Swept by thousands of miles of dark clouds, Panlong Town stood silently like a lonely reef in the raging sea.

Zhou Zhe stood at the top of the north gate of the town, his hair and sleeves dancing wildly in the wind, like a flag planted on the reef, not far from his hand, Qian Fuzi sat cross-legged on the city wall, and the golden silk threads composed of Yuan Ling were connected to the city wall from under him, and then spread to every corner of the town, maintaining the operation of the city-connecting array.

"Tianqing Division Cabinet Zhou Zhe, send the White Sea Sacrifice Tianzuo Si Mo Qiuyang back!" Zhou Zhe stood on the city wall, and said loudly to the sea of clouds that covered the sky and the sun, the voice traveled through a distance of 100 zhang, and reached the heavens, no matter the thunder and lightning roared in the distance, it could not suppress its voice to a single cent, with its back to Liancheng, what anyone said, this heaven and earth must listen carefully.

There was a tumbling in the sea of clouds, and an old man in white clothes and white boots stepped out of the air, and the thick clouds behind him gave way, and the thunder and lightning were low.

The old man stood on the cloud head and overlooked the entire town, and said to Zhou Zhe with a smile: "You are the child chosen by my senior brother? ”

It turned out that Mo Qiuyang, the left priest under the Baihai Grassland, was actually the junior disciple of Li Chunhao, the Great Zhou Tianqing Si Ge Kui! From today onwards, I am afraid that this secret will be known to the whole world.

"The family teacher has broken off with you when Mr. Mo betrayed the Tianqing Division, and now, on behalf of the Great Zhou Imperial Court, I give a solemn warning to you about driving the clouds across the border, and I also ask you to leave quickly, so as not to meet the swords," Zhou Zhe did not give an inch, and said loudly, "If you insist on not retreating, then the masters and family teachers of the four armies in Zhenbei are on the way here, why don't you stay here for a while, and then go to Shengjing City with me to enjoy the Shoushan Juhai." ”

Above the clouds, Mo Qiuyang smiled dumbly, shook his head and said: "As rumors, the next pavilion leader of Tianqing Division is a quirky little guy, who will come as soon as he opens his mouth, my senior brother has been cautious all his life, and he has never been willing to take half a step in Shengjing City for the sake of the Zhenguo Star Map, how could he come all the way to come here to meet my old friend, at most I will hand you one or two treasures that can stand and talk with me, as for those few people in the Zhenbei Army, I am afraid that they will not be able to get out of their bodies at this moment, and Miyun Pass has not been peaceful recently." ”

Zhou Zhe's face sank, knowing that what he said had been seen through by the other party, if Li Chunhao could really come here, he would not have taken great pains to set up a large array in the town back then, as for the Zhenbei Army, it was time for the annual threshing grass of the grassland tribes, and this year, I heard that two of the newly promoted Baihai Four Kui were involved! The pressure on the border pass was particularly huge, and there was really no manpower to support Panlong Town.

At this time, the town was a veritable lonely city.

Seeing that Zhou Zhe was no longer speechless, Mo Qiuyang said with a smile: "I came here to kill people, as long as you let me spend some time in this town to find something, I will turn around and leave." ”

"What Mr. Mo is looking for, but a stone?" Zhou Zhe said with a slight smile, "Then please forgive me for not daring to obey my fate, the star stone is a treasure of the country, and Zhou Zhe really doesn't dare to give it to outsiders." ”

Mo Qiuyang nodded, looked at the town below and said with a smile: "If it was Li Chunhao sitting here today, or if it was Yu Zhen girl with a lot of blood, I would definitely turn around and leave, but if it was you, the old man would definitely have to give it a try." ”

Zhou Zhe knew that the two of them were still talking about the collapse and there was no room for maneuver, so he untied the mountain and sea gourd on his waist and held it in his hand, and said solemnly: "Please give me advice!"

At this time, Zhou Zhe finally called Mo Qiuyang his uncle for the first time, undoubtedly wanting to psychologically cause him to bully the small, Mo Qiuyang, who saw through this, shook his head and smiled, and did not put it in his heart, put a hand in front of him, palm up, and then gently turned down, and said in his mouth: "Then let's see if the Liancheng Formation in your hand can block my lead cloud and ink technique." ”

As soon as the words fell, as Mo Qiuyang's palm fell, a small piece of the ink-stained thick cloud seemed to be unable to bear its own weight anymore and fell from the clouds.

This small piece of thick cloud was completely black, and it looked very small in the sky, and when it fell above everyone's heads, it turned out to be one-tenth of the entire town!

At the moment when it was about to smash into Panlong Town, a golden light flashed in the sky above the town, like a layer of heavy armor, steadily blocking the clouds above the town.

At the same time, Qian Fuzi snorted, his originally tall figure seemed to bend down slightly, and a red tide appeared on his face, obviously the pressure was not light.

The smile on Mo Qiuyang's face remained unchanged, and another broken cloud fell from the dark clouds, followed by two, three, four, and countless pieces, and the clouds rained down!

"My lead cloud is hanging ink, each broken cloud is equivalent to the weight of a lead block of the same size, ranging from 10,000 catties to hundreds of thousands of catties, it is useless to use it to test the fighting method alone, but if it is used to siege the city, or break the defensive position as it is now, it is barely effective, I don't know what the nephew thinks?" Mo Qiuyang spoke, casually pulled down a small piece of cloud, and after the comparison, it was pinched into the shape of a recliner, and the whole person fell asleep, looking extremely leisurely.

And Qian Fuzi was not so good at this time, he felt that his old waist was almost about to break, heavy clouds like mountains gradually piled up over the entire town, the golden shield became more and more unbearable, and even began to bend in many places, it seemed that it would explode in the next moment!

Zhou Zhe sighed, stretched out a hand and put it on Qian Fuzi's shoulder, and the rolling Yuan Ling entered Qian Fuzi's body along his arm, and the Liancheng Great Array became stable again.

As the dark clouds thickened on the top of the town, gradually, the whole town had dimmed and lost the day, like eternal night, the townspeople shrank in their rooms, looking at the apocalyptic scene outside the house, some scolded angrily, some were frightened, and prayed that the immortal master in the town could defeat the demons from the grassland.

Gradually, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Zhou Zhe's face, his entire body continued to sink, and his body changed from standing upright to kneeling on one knee, and at this time, the thousands of miles of dark clouds outside the town consumed less than one-tenth!

Just when everyone began to despair, Zhou Zhe, who was already close to the ground with his face, suddenly saw a green sprout emerge from the stone crack of the city wall.

It's late autumn, so why are there such vibrant, green sprouts?

Just when Zhou Zhe didn't think about it, another green sprout emerged from his feet, followed by thousands of new sprouts rushing to the top!

These green shoots were only the length of a thumb at first, and then in the blink of an eye, they were already more than a person tall, and then they turned into towering giant vines!

In an instant, the array of cities was full of golden light! The sea of clouds was turned into bursts of green smoke like butter in a pot, and drifted away!

An old monk dressed in sackcloth slowly walked up the stairs and walked to Zhou Zhe and Qian Fuzi to stand still.

"The poor monk withered in the sea, and the tutor once again led Mr. Mo's high tricks. ”