipate them and get around them safely.

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't know how to deal with the mirage, Fu Yueshu and Xuanyuan Ce even felt that as long as Chu Yiyang thought, they would already be standing in front of the mirage dragon at the moment, instead of spinning around unharmed in the mist.

In the depths of the gray fog, there is a fourth type of people.

The team led by the Great Worship still trudged through the gray fog, avoiding the fierce beasts passing in front of them, killing the evil ghosts that stood in the way, and the great array that had guarded the Xuanyuan Dynasty for thousands of years was still dim.

The east of the imperial capital is the closest to the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, and the density of residential houses here is also the highest.

The ancient beasts that had escaped from the seal had left their mark on the wreak havoc here, and as soon as the houses fell, the demons roaming the streets pounced on the defenseless civilians.

Demons in old armor invade houses and plunder at will, grabbing the living, sucking yang energy, and sucking them into dried corpses.

In the mist laid by the mirage, the exhausted monk was too busy to take care of himself, and could not hear the cry of sorrow.

"Run!" In a private house, a pair of parents tried to block the way of the evil ghost with a shovel and shovel in their hands. ”

The little girl shivered, rushed out of the corner and ran outside, in front of her was a thick gray mist, and when she looked back, it was a tall demon dragging her parents' bodies out of the house, pinching their necks and sucking their yang energy.

When they woke up from their sleep, their parents, who were still only wearing underwear, had convulsions of their hands and feet, and their bodies quickly dried up.

The little girl didn't dare to look anymore, crying and running forward, the sound of armor rubbing behind her was like a shadow.

There are dried corpses all over the ground, and ordinary people who have lost their lives everywhere.

When she ran around the corner, she saw the corpse of a small black cat on the ground that was still full, and immediately bent down to pick up the kitten and hid it in her arms, trying to find a living companion for herself in this lifeless world.

The little girl didn't know how long she had been running, but she felt that she was almost unable to run, and the kitten in her arms was still so cold.

Her tears kept accumulating, blurring her vision, she couldn't see the wooden stick on the ground, she tripped and fell to the ground, and the little black cat in her arms was also thrown out.

The moment it landed, the kitten's paws twitched.

"Cat ......" The little girl raised her head, her little face was bruised, and her heart was full of despair.

The eerie aura behind her was getting closer and closer, and she crawled towards the little black cat, holding it in her arms, feeling that she could no longer run.

It was in this trembling embrace that Xu Yu opened his eyes.

He remembered that after he was seriously injured, he was turned into a little black cat by the Qingyi luthier, and was protected by him all the way in his arms, and he also remembered that the sound of the piano opened the passage between the netherworld and the yang, and clearly realized that this uncle who suddenly appeared in front of him was not a Luo Tuo violinist.

But shouldn't he have returned to the underworld now, why does the surrounding feeling still be the same as the underworld?

Also, why is it a mortal child who has not cultivated to hold him? She actually wanted to protect him?

Xu Yu, who was still in a weak state, bared his teeth.

He hates being a cat.

In the gloomy alleys, the wind rolls up the ashes.

The gray fingers that were grabbing the little girl's neck paused, and it was just such a moment of hesitation, and the young man in black had reunited his body.

He has a beautiful and delicate face, with white pocket skeletons hanging from the ends of his black hair.

The black skull earrings on both ears burned with black flames, and the neatly styled black clothes were not embroidered with auspicious patterns, but evil ghosts.

The little girl felt that the kitten she was holding was gone, but a strong arm hugged her.

She looked up in despair of waiting for death, and saw the little brother holding her with cat-like eyes.

The young man in black took out the paper money from his arms and threw it away, and it was like a rain of paper money in the dark alley.

Paper money cut into yellow circles fell on the eaves, hung on the treetops, and pasted against the walls, and from the depths of the darkness there was an even more fierce cold aura seeping out.

Xu Yu's cat eyes flashed red, and the flames burning in the eyes of the two soldiers and ghosts in front of him who were wearing shabby armor and who came back from which dynasty and which generation turned from blue to red, and a body of yin qi also continued to cross towards Xu Yu, repairing the injuries on his body.

Holding the little girl in his arms, the young master of the Ghost King Sect, dressed in black, stood up.

The Ghost King Sect declined and retreated, because there were no ghosts to control, but now this city is full of ghosts.

"Go back."

The young man let out a hoarse ghost whisper, driving the two ghost soldiers who had just been subdued by him to walk back.

There are rules in the underworld, and there are rules in the yang.

In the netherworld, no matter how fierce the ghost comes, he has to be a man with his tail between his legs, and there is no such wanton and reckless slaughter.

Paper money opens the way, and the ghost king goes out on patrol.

The young man who stepped on the gray mist and returned to the world hugged the little girl in his arms with one hand: "Let's go back and teach them what the rules are." ”

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Chapter 61

In the residential area to the east, there is no sound between the ruins and broken walls.

Ghosts wandering here in twos and threes armed with guns and halberds, from time to time peel aside the masonry on the ground, searching for the living people hiding underneath.

In the darkness of the night, there was a sudden sound of neat armor rubbing, and these demons, dressed as soldiers of an unknown dynasty, who no longer looked like skeletons because they had absorbed yang energy, stood among the ruins and walls, looking towards the end of the long street.

In the gray-blue night mist, a group of companions formed a team and marched towards this direction.

As demons crawling up from the netherworld, they are still different from the fierce beasts that wreak havoc in the imperial capital.

They didn't cultivate enough to provoke the monks, so they only absorbed yang energy in the areas where mortals gathered, and the fierce beasts that came out of the imperial tombs in the eastern suburbs liked to destroy the capital that had suppressed them for a long time, and dared to slaughter the monks in the mist.

Behind a stone wall, a demon dressed as a small commander came out.

He stood in the middle of the road, and made a hoarse voice at the assembled companions, asking how they had come back.

The living here have been almost harvested, and they are all planning to expand to the periphery, what are these companions going to do when they come back?

The companion on the other side did not answer, and when the fog that permeated the long street cleared and the moonlight above their heads shone down, the demons who stopped their movements saw that the flames in the eyes of the companions on the opposite side were of different colors, and behind them, there were two living people's breaths.

"Kill."

The young man's voice sounded in the dark night, and the eyes of these manipulated ghost soldiers lit up with red light, and they raised their weapons and slashed at their companions, and the long street was in an instant.

……

In the scattered and condensed gray mist, the light of the spell flew everywhere, and the monk who was ambushed by the evil ghost with his cultivation voice made anxious noises from time to time.

Walking out of the mist in the cold night of the North Hall following the glow of the token, this group of monks who were struggling to resist these evil ghosts who were extremely vicious in their lifetimes immediately cried with joy when they saw him: "Sword Venerable! ”

The white-clothed Sword Venerable stopped, and the robe on his body seemed to merge with the mist behind him.

Although they don't know why he came so quickly, everyone can't care about the punishment of not reporting the news at the moment, they just hope that the person in front of them can take them out of danger.

Beitang didn't speak in the cold night, and looked towards the strongest place of the glow, and saw that it was a young female cultivator who was protected by this group of monks.

She held the token in her hand and injected spiritual power into it, and when she saw that this handsome sword venerable who was peerless in the four realms did not look at others, but only looked at herself, her heart suddenly beat faster, and her face involuntarily turned red.

"Sword ......"

She opened her mouth timidly, originally wanting to ask Beitang Sword Venerable why he looked at her like this, but when she saw the gray mist behind him move, she suddenly exclaimed, "Sword Venerable be careful!" ”

There are dozens of evil spirits besieging them in the gray mist, and the strongest eight of them have just secretly hidden in the mist, and now they are about to launch an attack and kill him when they go around behind the cold night of the North Hall!

Eight different weapons in the fog slashed towards him, but Beitang stood still in the cold night.

The faces of the eight evil ghosts that were attacking him were not dissipated, and a snow-white sword light was reflected in front of him, sweeping across the air with great vigour, breaking them in two!

The other monks who were besieged by the demons watched this scene and saw that the eight strongest demons bowed their heads as they kept their heads in a posture of jumping out of the gray mist.

The lower half of them was separated from the upper half, and they should have been able to reunite, just like they had done with these monks who were ambushed by them before, and they were caught off guard by killing these people in the yang world, but this time they couldn't.

At the break in their bodies, there was a force stronger than them, close to the law, that froze their bodies.

The pale blue frost spread on the body of the eight demons who had been cut in two, making a slight sound, and the upper and lower bodies fell to the ground one after another, shattering, and there was no movement.

Seeing this, the remaining demons immediately showed a look of horror.

The monks who were besieged by them were all in high spirits and fought back violently: "Die! ”

The battle between humans and ghosts is once again deadlocked, and this time the Yangmen have the upper hand.

And the cold night of Beitang, who killed the eight strongest demons lightly as soon as he made a move, disappeared again in the blink of an eye, just like when he came.

The nun who was protected in the crowd looked around, her eyes disappointed.

Jian Zun was really as cold as in the legend, and he didn't care about them in the slightest, as if he was just coming over to take a look.

In the depths of the dense fog, the huge black demon python raised its head, and with one mouth, it was a long whale swallowing water, inhaling the mist and the ghost together.

Yan Xun, who was standing on the head of the python, had completely let go, and the golden light arrow shot out with his hand, regardless of the fierce beasts and evil ghosts, and the arrow shot half to death, and the companion demon python under his feet opened his mouth and swallowed a huge amount of yin qi into his body.

There were a total of ten fierce beasts that came out of the imperial tomb in the eastern suburbs, one was killed by Beitang Hanye, and two were killed by Yan Xun.

If it weren't for the fact that the black python didn't digest it so quickly, according to Yan Xun's hunting speed, there might not be anything left now.

With a huge amount of Yin Qi, the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator sensed his injuries and was about to recover completely.

He stood on top of the huge python's head, and suddenly looked down with a sense of feeling, looking in the wind.

The gray mist dispersed, revealing the white figure within.

Beitang stood in the blank space in the fog and looked at it expressionlessly.

One turned on the moon, the other on the moon, the mist dissipated with their killing intent for a moment, and then gathered again, Yan Xun felt that the sword intent locked on his body disappeared.

Now is not the time to kill demons.

Beitang walked into the mist again in the cold night, no matter what this demon cultivator came to do, he didn't stand on the opposite side of the Xuanmen.

As long as it doesn't get in the way of yourself, you can ignore it.

The two strongest men in the city met and separated in the gray mist, and neither of them had the intention of breaking the game.

"You don't have to deliberately break the game." With the two people behind him, the man in red, who had been walking in the gray fog for almost an hour, said the way to solve the second game, "Just live until dawn." ”