The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

"Hey, why are young masters everywhere in this city?" Xu Wang is worthy of being called a genius ghost cultivator, and soon found a way for the puppet to communicate with the manipulator, and said mercilessly, "Only them Also worthy?"

Chu Yiyang smiled slightly, but did not speak.

The third disciple of Patriarch Xuehe didn't seem to have a very good temper at ordinary times. When he was silent for a while, the two guards became visibly nervous:

"Young master, but what has changed in the city?"

It's almost midnight, if it affects the activation of the formation, it will be troublesome.

"Why don't you go in and communicate?!" Chu Yiyang felt annoyed at being stopped, and stared at them for a moment before yelling in Bai Wuchang's feeble voice, "Let me quickly report to Master?"

"Yes!" The guards' expressions changed when they heard the words, and one of them hurriedly turned around and ran into the temple, leaving the other to accompany the third young master who was not to be trifled with.

Chu Yiyang waited on the spot with a sullen face, and waited until the guard who went in before appeared again, before he could make a sound, he quickly walked towards the temple.

The guard hurriedly supported the top hat on his head and followed him: "The ancestor is waiting for the third young master inside, young master, please."

As soon as he stepped into the temple, Chu Yiyang felt that something was wrong. The temple looked normal from the outside, but when he entered, the positive and negative were reversed.

This place was supposed to be the purest place in the world, but as soon as I entered this moment, I could feel the yin energy rushing up from the feet, and the whole space was reversed. How bright and holy it used to be, now it is so gloomy and filthy.

Xu Huang, who was staying in his sleeve, let out a "huh" with a bit of surprise in his voice.

Chu Yiyang understands why he has such a reaction. This kid is a ghost cultivator, and he cultivates the purest way of ghosts. Coming here is like returning home.

In the temple, only one of the main halls is enshrined with statues of gods and emperors, and murals are depicted in other places.

As Chu Yiyang walked forward, his gaze swept over these murals, and he saw that the scenes of the fairy world painted on them had turned into a boundless hell, and all immortals and saints were transformed into evil spirits.

To change the attributes of the temple, the Blood River Array might not be able to do it.

He looked back in thought, and followed the guards leading the way to the main hall.

The Shenjun Temple, where the incense is enshrined, is now more like the Hades Hall. A ray of skylight falls in front of the Shenjun Statue, illuminating the Blood River Patriarch who is dressed in red and sitting on the head.

As soon as Chu Yiyang saw him, he knew from whom Bai Wuchang learned his sitting posture.

The Patriarch of Xuehe has a lifespan of more than two hundred years, he is full of ghostly aura, his cheeks are as thin as a skeleton, and two will-o'-the-wisps are faintly burning in his eyes, but no pupils are visible.The people standing below glanced at his red clothes, thankful that they had changed before coming out, otherwise they would have clashed with him.

Originally, in terms of probability, a villain with a name like Patriarch Xuehe who didn't make many appearances could be his younger brother, but Chu Yiyang decided it wasn't after seeing him.

It's old and ugly, and it doesn't add much to the plot, it's impossible.

"Impermanence." The ancestor of Xuehe spoke, his voice was as piercing as metal scraping, "I'm not staying in the east of the city at this time, what are you looking for as a teacher?"

Chu Yiyang took a step forward and bowed his head respectfully to Bai Wuchang with his skin on his shoulders: "Reporting to Master, according to the report from the eyeliner planted in Qinglian Inn, the young master of Hehuan Sect entered the city two days in advance."

After he finished speaking, he stood on the spot and raised his head while maintaining the posture of clasping his fists. His eyes fell on the statue of the god behind Patriarch Xuehe.

Standing at the previous position, the skylight from above blurred the statue's face, making it difficult for people to see clearly, but after Chu Yiyang took a step forward and entered the range of skylight, he could clearly see the change of the statue.

The majestic, majestic and imposing statues of gods without carved faces have completely changed at this moment.

The statue is full of ghosts, and the yin and yang of the token in its hand are reversed. The face that was left blank because the world didn't know what the first god looked like also had five senses.

This face is different from the evil ghost Shura on the mural outside, and the outline of the facial features is definitely beautiful and moving.

Even if it is only made of stone, it clearly reveals a sense of agility and innocence, but this innocence is not a juvenile demeanor, but a creeping cruelty.

Just adding this face, the god is clearly still in the same posture as before, but his temperament is completely different.

Chu Yiyang frowned slightly, this was the first time he saw a certain existence since entering this world, but he had no idea who he was.

After listening to the news he brought, Patriarch Xuehe was a little bit apprehensive towards Hehuanzong and his master, but he acted much calmer than Bai Wuchang.

Just listen to him say: "Come, come."

Fear is fear, but it is not as important as this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to impact the realm and sacrifice magic weapons.

He waved his hand to the ecstatic disciple who seemed to be looking at his back just now, "Don't worry about it, just follow the plan when you go back, if the successor of the Hehuan Sect dies in Qingye Mountain City, he can only blame himself for his bad luck .”

As for that crazy woman Ying Qiushui who wanted to seek revenge from them, she had to find them.

Seeing that Patriarch Xuehe looked ready to retreat, Chu Yiyang nodded yes, and retreated according to his instructions.At this moment, his doubts about who the face that appeared on the statue of Shenjun belonged to overwhelmed the others, and it didn't matter what the blood river had behind him.

The guard who brought him in just now led him outside the temple again, saluted him respectfully, and watched him leave.

Chu Yiyang seemed to leave, but in fact, he turned into smoke and disappeared as soon as he reached the corner of the street, and gathered near a residential house the next moment.When the Blood River Formation is activated, the entire city will be surrounded by blood mist, and there is nowhere to break through. The only way is to go to the eyes of the formation to break through the formation.

As soon as he left the temple, Xu Wang relaxed and regained his freedom.

The little black cat poked its head out of its sleeve immediately, shook its beard, and looked at the house in front of it excitedly: "Where is this?"

He watched Chu Yiyang's actions, and everything was beyond his expectations, so he simply didn't bother to guess, following him around the city was much more interesting than wandering around alone.

From Chu Yiyang's perspective, we can see the three words written on the plaque of this house - the residence of the gods, but it is the place where the servants of the temple live.

Not everyone in this world has the qualifications for cultivation. Those who have the qualifications can naturally join the orthodox Taoism and the magic way, but for ordinary people, if they want to get closer to the gods, there is only one way - to become a servant in the temple.

In the dead of night, the door of Fengshenju was closed tightly.

To Chu Yiyang, this was just a decoration, and he took one step forward.

The servants in the temple are all sent to the temple from a young age, and if they are not favored by the temple at the age of 20, they will be released to their homes.

The ancestor of Xuehe occupied the temple during the time when he was entrenched in Qingye Mountain City. These servants have no cultivation level, and they occasionally feel something wrong when cleaning daily, but they don't know what's wrong.

When Chu Yiyang came in, he saw that there was still a room lit up in the courtyard, so he went in that direction.

After regaining his figure in the room, he saw a young man in the white clothes of the temple, kneeling in front of the statue of the god he enshrined in private, praying, hoping that the shrine could hear his voice.

Hearing movement behind him, the handsome young man turned his head vigilantly: "Who..."

In the next second, he was frozen in place. Except for the eyes, there was no moving part of his body, and only a white figure could be seen out of the corner of his eyes.Before he could see the other person's face clearly, someone waved his hand, causing him to lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

Getting the person under the bed, Chu Yiyang sat down by the bed, the little black cat jumped onto his lap, and showed his belly to him without any notice: "What are you going to do now?"

Chu Yiyang touched the hairless cat's head, and his appearance and figure slowly changed under the lamp: "Wait."

In the blink of an eye, a new day begins, and the wind and sand in the desert have not abated, constantly attacking the lanterns hanging on the city.

The guarding team in the city recruited monks for such harsh weather, and they could see clearly even in the wind and sand at night if they had cultivation bases to protect them.

"It's midnight, change the guard!"

The monk standing on the top of the city was looking into the distance when he heard a voice behind him, and when he turned around, he saw his mortal colleague in armor coming towards him, waving for him to go down for a drink.

He smiled, and was about to say something to his colleagues when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of blood mist rising from all corners of the city, and his expression immediately became solemn.

The watchmen in the city were walking in the alleys, feeling that the moonlight above their heads was being obscured, and when they looked up suddenly, they saw the blood mist covering the starry sky above their heads.

With a bang, the baton in his hand and the gong fell to the ground with a bang, and a scream from his throat broke the calm of the residential area: "There are... there are monsters! There are monsters——!"

He fought back and forth, turned around and ran, and before he could take a few steps, he was covered in blood mist, and with a scream, his whole body began to melt from his legs.

At this moment, the watchmen and alcoholics who were still active in the city became the first prey to be engulfed by the blood river formation.

When the wind moved, the blood mist roared and turned, attacking the soldiers at the top of the city who noticed something strange.

"Be careful!" The cultivator who was standing on the top of the wall, seeing all this, rushed to the wall, and just about to remind the colleagues below not to fight recklessly, there were screams from below one after another.

The blood mist is so poisonous that mortals will die if they touch it, and it will be melted into blood and swallowed by it. Today's patrolling team suddenly has only a few people on the city wall left.

The cultivator wearing a blue scribe robe showed a magic weapon like a judge's pen in his hand, and shouted: "Everyone come to me!"

After speaking, he took control of his talisman, and the light blue light radiated from his body became the only light in the bloody night, and the rest of the people also gathered around him.

However, this is only a little more breathing room.

The blood mist eroded his protective mask as soon as it touched, and when the mask was broken, the blood mist filled in, and his colleagues around him immediately turned into nutrients for the blood river formation.

Hearing the screams of his colleagues, and seeing the mist turn into tentacles and stab at his eyeballs, the surrounded middle-aged scribes had nowhere to escape.

He was so wide-eyed that he gritted his teeth and threw the talisman upwards, urging his spiritual power violently to make the judge pen explode in the air, and the next moment he was engulfed in blood mist.

This earth-shattering explosion completely broke the silence in the city, and all monks and mortals woke up.

Some people were swallowed by the blood mist when they came out of their homes in cloaked clothes, and those who stayed in the room were not spared, watching the boundless blood mist spread in and engulfing all living things.

This big city of 10 people instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, and the howls and screams were heard endlessly.

All the monks in the city had rushed out, looking at the blood mist in horror, someone recognized the method of the blood river ancestor: "Blood river! It's the blood river formation!"

The blood river patriarch had a great reputation, he used the blood river formation to massacre a dynasty, and he was considered ruthless among ghost cultivators, but today in Qingye mountain city, he wanted to concoct the same disaster as before, and wanted to use the hundreds of thousands of mortals in the city to follow him. The monk came to help him break through!

Those ordinary residents without formation protection have turned into a place where blood mist ravages, and even this monk community with magic weapons and formation blessings will not be peaceful for long.

At this moment, there was another wild laughter in the blood mist——

"In the past, your Taoist sects were yelling at us to kill and beat us, but now the big formation is opened, and the ancestors have boundless magic power. You are all turtles in the jar! Today I want you to see what Feng Shui turns!"

"What are you talking about? Kill!"

Accompanied by this burst of overwhelming laughter, countless figures of evil cultivators flew from the four corners of Qingye Mountain City.

In the blood river formation, their cultivation bases have been raised by two or three realms. In their eyes, these monks who are no more than the golden core stage are the best playthings.

The great formation of the ancestors is really incomparable. When they came over, they casually killed those mortals who rushed to the street, and they felt that every time they killed a person, their own strength was also increased.

In this way, if they kill enough people in the Blood River Formation, and the Grand Formation has always been run by the ancestors, wouldn't they be able to sit on Qingye Mountain City and be invincible in the world?

"Rat! How dare you!"

Hearing these words, the decent disciples of the Taoist sect below couldn't bear it any longer. In an instant, dozens of streamers of light flew up in the dark night to meet the evil disciples coming from all sides.

If they don't stand up together, unite and try their best to prevent the disaster of Qingye Mountain City today, then the whole city will be reduced to hell.

At this moment, no matter what sect or sect they come from, Xuanmen disciples all have the same cognition. More and more monks fly up like meteors and join the battle group. clean.

Some of the cultivators in the city were able to fight against the evil cultivators who wanted to kill, like the young master of the Tianqin Sect and the head disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect who fought in the inn earlier, there were also those who were not strong enough to fight, so they chose to run towards ordinary people.

Evil cultivators are blessed with blood mist, like a tiger with wings added, but righteous monks have to distract themselves from resisting the blood mist, and at the same time face their opponents, seeing that their disadvantages are getting bigger and bigger.

Outside the Qinglian Inn, a group of monks who had not joined the battle looked at the blood mist, looking for a corner to break through.

However, the speed of the blood mist was faster than they thought, and as more and more people died in the city, the power of the big formation became stronger and stronger. They wanted to break out at this time and ask the nearby big faction for help. It is already impossible.

Fu Yueshu and others were also looking at the chaos outside the inn. They saw a middle-aged scribe holding a compass, stroked his long beard and said decisively: "We can't wait anymore. It's useless to kill these evil cultivators. We have to find the eyes of the formation." , break the formation!"

Although their cultivation levels are not high, there are still a few of them who are proficient in formations. If they can find an opportunity to enter the eyes of the formation, they still have a chance to break the game.

But the blood river old devil who presided over the formation must be more powerful than these minions in the sky. With their cultivation base, they might be executed if they can't break into the formation's eye.

At this moment, everyone thought of a person——

"Acacia Sect... Where is Fellow Daoist Ying?"

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