The sun is setting, and dusk is fast approaching.

When the light on the horizon of the sky gradually sank, and as the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared in every corner of the world, many places and many people in this continent were also hiding their hearts, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the outcome of the battle for the Xuanwu List that was concerned by the whole world in ten days.

Bi Shuilan never came out after returning to her residence, locked herself in the house and didn't see anyone, even the little girl who had been with her since she was a child was blocked out of the door.

The Blood Tiger returned to the high pavilion of the deep palace when it was dark, its tall body wandering aimlessly outside the house, occasionally looking at the closed window door of its little master, its originally brutal and bloody eyes would have a trace of tenderness and worry.

When the wind gradually rose, the lights suddenly went out in the blue room, as if he had fallen asleep.

Only then did the Blood Tiger slowly retreat his figure and hide in the darkness to stand silently.

The night became very quiet, and many teachers and students went to the Xuanwu List, either to guard in front of the list, or to join the battle in the Jiangshan Society, so that tonight's Heaven and Earth Divine Academy became much more deserted than before.

Even the guards patrolling the temple didn't seem to see much.

Therefore, when the two figures outside the courtyard crossed the blue-brown gate of the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard with a body full of wind and dust, drove all the way in, and went along the path to the direction where the Xuanwu List was located, it became very smooth and unobstructed.

A small black donkey walked in the dark night on foot, and the hooves under its feet ticked on the bluestone streets of the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard, very rhythmically.

The corners of its mouth drooled, its eyes widened, and it looked around as if it was curious about everything around it.

When the little donkey raised its head and saw the map of the country and mountains that was lying high in the sky, almost occupying half of the sky, and blooming in the dark night, it showed a trace of profound light in its eyes, and then kept shaking its head up and down while trotting, as if it was very satisfied with the map.

When the little donkey saw the color of the brush and ink between the pictures of the mountains and rivers rolling up the wind and clouds, changing the rules of the world in the picture with an extremely mysterious power, the light in its eyes was even greater, and the depths of its pupils were full of amazement, as if it had seen something very remarkable, and then its mouth opened wider, as if it wanted to scream.

At this time, the girl sitting on the back of the little donkey, wearing a white dress and a gentle and delicate face, suddenly stretched out her right hand, and then gently patted its head to signal it to be quiet.

The girl also saw the picture of the country, and the depths of her pupils seemed to hide a round of moon, bright and bright.

Her gaze tried her best to go up, as if she could pass through the rich layer of pen and ink power outside the Jiangshan Sheji map, and saw the world in the picture, and it didn't take long for the corners of her mouth to show a bright and moving smile.

It's as if you've seen something familiar.

After walking a little further, the little donkey carried the girl on his back to a dark shadow room only a hundred zhang away from the Xuanwu List, where the terrain was high and suitable for distant viewing.

In addition, this place is a little remote, so it is not easy to be disturbed.

So the little donkey stopped, and when the girl came down, he lazily stretched his neck and yawned, and then lay down on the spot, twisting his neck and looking around, as if bored.

Suddenly, the little donkey's eyes looked into the darkness behind him, where there was a muffled sound of horses' hooves.

The moon-like girl also turned her head, and then she saw a man on a white horse walking on a path deep in the night.

The man was dressed in the robes of the eunuchs of the Tang Dynasty, wearing a high hat, with wide eyebrows and eyes, and a cold face, which was deeper than the night.

There was no knife in his hand, but his eyes were full of knife intent.

Even if you are riding on a white horse, there is no other movement, but it still makes people feel a momentum like a blade.

Looks like it's hard to mess with.

But the girl was not so frightened, but gave a warm smile to the man who was approaching.

The man on the horse stopped suddenly, and the sound of the horse's hooves faded away, and he dismounted and stood still not far from the girl.

He tucked his hands between the wide cuffs, his posture straight, like a big knife cutting through the sky.

He didn't speak, but nodded to the girl after adjusting his breathing slightly.

Then he quickly turned his eyes to the little donkey.

On the endless avenue beyond the Yangtze River, it was this little donkey who hung himself far behind, allowing himself to whip his horse, and even urging the horse forward with real strength, but he could not widen the distance between each other by a fraction.

Is this really just a little donkey?

The man's eyebrows were raised, condensed, and wrinkled into the shape of a knife on his forehead.

At this time, the little donkey was squeezing his eyebrows with the white horse in the dark, and when he saw that the owner of the white horse seemed to be looking at himself, he immediately grinned at the donkey, and gave it the most sincere and honest smile, and the two rows of big white teeth were very eye-catching in the dark, with a few pools of brushed hara, which was a little ridiculous and funny.

The man's brow furrowed even deeper.

But the girl stretched out her hand again at this time, and gently patted the little donkey's head, so in the night wind, the clever little donkey quickly twisted slightly, and rubbed its head between the girl's palms, and then withdrew the donkey's eyes, pulled the corners of its mouth, and fell asleep in the night.

Soon there was a slight snoring in the night wind.

The girl shook her head, very helpless, and turned her eyes to the map of the country and mountains above the sky again.

The eyebrows were lightly raised, and suddenly they unfolded, and the emotions were inexplicable.

The man on the side of the white horse had also withdrawn his eyes at this time, and the sword light surged between his eyes, and he walked all the way through the darkness, only staying for a moment between the layers of pen and ink on the horizon, and then looked at the camp of the nine thousand masters of the Dao who stood in front of the Xuanwu List.

Even he, when he felt the terrifying coercion emanating from the nine thousand Fellows, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, as if he was a little incredulous.

There was a hint of hesitation and hesitation in his eyes.

His crossed hands, which were cuffed into the cuffs, suddenly parted and placed them straight at his waist, his left hand standing still, and the palm of his right hand rolled up, and soon became a fist.

There was nothing under the fist, but when his right fist tightened slightly, there was soon a slight sound of a knife.

Then his right fist was pointed diagonally at the ground, as if holding a knife.

With a knife in his hand, his posture stood even straighter.

The trace of hesitation and hesitation between his eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was replaced by a stronger sword intent.

Under the sword intent, there is the will to fight.

At this moment, even if tens of millions of people were in front of him, he dared to swing his knife.

Because he came from the Tang Kingdom, he crossed thousands of miles to show his sword on the shore of this Jiangxin Lake.

The girl suddenly turned her head to look at the man in front of the white horse, and stared at his right fist for a long time, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The little donkey, who had already fallen asleep, also woke up, and sucked the saliva from the corner of its mouth, its pupils constricted slightly, as if it was dazzled by the light of the knife.

The night was silent, with the deep chill of this point in time.

The white horse was always quiet, like his master.

The little donkey soon fell asleep again, with the familiar sound of snoring.

There was no one between the shadows who spoke, and they were silent in place, waiting or looking at each other.

And between the realms in front of the Xuanwu List, Zhou Exception, Li Qingshan, Bian Zhiwei, and the Nine Thousand Hedao masters behind him were not so idle.

Since those human monks entered the Jiangshan Society map, almost every hour, patches of blood would light up between the brushstrokes and inks in the air, which was the distress signal in the Jiangshan Society map.

At this time, in the middle of the night, the light on the thick book in Zhou Zhi's left hand surged, illuminating the blood-colored position in the sky, and rescuing the human monks who gave the signal one by one.

The golden light between the fingers of the Nine Thousand Five Realms also flickered constantly, penetrating the vertical and horizontal flow between the pen and ink, and I saw that in the distant sky, countless golden lights passed through like a swimming dragon, and every time it fell in the air, it would bring out a human monk.

Those were either badly injured, dying, or simply frightened.

After landing, there was a medical officer from the seminary who had been here early in the morning to treat him.

When the night was deeper, Zhou Exception glanced at the sky, and there was finally no blood between the pen and ink of the Jiangshan Society Map, so the light on the thick book in his left hand converged slightly, his eyes were slightly condensed, and there was a trace of tiredness between his eyes.

He turned his eyes to look at the monks who had given up their qualifications and were forcibly rescued, and there was no trace of the seminary students among them, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy nodded, feeling very satisfied.

Li Qingshan, the master of the Beast Riding Zhai, withdrew his distant eyes, he quietly glanced at Zhou Zhi's expression, and said with a smile: "The students of the Divine Academy have Zhou's teachings, and their performance is really good, they have been in the Jiangshan Society for almost a year, and there is not a single escapee. ”

Zhou Ji showed a rare faint smile, he put up the long pen in his right hand, and wrote lightly: "It's not all my credit, the students of the seminary have their own pride in it." Since this is our home turf, how can they be left behind and become a deserter?"

Li Qingshan smiled and nodded, saying yes again and again.

Bian Zhiwei pursed his lips on the side and sneered: "Maybe there are already students who have died in it, but it doesn't have to be...... They are afraid of Zhou's reputation and know that there will be heavy penalties if they come out first, so they forcibly hold on to death, so that in the end, they are unable to catch it and die in the picture. ”

Zhou Wei looked at the sky with both eyes and ignored him.

It's just that the long pen in his right hand is slightly clenched, and a rich smell of ink suddenly appears at the nib of the pen that has been dry.

Bian Zhiwei frowned when he smelled the ink fragrance, he shrugged his nose and took a step back behind Zhou Exception without moving.

The right palm was suddenly raised and placed flat on the side of the waist, and a blood-red tide had risen in the palm.