I have a passive skill.

It's all the fault of that Zhang Taiying, who triggered some kind of spiritual formation for nothing, and made the City Lord's Mansion disappear.

It's all his fault!

"Don't you really need my help to do something, something within my ability?" Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his hands and apologized.

Everyone on one side paused together, feeling their hearts skip a beat.

do what i can...

"Brother Shou, you'd better go first, my fool's mind is not very firm, I guess I won't be able to meet you in a short time." Fu Zhi said with a stiff face.

"Jiangzi."

Xu Xiaoshou also knows what kind of mentality these people have, and he still has a little bit of it.

That being the case, withdraw!

"Little sister."

"Ok?"

Mu Zixi bowed his back, watching Fu Xing and other patients on the ground with interest behind him, apparently not really wanting to leave this lively and interesting place.

"gone."

But Xu Xiaoshou grabbed the little girl's twin ponytails and left.

"Attention, passive value, +1240."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

……

Outside the City Lord's Mansion.

It is very far away from Tiansang City.

In the eight palaces.

When the wind and sand blow, it is cloudy, and when the birds and beasts sing, they are frightened and mournful.

This is an extremely remote town, perhaps in the past, this place had its glory.

But because of the proximity to the White Grotto, and because of the opening of the dimensional space a few years ago, the atmosphere of fireworks is basically cut off here.

But at the moment.

In this small town that was supposed to be deserted, a smog of dust and humanity has returned.

Different from the farming people at that time, all the passers-by now are spiritual masters.

There are quite a few of them!

Inside a revitalized small inn.

Lan Xinzi, who was wearing a black dress, and He Yuxing, who had magic patterns on his face, sat face to face on the bed in the room.

"how do you feel?"

Lan Xinzi's gaze moved down, moved away from the magic pattern on He Yuxing's face, and landed on a carving in this guy's hand.

"It can still hold on."

He Yuxing's eyes were filled with scarlet lust.

He tried his best to be patient and let his tone become calm.

"The 'Jiluo Diao' is too strong, and the sword intent contained in it is not something I can fully comprehend now."

"But even a little bit is enough."

"I feel that the me at this moment is not only a little bit stronger than before."

He Yuxing desperately clutched the bronze sculpture in his hand.

This carving is only the size of the fingernail of the little finger.

But the ability contained in it seems to be infinitely majestic.

He just restrained the trembling of his body, if he was going to use up all the strength in his body.

"enough."

Lan Xinzi said indifferently, "Today has reached the apex, if you continue to comprehend, you will not be able to bear it."

She spread her slender hands, signaling He Yuxing to return the carving to herself.

This is from Zhang Xinxiong.

The two "Jieluo Sculptures" owned by the Zhang family were all obtained from the White Grottoes.

The big one should be on Zhang Taiying's body, or hidden somewhere in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The young ones were naturally handed over to Zhang Xinxiong for enlightenment.

But this thing seems to really only have something to do with sword intent.

Even if Zhang Taiying gave it to Zhang Xinxiong, this guy couldn't realize anything.

On the other hand, he and He Yuxing seemed to be more destined for this thing.

Especially He Yuxing!

Lan Xinzi admired in his heart.

Even if she got the "Sacrificing Fall Pieces" from Zhang Xinxiong, it would be difficult for her to comprehend too many things.

But He Yuxing...

This guy's kendo aptitude is terrible.

Sure enough, Su Qianqian's brilliant achievements at that age really concealed too many geniuses in Linggong.

At least, with He Yuxing's current state.

I'm afraid that with a sword, even if Su Qianqian has the "Tomb Famous City Snow", it will be difficult to resist.

After all, in the past few days, the number of master masters who died directly under He Yuxing's sword just because they tried to provoke him has almost reached double digits.

"He Yuxing, offering sacrifices to the carved pieces..."

Lan Xinzi used the spirit yuan to support the carved piece that had fallen into his hand, murmuring to himself.

This pair of combinations is the guarantee for entering the White Cave.

As for the thing in her hand, although she didn't know much about it, she also knew that Zhang's family spent a lot of effort to get it out of the White Cave during the last opening of the White Cave.

Although it was only such a small piece, the terrifying sword intent and killing intent inside made Lan Xinzi suspicious.

This thing is absolutely inseparable from the recently rumored "Four Swords".

There are prerequisites.

And who is lucky enough to be such a swordsman.

If I can win the "Four Swords"...

Lan Xinzi's beautiful eyes moved, her red lips lifted slightly, and murderous intent bloomed in her eyes.

She thought of the scene when Zhang Xinxiong died, and she had to cry in shock, so that she could barely survive.

This humiliation will never be forgotten!

"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?"

"If you kill Zhang Xinxiong, you should also get a spot in the White Grotto. Come to the White Grotto."

"It's a pity, you didn't get the 'Sacrifice Shard'!"

……

"Huchi, Huchi..."

The chirping sound in front of him became louder and louder, and Lan Xinzi raised her eyes in thought, and suddenly saw He Yuxing's scarlet eyes falling on her fragrant shoulders without any concealment.

"He Yuxing!"

Thinking of the horror of that day, she suddenly got up and drank in panic.

At this moment, He Yuxing suddenly trembled, his eyes became clear again, and even the magic lines on his face faded a little.

Seeing Lan Xinzi's panic-stricken Yurong, he felt distressed and said apologetically:

"Sorry, my mind is still too unstable, and I almost couldn't control the desire... to kill."

Lan Xinzi took a few steps back, sat down on the tea table, held up the tea cup and took a sip, then stabilized her mind.

"You have done a good job. Not everyone can comprehend the Jiluo carving."

After taking a sip, Lan Xinzi got up and walked out the door without looking back.

"I'll leave first, you calm down!"

"I……"

He Yuxing grasped the sword and got up, hesitant to speak, but his outstretched hand fell down weakly.

The door slammed shut, and He Yuxing's body shook, red light flashed in his eyes.

"Sacrificial Fall Sculpture..."

The magic pattern emerged clearly again, and this time not only the face, but also the bare hands were wandering around with black intentions.

"Buzz!"

The saber trembled softly and hummed happily.

It seems that this kind of terrifying killing intent is a kind of magic obstacle for people.

For the sword, it is the most perfect nutrient.

Wiping the blade with his fingers, the muscles on He Yuxing's face twitched unconsciously, revealing a weird smile that didn't fit.

"Hissing cancan, Jiluo carved pieces, good stuff!"

……

despair.

despair.

The clear and melodious sound of footsteps echoed through the inn, one after another, very rhythmically.

Lan Xinzi raised her eyebrows.

What's the matter today?

This completely lost the shackles of the rules. In the murderous and chaotic Eighth Palace, there is still such a quiet time?

look back.

I saw a woman in a white dress with extremely elegant steps walking slowly on the stairs.

Her appearance is very ordinary, but her temperament is extremely dusty.

The red sandalwood incense burning quietly on the small copper stove on the right hand seems to give people a sense of peace and tranquility even if they are separated by several feet.

It was as if a noble snow lotus that should have come from the Tianshan Mountain grew out of this gloomy and filthy quagmire.

The appearance of the woman in the white skirt is the source of the complete silence of the inn.

"This person..."

Lan Xinzi frowned.

Somewhat familiar.

When she was still in Tiansang Linggong, she seemed to have seen it in the inner courtyard?

However, how could there be such a temperamental person in the inner courtyard that she couldn't recall?

and……

"Yin and Yang realm."

Among the 33 veterans in the inner court, there are not many women who can reach the second realm of the master, the Yin-Yang realm!

Except Rao Yinyin, except those few old people who have graduated.