Zhang Wuyi leaned on a simple wooden cane, and his right eye was covered with a cloth, and approached the archway of the sheep slaughtering market.

Blood had accumulated beneath his feet, meandering in all directions, gurgling into the dull soil. The corpses lay on the ground, their blood-stained clothes raised in the morning breeze like a ragged flag. These are the "reptiles" outside the sheep slaughtering set, thinking that Zhang Wuyi is disabled and can be bullied, and they are slaughtered as a result.

Glancing at the dried corpses hanging on the eaves, Zhang Wuyi flicked the sleeves of his robe with disdain, and walked into the sheep slaughtering market. Although he was seriously injured and had not healed, had a broken leg and was blinded by the breeze in his right eye, the pure and majestic Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qing Qi was still there. It's just a wild town infested with snakes and rats, and I don't pay attention to it.

He went straight all the way and didn't shy away from it. In the tomb-like adobe village on the side of the road, a few barbarians with oily faces rushed out, and before they could speak, they fell under the ejection of the Jade Emperor's Xuanqiong.

The piercing horn sounded one after another, and the barbarians roared angrily and took up the mastiffs, drew their bows and arrows...... and "boomed", the light was dazzling, and the huge Nantianmen Law Picture fell from the sky, razing the entire village to ruins.

A strong bloody aura wafted out, stumps and broken bones were all over the field, and flesh and bones were muddy.

"Untouchables who don't know whether they live or die!" Zhang Wuyi shook his head and walked away.

The morning sun was rising, and the flow of people on Daotou Street was getting mixed, and Zhang Wuyi smelled all kinds of strong odors coming from his nose, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. The shops were opening one after another, and the "creaking" sound of the rusty iron doors made him upset. The top priority is to find Qingfeng and that kid to prevent future troubles.

He swept his gaze, walked into the restaurant opposite, frowned at the oily and smoky tables and chairs, and shouted: "Have the best bowl of noodles, use the cleanest dishes and chopsticks! If you have tea, it would be better—" He was about to say more, but when he saw Xiao Er's smiling yellow board and open teeth, he suddenly felt uneasy, and it was dirty to say more to this kind of untouchable.

"The guest officer has just come from outside, right? According to the rules of our sheep slaughterhouse, you have to pay for food first. Xiao Er glanced at Zhang Wuyi from head to toe, is this a fat sheep, or a dragon crossing the river?

"Rules?" Zhang Wuji sneered, "A group of wild people, ants, insects and rats, are also worthy of talking about the rules with this seat?"

Xiao Er grinned, this guy looked magnificent, it turned out to be a second stunned. "The guest officer doesn't know that the rules of the sheep slaughtering set are set by the four bosses, and the little ones don't dare to make their own decisions. You see," he said to the skull in the center of the street, "and the unruly are lying there." ”

"Smack!" Xiao Er's Heavenly Spirit Cover cracked open and fell to the ground. Zhang Wuyi wiped his hands and snorted: "Something like a dog, dare to threaten this seat?"

The shopkeeper saw that something was wrong, shrunk under the account and wanted to slip away, Zhang Wuyi's cold eyes swept over: "I ask you, have any strangers entered the sheep slaughterhouse in the past two days? One is a seriously injured old man, and the other is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who is quite handsome. ”

"Guest forgiveness, in the next, in the next never seen ......" the shopkeeper nodded and said with a smile, after dealing with it, hurry up and report the news, the guy from outside actually dares to make trouble on the territory of Boss Bai, he's fucking tired!

Zhang Wuyi glanced at him with a smile, and then asked, "Who is the most well-informed here?"

The shopkeeper just wanted to send the plague god away quickly, and replied honestly: "The dumpling shop diagonally opposite, the one with the sign of sesame balls, I heard that it is the 'pigeon cage' that specializes in buying and selling news." ”

Zhang Wuyi didn't say anything, turned around and left. As soon as the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, a Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi shot straight out, piercing through his forehead.

After a long time, Zhang Wuyi held a bronze waist card that had been deformed by force in his hand, and walked out of the secret room of the dumpling shop. The corpses behind him were strewn, blood was splattered on the walls, and the files in the dark were scattered in a mess.

A few steppe barbarians also dare to speak wildly. Zhang Wuji glanced at the spur emblem on the waist card, this place was actually a dark spot of the Dayan Embroidery Division, but unfortunately there was no news of the two of them. Now I can only find a local snake and continue to investigate.

There was a lot of noise outside, Zhang Wuji walked to the door, saw the crowd of people, and ran crazy towards the sheep slaughtering market. Everywhere, the air rises, the clouds are steaming, and the sky is full of brilliance.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuyi grabbed a passerby, and the man pulled out a knife and stabbed him. As soon as Zhang Wuyi urged the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong to clear his breath, the man was full of tears, and he wailed in pain: "Uncle spare his life! Uncle spare his life! It was the Nightmare Lake outside the sheep slaughtering market that came out of the fairy palace, and everyone rushed to grab the treasure! Uncle didn't go quickly, and he didn't even have a chance to drink soup!"

Immortal Palace? Could it be the ruins of the immortal family? Zhang Wuyi's heart was hot when he heard this, and he casually shot this person to death, turned around in a hurry, and rushed into the crowd.

On the shore of Nightmare Lake, the crowd was agitated, and the black and oppressive flow of people was faintly divided into more than ten waves, making it impossible to get through the surrounding areas.

The old burner knife wore a bamboo hat on his head, and surrounded by a group of people, looked at the center of the lake with a distracted look. Thousands of dazzling rays of color shrouded the surface of the lake, illuminating the clear sky, and an antique palace hung underwater, blooming in the indigo waves.

"Dao Gong, this matter is quite strange. On the side of the old burning knife, a middle-aged scholar gently shook the feather fan, and his black lacquered eyes flashed with a contemplative light.

"You say. The voice of the old burning knife was low and powerful, revealing unquestionable majesty.

"The strangeness of Nightmare Lake is well known, and there have been many people watching it over the years, but none of them have gained anything. The scholar muttered, "And now the Immortal Palace suddenly appeared, without warning, and it coincided with the defeat and escape of the Blood River Sect Cui Zhilian, and life and death were unpredictable. There may be a connection between this, and it must be guarded against. ”

The old burning knife was silent for a moment, and said: "The birth of the treasure land, the immortal fate is determined, and it has nothing to do with Cui Zhilian, you are too worried." ”

"Dao Gong, I read all day long and always have anecdotes, but whenever the treasure of the Immortal Mansion is born, there must be a precursor: or the stars change, the celestial phenomena change, or the water surges out of the fire, the geography moves, or someone has relevant bloodlines, exercises, Tibetan maps, and secret keys, which resonate...... It is based on the ruins of the immortal mansion that seem to be determined by heaven, and there is a context to follow. And the present life of this palace is too abrupt, and the auspicious is uncertain, so it is better for the sword to take a step back for the time being......"

"I'm willing to retreat, are they willing to retreat?" Lao Burning Daozi looked at Qinglong, Bai Boss, Du Jieba, and Ma Hua in the distance, and shook his head categorically. The road has always been life-and-death, and taking a step back may not be the sea and the sky, but it may be a cliff.

The surging flow of people continued to converge towards the lake, and the greedy eyes staring at the palace seemed to be brighter than the brilliance of the treasure land. The scholar couldn't help but sigh quietly, the old burner knife is not up, there are others who will meet, who can give up the fat to the mouth?

Especially in the sheep slaughterhouse.

Whether it's a "reptile", a "grass rat", a "wild dog...... , or the white boss, they are cowering in this deformed ghost place, struggling to survive, killing people and being killed, all they ask for is a tomorrow.

"Boss, Qinglong, they invite you over and set the rules together. A large, one-eyed man hurried over and leaned over to pray.

The old burning knife nodded and walked straight away. The scholar hesitated for a moment, stopped in place, and as far as his eyes could see, the crowd was about to move, like restless ants on a hot pot. If it weren't for the old burning knives, their iron-blooded methods in the past would have rushed down the lake long ago.

After a long time, the old burning knife came back, and the scholar hurriedly asked, "Daogong, I don't know ......?"

"There are no rules. The old burning knife slowly lifted the hat, and the wrinkles on his forehead stood up like a cold blade, "After half a burnt incense, everyone can do it, regardless of life or death!"

There was a "plop", and someone entered the water, and they couldn't tell whether they were pushed or couldn't hold it back. As if a little spark splashed into the oil pot, the crowd exploded, and the hungry wolf roared and jumped off the nightmare lake, and swam madly to the palace, regardless of the boss of the sheep slaughterhouse.

"Whoever robs our treasure, we will kill whom!" the old burning knife roared, grabbed the scholar and jumped up, and pounced on the fairy palace. His subordinates followed, like wolves and tigers.

In the artemisia grass in the distance, Zhi Hunt Zhen's clothes were in the wind, standing quietly, until he saw Zhang Wuji's figure also jumping into the lake, he looked back and smiled calmly at the breeze: "Today's collection lives up to the name of slaughtering sheep." ”