Chapter Seventy-Eight: Although Thousands of People Are Gone
The black and oppressive sky, as if it was about to be pressed down, combined with the dilapidated ruins of the moat, cast a shadow on the hearts of Xiang Yun and Bai Qian.
Xiang Yun suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen in a book before, and he unconsciously read it.
"Although tens of millions of people are gone!"
The sound is as loud as thunder!
And his angry roar seemed to make the sky that was already ready to go unable to contain the momentum, and a heavy rain fell like this.
Bai Qian was also infected, and also roared angrily, "Where my heart is, although tens of millions of people will go to me!"
The two of them continued to hurry, and the haze caused by the black oppressive sky just now was also swept away.
The desire of the heart, although tens of millions of people go to me!
One sentence is enough, this is their determination, no matter the Longtan Tiger's Lair in front of them, the sword mountain and the sea of fire, they will always break through, even if they die because of this, what does it matter!
There are some morals, but we still have to stick to them!
The inn was not far away, and the two arrived soon, looking at the door of the inn, Xiang Yun calmed down, pulled Bai Qian, who wanted to make a move, and signaled him not to act rashly.
Instead, he walked into the inn calmly, the inn looked peaceful, and there was nothing wrong with it, but Xiang Yun could already feel the murderous intent hidden in it.
At the moment when Xiang Yun and Bai sneaked in, suddenly an earthy yellow light sealed the entrance of the door.
Murderous intent is emerging!
Xiang Yun was not surprised at all, but smiled at this juncture, "Come out!" he said lightly, as if discussing something ordinary.
And in the next second, the cold ice sword was already in his hand, he rubbed the sword body, and the corners of his mouth pulled an arc, "Friend, I haven't drunk blood for a long time!"
On Bai Qian's side, a simple jade flute appeared out of thin air, which was held in his hand, and it seemed that this was the spiritual weapon he used.
However, Xiang Yun didn't have the energy to pay more attention, but he probably felt the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by it, it should be an extremely high-quality spiritual weapon, and it should also be a superb spiritual weapon.
As soon as Xiang Yun's words fell, sure enough, five people jumped out of the darkness impatiently, and surrounded Bai Qian and Xiang Yun in a fan-like encirclement.
Xiang Yun's divine consciousness was limited here and could not be expanded, so the existence of these people was never discovered.
The five cultivators all have a foundation building period, from the middle to the late stage of foundation building, Xiang Yun sneered, "Is there only such a little strength? Don't you tell Sun Molin's dog thing and your bullshit young master to get out of here!"
The five of them changed color, and they couldn't tolerate Xiang Yun continuing to scold, so they were about to make a move, but Xiang Yun was faster than him, aiming at a monk on his right hand and who was also the next to him who seemed to have a weaker cultivation momentum.