There were all kinds of insects chirping and frogs chirping in the wilderness, and the woods not far away were much shorter than the towering trees in the wilderness, but at this moment, Yuan Fu Old Ancestor felt a gloomy and terrifying feeling in his heart, and there was a feeling like a man's back.

Yuan Fu Ancestor took a deep breath, knowing that what he was afraid of was not this environment, but that he was worried about killing the Yang Spirit Dao people and destroying Deadpool's Divine Fire Dao people and did not go far.

Soon, the Yuan Fu Ancestor suppressed his fear, took out a spirit rune, and stimulated it a little painfully.

Under the moonlight, the spirit rune shattered into an illusory lake, only a dozen zhang wide, sparkling, crystalline, and extremely beautiful.

The lake expanded rapidly, reaching a width of hundreds of zhang after a few breaths.

As soon as the waves of the lake stopped, the sound of insects and frogs within hundreds of feet stopped.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

Under the hundred-zhang wide lake, all the small insects, small ants, small snakes, frogs and many other living beings float out of the corresponding beast souls.

All the souls merge into the lake, and the lake turns a dark blue color, and at the same time it looks very eerie.

"Visible!"

Yuan Fu Ancestor screamed softly, and the surface of the lake was like a large picture scroll, and it began to show a picture of activity, and from this moment in front of him, it quickly retreated backwards.

The soul of the mosquito, snake, and mosquito is very weak, and it can't be tossed for a long time, and the little creature itself doesn't have a long memory.

After a few breaths, an illusion appeared on the illusory lake, and Yuan Fu Zhenren was overjoyed and hurriedly threw out the shadow jade.

The picture rewinds quickly, and the details are a little blurry, but the general changes can still be seen at a glance.

Yuan Fu Ancestor was shocked to see that there was no evenly matched fighting method, and both killings were completed in an instant.

There is still three breaths of time to fight with the mysterious nun.

Tongyang Ling's real person is just a face.

"Divine Fire Dao Man, what is sacred?" Yuan Fu Zhenren couldn't figure it out. "Divine Fire Dao person, the flames controlled can burn the magic weapon carcass, could it be the Flame Demon Sect cultivator of the Western Desert Demon Dao?

As soon as the night breeze blew, the Yuan Fu Zhenren who was in deep thought immediately felt that he couldn't stay here for a long time.

He groaned slightly, waved his big sleeves, and put the four fragments of magic weapons in the mud that were of little value into the space inside his sleeves, and then his figure flashed, turning into a rainbow light, almost touching the ground, and flying towards the Purple Altar City, the capital of the Niyue Kingdom.

The moonlight is like water, and the sky is full of stars.

A flash of fire swept through the sky like a meteor, piercing into the clouds, and below was a small city, with streets and houses scattered dozens of miles wide.

There is a custom among the mortals of the Neon Moon Kingdom to make wishes when they see a meteor.

A thatched hut, by the window, under a small dim lamp, a young man bites his pen and ponders.

It just so happened that when he looked up, he saw a meteor as red as fire in the sky, and Wen Si, who was originally like a ball of oars, immediately left it behind and hurriedly made a wish:

"God bless, bless you Uncle Hu, the spring of thoughts, the wonderful pen is full of flowers, a book is a god, the day is ten thousand, and from then on to the peak of life!"

"No, it's Xiao Hu, not Uncle Hu!" Sao Nian blamed himself, he shouldn't have the habit of drinking two cups when writing, and prayed secretly.

I don't want to be called the uncle of the sky, it's really drunken nonsense.

After the wish was made, the year only saw that there was no meteor coming out of the clouds.

"It shouldn't be, it was a meteor just now!"

Sao Nian's flesh was mortal, so naturally he didn't see it, and after the firelight penetrated the clouds, a ghostly mist flew out of the clouds carrying a handsome young man.

Sao Nian's mind was all on making a wish, even if he saw it, it was only outside the sky, the clouds were rolling, and a dark black cloud drifted away and left the team.

The time is not as good as the place, and the place is not as good as the people, this is the view of mortals.

For monks, people are not as good as the location, and the location is not as good as the time.

At night, it is more applicable to the ghost path exercises, He Qi changed the face of the Divine Fire Daoist in the clouds, and used [Gongzi Ruyu] to transform into another handsome young man.

This time, he directly used the ghost path exercises, and in the later stage of the Dragon and Tiger, he was also a master, and his confidence and strength were greatly enhanced, and he had been stung in the space of the Lingyin Zen Temple for three years, condensed several star cores, and could teleport thousands of miles away in an emergency.

Therefore, He Qi is not afraid of walking at night, he really hits a ghost, even if he is defeated, he has a chance to run.

The mortal Sao Nian was biting the pen and thinking about how to conceive the absurdity of the ghost fighting the ghost.

pondering that there must be love between men and women, family affection, brotherly friendship, adventures, sexual encounters, infatuation, and desperation.

Of course, the reality of the world is not too beautiful, no one is perfect, some people look at the glamorous men and women behind the unsightly adultery, the bad guys must be the ones who have to be the ones, and there must be the evil bad guys, and the bad guys can't look too superficial.

Thinking about it, Sao Nian seemed to have a slight clue, but soon Sao Nian quickly fell into a problem.

It's not emotionally rich in itself, and it's very jerky to write love words. Horizontal heart.

"Anyway, adapt to the trend to survive, recently the teahouse listening to books are all violent young people, all like to listen to the story of killing people and pretending to destroy people's whole families, or according to the audience's liking to write!"

In the middle of the night, the ancestor of the Niyue royal family, Prince Wei, was thinking about how to write to the Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty about what happened in the Purple Mandala City tonight.

The Great Jin Dynasty implemented a feudal system, and within the Great Jin Dynasty, there were countless kingdoms of different sizes.

The larger country was the Jin Emperor's own feud, and the smaller country China was divided again by the lord of the smaller kingdom. No matter how big or small, the royal family of the kingdom cannot be hereditary.

Even the position of the Jin Emperor cannot be inherited from generation to generation by a certain family, but is determined by the divine power, and the Jin Emperor divides the royal families of the kingdoms across the country, and it cannot be passed on from generation to generation.

At the beginning of the division, there were hierarchical regulations, which determined that some royal families could be passed on for thousands of years, and some were only allowed to pass on for three generations.

As for whether it can be passed on for a thousand years, or for the third generation, the Jin Emperors of the past dynasties cannot do it completely at will, but there is a set of reward and punishment system from the ancestors.

The Jin Emperor nominally managed the entire Great Jin Dynasty, and had a certain right to bind the various sects of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Regard the Great Jin Dynasty as a secular dynasty, and such as the Niyue Kingdom is the official government of various places.

But there are too many powerful people from all walks of life, and when it comes to the county prince level like the Niyue Kingdom, Yijing can't restrain the powerful people from all over the country at all.

On the contrary, they also have to show favor to the sect forces that depend on these places.

When Yuan Fu Ancestor returned from outside the Purple Altar City, he quickly told the news of the fall of the Yang Ling Ancestor outside the city.

Prince Wei also saw the image on the photo charm, and naturally saw the blood servant released by Ning Junyi.

The Blood Dao Monk has always been the object of strict investigation and hunting.

After thinking about it, Wang Ye Wei decided to report this matter to the Du clan of the Great Jin Imperial Family, but this report is not easy to write, and he can't write it if he takes refuge in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and the Western Desert Demon Dao monks entered the realm but don't know at all, this matter can't be written truthfully, fortunately, the two demon cultivators didn't do evil in the Niyue Kingdom, and the blood cultivators didn't have a large number of blood sacrifice monks and mortals.

(End of chapter)