"It's supposed to be that place. The Yin Sword sensed it, and the sword body trembled slightly.

"It's so easy, I feel a little strange. Ximen Tian was not in a hurry at this time, stood up with the bamboo pillar next to the shed, and slowly walked into the distance.

The town he was in seemed to have been ransacked by the waning moon, and all that was left was specks of blood on the ground, not even corpses. Looking around along the way, all that remains are the ruined walls, the barely recognizable city walls, and many dilapidated buildings.

Ximen Tian looked around, walked to the corner of a wall, jumped up, and landed firmly on the corner. It seems to be a sweep of intentionally or unintentionally, and everything in this town is in full view. It must have been a bustling town and bustling with people, but now only lush vegetation remains.

"There are still a few alive mouths. Ximen Tian jumped down, his eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly the hearts of several refugees who had taken refuge in the ruins were cold.

After so many days of fleeing, they have narrowly escaped the threat of war, and they have long been numbed by the death of countless relatives. Now they only have one desire left, and that is to survive. Under the catastrophe, their lives seem so fragile.

Simon didn't want to care about them, he was just a little interested in the remnants of wine in the wine shop.

As he walked slowly towards the liquor store, he could even feel the sound of breathing that was noticeably heavier as he passed through the street.

The cloud boots made a fine creaking sound on the sand and stones, and the atmosphere became a little subtle in this early summer sunset.

"Don't kill us!" When Ximen Tian lifted the thatch, an exclamation came out. A girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old protected a little boy of eight or nine years old behind her, and her thin body was full of helplessness and fear.

Ximentian's hand pressed the edge of the hat, trying to cover his vision, and was about to pass by her side and walk towards the depths of the wine shop. He knew that there were only a few jars of good wine in the whole town.

"Let go of her. A young voice sounded in Ximentian's ears, and the sword was reflected in the sunlight on the veil of the hat.

As if feeling the glare of the knife, Ximentian's movements paused slightly, but he still ignored him, but leaned over to find the remnants of this dilapidated wine shop.

"It's a pity that the good wine. Entering the wine shop, Ximen Tian pinned the soap veil covering his face behind his shoulder, and looked at the broken wine jar with some regret. He stretched out his hand, picked up a tile with a little old wine, and drank it down.

"In Xiayan is nameless, I don't think Brother Tai is a mortal, why do you turn a blind eye to these poor people?" The young man's voice was full of masculinity, and the blue battle suit was accompanied by a little white lines, looking majestic.

He is one of the peerless geniuses in the mortal realm, and Yan Wuming, who opposes the waning moon everywhere!

"Who's going to care?" Ximen Tian sneered, feeling that the junior behind him was too naïve. How can Yan Wuming know about the current situation? Not to mention that he is a Dao Xuan Great Perfection, even if he is a supreme immortal, he will not want to protect himself in this troubled world.

"I'll take care of it! If you want, come with me to save this common life!" Yan Wuming's tone was excited, and there were faint flashes of swords whistling through his words.

"Why should I go with you to save the common people?" Ximen Tian finished looking for wine and slowly straightened up, but unexpectedly, the hat knocked on the bamboo pole and became a little crooked. He turned his head, straightened his hat, and finally saw the appearance of this junior clearly.

The outfit of the martial arts disciples, the primary magic weapon blue-patterned knife, and the handsome and dashing face with a confident smile are the true portrayal of Yan Wuming.

In a pile of ruins, a mysterious knight and a young man with a knife are so far away from each other.

Yan Wuming looked at the somewhat sloppy but extraordinary knight on the other side, and his mind moved, wanting to see the true face of Ximen Tian under the hat. The moment his mind touched the soap veil, an invisible force blocked it perfectly.

I can't see it...... No, the momentum can't be weak. Yan Wuming thought about it for a while, and released the aura of Dao Xuan Great Perfection, forming a powerful spiritual pressure.

"You'd better mind yourself. Ximen Tian suddenly felt a little funny, and pointed behind Yan Wuming.

As soon as Yan Wuming turned around, he saw a lot of dust outside the town, and hundreds of waning moon masters rushed in.

"Why did you chase so fast!" When he turned around, the mysterious knight who had been standing on the ruins of the liquor store was long gone, leaving only a small flag flying in the wind.

"Yan Wuming, don't fight against the waning moon anymore, you don't have a chance. "The captain at the head has the cultivation of the late stage of Daoxuan, but he is not afraid of Yan Wuming, who is the Great Perfection of Daoxuan. Because, behind him, is the waning moon.

"I'm the son of the stars, the existence that saves the world, how can I surrender to you?" Yan Wuming shouted, his fingertips slashed on the blue-veined knife, and the knife qi shook!

"Be careful!" the Wanyue people made a defensive gesture, and the captain led by him also showed a look of vigilance. This Yan Wuming is not only a cultivation genius of the Hundred Years Dao Xuan Great Perfection, but his strength is also much stronger than that of ordinary Dao Xuan cultivators.

Then, Tsing Yi Yan, the son of the stars who claimed to save the common people, was nameless in a tense atmosphere...... Ran.

"Actually cheating, chasing!" The people of the waning moon looked stunned, and then quickly followed.

"The sons of the stars, they are all immortal cultivators who are close to the Vientiane monks, and they are still like children. Ximen Tian had already teleported to another remote mountain forest, wiping the dust from his cloud boots, as if talking to himself.

"But his personality really gave me some inspiration, and if I didn't know how big the Eight Desolations were, I might be so optimistic. ”

"There's a dragon vein in his body, why don't you kill him. Yin Jian reminded.

"Of course I know, I just want to verify if all immortal cultivators with dragon veins can sense the Human Emperor Mausoleum. Ximen Tian was silent for a moment before giving the answer.

At that moment just now, he really wanted to kill Yan Wuming, even though this junior had no grudge against him. But his intuition told him that this young man in a blue suit could not be killed. What I said was just a perfunctory yin sword.

"A hundred years of cultivation...... If Lan Hui is still there, in the words of the mortal world, he is also an old man. Because Ximen Tian saw through Yan Wuming's bone age at a glance, when he mentioned a hundred years, what he recalled in his mind was the scene when Lan Hui was handed over to Su Guandao a hundred years ago, and he suddenly felt a little unbearable in his heart against Yan Wuming, who was full of fighting spirit.

"A girl, who doesn't cultivate, spends her life plainly. This is my promise to Su Qin. "A lonely shadow, gradually moving away.

As everyone knows, when the three of them meet in the imperial mausoleum, Ximen Tian will feel.