Qingyu County!

A young man dressed in a fancy costume with an evil smile slowly walked to Qingyu County. I saw him walking aimlessly, while praising the magnificence of Qingyu City.

He walked to a tavern at random, ordered a few side dishes and a pot of wine, and curiously observed the surroundings and listened to the conversation of the tavern drinkers.

Not long ago, my neighbor was so sick that his face was blue and his lips were white, and he was bedridden for more than a month.

One of the drinkers exaggerated the description, foaming at the mouth and talking like a river. The drinkers present couldn't help but applaud.

"Zhang Er, this guy is exaggerating, but it is true that he was half sick the next day, and it took half a month to get better!" A drinker who was familiar with Zhang Er saw Zhang Er's exaggeration and couldn't help but tell the truth.

"Ha Luha, Zhang Er, this guy can blow!"

Everyone laughed, and they were all ridiculing Zhang Er's usual exaggerated behavior. The young man on the side shook his head, not interested in what these people were saying.

"Have you heard about Yufeng Mountain!" A group of drinkers who couldn't stop talking began to discuss again.

"I heard that an old man with a ghost flag killed a lot of people, and I heard that the most powerful thing was the manifestation of the City God, who drove away that terrifying demon!"

"Yes, I heard that this time, it was really dangerous, and my relative was the one who survived!"

The young man who had been sitting casually on the other side suddenly looked moved, and seemed to be interested in what the drinkers were saying. After finally listening to it for a while, Mo Nian was thoughtful.

In Mo Nian, Jin Dan was successfully cultivated, a monk of the Evil Ghost Sect. This time, the national fortunes of the Great Song Kingdom declined, and the Evil Ghost Sect naturally hoped to intervene. So a monk was sent to check on the situation. Of course, not long ago, there was also the cause of death of a Jindan disciple.

That Jindan disciple was the old demon with dry bones who was suppressed to death by Pan Hao with the power of heaven and earth. For a sect, Brother Jindan is the mainstay of the sect, a true disciple. Although the Demon Cultivation World is cruel, it is still necessary for them to pay attention to the Natal Jade Talisman that the Dry Bone Old Demon shattered for no reason.

According to the investigation, the breath of dry bones disappeared near this county, so Mo Nian came here. However, the Demon Dao has always been weak, and for Mo Nian, the talent of dry bones is lacking. People who can only play bones really lack good feelings. Mo Nian is just a routine, and he doesn't take it very seriously, otherwise he wouldn't have come down the mountain for so long.

Mo Nian's eyes showed a playful expression, a swallow was suddenly pulled out by Mo Nian in his sleeve, the swallow was black and white, with handsome wings, at first glance, it seemed nothing strange, but the eyes that were abnormal seemed to reveal the taste of human nature. The swallow fluttered its wings and flew high, fluttering and disappearing into Mo Nian's field of vision.

"I don't have much friendship with dry bones, though. However, it seems that if this matter is handled well, it is estimated that the sect's contribution value will be able to increase a lot!" Mo Nian thought to himself. "Listening to the rumors, the city god of this county is obviously inseparable, but when will the monk also have time to be a city god! Could it be the magic weapon of the power of the will?" Thinking of this, Mo Nian's eyes lit up, and a trace of greed flashed.

The dry bones of the early Jindan were killed. It seems that the other party is at least above the middle stage of Jindan, and there should be a good magic weapon. Mo Nian pondered, his divine consciousness spread out to a radius like flowing water. The chaotic voices around him were directly ignored by Mo Nian, and the things about Yufeng Mountain and Chenghuang were screened out by him.

After more than a month of evolution, different versions have already been reproduced. But Chenghuang is the savior who serves as the last savior, saving everyone in times of crisis. Now Mo Nian is almost certain that the one holding the ghost-headed banner is the dry bone, and the one who killed the dry bone should be the so-called city god here, even if it is not, it has a lot to do with it.

"That's enough!" Mo Nian sneered. I didn't have much hope for this incident, and I didn't want this monk who killed dry bones to be so high-profile. Even if it's not him, it's better to be a scapegoat. The province also needs to investigate.

Fluttering, the swallow flapped its wings and flew high, flying quickly along the cold wind, and came to the City God Temple where everyone recited and praised it in a few minutes. Staying on top of the wall, his smart eyes kept observing the environment inside the City God Temple.

The solemn and solemn carving, the golden body of the city god can be faintly seen outside. The surroundings were smoky, and under the sunlight, there was a faint golden light. Everything seems to be no different from the City God Temple in other places.

The swallow fluttered, leaped, flapped its wings from under the high wall and flew into the main hall, circled and stopped on the beams of the house. The swallow tilted its head, as if wondering what was different here. This extremely humane action is not seen by anyone, otherwise it must be amazing.

Pan Hao's heart in Pan's Mansion moved, and a feeling of being watched spontaneously arose. Boom, the mind followed the line of faith, poured into the golden bodies of various places, and in an instant, the golden bodies in various places seemed to come to life, and the eyes glowed with burning essence, watching the changes around them. Many pilgrims inadvertently looked up and were shocked, but in the blink of an eye, they saw it again, but it was just a statue.

At the same time, Pan Hao's eyes instantly turned red and yellow, the eyes of the gods were raised, and among the many lines of faith, there was a faint black line connecting himself with murderous aura, this was not the line of faith, it was the line of cause and effect. Pan Hao's mind followed the causal line, and the causal line was faintly separated, one small one in the City God Temple, and the other thick one leading to the downtown restaurant. But they all faintly emit the same breath,

"Clone!" Pan Hao instantly realized.

When the swallow felt that there was nothing to be found in the temple of the City God, suddenly it was a spirit, and in an instant it seemed to see the statue of the God of the City God suddenly looked up at it. The swallow's hair stood on end in an instant, and it reacted, jumped up excitedly, and was about to take off with its wings.

With a bang, the air seemed to turn into a transparent wall, and the swallow that was about to take off was slammed down.

"Chirp!" the swallow's sharp cry sounded, and boom, the horror in the swallow's eyes was not over, and it was squeezed into minced meat by the invisible space.

Mo Nian, who was sitting in the tavern, looked up, Yanzi was dead, and a trace of his divine consciousness was also extinguished. There are monks who really dare to absorb the beliefs of mortals, and those who really dare to do so have already polluted their souls with countless thoughts and become mad. In history, there have been many hopeless monks who have tried to advance, but they all went crazy and lost their cultivation in the end.

"No, that spiritual light should be a magic weapon, a magic weapon of willingness. Mo Nian got up. He didn't believe that there were any monks who dared to absorb the power of wishes, and there was no explanation other than the magic weapon.

"Wishing power magic weapon, good thing!" Since the other party has discovered it, there is no need to hide it. Mo Nian's eyes showed a look of joy, if it was a guess just now, then it was almost certain that the other party had a magic weapon of wish power that was on the verge of being lost. The importance of this magic weapon to the monks of the Devil's Dao and the Evil Dao is self-evident.

With a bang, Mo Nian broke through the window and left, and a glowing disc magic weapon was driven by him and stepped on his feet. Along the way, he galloped rapidly, breaking through the sky in the direction of the City God Temple.

"What's that?"

"Fly away!"

"Immortals?"

......

The drinkers who were eating and drinking stood on the spot, and then they all frantically rushed to the position just now. Looking towards the window, the figure of the man was gone. (To be continued......)