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When Deyun Wubei finished arranging the forbidden array in the north of Xingping City, a touch of fish belly white had already risen in the distant sky, crushing the darkness on the horizon.

Yun Wubei took advantage of the remaining night to sneak quickly, and arrived outside Xingping City at dawn.

At this time, there were few people in the wilderness outside the city. At night, it seemed like an endless stream of ghost fires, and in the last trace of darkness, they also burrowed into the bottom of the wilderness, leaving only the howling cold wind to rage.

Bell Bell –

Bell Bell –

I don't know when, a crisp but hidden hint of weird bells from far and near.

Yun Wubei hid his figure, hiding behind a long-dead ancient camphor, his eyes fell on the thin but somewhat dark morning mist, but he saw a row of shadowy soldiers stiffly coming slowly in the far distance of the wilderness.

The faint morning light pierced through the mist and sprinkled on the targets of fire held by these soldiers.

The white phosphorus fire made a "crackling" sound, and suddenly burned out in the morning wind. The soldiers also disappeared in vain in the distortion of the dappled light.

"It's—"

After the dead wood, Yun Wubei's eyes shrank sharply.

In his divine thoughts, this row of soldiers did not have the slightest breath of a living person! And after the phosphorus fire target was suddenly burned out, the breath of these people completely disappeared after an instantaneous surge.

This...

How is this possible!

If it weren't for the sudden vigilance in the altar before, he even suspected that what happened at his fingertips was a hallucination caused by his mental exhaustion!

Yun Wubei retracted his mind, forced the throbbing vigilance of the spiritual platform, and his whole body was wrapped in the darkness of Xu Fangyuan on the side of the dead wood. I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until it was close to noon that the vigilance in my heart slowly receded.

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It was night, a rather secret courtyard front hall in Xingping City.

The fire unicorn sat on the main seat with his arms crossed, and the scholar wearing a scarf stood at the side.

The lights in the courtyard flickered, and a thin and dim mist floated in the courtyard, and the whole environment seemed obscure.

The fire qilin frowned, looking at this unfamiliar place, and thought: These days, the attack of blood power in the body has become more and more frequent, and the mana suppression has been somewhat insufficient, so he asked the elders of the Tuo Shimen to come forward and come to this Xuanyin Holy Sect Xingping City in person.

The sect and the Xuanyin Holy Sect have always had grievances, although they have not torn their faces, they are not far from each other. And his own family has never had any intersection with the cultivation of Xuanyin, who is deliberately trying to attract his family here?

While thinking about it, the bloody power in his chest slammed out.

A sharp heart-rending pain flowed up his chest, and the fire qilin's rugged face froze, and in a moment, several strange flushes rose on his face.

With a muffled snort, he reached out and smeared a projectile from his bosom and put it into his mouth, and when the tearing pain in his chest subsided, he couldn't help but become irritable in his heart.

The fire unicorn suddenly got up, and the dragon walked to the side of the flower carving ghost face door in the front hall, the haze between his eyebrows bloomed, and he said indifferently: "Huo asked himself if he didn't know the cultivation of the Xuanyin Holy Sect, but Brother Jin insisted that Huo come here, I think there must be a deep meaning? ”

"Is the Liang Dynasty Xingping City the cultivation of Xuanyin?"

The scholar's face was hidden in the flickering lights, and his expression could not be seen clearly. I saw this person chuckle, held up his front placket with one hand, and walked slowly to the side of the fire unicorn, and the feather fan in his hand swayed out a light red fireworks, reflecting the entire front hall with a fiery red.

In front of the front hall, the fire qilin was thoughtful, turned around and glanced at the scholar, and thought that Brother Jin had a strategy and acted unexpectedly, but he expected things like a god, so he waved his hand and ingested a few red lights into his body, and said with a smile.

"Oh, I want to hear about it!"

The scholar hugged his fists and turned sideways to let the Qilin go overboard.

Walked into the courtyard outside the front hall, muttered a few breaths, and suddenly turned around and smiled: "Brother Huo has the elders of the sect, and there is no danger in this small Xingping City. These people are suspicious and deliberate, they must have desires and demands, but they are definitely not the cultivation of Xuanyin. Brother Huo might as well think about it, in this chaotic situation, who would ask Brother Huo? Xuanyin Town, these people are willing to take this risk, and what they want is not small, so what can they rely on to impress Brother Huo?"

"Asking for so-and-so?"

The Fire Qilin frowned slightly, thinking that if it was in the jurisdiction of the Red Refining Sect, it would still be reasonable. Although his family is a mere Jindan monk, his background is quite good, and his energy in the sect is even comparable to some Yuanying Realm True Monarchs, and there are many sycophants who are dependent on them!

But now that he is in the land of Xuanyin, where can anyone ask for his own head? And now that he is suffering from blood and his life is still in danger, the only person who can impress his own family is this person who can 'relieve evil'.

But among the sects in the Eastern Regions, only the Northern Xuanyin Holy Sect has cultivated the evil path-

There was a hint of doubt in the tiger eyes, and the irritability in the fire qilin's heart suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, the figure of a young man when he was trapped in the Linshou Cliff of the Empty Mountain suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was dumbfounded and laughed: "Brother Jin is talking about the little brother of the Yun's clan in Youzhou when he was in the Linshou Cliff?"

As soon as the words came out, the fire qilin smiled and shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but recall the scene at the Linshou Cliff a few months ago.

At that time, all the cultivators gathered in front of the Linshou Cliff.

Most of these monks are building foundation realms, and the cultivation of Jindan is only a few people.

The cultivation of the foundation is trapped in the empty mountain and the cliff of Linshou just to find a chance to make steady progress, and to worship the sect of the Eastern Regions or be included in the gate wall by the masters. And his fire unicorn doesn't mean this!

The seven Shi Lao Ghosts are willing to be eagle dogs and have ill intentions, so it's okay.

Where in the vast world are there no filthy and despicable things? Even horrific and heinous evil deeds abound!

Although he is jealous and hateful, how can he manage all the injustices in the world?

But all the strangeness in the ancient mound, as well as the words of the person in the ancient mound, gave birth to an unprecedented sense of urgency in his heart - if Shi Lao Ghost and the others got their wish, it would be the day when his own family, Yan Jun and the others would fall!

It is because the two forces are like fire and water, and they are always-for-tat.

And the junior of the Youzhou Yun clan suddenly broke into the Linshou Cliff of the Hollow Mountain under such circumstances.

The fire qilin's rough cheeks twitched and a smile shook up, thinking of the young man who was always unexpected and decisive, and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"It's not that the little brother who forcibly excavated Weishui and opened the seal of Youyun Daze, Huo Mou didn't even know that he was the descendant of Yun Yingyang of the Jingbian Marquis Mansion in Youzhou of the Qing Dynasty! However, although this son can solve the evil, his cultivation is only a mere foundation realm, how can the blood in Huo's body be contaminated by a junior? Even if it is a forcible excavation of Weishui, it should be the merit of the Jingbian Marquis Mansion. Besides, there are all relatives in his clan, where can he be allowed to put this eldest son in danger?"

The scholar surnamed Jin chuckled silently, a different color flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a look of astonishment on the face of the fire unicorn.

Suddenly, the fire qilin waved his hand to stop the words in the throat of the scholar surnamed Jin, and then strode into the front hall again, sat on a high position, and laughed loudly.

"I don't mean that Brother Jin's words are actually a prophecy!haha——"

A hundred miles away from Xingping, the nine days of flowing clouds are endless.

In this vast sea of clouds, a green flower swayed above the blue sky, and the faint green meaning was contained in the clouds and wind, leaving only a trace of undetectable outline, shuttling and slowly in the sea of clouds, looming.

Above Qingping, there were seven people sitting upright, among which the Xuanqing Zhenren of Tingyunzong and the Xuanyang Zhenren were among them.

At this time, the gloomy color between the eyebrows of Xuan Qingzhen completely disappeared without a trace, and although the narrow starry eyes were still cold, they were no longer as sharp as before.

Xuanqing stood on the edge of Qingping with his hands in his hand, and the whistling wind swept up his purple clouds, sprinkling a red light and shadow. At the very end of this light and shadow, Xuanyang Zhenren was lying on his side in the middle of Qingping, with a few calm smiles on his delicate face, and his eyes looked strangely at the vast and withered wilderness of Liangnan below.

As for the remaining five, they were hanging their eyes and knees, and their divine thoughts had already entered the ethereal clarity.

Xuanyang's cloud robe flew, he moved his side body slightly, retracted his gaze, and said with a smile: "Senior brother really doesn't go to Qingzhinan? ”

The slender palm poked out from the flying moire sleeve, and a blue light shot out from afar, landing on the green ping under his feet.

After Xuanyang Zhenren did all this, he held his head up leisurely.

Looking at the back of Xuan Qingzhen with a rather strange gaze, he suddenly teased: "The death of Qingbei is difficult to solve, the Chiyan Mountain Xun Palace is lost, and the sect has no advantage in the north, even if you and I seven people come to help, it will be in vain!

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