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A good neighbor, ruined in his surname Wang.

A good girl, ruined in removing makeup.

A good Tanabata was ruined on my aunt.

A pair of good friends, ruined on hemorrhoids.

A good cucumber, ruined in the long enough.

A good man, ruined on soap.

A good couple, ruined in terms of sex.

A good figure, ruined on the cups.

A good film is ruined on the code.

A good joke is ruined without a reward!

Outside the Snow Sect's mountain gate, two disciples on duty were on duty at the entrance as usual.

Suddenly, a rainbow light suddenly galloped from afar, stumbling in front of the disciple on duty of the good people, covered in blood, and said with a look of horror on his head: "Hurry up...... Quickly help me and help me in to meet Master Luo!"

After that, before the two disciples on duty could react, the man was completely unconscious with both eyes.

"Looking at this appearance, it seems that Uncle Xuanhu is undoubtedly the uncle, but why is he injured so badly?" A disciple on duty hurriedly supported the Xuanhu Daoist who was about to fall, and said in surprise.

The other person's face was ugly, and he reprimanded: "Now is not the time for gratuitous nonsense, Uncle Shi said before he fainted that he would meet Master Luo, I will inform the sect as soon as possible, if there is any major event in the sect, be careful that you and I can't eat and walk around!"

As soon as the words fell, a communication jade rune suddenly appeared in this person's hand, and the spiritual sense sank into it instantly.

Almost for a moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the mountain gate and stood in the air, his face was indifferent, and he glanced at the two disciples on duty lightly.

They recognized the person who came, and they didn't dare to slack off and bow down and said, "The disciple has seen Master Luo!"

Luo Haitian ignored the two disciples on duty, with a wave of his sleeves, an extremely soft spiritual power slowly fell on the body of the Xuanhu Daoist who had passed out, and several originally split wounds on his chest stopped bleeding almost at the same time, and the Xuanhu Daoist frowned slightly, and opened his eyes with great difficulty.

After looking around a few times, he saw Luo Haitian standing in front of him, his expression suddenly became excited, and he was about to speak, but a strange flush appeared on his face, and he coughed violently.

Luo Haitian glanced at the Xuanhu Daoist with a puzzled face, and a soundproof barrier instantly separated the two from the disciples on duty, and said lightly: "What is the matter?"

After a while, the flush on Xuanhu Daoren's face gradually faded, and he looked up at Luo Haitian and said eagerly: "A few days ago, if the disciple wanted to go to Danbaozong, on the way, he found that there was a monk fighting a few miles away from the disciple, so he hid his whereabouts and quietly probed over, but unexpectedly, he met Xie Ming, a senior of Danbaozong, with a Daoji monk, fighting with a black-clothed Ning Dan......

"What are you talking about, Xie Ming?" Luo Haitian's face changed greatly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in front of the Xuanhu Daoist, staring at him with dead eyes, and said,

"Then, how is Xie Ming, why are you the only one who came over?"

Xie Ming smiled bitterly, and said with a frightened look on his face: "The disciple has just broken through to the realm of the late stage of the Dao Foundation today, when he suddenly saw the fighting method of Brother Ning Dan, he accidentally revealed his whereabouts, and was injured by the man in black by surprise, if it wasn't for Xie Ming's senior's sacrifice to save him, I'm afraid it would be difficult for the disciple to escape......

"Sacrifice your life to save you?" Luo Haitian had forgotten how many years he hadn't lost his temper like this, "So you saw Xie Ming die with your own eyes?"

Xuanhu Daoist nodded and said: "The disciple took a look from a distance after he got out, and the Daoji monk who followed Xie Ming's predecessor was knocked away by a mana from the man in black, and Xie Ming's predecessor was brutally murdered in order to stop the pursuit of the man in black, and even the storage bag was taken away......

"Senior Xie Ming had spread the word to his disciples before he separated from me, and asked me to quickly inform my ancestor of this matter......

Luo Haitian took a long breath, he didn't have any doubts about the words of the Xuanhu Daoist in his heart, how could a Daoji monk dare to deceive an infant elder?

Thinking of the previous message from the Lingfan Daoist of the Dan Bao Sect to himself, the Soul Condensing Pill was personally handed over to Xie Ming, if Xie Ming was killed and the storage bag was taken away, then nine times out of ten it would also fall into the hands of the man in black.

Who is the man in black? Luo Haitian was not thinking about this question at the moment, if there was anything wrong with the Soul Condensing Pill, then all his efforts over the years would be in vain, and he said coldly: "Tell me the details of where you met Xie Ming!"

Tens of thousands of miles away from the north of the Snow Sect, a young monk's face was slightly pale, his thin figure looked a little sluggish in the cold wind, and after walking and stopping for a long time, a huge city gradually appeared in front of him.

Ye An looked at this magnificent city from afar, and said in his heart, this is the Dong Immortal City that Xuanhu said.

Before coming to the Northern Kingdom, whether it was the Meng Kingdom, the New Domain, or the Southern Miao Kingdom, which was respected by female cultivators, for the scattered cultivators and some so-called immortal cultivation families, it was an unattainable existence for any sect in the cultivation realm.

However, the situation in the northern country is very different from the above countries, here the scattered cultivation has its own circle, and there are many unpredictable existences, and the immortal cultivation family even has its own city.

The Dong family is the most powerful family of cultivating immortals in the north, and the ancestor Dong Xian should be a monk in the middle of the infant according to rumors, although he has rarely been seen over the years, but under the deterrence of the word "infant", the development of the Dong family in the north can be described as **** brilliance.

Dong Immortal City and the mortal city must be much smaller, but the periphery of the city has its own formation, and at a glance you can see many towering trees and wooden houses of different heights, this green picture is somewhat incompatible with this snow country.

This is a city that belongs to monks, and in addition to the Dong family, the most in the city is the scattered cultivation of the northern country.

Ye An is just an extremely ordinary cultivator who perceives the fifth layer from the outside, but this is not because he deliberately concealed his cultivation, but after a few days of recuperation, his cultivation can only recover to this level now.

If he hadn't destroyed his cultivation consciousness, Ye An's strength at the moment would probably be comparable to that of an ordinary Dao Foundation in the early stage, and his life would undoubtedly be hanging by a thread in his solitary journey in the cultivation realm.

He glanced up at the huge golden plaque that Dong Xiancheng hung in the center of the city, and his ears seemed to recall the words when he was separated from the Xuanhu Dao people.

"According to the current situation of Daoyou, if you want to break all the forbidden pill qi in your body as soon as possible, it is better to go to Dong Xiancheng to have a look, the Dong family's soul devouring technique passed down from generation to generation should be able to deal with Daoyou's injuries at this moment. ”

While thinking about it, a loud shout suddenly sounded in my ears: "Stop! Who is coming?" (To be continued.) )