In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The huge city was empty, it seemed that only the monks in the imperial city were listening to him.

Unreconciled, Xiuye ​​Zongchun yelled a few more times, scanned his consciousness over and over again, but still found nothing, and finally left in a rage.

And after he disappeared, Lin Xiaolu who was hiding in the closet of a private house showed a sneer.

However, he did not relax, and the fetal breath formula that was accomplished two days ago was still running in his body.

Two days ago, he realized something in the center of the hellish city, followed by a breakthrough in the formula of fetal breath, and finally practiced to the great success. Now he can stop his own breathing, hold his breath for a long time, change from breathing to fetal breath, and can operate The tortoise's breath method in the fetal breath formula made his heartbeat extremely slow, and the beating range was extremely small, like a corpse, so he dared to blatantly slaughter the Dongying people.

In the closet, Lin Xiaolu was cautious to the extreme, waiting patiently, even if Xiu Ye Zongchun left, he still wouldn't come out.

He had thought about it, even if it was a Nascent Soul, it would be impossible for him to sweep the whole city with his consciousness twelve hours a day, so as long as he was cautious enough, this Nascent Soul would not be able to do anything to him!

After all, he has no breathing, no heat, and his heartbeat is extremely slow, plus he deliberately hides, so as long as he doesn't face Yuanying directly, he can really play hide and seek with the other party.

Time passed bit by bit, the boy stood in the closet, took a nap unhurriedly, and recovered his physical strength with the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Pill. When he opened his eyes again, it was already late at night, and he was silent until then He opened the cabinet door and left the private house like a ghost.

The boy who had never thought about going back alive, his biggest wish at the moment was to kill as many people as possible.

Every time he kills a Japanese monk, it is a profit for him.

At night, the capital city, where there are no common people, is quiet. The young man funnyly carried a big rattan cage, and at a speed slower than a snail, approached bit by bit the imperial city where the monks were stationed.

There is one thing to say, this method is silly, but it is really easy to use, at least he has not been discovered until now.

The passage of time seemed to be slowing down. After a long time, Lin Xiaolu moved to the outside of the palace bit by bit. He was covered with a rattan cage, and through the gap, he saw that the walls outside the palace were covered with yellow talismans.

Seeing this scene, he froze for a moment.

It seems that these Dongying people are completely vigilant, and they have pasted so many talismans. If they get close to the palace, they will be discovered, right?

The boy in the rattan cage was a little embarrassed, and was a little tangled for a while, but just as he was thinking hard about the solution, a small wind blew up at night.

The talismans stuck on the city wall were rattling and swaying non-stop when blown by the breeze, Lin Xiaolu's eyes lit up immediately after seeing this scene.

He didn't approach, but secretly opened the rattan cage, stretched out his palm, and aimed at the talisman on the city wall.

The Yi Jin Jing was running in the body, then Lin Xiaolu controlled his strength and pushed his palm violently!

"Wow~"

A slight heat came from the palm, and the talismans on one wall were shattered.

Lin Xiaolu observed for a while, seeing that the runes on the talisman were not lit, the corners of his mouth immediately twitched.

A warrior as powerful as himself is indeed a natural assassin for a cultivator!

These talismans should be able to sense spiritual power and the approach of living things, but they cannot sense internal power!

After all, the internal force is released externally. If the force is controlled well enough, it is actually equal to the wind!

Ha ha!These grandsons, I'm going to kill them tonight!

If I don't slaughter you all, I won't rest in peace!

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"Host!"

The frightened voice of the monk resounded in the palace again, and woke up Xiuye ​​Zongchun who was meditating.

Looking at the pale-faced monk in front of him, Xiu Yezong's old eyes flashed sharply. The monk was startled, and then his voice trembled:

"Watanabe-san and Oda-san who are in charge of standing guard... are dead."

Xiu Yezong's face was ashen, his body disappeared, and he came directly to a palace.

In the palace, several monks were standing in front of them, and in the middle of them were two headless corpses.

Xiu Ye Zongchun's expression turned extremely ugly.

Weird assassins appeared in the city, so all the monks are doing everything together now, and they took turns to stand guard, and they were killed in the end?

Why didn't the talismans outside the palace respond?

How did that assassin get in!

In the arena, with a livid face, he glanced at the many monks, and said coldly:

"Did you see that man?"

"Back to host, only, only saw a black shadow." A monk stammered:

"After Watanabe and Xiaotian were killed, we chased them out immediately, but when we got outside, we found no one at all."

People have the greatest fear of the unknown, and so do monks. At this moment, all the monks showed panic, and Xiu Yezongchun was also puzzled.

His spiritual sense scanned the entire palace over and over again, but he still found nothing, except that a talisman was missing on the south wall.

He was completely bewildered.

How did that assassin break up these talismans without causing the talismans to react?

Even if you use a spiritual power talisman at a distance, there will be a response.

He walked out of the room, looked at the sky with a pair of vicissitudes of life, fiddled with the prayer beads in his hands, and his spiritual consciousness covered the entire imperial city again, but he still didn't find it.

No one, no breathing, no heartbeat.

The entire imperial city is indeed an empty city, why?

That night, Xiu Ye Zongchun teleported back after leaving the palace, hid in the palace where the monks were, and waited for a whole night, but nothing happened again, until the next day when the sky cleared, he left helplessly.

He has plans to take his subordinates away, although he is not very reconciled, but there is no need for him to get entangled with a Dan Jie who has weird methods here.

That's right, he believed that the assassin was a cultivator at the Alchemy Realm, but the method was rather weird. After all, if this person didn't dare to sneak attack him, it must not be Nascent Soul.

Thinking like this, Xiuye ​​Zongchun returned to the main hall of the palace, while preparing to meditate, while habitually observing the whole city with his spiritual sense again, and this time!He saw an interesting scene.

Outside the capital, in the north, he saw four people talking.

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In the early morning, under the warm sunshine, Tang Long dressed in black and Qin Congcong looked at the young monk and girl blankly.

He didn't know this girl, but he had an impression of this little monk. He had just met Lin Xiaolu back then, and Lin Xiaolu took him to the inn to communicate. There was this little monk in the inn at that time, and there were two other girls and a duck.

"Little master, are you also here to help the little deer?" He asked curiously

In front of him, Wugou was taken aback when he heard his words, and then said pleasantly:

"The little deer benefactor is here?"