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Chapter 870 Mysterious Tower
There was no trace of Baidi in Baidi City, and these fleeing people were encountered again.

Xu Ming only felt that there seemed to be something guiding him in the dark, and when he thought of this, he took care of such a trivial matter in the eyes of the little drug boy.

With a sweep of his consciousness, he discovered the fresh city that had just been occupied not long ago. With his sky-high cultivation, he naturally did not let the carnival monsters in the city discover his existence.

But at this moment, the city that even Xu Ming didn't know its name was completely reduced to the boundless purgatory that the common people said.

Countless people who have no time to escape are just like this. Under the knives of those monster clans, countless flesh and blood are also stimulating the primitive nerves of these monster clans. It's just pity that these innocent people died without anyone protecting them. Mourning Huangquan.

There were also some monks in the city who rose up to resist, which somewhat blocked the advance of those monster races, but the result in exchange was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

But fortunately, there is a majestic building standing there in this city, which is like a lighthouse in the dark to give the people hope.

As more and more people poured into it, the light released from that high tower building became more and more intense.

Under the sweeping light, those approaching monsters screamed violently, and a large amount of white smoke burst out from the bodies touched by the white light.

The speed visible to the naked eye also evaporated the skin and flesh of these monster clans that were difficult to hurt by swords in an instant, and soon these monster clans who came back to their senses also stopped to attack, because as long as the tower did not collapse, those who touched the flesh and blood The light will not fade away.

"Brothers, don't worry and see what else the city lord can do."

Those monster races who stopped also turned around and scattered to other places, apparently to slaughter other people.

And the people hiding in the high tower were panicked for a while, and there were bursts of crying, which made people feel upset.

The leader at the moment is a middle-aged man with a straight face, and his brows have the coercion brought by his high position all the year round, but facing this somewhat uncontrollable crying right now makes his mood unimaginably chaotic.

"That's enough, don't cry, just be quiet."

A low, beast-like roar came out of his mouth, and in an instant, the entire tower stopped crying, and the children who were still crying could only suppress the surging breath in their bodies. Bury his head in his mother's arms.

Seeing such a middle-aged man, he couldn't help sighing. He had expected that the monster clan would break the city. He even had a second thought of surrendering to the monster clan, but these beasts didn't give them a chance to speak.

The moment the city was broken, all they were left with was to kill, kill, kill!

If he hadn't relied on the mysterious tower left by his ancestors, the whole city would have been slaughtered by him and turned into a bloody empty city.

"Master Yan, please be safe and don't worry. If we have this ancestral tower to guard us, those monster races can't do anything to us."

The name of this middle-aged man is Yan Dan, the owner of that city, and his ancestor was also a famous general who left this ancestral property and it has been passed down to this day.

This high tower was left by his ancestors back then, and Yandan has been working hard to keep a password in his heart.

That is, if there is danger, the last retreat is this mysterious tower, and this tower was just an iconic building in the eyes of ordinary people. people with hope.

But having said that, it is not common to hide here all the time.

The people who fled back to this high tower with him always wanted to eat and drink, but the food in this high tower could only last for about three days. Once the ammunition and food ran out, the only thing waiting for them was death.

Of course, this is also Yan Dan's most troublesome place, and a young man who is more or less similar to Yan Dan said in a deep voice.

"Father, don't worry about it. I have sent the news back to my teacher's school. I think it won't be long before the brothers come to rescue me, so what we have to do now is to wait patiently."

"Really?"

Yan Beixun nodded when he heard the words, and the confidence of the other common people also increased greatly after hearing the words.

The sect that Yan Nanxun worshiped was the famous Wuhen Sword Palace in the Ten Thousand Realms and Kyushu, the decisive school known as the place where sword cultivators from all over the world gathered.

Although he has worked hard for many years to only get the position of a core disciple, but he has been under the influence of the Sword Palace all year round, and he is full of confidence in his teacher.

When encountering injustice, taking action with the sword is what Wuhen Sword Palace pursues.

That's why Yan Nanxun is confident that his master will not stand by and watch the people of this city be slaughtered like this.

But having said that, it is still unknown that Wuhen Sword Palace will really send people here.

After all, many people are aware of the importance of the Wuhen Sword Palace in Ten Thousand Realms and Kyushu, and the Wuhen Sword Palace has been known for its aloofness these years, so many people fell into deep worry and doubt after getting excited among.

But hope is better than no hope, besides, Yan Nanxun's method also comes from the true biography of the Wuhen Sword Palace. There will be more.

Now everyone who survived the catastrophe also found a place in the tower, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Once the tense nerves are relaxed, the drowsiness that floods in like a tide will make these ordinary people unable to hold on anymore.

Yan Dan has received a lot of pills sent by Yan Nanxun from Wuhenjian Palace over the years. Although his cultivation level is not high, his physique is much better than that of ordinary people.

Although I feel a little tired now, I don't feel sleepy at all.

"Xun'er, will your teacher really send someone here?"

"Don't worry, Dad, as a core disciple of Wuhen Sword Palace, my words still have some weight."

"That's the best."

Yan Dan nodded slowly when he heard the words, and Yan Nanxun took out a pill from the square inch ring he was carrying and handed it to Yan Dan, and then spoke.

"Father, this Bigu Pill can keep you from drinking rice for a month, you take it for now in case of emergencies"

Yan Dan took the elixir and swallowed it without thinking, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"If you want me to say that this elixir is really miraculous, it is more effective than those so-called miracle doctors."

"Father, what are you talking about, how can the elixir refined by Wuhen Sword Palace be comparable to those quack doctors."

Yan Dan who heard the words also nodded
It's just that all the things about the father and son have already been seen by one person, and the pair of triangular eyes hidden in the darkness are also staring at the bigu pill just now, and the greedy look in them seems to explain everything.

(End of this chapter)