Even though the wind and sand were blowing in his face, Zhuge Chen was still in the clouds, covering his body with sword qi and walking against the wind.

Although there is no amazing scenery in the demon cave, to be honest, there are scenery everywhere. But even if Zhuge Chen likes the new and doesn't get tired of the old, he also has the intention of leaving the demon cave in his heart.

The world's great landscapes didn't feel so eye-catching in the past, but now when they are compared, they are judged.

It's no wonder that the evil royal family always wants to fight the demon cave to dominate the world, and Zhuge Chen is the one with the highest cultivation here, so the means must be tougher.

Since survival is involved, it has nothing to do with morality.

A trivial incident from the past flashed in Zhuge Chen's mind, when he was still the God King of Zhuge at that time, he was between the mountains and rivers, and he walked all the way to practice, so he never devoted himself to the path of cultivation.

It's not necessary.

On the trail of the mountaineering, he passed by an old man in a Confucian shirt and listened to the man mutter.

It is said that all useless dogmas are clichés pondered by the immortals on top, and there are no blessings for the people in the world.

I heard it at first, but now I think it's true.

He even felt that the identity of the Confucian shirt was absolutely transcendent, and the reason was very simple.

The distance was so close, he still couldn't feel the slightest bit of the other party's existence. Either he is an ordinary person, or his realm is so high that he has to look up.

It seems that there are still more masters in the world, and the bored Zhuge Chen thought. Then he smiled helplessly, it seems that the chess game against his original intention was indeed quite effective.

He wouldn't have thought that way before, but whether the result was good or bad would take time to tell.

There is no basis for words.

I don't know how far I went, Zhuge Chen still didn't see Wang Daxue and his party, so he simply swept down and was no longer in the clouds.

It doesn't matter if you can't touch it, it's a big deal that you raise your sword to the sky and wantonly wield your sword energy, and you can't believe that Wang Daxue can't detect it.

But it's better not to take this convenient method, otherwise with his extremely strong sword qi, I don't know how many evil spirits will be attracted. If the realm is lower, it's naturally fine, and if you're not afraid of getting into trouble, you can raise your hand and kill it. If he really can't do it, he will leave, the sky and the earth are big, and the evil can't catch him.

But if there is a bamboo basket to draw water, or even the evil of the realm of the Dao realm, it is smart and misunderstood. Of course, he can escape, but Wang Daxue and the others don't have this ability.

With his feet on the ground, Zhuge Chen raised his hand and put the cyan sword qi that had just followed behind him into his fluttering sleeves.

And the dragon that had been making his home in his big sleeves may have disliked the sword qi too much and disturbed his sleep, so he took this opportunity to soar and landed on Zhuge Chen's shoulder.

It has to cherish this rare opportunity to come out to bask in the sun, only to see it curled up lazily, stretched out its little paws and gently scratched Zhuge Chen's body.

Unexpectedly, this grasp tore Zhuge Chen's white clothes, not to mention, but also cut his shoulder, and in a breath, blood oozed out, staining the wound red.

Jiaolong, who had a heart with Zhuge Chen, knew in his heart that his master loved Bai Yi, so he pretended to be innocent, carefully approached Zhuge Chen's face, and licked it as if flattering.

Zhuge Chen, who was amused by Jiaolong's cute appearance, was also helpless, and he didn't mean to blame it at all, just changed into a set of white clothes.

Jiaolong wanted to retract into his big sleeves, but Zhuge Chen picked up his tail and pulled it out, put it back on his shoulder, and rewarded him with a natal sword qi that would not be left for it at all on weekdays.

For sword cultivation, although the natal sword qi is extremely precious, it is a rare thing that can be used a little less. Fortunately, Zhuge Chen didn't have to worry about this, his sword qi was not only enough to squander, but also accumulated as a matter of heart.

As the bearer of sword qi, the truth that when the water is full, it is overflowing is of course applicable to him. The extra one, rather than collapse in the air, should be left to Jiaolong and make the best use of it.

Zhuge Chen looked at the dragon who was feasting and said jokingly: "Look at your fragrant look, it's really embarrassing for me." ”

Jiaolong showed a shy expression, but it was a little unbearable to look at directly.

Zhuge Chen flicked his finger lightly on the top of the dragon's head, and said helplessly: "A good dragon species has made me raise the appearance of a flying snake." You can't be a little ferocious? at least like a dragon!"

Jiaolong nodded, then raised half of his body and opened his teeth to grasp. It's just that it still looks like a flying snake, which is incompatible with the fierce image of the dragon.

Zhuge Chen, who was helpless, scratched his head, made up his mind not to mention this matter in the future, and continued to say: "Why don't I give you a name, it will be convenient to call it in the future." ”

Jiaolong's eyes widened and he nodded again and again. In its simple thinking, it would have been a blessing to get a name.

It's just that the next moment it's regretted.

"Or I'll call you Xiao Jiao!" Zhuge Chen said with a smile, not forgetting to stroking Jiaolong's body proudly.

Jiaolong let out a low dragon roar, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Zhuge Chen felt something, and asked cautiously: "Then it's called Xiaolong, okay." ”

He was still answered by a low dragon roar.

As a result, Zhuge Chen slapped Jiaolong's head on the head, and said in an extremely resolute tone: "Do you dare to bargain with me?

After all, Jiaolong was still very afraid of his master in his heart, so he had to lie down and curl up in a ball again. No matter how Zhuge Chen teased it, he refused to raise his head again.

Seeing that Jiaolong really ignored him, Zhuge Chen continued to sweep forward quickly, and billowing smoke and dust were set off behind him.

......

Yuncheng is considered to be beautiful in the Demon Cave, and many royal families have come here. In addition, the women in this place are particularly beautiful, and they have attracted many young people from the royal family.

Although it is called a stroll to enjoy the scenery, in fact, everyone knows what they are asking for.

But this kind of thing can't even be called dirty in the devil's cave, even if it is talked about as an after-dinner chatter, everyone just laughs and tacitly understands it.

There is a viewing tower in Yuncheng, called King's Landing Tower, and you know that only the most noble royal family in the royal family can enter it.

Today, on the roof of the King's Landing, there is a young man with an extremely handsome face, but there is some gloom in his eyes, standing against the railing. Behind it, two other demons stood.

Looking at the middle-aged sword at his waist, he was dressed in purple and had an extraordinary bearing. The other was an old man, dressed in a somewhat funny robe, with a wicked smile on his lips all the time.

The young man stood on the commanding heights of this Yuncheng and looked down, and said with an expressionless face: "There is news that two Heavenly Mandates have died on the border, and one of them is still the "Golden House in the Book" that has long been famous. ”

The old man still said with an unpleasant smile: "The death of the Golden House is not to blame for others, his righteousness is a little excessive, how can it be smooth sailing in us?"

The middle-aged man in purple retorted: "Ah Yongga, I really don't like to hear your words, what do you mean if you are too righteous and deserve to die? I was fortunate to meet the Golden House, and his character made me look up to the mountains!"

The old man sneered: "It's just a rotten Confucian! If I meet him when I was young, I have to train him to be a puppet of mine, and I don't have to wait until now to die!"

The young man patted the jade fence and made a crisp sound.

He reminded lightly: "Ayongga, the dead are the greatest, and the mouth accumulates virtue. ”

The old man hurriedly lowered his head and said yes, but he still squinted and glanced at the middle-aged man in purple. Among them, the provocation goes without saying.

"Guess if the people who killed the Golden House will come to Yuncheng?" the young man suddenly asked.

The old man replied sincerely: "The old slave doesn't know. ”

As if he had expected this answer for a long time, the young man turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in purple and asked, "What do you think, Hara Khan?"

The purple-clothed middle-aged man named Hara Khan spoke: "Since they have killed the Golden House, I think their goal has almost been achieved, and there is no need to continue to take risks. Not to mention that although Yuncheng is not located in the hinterland and adjacent to the imperial capital, after all, there are royal families here all the year round, which can be regarded as extremely dangerous. ”

The young man laughed but did not speak.

The old man Ayonga asked inexplicably: "What did the little master know? ”

The young man spoke, "Believe me, they will come." Having tasted the sweetness of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, they can't accept it when they see it!"

"What does the little lord mean?" asked Ayongga, "Could it be that you want to wait for the rabbits and kill them?"

"I can't wait, I should take the initiative, my saber can't wait. After the young man finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs, and behind it, followed by the old man and the middle-aged man in purple.

......

Zhuge Chen stood alone outside Yuncheng City, preparing to enter the city with the crowd.

Ten miles away, he vaguely saw the beautiful scenery here that made people shine. After walking for such a long time, I saw the yellow sand and red beans that were not very special, which was really boring.

And there was no one to talk to him, but there was a little Jiao who could bring him some fun. didn't expect Jiaolong to ignore him at all, and let him be entangled in every way and just sleep.

Even if he finally took out his natal sword qi as bait, he still couldn't let Xiao Jiao get up.

The angry Zhuge Chen jumped to his feet and scolded: "Lao Tzu raised a white-eyed dragon!"

All in all, the loneliness of these few days almost drove him crazy.

Now that he has finally encountered a city that barely penetrates his eyes, how can he not be happy? Leave other things aside for the time being, and let him feast his eyes on it.

Besides, there must be a slightly higher level of evil in the city. As long as he kills it easily, it won't delay the business.

Walking on the avenue in the city, Zhuge Chen didn't look at the scenery very well, but he was dizzying.

I have seen countless rivers and mountains before, and I don't feel how magnificent. Who would have thought that this is not such a scenery now, but it is so attractive in his eyes.

In the final analysis, it's just four words, and time is running out.

Walking along the street, Zhuge Chen was surprised to find that the evil cults in this city were generally more human.

Didn't you accidentally enter the imperial capital?

"Who is this, born so handsomely, he must also be a member of the royal family, right?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

The frightened Zhuge Chen turned his head and saw three people, namely a young man, a middle-aged man and an old man.

And they all look like human beings, especially the young man, who looks like him.