The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Thinking about the glove that he didn't know where it was hidden, Chu Yiyang didn't talk to him much, and directly attacked him!

In the martial arts arena, there was the sound of clashing swords and swords. Yan Xun stood in the distance and looked at the two people fighting in the field. Vertical pupil looked at the field.

Yan Xun lowered his head and touched its head with his fingertips: "Did you notice it too?"

The venue of this second level is interesting, if you enter, your cultivation base will be banned and cannot be used.

This is obviously a limitation of the formation.

Just now he asked Chu Yiyang if he needed to play by himself, and he was not being polite. The aura of the Demon Realm is weak, and the fights are fierce.

And these monks who live in the famous mountains and rivers with abundant aura, although they will also experience fighting, they are used to relying on their own cultivation. They know how to practice, but not everyone is good at fighting.

Yan Xun could see clearly that this young man guarding the second pass was born in the army, a soldier who fought on the battlefield, and was used to the martial arts field he guarded. Ordinary practitioners could not take advantage of him at all.

However, Chu Yiyang once again surprised him.

When he went up, he used fierce killer moves without holding back his hands, and his saber technique was the same as the sword technique that the young man practiced just now, honed from life and death, each move was concise and fierce.

The young man opposite him felt a huge force when he took over, and was beaten back a few steps by the coherent killing move, with a look of surprise on his face.

The young man in red in front of him was like an unsheathed flaming knife, he followed him up like a shadow, and the knife in his hand slashed down again unstoppably.

This is not something that can be learned in Xiuxian sect. The young man sensed an aura very similar to himself in him. Although he didn't want to understand why the person in front of him was the same as himself, his eyes lit up.

Yan Xun's eyes also slowly lit up as he watched the field turn into two whirlwinds, and the two met their opponents and fell into a duel.

The Young Master of the Hehuan Sect and Young Master Jinling, Ying Jiexin, are more and more unexpected every time. Where did he go to hone such a saber technique?

When moving in the arena, the whole person turned into a ball of blazing flames, but the light of the knife was colder than the wind and snow. It made people feel that such a weapon was more suitable for him than Jin Lingchai.

With swords and swords, the two moved faster and faster. When the young man guarding the second pass felt that he had met a rare opponent, Chu Yiyang felt a long-lost joy in his heart.

Not every mission world he has been to has the immortal way of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, and there are also times when he pursues the peak of pure martial arts as a mortal and fights to the death on the battlefield.

After fighting the guards in the second level, this feeling came back.

The sound of metal and iron clashing almost turned into a gust of wind and rain, the moves of the two were difficult to catch with the naked eye, and it was unknown who would win in the end purely with sword skills and sword moves.

Yan Xun still stood where he was, waiting for the two to decide the winner, but at first he felt that he might have to make a move, but now he felt that it might not be necessary.

After a heavy clash of swords and sparks, the two engaged in the battle retreated to the rear at the same time, separated from the battle situation.

Under the moonlight, the young man wearing a half-worn warrior robe looked down at the Qingfeng sword in his hand, and then heard a "snap", the blade broke from the middle and fell to the ground.

And the next moment, the knife in the hand of Chu Yiyang who was standing opposite him also snapped, and half of the knife fell to his feet.

It seemed that there was no winner, but the young man picked up the broken sword on the ground, and saluted the young man in red in front of him, "Your Excellency has won."

Seeing this young man in red who broke into the palace at night and remained unchanged after fighting with him, he nodded coldly to him, then dropped the knife in his hand, turned around and walked towards his companion.

The young man looked at his back for a moment, then turned around and walked back.

He has no ill feeling towards these two men.

Although I don't know their purpose in coming to the palace, but they don't seem to be vicious people. The young man even wondered whether Chu Yiyang, who had just fought with him, could break through the 33rd floor. If he could submit to their Xuanyuan Dynasty, he would have a chance in the future When colleagues learn from each other.

It's just that he never thought that the purpose of Chu Yiyang's visit was not to break through the guards on the 33rd floor.

As soon as he turned around, the people behind him approached him like a ghost, and then slammed his palm on the back of his neck, causing him to lose consciousness instantly, and fell forward.

Yan Xun, who was ready to go to the next level: "..."

Although Chu Yiyang said that he came to the palace to find something, normal people would think that what he was looking for was in the center of the palace, and would never think of it as being on the outskirts of the palace, this poor-looking young guard.

He walked towards this side and saw that Chu Yiyang had squatted down, turned the fainted person on the ground to the front, and then groped for a while on him.His slender, fair fingers penetrated into his starched white warrior robe, but the young man in red had an extremely calm expression on his face, and it didn't seem at all that he was doing something inappropriate for his status.

"No." Chu Yiyang searched him all over, but found neither the mezzanine nor the storage bag, so he asked in his heart, "Is it really on him?"

"Yes." The system replied with a very positive tone.

Although no one else will come to the Martial Arts Field for a while, Chu Yiyang still feels that time is running out, so get it as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible.

Hearing this, he quickly groped for the places on the young man's body that might be hiding something, ripped his robe into a mess, and exposed his solid chest from the skirt.

Although the young man lying on the ground who was knocked unconscious had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a trace of nobility in his eyebrows, and Chu Yiyang, who was helping him up and down, had a picturesque face. This scene did not look insignificant , and even a few pleasing to the eye, Yan Xun couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"

"Don't make noise." Chu Yiyang said without raising his head, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw something shining under the young man's skirt, so he stretched out his hand to pull his skirt open further, and saw something reflecting in the moonlight .

It was a necklace with a black leather cord and a golden box the size of a fingernail at the bottom.

Chu Yiyang's hand just now was very heavy, and the young man has not woken up yet.He picked up the necklace, ran his fingertips around the edge of the box, and found a concealed clasp on the side.

Chu Yiyang's fingertips slid across the hidden buckle, and the small golden box opened with a "snap", and a piece of extremely small, golden silk-like "cloth" fell out of it, stretching on the young man's chest, into the shape of a glove.

found it!

When the robbers were familiar with the road, they grabbed what they were looking for, got up from the unconscious young man, and said to Yan Xun, "Let's go!"

Yan Xun knew the extraordinaryness of this glove when he saw it, but without further questioning, he planned to leave the palace with Chu Yiyang and go straight to the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs.Anyway, even if no one on the ground notices, he will wake up after a while.

However, just as the two were about to leave the martial arts arena, a bell rang suddenly from the sky above the entire imperial capital.

The majestic bells rang out under the moonlit night, sweeping across the entire imperial capital.

On the martial arts arena, Chu Yiyang raised his head and saw crows and sparrows flying under the moon, and several powerful auras erupted inside and outside the imperial city.

In the inn, the elders of the various sects who planned to rush out before the arrival of the Kunlun Sword Sect all rushed out and looked up at the sky.

In the palace, in the brightly lit palace, the sword master in white raised his eyes to look out of the palace, and the eyes of the great priest standing behind the queen showed his brilliance again:

"This is the temple bell..."

There are also temples dedicated to the gods in the imperial capital of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

There are many people in the imperial capital, and there are more believers in the gods, so the temples in the imperial capital often have priests preaching. This bell tower standing in the west of the temple was set up to gather believers and remind them that the temple preaching began.

But the sermon will not be at this time, and no one is ringing the constantly vibrating and sounding bronze bell on the towering bell tower.

The priest in the temple stood in the main hall, and the statue of the god stood behind the sky with the yin and yang order in his hand. Hearing the bell outside, the priest raised his head and looked at the statue of the god standing above him. He saw that the statue was originally blank. His face gradually distorted and fluctuated.

The facial features were born on the flat face, and the facial features showed joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Hearing the commotion outside and the messy footsteps in the temple, the priest watched in shock as the expression on the face on the statue of the god changed, and finally stopped at got angry.

It was a face between a boy and a youth.

The facial features that should have been very beautiful were destroyed by anger, and there was endless tyranny and evil in the eyes looking at the beings below.

Above the statue of the god, the phantom of an hourglass rose upwards, penetrated the roof of the temple, came under the bright moon, and magnified in front of all those who looked up at the sky.

"what is that……"

Not only the monks gathered in the imperial capital, but also the civilians in the imperial capital also saw this hourglass hanging in the air.

In the depths of the palace, the emperor, who had been having a high fever and could not sleep peacefully, twitched again in a coma, and felt the familiar eerie aura approaching him.

Inside and outside the imperial city, the originally empty streets and alleys were also permeated with a strong yin energy. The wandering ghosts who hadn't seen during the day appeared out of thin air, with empty eyes and dull expressions, wandering around aimlessly.

Seen from the outside, the entire imperial capital is full of ghosts. Compared with Qingye Mountain City, it is less bloody, but more eerie.

In the four corners of the imperial capital, everything has completely changed, and all the houses and markets that originally existed there have been swallowed up.

In the thick yin, there are four ghost halls with different signs rising from the ground. Inside, thousands of ghosts are crying, white banners are beckoning, paper money is all over the sky, and ghosts are soaring. They surround the central palace and suppress the emperor dragon. gas.

The token in Chu Yiyang's arms sparked a fever.

He took out the token, and Yan Xun's eyes fell on it, seeing the token trembling in his palm.The flame pattern in the middle turned red, and a ray of red flames emerged from the token, heading towards the ghost hall rising into the sky to the south.

Before he could think clearly, the ground under their feet began to vibrate, even if they were as deep as Yan Xun, they couldn't stand still.

The hourglass above the temple starts counting.

The moment the first gravel fell to the bottom, all the people who walked out of the house disappeared in place, and at the same time, a message was also transmitted to their sea of ​​consciousness——

"The first game: Senluo Four Palaces."

"Customs clearance time: three hours."

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