The lockdown of Xinjiang City is finally over.

A large number of remnants of the cult have been unearthed.

An old lame man limped out of the city gate and disappeared into the wilderness.

Looking at the city in the distance, where only the outline remained, the lame man slowly straightened up: "Xinjiang City..."

"I, Zongren, will come back."

"Qiu Xiaoxiao..."

At the mention of this name, a flash of fierceness flashed in Zongren's eyes.

In the morning, Qiu Xiaoxiao had already launched a wanted arrest against him in the Pantheistic Sect.

The reason is that the mission assigned by the Cult has not been completed.

Disrespectful to God.

"Perhaps, joining the Soul Hunter Organization is also a good choice."

"It's just that this organization is not simple."

"I always feel that this defeat of the Divine Cult was pitted by this organization."

muttered, changed his makeup again, casually stopped a bus to another city, found a corner by the window and sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

I was still thinking about what was coveted by the Pantheist Sect in the Ink Academy.

And what identity does the Soul Hunter Organization play in this operation?

Is it a lack of strength, or is it intentional.

Soul Hunter...

Suddenly, Zong Ren opened his eyes.

Could it be an awakened thing?

Inner Courtyard.

The girl who once showed her face at the door.

The corners of his mouth slowly outlined a smile, and he kept recalling the girl's face in his mind and remembering it in his heart.

Maybe... I haven't completely failed yet.

The Soul Hunter Organization, there's no need to go for the time being.

As long as you master this important chess piece, you may not be able to turn the game, or even directly overturn the so-called goddess.

"Driver, please stop, I want to get out of the car."

Speak suddenly.

Zongren got up, got off the bus, and walked towards the city again.

……

Zhao Qingyi seemed to have matured a lot overnight, and she didn't drive the car.

The car keys were treasured by her in a small box.

She already had a cold face, and at this time, she seemed to be even more uncomfortable.

It's just that the tasks are done more often.

Many of the high-ranking members of the cult who have recently been found out in Xinjiang are from her and have a great reputation.

Even because of this, it was on the must-kill list within the cult.

is higher than the rest of his life, Zhao Zicheng's ranking is higher.

"Have you thought about it?"

The office of the Dark Pavilion Lord.

The somewhat elderly pavilion master looked at Zhao Qingyi opposite, a little helpless, and asked.

Zhao Qingyi nodded lightly and did not speak.

With a sigh, the pavilion master slowly spoke: "Although the Demon Domain is rich in materials, you can obtain a lot of resources there, and the cultivation is fast, but it is too dangerous. ”

"With your talent, even if you don't go to the Demon Realm to take risks, you can still stand in a relatively high position in the future."

"So, I want you to think again."

The demon domain has always been synonymous with danger.

But again, there are opportunities and risks.

There are always some people whose talent is slightly worse, or who have been stuck in the bottleneck for a long time and cannot break through, will choose to enter the demon domain and fight for a future.

If you are lucky, find a few treasure places, or kill some demon beasts, save some demon cores and demon crystals, and when you come back, you may be able to try to go further.

Therefore, every year, there will always be a large number of people with the heart of death, deep into the demon domain.

Most of these people have completely lost their lives after entering the Demon Domain.

But in the same way, every year there will be some people who come out of it and become the real powerhouses of the human race.

"I'm going."

Zhao Qingyi was a little stubborn, shook his head lightly, and spoke.

Sigh again.

The Dark Pavilion Pavilion Master waved his hand helplessly, took out a document, signed his name below, and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Taking the document and bowing slightly, Zhao Qingyi turned around and left.

Standing at the gate of the frontier city.

Zhao Qingyi was a little distracted.

Suddenly, I realized that I had just arrived in this city... It's only been a month, and I still remember when I first entered the city, I was surrounded by reporters and interviewed.

The Lin Pavilion Lord was standing in the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking lively.

Now...

Looking at the corner of the wall in the distance, Zhao Qingyi was a little lonely.

Something is... People are not.

"It's really unlucky, how can I see you everywhere I go, this old girl!"

A grumbling voice rang out.

Zhao Qingyi turned around blankly.

An Xin was standing behind her, also holding a document in his hand, muttering.

"Shorty..."

Zhao Qingyi's expression remained unchanged and said lightly.

"Who are you scolding?"

Anxin was like a little tiger who was angry in an instant, grinding his teeth and rushing up, and then he saw the document in Zhao Qingyi's hand, was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head to look at his own...

"You're going to the Demon Realm too?"

"You're going to the Demon Realm too?"

"Bad luck!"

"Bad luck!"

The two of them spoke in tacit understanding.

"Hmph, if it's not poverty, how could the old lady go to the Demon Domain!"

"Forget it, surnamed Zhao, you beg me, I will cover you in the demon domain!"

An Xin raised his chin slightly with some arrogance, glanced at the direction where Zhao Qingyi was, and spoke.

Zhao Qingyi silently glanced at Anxin and turned to leave.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

"Hey, why are you begging me, I'm begging!"

"As soon as you ask me, I will protect you."

"After all, you're a good friend of humanity!"

"You take care of me, it's boring along the way."

From a distance, Anxin was like a child, surrounding Zhao Qingyi, chattering non-stop.

Although Zhao Qingyi, who was walking in front, still had a cold face, the corners of his mouth outlined a smile.

……

"Boss Yu, I think it's necessary for you to go a few days in advance, be prepared!"

Sun Wen looked at Yu Sheng with a serious expression and said.

The head, which was fixed to the plaster, tried to nod slightly, as if to confirm the truth of his words.

"There are four days left, no hurry."

"It's time to bask in the sun."

Yu Sheng shook his head and pushed the bed into the sunlight again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in recent days, I always feel that Sun Wen has become a little darker.

Of course, only the face is black.

The rest of the place is wrapped in plaster and cannot be exposed to the sun.

"I heard that Mu Yu's tombstone was confiscated by you?"

Sun Wen fell on the bed in resignation, trying to use the pain of others to ease his grief.

"I checked it on the Internet, and this thing is unlucky."

"It's better to stay away when you're sick."

"Always looking at it also affects the mood."

"Rest, I'll bring you food in the evening."

In response, Yu Sheng turned around and left.

In the room, only Sun Wen sighed in pain, this kind of tortured days... Let's get to the end.