"Since Childe is also visiting the night market, I don't know if I can go with Childe, there are many people on the road. Feng Liu smiled with a smile, with three points of coquettishness, and spoke softly.

"The little girl has already reported her name, I don't know what to call the son?"

Feng Liumei stood beside Chen Fan and spoke shyly, quite like the little girl next door.

"Chen Fan. ”

"Does Childe have a sweetheart?" Feng Liumei walked with Chen Fan, looking at Chen Fan like stars in his eyes.

Chen Fan stopped, froze in place, remembered Li Yuqing, who was still in a coma, and looked at her with anger, a little chilly.

"What do you have to do with it?" Chen Fan said in a deep voice.

"That's it. After Feng Liumei nodded, he looked at Chen Fan affectionately, and said, "Why is the son so cold to the little girl?"

"If you are persecuting Lailai, you don't have to go with me. ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Liumei really didn't speak, and obediently followed Chen Fan to tour this sleepless street at night.

Chen Fan didn't pay attention to her, he looked at her and walked, not caring about the feelings of the wind and willow eyebrows, until dawn, the sky was slightly red.

There is still no intention of closing the night street, but the clerks have changed a batch, and it seems that there is a difference between morning and evening. Although the store is not closed, it has to be replaced.

Just as many clerks were tired from getting off work all night and preparing to rest, dozens of figures fell from the sky and landed all around the city, falling from the sky with fragments of magic weapons, causing many mortals to be shocked.

Chen Fan's face suddenly sank, these figures were all monks, and they looked like they were practicing qi at the eighth or ninth level, and their divine sense was swept away.

There is a sense of familiarity, it should be a Qi cultivation disciple of the Jinshan Sect.

"Immortal...... Immortals?" Feng Liu's eyebrows opened slightly, a little incredulous, and he opened his mouth in a daze.

"This ...... Could it be that the rumors are true...... At the end of the autumn moon, the immortals fell, the immortal weapons were shattered, and the tattooed city was destroyed! And today, it happened to be the last day of the autumn moon. Feng Liumei's face was pale and bitter, and the maid who had followed her all the way had long since disappeared.

Chen Fan felt a violent flow of aura above, his heart tightened, his pupils shrank, and he said in a busy voice: "When is the rumor?"

"It's been almost half a month, and since that rumor began, people began to disappear inexplicably outside the city, and people in the city began to disappear inexplicably a week ago. ”

"The government has photographed a lot of people, and it is said that it has also invited an immortal chief to sit in Wencheng to deter the younger generation. But the situation did not improve, and the immortal chief fought with the villain several times, but failed to kill the villain. ”

"Today happens to be the last day of autumn, maybe we will all die today, although you have a strange temper, but it is better to die with you than to go on the road alone. Feng Liumei's eyes were full of sadness, and he spoke bitterly, with tears in his eyes.

"Where is the Immortal Chief?" Chen Fan silently glanced at Feng Liumei and asked.

"At this time, you should cast a spell at the south gate, I heard that the immortal chief has spent a lot of effort to establish a defensive array, but ......" Feng Liumei wanted to speak and stopped.

"But what?" Chen Fan asked with a frown.

"But the Immortal Chief is injured, and the formation will not be in its heyday. Feng Liumei's tears flowed, a little unwilling, she is only nineteen, it is the year of Fang!

"Sword!" Chen Fan drank in a low voice, and his frightened Feng Liu's eyebrows trembled.

Feng Liumei wiped his eyes blurred by tears, and looked at Chen Fan suspiciously, but found that a sword appeared out of thin air in front of him, floating in the air.

"Immortal, immortal ......" Feng Liumei looked at Chen Fan incredulously, he never thought that Chen Fan, who looked about the same age as himself, was actually an immortal!

"Do you want to die?" Chen Fan stood on the flying sword and said flatly.

Feng Liumei shook her head vigorously, her parents disappeared mysteriously about a week ago, and the huge Feng Mansion suddenly lost its helmsman, and it was shattered, she hadn't avenged her parents yet, and she didn't want to die yet.

Chen Fan pinched it again, manipulated the demonic qi to drag Feng Liumei onto the flying sword, kept gently holding her thin waist with his hand, and immediately flew up towards the south gate.

"Immortal ......" Feng Liumei closed his eyes all the way, he couldn't believe that Chen Fan was actually an immortal, but he didn't seem to be outstanding, if he hadn't restrained the thief with one kick, she wouldn't have the intention of soliciting, let alone ending this ...... Immortal fate.

"Don't think about it, you can't die. Chen Fan said lightly and comforted.

Feng Liumei still closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed quietly. She nodded slightly.

In the south of the city, on the south gate, there is an old man in white who is made of style, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

Behind him, there was not a single soldier in sight, how could mortals compare with immortal cultivators, the city lord Yao Tian asked all the soldiers to go to the streets to comfort the people and control the situation.

There was only one middle-aged man in official clothes standing behind him, his face was full of heroism, and his body was also very strong, obviously a person who practiced martial arts.

Lao Dao raised his eyelids, glanced at the rolling aura above the Tattoo City, opened his mouth with desolate eyes, his voice was not loud but very penetrating, and his voice echoed in the ears of every mortal in the Tattoo City.

"Lao Dao, I am an immortal of the Jinshan Shangzong, and I was ordered to guard the Wencheng for a hundred years, and I am blessed by one side, and now the Wencheng is a catastrophe, and the Lao Dao is the first soldier to bless the people of Wencheng...... No difficulty!"

"The people of Wencheng, the old man is a Song Dao person, remember to come to a few more jars of wine on the old man's sacrifice day!"

Then he kept pinching his hands, his already snow-white hair fell out quickly, and the wrinkles on his face slowly deepened.

A pale blue light curtain suddenly appeared along the place about three zhang outside the city wall, and quickly spread around the Pattern City, forming a cover to cover the Pattern City.

But this light curtain is a little dim, not particularly bright, like paper paste, giving people a sense of shattering at the touch.

Wen Song Lao Dao quickly slammed his chest a few times with both hands, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and pinched the trick to knock the spurted essence blood into the light curtain. Suddenly, the light curtain became brighter, and the aura was compelling.

"Wen Song, you are just an inner disciple sent by the Jinshan Sect to guard this place, and you haven't even built a foundation after so many years of cultivation. Why don't you come to my Black Soul Sect and ensure that you step into the foundation building in ten years!" A strange voice came from the sky, like metal rubbing, very ugly and harsh.

"Hmph! The old way knows that the spiritual root is average, since he can't step into the foundation, the old way will naturally not force it! As for your Black Soul Sect, it's just a land of Yuer, a sect that doesn't enter the stream, and the old way is not rare!" Wen Song said coldly, although his momentum was not as strong as before, he straightened his waist and coughed twice from time to time.

"I don't know whether to live or die! I will refine all the people in the Pattern City and refine them into a million ghost sails!" The ugly voice came out again, and then more than thirty Qi Cultivation Tenth-Layer Cultivators flew out from above, all of them all commanding the magic weapons, ready to smash towards the light curtain.

Seeing this, Wen Song's face was like ashes, and he turned to the city lord Yao Tian and spoke bitterly.

"City Lord, the poor Dao cultivation is still shallow, and he can't continue to protect the people of Wencheng City, when they break through the defensive array, the old Dao will drag them down for some time, hurry up and organize the people to escape!"

"Remember, a few more shares, not a group of dozens or so, fleeing separately, only then they may have a chance to live. ”

Yao Tian looked at this old Taoist priest who was too old with complicated eyes, this god-like existence in the hearts of the people of Wencheng, and nodded with a wry smile.

"There is Lao Xianchang, since I sat as the city lord, the immortal chief has been blessed in the city for more than 30 years, time flies quickly, I didn't expect that I am also over half a hundred years old. Thanks to Shangxian for helping several times over the years, otherwise Wencheng would have been destroyed several times. ”

"Xiaobei, go, tell everyone to run apart, no longer have illusions, Dachen Guowen City, one hundred and fifty years after the city's establishment, today's ...... The city is broken!"

Yao Tian closed his eyes and finished speaking in a trembling voice, with a touch of indescribable sadness.

A young man in his twenties, wearing black and shiny armor, looked at Yao Tian with tears in his eyes, turned around and ran away.

And Yao Tian knelt down, looking at the City Lord's Mansion behind him, tears flowing silently. Wen Song didn't interfere with him either, just sighed silently.

A few days ago, he asked the Jinshan Sect for help, but he received the news from the Jinshan Sect that he would have to wait a few days before an increase in troops would arrive, and now he was at war with the Cutting Autumn Alliance, and there was no manpower in the rear.

Can...... How can he hold on for a few days? If he builds a foundation, he can still go around for a few days, but he is only practicing Qi and building a foundation in half a step! Being able to drag on these days is already the result of his best efforts.

"Let's get started. ”

With an order, more than thirty Qi cultivators shot out in unison, and dozens of various magic weapons flashed and smashed towards the protective light curtain.

The light curtain obviously couldn't withstand such a fierce attack for long, and it had begun to shake and twist a little.

At this time, the pine seemed to feel something, and looked towards the city fiercely.

A young man flew in with a beautiful woman in his arms and stopped steadily at the south gate. The man and woman who flew from the sword were Chen Fan and Feng Liumei.

"Liu Mei?" Yao Tian called out in disbelief.

"Is it Uncle Yao?" Feng Liumei in Chen Fan's arms opened his eyes in surprise, and when he saw that he had landed, he happily ran towards Yao Tian.

"What kind of sect is Daoyou?" Wen Song looked at Chen Fan a little nervously. For some reason, he just couldn't see through Chen Fan's specific cultivation, and could only feel that he was a demon cultivator.

"Autumn Dream Demon Cultivation One Vein, Daoist Friend is injured in the body, take it! It's just some things that can't get into the table, I'll just do the rest." Chen Fan threw a healing Ziqing Pill, and then flew up with his sword again, pointing directly at the storm in the sky.

"Who is that?" Yao Tian was shocked in his heart and asked with a willow eyebrow.

"His name is Chen Fan, I didn't know he was an immortal before, and he doesn't seem to be from our Great Chen Kingdom. Feng Liumei shook his head and said the only thing he knew.

The protective array laid by the old Dao of the Pattern Song was directly ignored by Chen Fan, and he flew out, standing outside the light curtain, and looked at the more than thirty tenth-level Qi cultivators indifferently.

"You Black Soul Sect like refining mortal souls so much? Coincidentally, I like the souls of you monks!" Chen Fan opened his mouth in a deep voice, and immediately grabbed his right hand out of thin air, and a tenth-level Qi cultivator struggled to be captured by him with demonic qi.

Later, Chen Fan used the soul refining skill, although the soul of the tenth-level cultivator of refining and refining qi was no longer of much use to Chen Fan, there would still be some refinement.

"Demon Cultivator, wait with me and destroy him!" The piercing sound in the cloud came again, and then a figure covered in black gas flew out.

"Zhuji ghost corpse?" Chen Fan's heart tightened, and he saw the reality of the black shadow at a glance, and then sneered.