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As soon as he heard the other party talk about his mother-in-law, the tall and thin man suddenly felt a lot better, and after laughing, he opened the topic and chatted with a few soldiers next to him about the shortcomings of his parents.

The night was silent.

However, what all the soldiers guarding the gate did not notice was that on the corner tower of the city wall at this moment, there was an old man in a yellow shirt with a white beard standing in the wind, with his hands behind him, his expression was flat, as if he was waiting for someone.

After about a stick of incense, the old man in the yellow shirt suddenly raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and quietly looked at the northeast sky.

In the dark night sky, a dim cyan light appeared at this moment, and in a few breaths, it spanned a distance of hundreds of zhang, and gradually appeared.

Inside the retreat, there was a cyan spirit boat more than two feet wide, with more than ten figures standing on it, and the leader was a young monk with a sallow face, and after his eyes swept down slightly, he noticed the old man in yellow shirt on the corner tower, and immediately smiled slightly, driving the spirit boat to fall next to the corner tower.

"Nan Daoyou, I've been waiting for a long time. Before he got off the boat, the young monk with a sallow face made a mockery at the old man in the yellow shirt and said with a smile.

"It's okay, Nan has just arrived. The old man in the yellow shirt smiled absently, and said the same way.

The young monk was none other than Long Yan, and after nodding with a smile when he heard the words, he looked back and ordered: "Come down, don't act alone without my permission for the time being." ”

In addition to the disciples of the Yuqing Sect on the Lingzhou, Li Qingshan, the master of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, was also included. After hearing Long Yan's order, a series of "yes" responses suddenly sounded on the spirit boat.

Fang Nan stood silently at the end of the line, and followed the people of the Yuqing Sect to get off the spirit boat, but compared to the rest of the people who looked at the old man in yellow shirt with curious eyes, he spread his divine sense after landing on the ground, and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

On the other side, after greeting the old man in the yellow shirt for a few words, Long Yan turned around with a smile on his face and introduced to the disciples of the Yuqing Sect: "This is Nan Daoyou, an elder of the local sect of Huangshamen in Sangzi City, and also an old friend of Long, who was able to successfully uproot the rest of the branch altars and break through the formation of the Gathering Evil Array before, and thanks to Nan Daoyou's help, this time he will also participate in the plan to exterminate the main altar of the Blood Demon Altar with us and others." ”

Hearing this, most of the disciples of the Yuqing Sect flashed with joy on their faces, after all, this was a genuine foundation building monk in front of them, and his importance to the current situation was self-evident, and they suddenly felt a little more sure of the successful completion of this task in their hearts.

Only Fang Nan in the back row frowned when he heard this, and after carefully looking at the old man in yellow shirt a few times, his eyes showed a little surprise.

For some reason, after seeing the old man in the yellow shirt, he always felt that the aura on the other party's body was a little familiar, as if he had met it somewhere, but no matter what he thought, he never found a face in his memory that coincided with the image of the other party.

And speaking of which, I haven't been to Sangzi City, a small city located in the southeast corner of Jixian Mansion, at all, so how can I have such a feeling?

Although he couldn't figure it out, Fang Nan remained silent on his face, and secretly cautioned himself a little bit about this person in his heart.

"Haha, Brother Long praised it, the old man often studied the way of the formation in his spare time, and this time he was able to help see through the gathering formation, it was just a gesture, it was nothing. The old man in the yellow shirt stroked his long beard and said politely, "As for helping your sect to exterminate the main altar, it is even more important to do." After all, the address of the main altar of this Blood Demon Altar may be hidden only a dozen miles away from my Huangsha Gate, and even the old man was startled, if he didn't eradicate it as soon as possible, how could he rest assured?"

"It's so good, with Brother Nan's help, even if the altar master of the Blood Demon Altar is also a foundation building monk, there is no difficulty at all. Long Yan smiled and looked back at the crowd: "Okay, it's almost dawn, I will come according to my instructions before leaving, and you must not act without permission, do you understand?"

Everyone nodded yes, and then sat cross-legged on the city wall, recuperating and recovering their state.

Under the corner tower, several soldiers were still chatting about the long story at home, and a few words of laughter and scolding came out from time to time, but they didn't notice the existence of the immortal cultivators above at all.

............

When the first rays of morning light fell, Fang Nan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the rolling hills and low mountains outside the city, and groaned secretly in his heart.

According to Long Yan, the location of the main altar of the Blood Demon Altar is hidden in the hills in front of him, which are five or six miles in radius, and to the south of the hills is the only peak in this area, Qiyan Mountain, that is, where the mountain gate of Huangshamen is located.

And what they have to do now is to divide into several teams, search the hills from different directions, and if they find anything on either side, they will merge into one place and clean up the remnants of the Blood Demon Altar gathered here.

This kind of plan is not foolproof, but because there are enough two foundation monks to lead the team this time, everyone feels that they will not be in danger of being attacked alone, so they acquiesce.

"It's just ......"

Squinting at this hill, Fang Nan suddenly patted the storage bag on his waist lightly, and in the next moment, a pale green jade slip suddenly appeared in his hand.

There are two maps drawn in this jade slip, one is the road map of the Polar Night Palace in Ningzhou, and the other is the topographic map near Sangzi City, which was left by Ling Xuzi before his soul flew away, and it has been five or six years.

After glancing at the jade slip in his hand with a complicated expression, Fang Nan sighed lightly and put it on his forehead, a cold and warm touch came from the cortex, and two maps appeared in the sea of knowledge.

Ignoring the one in the Polar Night Palace, Fang Nan directly focused his attention on the second one, although this map included the general outline of the entire Jixian Mansion, but the rest of the places were roughly marked, except for the extremely detailed painting of the Ten Miles Radius of Qiyan Mountain, which almost indicated the location of each mountain.

His gaze swept over the map, and finally landed on one of the places marked with a triangle symbol, and after memorizing the terrain around him several times, Fang Nan silently put away the jade slip and looked to the side.

At this moment, Long Yan's eyes at the forefront suddenly opened, and when he looked back, he saw that most of the disciples had already woken up from his meditation, and after looking at himself, he nodded slightly and shook his sleeve robe slightly.

A clear bang!

In the next moment, in the surprised gaze of many disciples, a crimson long sword suddenly flew out from Longyan's cuff, and under the surging wind, the figure was blurred, rising from the ground, turning into a dazzling red light more than two feet long!