The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

In the residential area to the east, there is no sound among the ruins.

The ghosts wandering here in twos and threes held spears and halberds, pushing aside the bricks and stones on the ground from time to time, searching for the living people hidden underneath.

In the dark night, there was a sound of armor rubbing against each other. These evil spirits, who were dressed as soldiers of an unknown dynasty and no longer looked like skeletons because of the absorption of yang energy, stood between the ruined walls and looked towards the end of the long street.

In the gray-blue night fog, a group of companions formed a team and paraded towards this side.

As evil spirits climbing up from the nether world, they are still different from the ferocious beasts raging in the imperial capital.

They are not cultivated enough to provoke monks, so they only absorb yang energy in the area where mortals gather. The beasts that come out of the imperial tombs in the eastern suburbs like to destroy the capital that has suppressed them for a long time, and dare to slaughter them in the mist monk.

Behind a stone wall, an evil spirit dressed as a little commander came out.

Standing in the middle of the road, he made a hoarse voice towards the assembled companions, asking how they came back.

The living people here have been harvested almost, and they all plan to expand to the periphery. What are these companions doing back?

The companion on the opposite side did not answer, and when the fog that permeated the long street cleared and the moonlight shone overhead, the evil ghosts who stopped their movements saw that the color of the flames in the eye sockets of the companion on the opposite side was different, and behind them, There are two breaths of living people.

"kill."

The boy's voice resounded like gold and jade in the dark night, the red light in the eyes of these manipulated ghost soldiers raised their weapons and slashed at their companions, and the long street fought in an instant.

……

In the dissipated and condensed gray fog, spells radiated across the sky, and the cultivators who were ambushed by evil ghosts with cultivation bases made anxious sounds from time to time.

Beitang Hanye, following the light of the token, came out of the mist. When the group of monks who were struggling to resist these vicious ghosts saw him, they were so happy that they cried, "Master Sword!"

The sword master in white stopped in his tracks, and the robe on his body seemed to merge with the mist behind him.

Although they don't know why he came so quickly, everyone couldn't care less about the punishment for not reporting the news, and they only hoped that the people in front of them could lead them out of danger.

Beitang Hanye did not speak, but looked towards the place where the radiance was strongest, and saw a young female cultivator guarded by the group of monks in the middle.

Holding the token in her hand, she poured spiritual power into it. When she saw this handsome and handsome sword master looking at herself without looking at others, her heart beat faster and her face blushed involuntarily.

"sword……"

She opened her mouth timidly, and originally wanted to ask Sword Master Beitang why he was looking at her like this, but when she saw the gray mist behind him move, she immediately screamed, "Be careful Sword Master!"

There were dozens of evil spirits besieging them in the gray mist, and the eight strongest of them just sneaked into the mist, and now they circled behind Beitang Hanye, and they were about to launch an attack to kill him!

In the fog, eight different weapons were slashing towards him, but Beitang Hanye stood still.

The faces of the eight evil spirits who were attacking him were still pale, and a snow-white sword light was reflected in front of their eyes, sweeping across the air fiercely, cutting them in half!

The other monks who were being besieged by the evil spirits watched this scene and saw the eight strongest evil spirits lower their heads while maintaining the posture of jumping out of the gray mist.

Their lower half was separated from the upper half, and they should have been able to reunite, just like how they dealt with these monks who were ambushed by them before, killing these Yangjian people by surprise, but this time they couldn't.

At the fracture of their bodies, there is a force that is stronger than them and close to the law, freezing their bodies.

The light blue frost spread on the body of the eight evil ghosts who had been cut in two, making a slight sound. The upper and lower parts of the body fell to the ground one after another, smashed to pieces, and there was no more movement.

Seeing this, the rest of the evil spirits immediately showed panic expressions.

The monks who were besieged by them all cheered up and fought back fiercely: "Go to hell!"

The battle between humans and ghosts is stalemate again, and this time the Yangjian people have the upper hand.

However, Beitang Hanye, who lightly killed the eight strongest evil spirits, disappeared in the blink of an eye just like when he came.

The female cultivator who was protected among the crowd looked around with disappointment in her eyes.

Jian Zun was as cold as in the legend, he didn't care about them at all, as if he just came to have a look.

In the depths of the dense fog, the huge black magic python raised its head, and with one mouth it was like a long whale swallowing water, inhaling the fog and the ghost together.

Yan Xun, who was standing on the python's head, had already completely let go. The golden light arrow shot casually, regardless of the beasts and ghosts. With one arrow, he was half-dead.

There were a total of ten beasts that came out of the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs, one was killed by Beitang Hanye, and two were killed by Yan Xun.

If the black python hadn't digested it so quickly, according to Yan Xun's hunting speed, there might not be any left now.

With huge yin energy, Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator sensed his injuries, and he was about to fully recover.

Standing on the huge python's head, he suddenly lowered his head and looked towards a place in the wind.

The gray mist dissipated, revealing a white figure within.

Beitang Hanye stood in the blank area in the fog and looked over expressionlessly.

One person turned their backs to the moon, and the other faced the moon. The fog dissipated for a moment with their killing intent, and then gathered again. Yan Xun felt that the sword intent locked on him disappeared.

Now is not the time to kill Moxiu.

Beitang Hanye walked into the mist again, no matter what this demon cultivator came for, he didn't stand opposite the Xuanmen.

As long as it doesn't get in your way, you can ignore it.

The two strongest people in the city met and separated in the gray fog, neither of them had the intention of breaking the situation.

"You don't need to deliberately break the game." The young man in red, who walked around in the gray fog for almost an hour with the two people behind him, said the way to break the second game, "Just live until dawn."

Xuanyuan Ce, who followed him for a long time, also discovered Chu Yiyang's true thoughts.

It's just that Fu Yueshu can follow him without any burden, but Xuanyuan Ce can't. The young man frowned in embarrassment: "There are still many people in the city..."

Chu Yiyang didn't look back, and pulled out two imperceptible puppet threads from his left hand behind his back, even on Xuanyuan Ce's and Fu Yueshu's wrists, neither of them noticed.

He said, "Do you want to save it? As I said before, the radiance of the token is a target. If you go there, it will easily destroy all mortals." place, and deliberately kept other monks within the range of the gray mist.

Can you think of a way to-

Xuanyuan Ce looked at his back, originally wanted to say this, but before he opened his mouth, he remembered that Chu Yiyang took him because he wanted to recruit him into the Acacia Sect, and he didn't need to worry about it at all.

Fu Yueshu, who didn't speak from the beginning to the end, glanced at the young man beside him, and saw a struggling look on his face.

But before he could speak again, Chu Yiyang, who was walking in front, said: "It's okay to go over and have a look. How to save people is up to you."

The system has just calculated a new safe area, and now they can enter the eastern civilian area, one of the safe areas, as soon as the gray fog comes out.

After Xuanyuan Ce became a monk, he immediately returned to the imperial city. He still had too little experience. This opportunity was quite suitable for him to train.

After making up his mind, Chu Yiyang changed his route, and Xuanyuan Ce went with Fu Yueshu with a relaxed expression.

In the eastern part of the imperial capital, there are no more evil spirits dressed as soldiers wandering around in the streets and alleys. The black-clothed boy with a little girl by his side recruited troops and fought a few street battles, leading all these evil spirits.

Compared with when they first came to the world, the number of these evil spirits is much less, and the armor on their bodies is even more broken.

Xu Huang was merciless in instigating them. During battles, the evil spirits under his command would often perish with their opponents, but in the next second there would be new evil spirits with red lights in their eyes, taking their place.

Left and right are not good things, and the quantity is so large that it can be replenished anytime and anywhere.

As the number of ghost soldiers under his command grew and ended the chaos in the east, countless yin qi were continuously replenished, and Xu Huang's strength was fully restored.

At this moment, sitting on a large sandalwood chair moved out of a house, the young man with a black dagger between his fingers uttered a ghostly whisper, and asked the evil spirit captured from the gray mist: "In the east What's going on elsewhere?"

The evil ghost who was bound and kneeling on the ground lowered his head and told him everything he knew.

The movements of Xu Wang's hands stopped, and from the mouth of this sane evil ghost, he figured out everything that happened in the imperial capital before he came up.

At the young age of 16, after experiencing so many things in a short period of time, the young master of the Ghost King Sect finally felt the same exhaustion as his elder brother who was the master of a sect.

The boy in black sat on the sandalwood chair and pressed the center of his eyebrows. The little girl he brought back has been placed in a house and guarded by his paper figurine.

——The imperial capital is a trap, there must be a yin and yang flipping eye underneath!

When everyone's eyes were focused on Qingye Mountain City, the layout here had already begun.

With that fellow Xuehe acting as an abandoned child to attract attention, no one would notice the movement here, and by the time they did, it would be too late.

The mirage dragon currently entrenched in the center of the imperial capital came out of the hands of the person who was always behind them after so many evil spirits and beasts in the Netherworld.

Netherworld is his game place, and it is also above here, that guy plays much more than him, the little overlord of Sanhai.

The evil ghost kneeling on the ground knew how powerful the ghost king Zong monk was, and he was still telling the news he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

Xu Wang closed his eyes and listened until he heard that someone was trapped in the mirage of the mirage dragon. Then he opened his eyes and interrupted him with a hand: "What did you say? Trapped in the middle who?"

"Trapped a group of Qin Xiu."

The evil ghost kneeling on the ground raised his head carefully, and said under the stern gaze of the boy in black, "It's the monks from Yaochi who came from outside. I heard that they are a congratulatory team going to Kunlun. The whole group was dragged in with their chariot."

As soon as he heard the word "Qinxiu", Xu Wang thought of Uncle Luotuo.

Qin Xiu who can penetrate Yin and Yang like him, there is no other place in the world except Yao Chi, those trapped Qin Xiu in Yao Chi must be his descendants or something.

Xu Wang always knew how to repay his kindness, he saved himself and came up by himself, so naturally he would find a way to repay his kindness.

The young man pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and tapped the handrail with the dagger, thinking about how to plan, how to save people, but before he could think about it, he felt a ghost coming from the depths of the night fog.

On the entire wide street, the ghost soldiers under his control all turned their heads and looked in that direction.

The aura of the comer was not too strong, but for some reason, it just didn't fit in with these evil spirits.

At the end of the long street, the boy in black sitting on the chair also raised his eyes.

Seeing the familiar figure coming out of the night mist, those cat-like eyes immediately widened.

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The author has something to say:

I'm still writing, but I feel like the second update won't come out today so—

Let's postpone it until tomorrow. Anyway, there is still a little National Day holiday on [Sunday, June, two or three days].

See you in the next chapter!

感谢在2021-10-0402:49:46~2021-10-0423:57:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles for one flower; 12 bottles for Guyanduzhou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!