Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven: Eight Remnants

At this moment, the people in Chengdong District and Chengnan District ran towards the outside frantically, while the surrounding streets were very quiet, so quiet that it was depressing.

Even the quietest night in Fanlang City was not as quiet as today. There were no living people, not even living things.

The ground was clean and sloppy things were scattered everywhere, as if people were knocked over in a panic.

But there is no one.

Everyone either came to the edge of the formation and wanted to go out, or hid in their own secret room trying to save themselves, or they died.

The formation changed and the barrier disappeared. Everyone noticed and felt that the spiritual power attack in their body had disappeared. The attack that had been raging around and forced them to spend a lot of spiritual power to suppress is gone.

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of people still alive ran towards the outside frantically.

Whether it’s the city west area or the city north area, or jump directly into the sea, just leave the area covered by the previous large array.

They really don’t want to see the scene where the people around them are constantly crying, cursing, asking for help, and constantly exploding!

Everyone is running with shadows and despair at the moment.

Snake people and murlocs naturally noticed them, they also saw them when the big formation appeared before, but it was useless.

Human beings still have at least seventy noble upper realms in the formation, and they are only more than a dozen noble upper realms that are not among the alien races that are not covered by the formation.

This big formation is Hongjie’s advanced formation!

It’s very likely that it was arranged by the veteran of the demon!

It is not easy for them to participate in the two alien races.

There was even a little fear, because the old way of the devil had exterminated more than one alien race, and now they are coming back, they need to go back and discuss with their ancestors.

Of course, some of their strong men gathered here also have a purpose.

In a shadow, the two figures communicated, and both of them burst out with the aura of eight or nine powers in the upper realm.

“What should I do? The old way of the devil made a move! Is it the danger predicted by the ancestor Can Zhu?”

“I don’t know… Now it seems that the old way of the devil is the most dangerous, this formation… is not in our world!”

“You mean…”

“First among the Hui clan, Fanlang City has destroyed most of it, the Human Race will be in chaos, and the South Vietnam Continent will be in chaos too!”

At this moment, Wan Suifeng in the sky quickly came to the pavilion master Wanjin Pavilion, glanced at Wan Wanqiu in his arms casually, and then looked at the pavilion master Wanjin in front of him and fell to the ground behind him. The Wanjin Pavilion came out of a big pit, and his expression was calm.

Some strong people are like this. The more angry they are, the calmer they behave.

The face of the Lord of the Wanjin Pavilion was naturally very ugly. Although Murong Lin’s control of the formation was not powerful enough to kill all the people in it, he could still put most of the pressure on their superior realm.

He was previously attacked by Liu Suifeng, and he had to resist the spiritual attack in his body, and he had to protect the Wanwanqiu in his arms. Naturally, it was impossible to be unharmed.

Wan Suifeng knew that it would be useless to say more at this moment. With a wave of his sleeves, a group of spiritual power directly entered the main body of the Wanjin Pavilion, and then he asked: “Who is it and what is it?”

The pavilion owner of Wanjin Pavilion felt the spiritual power that entered his body to heal his injuries. He first put down Wanwanqiu, which was in his arms, and respectfully said: “It is suspected that the elder Dao Yuanshen is a clone of the heavenly devil, a high-level spiritual formation of Hong-level, Death… There are countless deaths, Wanjin Pavilion is damaged, but seven-eighths of the spiritual things still exist.”

After finishing speaking, his divine consciousness revolved, and a spar was forced out of his divine soul sea, faintly radiating the power of the law of space.

This is the “universal spar”, a lower-level spiritual object of the Hong Tier, which is higher than the universal bag and the universal ring, and naturally more things are stored.

There is such a thing in every Wanjin Pavilion. It is not used in normal times. When encountering a danger of being unable to resist, it is directly used, and all the spiritual objects in the Wanjin Pavilion are instantly packed and taken away. This is also for property. Safety.

The things in the box Liu Suifeng robbed before were just some of the lowest-level things, and the really valuable things were not robbed.

Wan Suifeng nodded, took the “universe spar” handed over by the pavilion of Wanjin Pavilion, and then looked inside the city, trying to use his cultivation of crossing the tribulation realm to feel for a while, trying to find some clues.

But he also knew that the person who was outside the formation was not the primordial avatar of the old way of the devil, and this time the matter may have nothing to do with the old way of the devil.

Those possible clues in the city must have been wiped out long ago, or there were none at all.

He frowned and looked at Wanwanqiu. At this moment, Wanwanqiu hadn’t awakened yet, he was still in a coma.

He said, “Didn’t she have the’Thousand Miles One Line Symbol’ in late autumn? Didn’t she use it?”

“A Thousand Miles One Line Talisman” is a high-level magic talisman of Hong-level, even the high-level formation of Hong-level may not be able to prevent users from traveling through space.

Wan Qianluan gave each of his children a high-level Hong-level spiritual relic, and the one given to Wan Wanwanqiu was the “Thousand Miles Talisman”, which could save his life once.

Wan Wanqiu didn’t even use it in such a dangerous situation?

The pavilion owner of Wanjin Pavilion was obviously embarrassed. He glanced at Wan Wanqiu next to him, and couldn’t hide it, so he said to Wan Suifeng: “She is the master and used it for Meng Yan.”

Meng Yan is naturally the Meng Yan who worships the Moon Tower.

The relationship between the two is not a secret, at least the people around them know that the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce naturally does not care about this situation, and the unscrupulous sect of Baiyue Tower naturally does not care even more.

Wan Suifeng’s face was slightly taken aback, and then he snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left, and walked towards Wanjin Pavilion.

As a spiritual weapon, Wanjin Pavilion has not been completely destroyed yet, so it can naturally be remedied.

He walked to the front of Wanjin Pavilion and sighed slightly. This time Wanjin Pavilion had suffered a great loss.

Almost all of the thousands of people who “buy”, “sell”, “ask” and “fate” died in the Wanjin Pavilion.

It is estimated that it will take another twenty years to cultivate it.

On the other side, Murong Lin glanced cautiously at the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce. He felt relieved when he saw that Wan Suifeng hadn’t paid attention to his side.

He clenched the palm of his hand, holding a blood-colored jade on it.

This is the “Twelve Capitals Blood Jade”, a high-level spiritual thing formed by the killing and absorption of the “Twelve Capitals Heavenly Blood Refining Array” for a period of time.

No matter what it is, it will always be a good thing once the rank reaches the high rank!

Murong Lin smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and took the “Twelve Capitals of Blood Jade” into his Qian 233 Kun Ring, said in his mind to Liu Suifeng who was still on the run, and then turned to the people who were still alive in the Moon Tower. Ran away.

Now, when the Moon Tower comes, there are hundreds of people who are majestic and prestigious. At this moment, only one elder and two true disciples are left in the three upper realms, plus five disciples such as Murong Lin, for a total of eight people, which is less than ten. people.

The other ten sects are even more miserable, such as the Dragon Tiger Palace. At this moment, there are only three noble upper realms that survive. Fortunately, the seven heavenly prides in their sects did not come, otherwise they would be like the Valley of Thousand Machines. One of the four great arrogances fell directly like that, I am afraid it will be distressed for a long time.

The senior elder of the Moon Tower looked tremblingly at the people remaining around him, and after noticing Murong Lin’s survival, he relaxed a little.

Fortunately, Murong Lin survived. Otherwise, Hong Shixian, Ni Qianjue, Lin Shidao and the others are all dead, and I still don’t know what to do!

Hong Shixian!

The big disciple of the Lord of the Moon Tower!

He fell directly into this Panlang City!

The other two true disciples of the upper realm were also pale. They had lived for decades, but they had never seen such a desperate situation today.

fortunately! fortunately!

Murong Lin naturally pretended to be frightened. Everyone was silent. Murong Lin said first: “Go back to the Moon Tower first.”

Everyone was stunned and thought about it carefully. Now it seems that there is only such a way. Is it possible to stay in Fanlang City?

The things here are beyond their ability.

“Okay! Go back to the Moon Tower first!”

A few people flashed, and a flying boat quickly flew up in the sky. .