Feeling that it was not a way to go on like this, Ah Si released a few traces of demonic energy, and after two breaths, the coercion weakened significantly, and then the roof roared, and it was overturned by a strong force, revealing a starry pure night sky.

Ah Si got up and walked downstairs slowly, and as soon as he got out of the gate of the fairy stack, he saw a middle-aged man in a blue brocade robe standing in the courtyard, and there was a thin figure holding a staff in black half a step behind him, because his head was wrapped in a hood and standing outside the lantern light, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The brocade-robed man's cheeks were deep-set, his eyes sharp, and he still shone in the dim light of the lanterns that swayed on both sides of the gate of the immortal stack. After the two glanced at each other, Ah Si consciously lowered his eyes and stood silently.

Only then did the other party dissipate the faint coercion, coughed lightly, pulled back Ah Si's gaze, slowly raised his hand to point at Ah Si, and then hooked his finger.

Ah Si's eyes were dark, and he silently moved over, standing five steps away from this person, and the other party frowned and said: Closer! Although the tone is light, it has an irresistible power.

Ah Si took three steps closer, saw the other party wrinkle again, and had no choice but to take another step forward.

After taking this step, Ah Si felt like he had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave, chilling everywhere from the inside out, and he couldn't move his little finger if he wanted to.

The other party scanned Ah Si's whole body with a strong sense of divine sense, and did not find anything special, there is a magic crystal in his skull, but the fluctuation is not obvious, from this point of view, this person should be a monk who came out of the orthodox demon domain, otherwise there will be no magic crystal, and the other is its lower dantian, but according to the method of Taoist cultivation, its vitality will not be condensed, if it is already a half-step golden pill according to the standard of Taoist cultivation, but its entire cultivation is also the standard of the later stage of foundation building.

And the scar on his forehead left a trace of strange sword intent, I am afraid that he felt that this person was different.

Retracted his consciousness and asked, "Which family are you a descendant of?"

This person didn't care, and turned his head to the black-robed person behind him: Mang Lao's qualifications are good, let him follow for the time being, ask about the origin, if there is no doubt, and then help him get rid of the sword cultivation intent in his forehead.

Lu Mang slightly hugged his fist and replied: "Lu Mang takes the order!" His voice is dry and stiff, without the slightest emotion.

Lu Mang continued: "Lord Chongshan, more than 300 ordinary people here have been stained, and the rest of the fifty-three Dao cultivators, except for the forty-one strong-willed ones, have also been stained by demons. You see······ ？

Mei Chongshan sighed and said: Although this night attack on Yanbo City is a temptation, our side has also suffered heavy casualties this time, not to mention tens of thousands of demon dyers, the elites in your and my two families and the servants outside the clan have also lost a lot, and I am now injured in my internal organs, and it is inconvenient for you and me to take these demon dyers through the territory of Dao Xiu. As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around, pointed to the smoky lake, and said: "The old way, drive these demon dyers into the lake to hide, and kill the rest who can't be used by me!"

Lu Mang nodded, turned around and muttered a spell in his mouth, and saw that the scattered crowd in the town began to move slowly, driven by some dozens of armored demon soldiers, and automatically lined up in a long line, marching towards the lake, and when they reached the fence, they were like dumplings, one by one.

In a short time, the more than 300 demon dyers all entered the lake, and the forty-two Dao cultivators who had fallen in the town were all unable to resist, and were slaughtered by the demon soldiers one by one, and their blood flowed into several streams, staining the misty lake red.

Half a day later, the pursuers of Yanbo City arrived, and the sun was already shining at this time, but Yunmu Town, which was once vibrant, was dead and silent.

Forty-two Dao cultivators from all over the town were stunned, and the corpses that were about to scream were even more chilling.

An old man with immortal wind bones probed in the air for a while, and only after confirming that no one was alive did he slowly land, and the two generals in deep silver armor hurriedly stepped forward to wait for the old man's instructions.

The old man sighed, and just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood in his chest was about to come out of his mouth, and he was busy closing his mouth to breathe, and only after a moment did he say in an unusually heavy mood: Bury the dead, erect an inscription about this matter, and settle a general account with the Demon Domain in the future.

Waiting for the two silver-armored generals to hurriedly clench their fists and receive orders, they left separately and ordered their soldiers.

The old man turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and only after taking a pill did he pinch the trick with both hands, and in the blink of an eye, the eight communication sword talismans continued to circulate around his body, and only after confirming the content again did he snort lightly: Hurry! The eight communication sword talismans rose into the sky with dazzling white light, and then the flowers bloomed eight petals, each speeding away in eight directions.

Seeing that the eight sword talismans disappeared, the old man whispered to himself: I hope that this painful lesson can make the major sects truly unite to resist the enemy!

The night in Yanbo City has lost its former liveliness and peace, and the ruined tiles and broken walls can be seen everywhere, mixed with muffled weeping.

The corpses of ordinary people and monks with different deaths were lifted by the soldiers one by one and thrown onto the flatbed cart, and the corpses were sprinkled with some brown medicinal powder to cover the disgusting pungent smell, at this moment there was no difference between ordinary and immortal elders, and they overlapped each other intimately.

Nie Xiaoyuan walked on the way to the City Lord's Mansion with an extremely heavy heart.

On this day, he was busy helping to treat the seriously injured, and all the wound medicine and pills he brought were all gone.

But compared to the tens of thousands of wounded, his meager strength was like a drop of water dissolving into the surface of the lake, and no ripples were raised, and he was as helpless as an ant falling into a hot pot.

Tightening the back of the rattan basket, listening to the gentle snoring of the little third son, he smiled, since that day he spent the little tribulation after the third son seems to have received some benefits, the body can actually retain a little vitality, can be regarded as able to start practicing, but he has no knowledge of beast cultivation, can only help it every night to comb the tendons, until the vitality in its body can run on its own according to the week, the muscles and veins of beasts are different from the human body, only one main meridian runs through the whole body, so once the beasts start to practice, they are often much faster than humans, plus the physique is stronger than that of humans, so the cultivation of the same level is stronger than that of human monks, but its intelligence is ultimately its shortcomingIt wasn't until after the transformation that it changed.

Rolling up the sleeves, a two-finger-long golden centipede clings to the inside of the arm, and if it weren't for the two tentacles on its head that turn from time to time, it would be like a tattoo on the arm.

This little guy was also discovered by him, and for some reason he was very close to him, even if he was thrown away, he would crawl back to him in the first flash.

Nie Xiaoyuan was afraid that it would crawl on top of him, so he had to arrange it to settle on the inside of his right arm, so Nie Xiaoyuan spent a lot of effort to teach this uninvited guest.

The centipede is also called "thunder insect in the folk", it is said that this thing is the most easy to lead thunder, in a thunderstorm, the tail of this thing will emit purple light, if it hides in the crack of the tree, it will be urged by thunder and lightning.

And what Nie Xiaoyuan didn't know was that he was lucky to encounter the little heavenly tribulation that day, and most of the reason should be attributed to this little guy, before the little guy lurked in the superb purple magic crystal in Nie Xiaoyuan's Qiankun bag and fell asleep, just when he was advancing, he accidentally attracted the thunder tribulation. At the same time that Nie Xiaoyuan was struck by the last thunderbolt, he counted the small thunderbolts ignoring the protection of the Qiankun bag, and directly penetrated into the magic crystal, waking up the little guy, and the rattan containing the little third son was also at Nie Xiaoyuan's feet, so the little third son was also tempered by the small thunderbolt, and its strength was just right, so that he could embark on the path of cultivation.