What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The robbery cloud is also divided into grades, the lighter the color, the easier it is to pass, but it also means the weaker the strength of the robber, among which white is the weakest, followed by orange, red, and purple are the strongest.

The robbery cloud raging outside the window now is purple, or the deepest purple, almost the color of ink.

Pipa Town has not had an ancestor who has passed Yuanying Jie for nearly a thousand years, and it is this legendary dark purple color. No one wants to admire the heroic appearance of that fairy, but no one dares to take a step forward.

Yinrong also cowardly huddled in her master's private room, and only dared to sneak a peek out from the crack of the window. When it dispersed, it was almost dusk.

Dongliu failed to make a comeback today as he wished—the strong in the cultivation world are respected, and almost everyone has the feeling of Mu Qiang, even the gamblers downstairs, after that unknown powerful man overcame the catastrophe, Filed out from the gambling house, looking for Lei Jie's position, wanting to pay homage to the freshly baked ancestor.

The master and apprentice Yinrong were no exception, they both followed the crowd, but before they saw anyone, they smelled a strong smell of blood and saw the mulberry forest that had been burned to ashes.

"Is the Thunder Tribulation of Patriarch Yuan Ying so powerful?"

"It's too tragic. Could it be that the ancestor failed in crossing the tribulation?"

"No, it's clearly a fight! This place must have experienced a fierce battle not long ago!"

"Those who can fight against the Yuanying ancestor will only have a higher level of cultivation. The front is probably more dangerous than good."

Everyone was chattering, and they all smelled danger, and no one dared to go any further. Worshiping the strong is one aspect, but no one wants to get involved in the fighting scene of the strong, and no one wants to be the one who gets hurt pond fish.

Everyone gradually dispersed, Dongliu was gearing up to get excited, and walked towards the gambling house briskly, probably only thinking about "returning the book" in his mind, and had completely forgotten about his little apprentice.

Yinrong had long been used to his master's unreliability, so he didn't care, and walked back slowly with the crowd, only looking back at the scorched mulberry forest from time to time.

What kind of Immortal Venerable is there to have such a powerful Jieyun.

Yinrong was full of envy, but unfortunately he mustered up his courage a few times, but he didn't have the guts to take risks.

"Silver Fleece." Someone whispered his name.

Yin Rong moved her furry fox ears vigilantly, and she saw an acquaintance, "Aunt Lan Zhi? What do you want me to do?"

Lan Zhi stopped him but didn't speak, hesitant to speak, just when Yinrong was about to run out of patience and wanted to turn around and leave, Lan Zhi bit her lip, saying that only the two of them could hear He whispered, "Your lover seems to have entered that mulberry forest."

Silver Fleece: "?"

What's your favorite?Chengyang Muqiu?How could she know Chengyang Muqiu?

Yinrong said vigilantly: "I don't have any lovers, so don't lie to me."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not," Lan Zhi said, "No matter what, you saved me from Tu Dazui, and you didn't forget about the past, and you didn't hurt me... I owe you a favor, so I just let you know things to tell you."

"Of course I haven't met your girlfriend, but when Tu Dazui tied me up, I mentioned him, and I recently had tea with some benefactors from outside, and I learned something." She said vaguely, " Those benefactors have a lot of background, they came to Pipa Town to find someone, I just guessed, maybe they are your good friends."

"..." In fact, Yinrong's heart sank when she heard "come to Pipa Town to find someone".

Looking for someone, someone with a strong background, Jieyun...

This shows that among those enemies there is still a Nascent Soul Patriarch who has just broken through!How could their own furnace be their opponents!Such a large mulberry forest was burned, so he must have been wiped out, right? ?

Lan Zhi: "If it's really him, maybe there's still time to see him for the last time."

"Sister Lan Zhi, thank you." Yinrong thanked her solemnly, turned around and left.

This was the first time that Lan Zhi was not called 'aunt' deliberately by Yinrong, but she had mixed feelings in her heart, and couldn't help shouting at his back: "Actually, I'm just guessing, you... be careful!"

In the blink of an eye, Yinrong has turned into a little fox, a small ball, sprinting close to the ground, the fluffy fur on its body undulating with the movement of running, and soon disappeared without a trace.

When I saw Chengyang Muqiu again, the situation was very similar to the first time I saw him.

The young man fell to the ground, unconscious, even more embarrassed than when he first saw him. The coarse cloth clothes without any defense power were chopped to pieces, revealing his firm chest and abdomen, and his skin was also scorched black. With the cold white sword, several corpses lay in disorder around it.

Both lose.

Yinrong didn't bother to think about why his furnace could still "injure both" when it met the "Old Ancestor of Yuanying", so he moved over in fear and stretched out his hand to feel Chengyang Muqiu's breath.

Like meeting for the first time, Chengyang Muqiu suddenly opened his eyes, but this time there was no murderous look in his eyes, but the tenderness that Yinrong was familiar with, "Yinronger, how did you find it?"

Maybe it was because the voice was too weak and the lips were too pale. After hearing this sentence, Yin Rong's nose became sore, and she touched Chengyang Muqiu's face in distress, and felt the short stubble in her hand, "Where did it hurt?" ? I'll take you back to heal your wounds, and I'll find Master..."

Chengyang Muqiu shook his head: "Run, there are still pursuers."

As soon as the words fell, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and the scene that followed scared Yin Rong to the point of losing his soul. The thick black hair on his stove turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pale lips were stained scarlet with blood.

Is this...the Five Decays of Heaven and Man?

When the powers above Yuanying and above are exhausted, the signs of the five declines of heaven and man will appear. Yinrong was shocked and frightened when he saw it, and murmured: "Brother, who are you?"

Chengyang Muqiu just smiled wryly, and said with the last of his strength: "Yinrong, run."

Like Yinghe Chengyang Muqiu's words, the sound of rumbling ruts sounded in the distance, and even Yinrong, an ignorant country demon, could sense the ensuing surge of spiritual power.

That is by no means an ordinary chariot or horse, but a magic weapon for transportation that is unique to a large sect and aristocratic family. It is more ostentatious than flying with a sword and can accommodate more monks.

...Could it be thousands of troops coming to wipe out, uh, one person?

How sacred is your own furnace!Is it worth such a mobilization?

Rationality told Yinrong that he should run away immediately, and staying for a moment longer would be fatal.

Yinrong gritted her teeth and convinced herself silently in her heart: no matter how good the furnace is, it is not as important as a small life. If the furnace is gone, you can find it again, but if your life is gone, you have nothing for yourself. So what if you get along happily? ?It's just sewing a rag doll, there's no need to be obsessed with it, go to the market to sell embroidery, and he will spend the spirit stones he earns, so don't be soft-hearted!

Chengyang Muqiu's breath was weak, but he continued to repeat with the last of his strength: "Yinrong, run." It seemed that these four words were his last wish.

Silver Fleece: "..."

Damn, forget it.

Yinrong gritted her teeth, and with a speed that she was afraid of regretting, she threw Chengyang Muqiu onto her back, and ran away hard with him on her back.

"... What are you doing?" Chengyang Muqiu might really be dying, and he had no strength to struggle, even to question him.

"Save your energy and don't talk." Yinrong said out of breath.

Chengyang Muqiu is tall and tall, with particularly long legs. When being carried on the back, both insteps drag on the ground. The whole person is slender and strong, and the weight is evident. In order to grow, even a tall adult man can walk like flying with his back on his back.

Silver velvet was raised in free range, and every plant and tree around Pipa Town is like a treasure. He is a well-deserved local snake. His bet is that the "chasing soldiers" are not familiar with the terrain, and they want to make a time difference to gain a chance of survival.

In Taiwei Realm, inside the main peak of Shenheng Hall, Jing Cen and Xi He, who were guarding the soul lamp, got up suddenly at the same time.

This time, without waiting for Xi He's reminder, Jing Cen, who has always been calm, said, "Go get the secret letter."

The secret letter left by the master requires the presence of several personal disciples at the same time before it can be opened. Xi He didn't dare to delay, so he searched for Qi Shuang, Du E and other senior brothers non-stop. Letter, Jing Cen ordered in a deep voice: "Leave immediately and go to Pipa Town outside Xueku Valley."

Yinrong dragged Chengyang Muqiu into an underground mausoleum.

I heard from the old man in the town that this is the mausoleum complex of a great family of cultivation that has declined. I don’t know how many years it has existed. In short, there was this underground palace before there was Pipa Town.

There is a natural defensive circle in the underground palace, which is used to hide the location, and can also hide the breath of life that accidentally intrudes. Reliable adults do not allow children to run here, but Yinrong's guardian, Dongliu Daojun, has always been with "" Reliable" is a far cry from the word.

When the silver velvet was just able to transform into a milk doll, it passed by by mistake, and was trapped in the underground palace for seven days and seven nights. When Dong Liu, who was in a hurry, found him, he couldn't help but beat the board hard, crying until he hiccupped. Only then did the master stop, and gave him another hearty meal of roast chicken.

Yinrong's experience about the underground palace is so rich and colorful, so the memory is still fresh.

Of course, a child's curiosity cannot be stifled by a butt board. For so many years, Yinrong has already figured out this maze-like tunnel clearly, and can escape all attacking spells with his eyes closed, and retreat completely.

He put Chengyang Muqiu in an open space, which was a small ear room, without a coffin, and the ground was a smooth piece of star trace stone, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Brother, we are safe for the time being, this place No one will be found."

Chengyang Muqiu could feel that life was passing by quickly. In the battle just now, the opponent not only outnumbered the enemy, but also prepared countless high-level spells and magic tools. He was clearly prepared. It is a miracle that they can be killed together before they die.

"Don't waste your efforts, I already have the signs of the five declines of heaven and man, and there is no cure for medicine and stone."

Yinrong ignored him, took off his clothes on his own, and then went to take off his pants.

"I have a way to save you," Yinrong said, "Brother, I am your life-saving medicine."