Starry night, full of moonlight.

A young girl with a white veil on her face and a cold temperament is scurrying through the sky.

Her purple hair was hip-length, fluttering back slightly like brocade, and the pupil in the center of her left eye was full of purple, revealing a sense of coldness, but the right pupil was scarlet, and the scorching breath was permeating.

The girl flies away like the wind, riding the yin and yang, the purple over-the-knee socks shine in the moonlight in the moonlight, and the left leg is tied with a red ribbon, slightly strangled flesh, and the light on it is faint, with black and white characters floating and rotating in it, I don't know what it is used for.

With such a peculiar dress, if someone who is familiar with Daqin will recognize it, this person is the deputy general director of the Criminal Yamen of the Daqin Division, Lin Luo.

From time to time in the vast heaven and earth, there are cultivators who are strong in cultivation and look up at the sky, I don't know where the region of Daqin has changed, and it is actually dispatched to kill the god of slaughter.

Lin Luo looked at the full moon in the sky, estimated the time, and suddenly pinched the magic trick in his hand, the purple-red light in his pupils became even hotter, and his speed rose again.

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At night, the drunkard sits alone.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and drink into three people.

The Hidden Dragon Dao Chief, who has his own unique views on the Book of Songs, said goodbye to him in the evening, saying that he went outside to collect wind, and if his friend came at night, he only needed to crush the transmission jade talisman, and his Hidden Dragon Dao Leader would definitely rise to the sky and join them.

Of course, before leaving, the Hidden Dragon Daoist also took away his three jars of good wine.

The moonlight sprinkled on the drunkard's face, cold and cold.

Under the moonlight, the expression on the face of the old man with Eguanbo was stagnant, and his eyebrows were twisted into the word 'Chuan'.

He tried hard to recall his intersection with His Royal Highness King Ming in the past, and he didn't know that the young man who was in the palace of Emperor Afang in Xianyang in the past would become what he is now.

"Your Highness, the emperor handed over the vast Zeyang City region to you to guard the pastor, what has happened to you in the past hundred and ten years?"

The drunkard's expression was gloomy, he picked up the wine jar and poured another big sip, and at this moment he thought of his third disciple who had not heard from him, the young face who volunteered to investigate the incident in Zeyang City.

He was only eighty years old, and he was still a young man who had just broken through the realm of the True Monarch of the Near Dao, but now he had not heard from him.

"The master has something, the disciple obeys it, Yang Shu is willing to be the eye of the master and go to investigate for the master."

"If you have a heart, take the Sacred Heart and the Covenant Jade, let's go, be careful."

"Follow the teachings of the teacher, Yang Shu will go."

Although his disciple's talent is only middle and upper-middle, he has a good heart, which is the only one he has seen in his life, and he is the successor of the three true inheritances and mantles he appointed.

This time, Yang Shu never came back, and it was because of this that he paid attention to the disappearance of the monk of Zeyang City and secretly went to investigate.

"Shu'er, it was the master who hurt you."

"If it is really King Ming who harms you, the old man will not rest with him."

The drunkard under the moonlight is selfless but selfish, selfish and selfless.

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Inside the mysterious dungeon, a dark canopy shaped like a large bowl is standing above the black rock formation.

Her gaze was raised, and a thin female cultivator in the center below the canopy was still lying on top of the black rock formation, her face was gray, and the clear full moon mark on her forehead had become dull.

At this moment, Han Xinyue is still struggling in the maze.

There was an unspeakable predicament around her Han Xinyue, she wanted to live, and escaped from the Han Mansion with her seventeen beloved sisters.

Still at this moment, an ordinary-looking young monk was lying under Han Xinyue's embroidered shoes, and his clothes were already wet with sweat.

Yang Shu stretched his eyelids with difficulty, looking at the strange scene in front of him and the purple orb hanging above his head, but his face showed a knowing smile.

"Master, that maze is really extraordinary, but the disciple still broke free."

"The disciple said, I am your eyes, the Sacred Heart is connected with the pupil jade, break it, pass on everything here, Master, I know you will definitely come."

Before the words fell, two extremely small round pearls suddenly flew out from the eyes of the young man on his back.

The jewel collapsed and turned into a huge pupil, taking in the scene under the dark canopy, and the huge pupil continued to rise, piercing the dark canopy and illuminating the dark place.

This underground palace is actually under the palace of Nazeyang.

In the secret room, a figure shrouded in purple smoke slowly got up.

"The supernatural power is less than the number of days, after all, it is still exposed, there are countless real people in the world, and there are still such resolute people who can break free from the fearful ecstasy of the stars and the moon god sacrifice array passed down by His Majesty Asna."

"It's a pity that once this array is running, the 'feeding' can't be stopped."

"Then let's stop here, this time I will also push the cultivation of this seat to the late stage of interception, and there is still one step away from condensing the prototype of the master, which is already a big profit."

"Hehe, fortunately, this seat has already dealt with it!"

The mysterious man shook his head, and pressed his hand lightly towards the floor of the secret room, and a huge purple handprint pierced through the heavy crust and came to the top of the mysterious dungeon, grabbed the huge eyes, and crushed them.

Through those huge eyes, the mysterious man saw a tall old man with a crown in the courtyard.

"It's... This is Shu'er's Sacred Heart Lianqi Pupil Jade, he actually chose to destroy the Pupil Jade to deliver the news, Shu'er! ”

"Zeyang Palace, King Ming, this seat will definitely pay you for your blood debts."

The old man in the moonlight was furious, he looked at an ancient mirror in front of him that looked like eyes, suddenly got up, and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The wine confucianism slapped the jade talisman and immediately passed a message to Yi Chen.

At this moment, a figure shrouded in a strange purple mist suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

Rumble!

A purple claw shadow slammed into the drunkard's chest.

At the same time, the mysterious figure also received a sword slap from the drunkard.

At this moment, a tall giant city appeared in the eyes of Lin Luo, the deputy general secretary of the Punishment Yamen, and quickly enlarged.

Feeling the huge movement coming from the city, Lin Luo's face changed, and the jade feet wrapped in purple Luo socks were lightly volleyed in the air, and the space suddenly appeared with a strange ripple, Lin Luo saw this and slammed into it fiercely, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the spatial ripples and appeared above the courtyard.

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A few cups of tea time ago.

In the palace group on the periphery of Zeyang Palace, Wu Dazhi, the head of the miscellaneous affairs, has more than a dozen figures in the room, and two people are naked, lying on the ground.

A tall figure patted Wu Dazhi's fat face.

"Dazhi, you are different from others, you are a smart person, I like to talk to smart people."

"Let's talk about His Royal Highness King Ming and the few people who are close to His Highness in detail with me, don't try to hide it, I just got some very interesting things from the brains of those people who searched for souls."

"The information is not right, or there is an omission, but it will be killed." A white star flashed at the corner of the tall figure's mouth, and a huge shadow enveloped a fat man in brocade who collapsed to the ground.

This tall figure is naturally easy to dust.

After separating from the wine Confucian, he Yi Daochang collected wind everywhere, and finally met a buyer from the Zeyang Palace in a green building, and then he used the mimicry ability to step by step Li Dai Taozhuang,

After changing three unlucky eggs, he mixed into the room of the head of the miscellaneous affairs department named Wu Dazhi on the periphery of the palace complex of Zeyang Palace.

The Taoist chief with eight hundred hearts and eyes was afraid that this person would not tell the truth, and the memory extraction ability would inevitably be negligent, so he first coerced Wu Dazhi to summon more than a dozen subordinates to come forward, and after extracting the memories of the unlucky people on the ground, he began to interrogate Wu Dazhi.

"Heroes, heroes, seniors, the little ones must know everything, and the words are endless, but the little ones only know some daily trivial things."

The fat man in brocade trembled like chaff, and a look of mourning appeared on his big face.

Not so long ago, he was

The man who was ridden was a little obese.

Female rider galloping, like flowers.

Then suddenly, a strong man who claimed to be a harrier broke in, pulled out the flower and knocked him unconscious.

After this experience, he was afraid that he would not be able to do it in the future.

"Even if you say it, whether it's useful or not, I know it in my heart."

Yi Chen looked at Wu Dazhi's fat face, and an unfathomable smile appeared on his face.

What he was looking for was a dog leg like Wu Dazhi who had been working in the Zeyang Palace for many years and had a small status.

According to the theory of six degrees of separation, through the medium of six people, everyone in the world can connect with each other.

Yi Chen looked directly in the Zeyang Palace, which was naturally more accurate.

Don't look at Wu Dazhi and these people seem to be useless and have low strength, but the potential information mastered by this group of people is immeasurable, and it all depends on whether someone has the insight to do information mining.

These servants, especially the servant leaders and petty leaders who come out of this cannibalistic environment, are all human spirits.

Those who are not clever and who have no vision are dead.

In the torrent of the world, it is not easy to gain a foothold, and it is even more difficult to ascend to the sky if you want to get ahead.

This group of people has a particularly accurate grasp of the direction of the wind.

Stepping on high and low is just a basic exercise, and a servant who can accurately judge the master's mind can meet the source left and right.

In the courtyard of the deep palace, sometimes the reward is not a reward, the punishment is not a punishment, and it is even more important to distinguish which people cannot be offended the most, and they have to sit in rows.

Wu Dazhi is the Gu King refined from this group of people.

For some reason, Yi Chen always felt that the disappearance of the monk of Zeyang City was really a bit strange.

Strangely, everything made him feel a little too smooth.

Therefore, he wanted to seek some clues through people who were very close to King Ming, anyway, he beat the child on a rainy day, and he was idle.

"Do you mean that His Royal Highness the King, in addition to the dead housekeeper, loves the two favorite concubines of Fairy Muhe and Fairy Bilian, and often sleeps together, but now Fairy Bilian is even more favored, and Fairy Muhe has declined?"

"Not bad." Wu Dazhi thought for a while, and privately added a few names of people who had more contact with King Ming.

Yi Chen rubbed his chin, this Wu Dazhi was also honest, and at this time he also understood that the beautiful female cultivator that King Ming was holding during the day was the so-called Muhe Fairy.

For a while, Yichen couldn't help but gasp.

The Muhe Fairy, who is no longer very favored, looks like this, so what about the Bilian Fairy who has never met?

"Or, find an opportunity, take a bed, no, it's a night attack?"

Yi Chen was undecided in his heart, his favorite concubine was no better than a cow and horse like Wu Dazhi, she must be heavily defended, and there were many prohibitions in the formation of the place where she lived.

After thinking about it, Yi Chen was still ready to give up.

Time was too tight, he didn't need to startle the snake, anyway, he had already inquired about the location of several treasure houses in the Zeyang Palace.

At that time, he and Jiuru and others besieged King Ming, and when the chaos arose, a meow sneaked into the treasure house and accidentally swallowed some property, just catch a little.

He is easy to be long, and he is careless, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

For the errand of helping boxing, he can't do a day job and earn a little bit.

However, he still paid a little attention to the names mentioned by Wu Dazhi and secretly wrote them down.

"Okay, let's take a look at the Shengtian Asking Heart Mirror on the side of the wine confucian, if it's really so good."

Just as Yi Chen was about to retreat, suddenly a powerful fluctuation broke out somewhere in the city, and a few lines of information came from the transmission jade talisman, and Yi Chen's face changed drastically for a while.

The direction in which the explosion sounded was the direction of the drunkard's temporary residence.

He immediately shook his head and rushed towards the source of the sound.

No longer covering his figure, the furious momentum was in full swing, and Yi Chen had already arrived at the scene in seven or eight breaths.

At this moment, it happened that a tall old man was spilling blood in the air, and a huge hole was blown out of his chest, seeing that he was not alive, the mysterious figure flashed repeatedly, and immediately broke through the sky in the distance, and a girl with purple hair and purple eyes walked out of a space in the distance.

"Blanch." Yi Chen's gaze ability is activated, only to find that this time the gaze ability is useless.

At this moment, Lin Luo looked at the mysterious figure who wanted to fly away, and Leng Yan took out a black and white ball and a golden order from his arms, and threw it towards the sky.

"Yin Yang Divine Wind Cover, out!"

"The Great Array of Protectors, Rise!"

In an instant, the huge wall of Zeyang City suddenly bloomed with golden light, wrapping the entire city tightly, like a golden chicken egg, in addition to the black and white light under the golden light film, it was transformed by the black and white ball.

Lin Luo, the deputy general director of the criminal yamen, holds the golden order and has a higher authority to control the big array of a city, except for Xianyang, of course.

Seeing the huge light shield suddenly rising in the sky, the figure of the mysterious figure suddenly froze, and its head drilled into the ground, and disappeared immediately.

"What a gut, where to escape!"

"Yin and yang are born, and all things fly!"

A circle of purple Roland suddenly appeared around the purple-haired girl, her figure flashed, and she immediately chased after her.

After a short time, after a relentless pursuit, the mysterious man who was chased by Yi Chen and the purple-haired girl and had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground got into a dark sky, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

"Lin Luo Daoyou, let's shoot together to break this big array!"

Yi Chen's body was revealed, and the 'Force' holy halberd was suddenly in his hand, so peculiar that he had already recognized the origin of this person, and it was the strong reinforcement mentioned by the wine confucian, the deputy general director of the criminal yamen, Lin Luo.

The overlord rises to the halberd, and the earth is absolutely punished!

The huge halberd light slammed into the purple pearl on the dark sky.

The wind swept and the sky danced vigorously.

Lin Luo fluttered in the air like a hurricane goddess, her purple hair was flying, her sleeves were fluttering, and her plain hands stretched out from her sleeve robe, and she actually waved out black and white streamers, like a humanoid turret, and she was extremely violent.

"Shhh For a while, Yichen couldn't help but gasp.

Under the violent attack of the two, the dark canopy soon cracked apart little by little.

On the strange black rock ground, King Ming was dressed in a gilded robe, high on the throne of corpses, and his face was calm.

(End of chapter)