The most difficult system to open in history

"You don't need to do much, because someone will come and tell you what to do next. On the other hand, we will take care of you, so don't worry about that."

After finishing speaking, Sun Qian took Song Xinhao and Tie Zhu and turned around to leave the small hall. After about thirty breaths, the old casual cultivator walked into the hall with a somewhat hunched figure.

"Miss, I still don't understand, what are these people trying to plan?"

An old voice came from the mouth of the old casual cultivator, but the girl sitting in the room did not respond, but lowered her eyes, thinking about something, and then the old casual cultivator noticed the black box on the table. The cloth bag, as well as the extremely strong smell of blood, changed slightly, and slowly stepped forward to open it, then suddenly retreated three steps back, and let out an exclamation:

"Miss, it's a human head, a lot of heads, and the heads of the two sons who have been forcing you for a while are also in it. These people are right. They really took all the people from the sect in Xiaoyao City, all of them. Kill them all!"

"Old Lu, when the northern barrier outside Xiaoyao City was smashed into pieces, I knew everything would change. Even us wandering cultivators at the bottom of the Taixuan Land couldn't stay out of it, but I didn't expect this to happen. Changes can come so quickly.”

After finishing speaking, the girl dressed in white, with precious light all over her body, stood up, sighed, and the voice continued:

"There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people. Mr. Lu, let someone pack up. Maybe in a few days, we will leave this Happy City."

"Meeting a smart person can indeed save countless efforts. So far, our trip to Liusha County in the south has been much smoother than expected."

People were still coming and going, and on the extremely busy street, Sun Qian's voice sounded with a little air leakage, and then he raised his hand and waved towards the rear, and the voice of inquiry continued:

"It was arranged before, but the preparations are ready?"

After the voice fell, behind Sun Qian, a ghostly figure appeared in the shadows and darkness, and the response sounded directly in the ears of Song Xinhao and others:

"Go back to Sun Sicheng, everything is ready, just wait for your order, and we can start directly."

"It's so good. In the middle of the night, you will bring people to set up a big stage in the center of Xiaoyao City. Tomorrow, we will sing a big show together with countless casual cultivators in the entire Xiaoyao City!"

"As ordered!"

After the resounding sound of responding to orders fell, the black shadows behind Sun Qian disappeared directly, and after about half a stick of incense, a very explosive news suddenly came out of the entire Xiaoyao Market.

This news is like an extremely powerful bomb, which exploded directly in the hearts of all casual cultivators. At the same time as it caused huge waves, it was also like a bank breaking a bank. sweeping.

Half an hour later, in the entire market, there are countless stall owners, diners and gamers, all with thoughtful and astonished faces, walking quickly towards their residence, including Sun Qian and others who had been there since the beginning. A young broken-arm casual cultivator who has communicated with him.

This person was in a hurry, almost running wildly with his legs, and at the same time kept chanting:

"Opportunity, great opportunity, if this news is true, then this time it may be possible to turn around completely."

After the words fell, this casual cultivator with a broken arm who had struggled to make a living in Xiaoyao City all his life, after putting away his stall in advance for the first time, left the market market surrounded by the enchantment of stars and light without looking back, and rushed into the outer city where the dust was raging .

In Xiaoyao City, a windproof robe is a necessity, and you need to wrap your mouth and nose tightly with three layers inside and outside. Once you leave the brightly lit Xiaoyao Market, the outer city is A whole different world.

Dust, wind, and darkness interweave and wreak havoc, and the living environment can be called hell.

After a long time, the casual cultivator with a broken arm huddled and walking in the dark street, after carefully checking whether there was anyone around, turned into an inconspicuous small room calmly, and in the next breath, a female voice filled with fear It will sound directly:

"Who?"

"Mother, it's me."

After the young casual cultivator's response came out, the woman in the room let out a sigh of relief, and then the voice continued to sound with some complaints:

"At this moment, the enchantment in Xiaoyao Market should not disappear. Why did you come back directly? You must know that because of this peripheral stall, we almost went bankrupt."

"You don't know, something big happened in the bazaar, almost everyone is running home, and it doesn't matter whether there is a stall or not."

After the broken arm loose cultivator finished speaking, he took off the clothes outside his body, then turned his head and continued to ask the woman in the room:

"The woodcarving of Xiaoyao Sanren that I asked you to carve out according to the mold, how many do you have at home?"

Seeing the anxiety in the man's words, the doubts on the woman's face grew stronger, and she responded:

"There are still several large boxes in the woodshed in the backyard, what's wrong?"

"Just now, someone in the Xiaoyao Market released the news that the former Xiaoyao Sanren did not die, but hid the last spirit god in the wooden statue.

"That's why some important people will collect wood carvings in the center of the city tomorrow. A wood carving, no matter it's real or not, is worth ten immortal coins!"

Chapter 1437

"Have you heard, it is said that this Xiaoyao Sanren didn't die at all before, and he contained his last spirit god, including his inheritance, on a wooden carving. I heard that if you get this wooden carving, you can get a share of heaven Great opportunity!"

"I don't believe this news. If there is a so-called inheritance, it would have been discovered long ago. But at this time, someone is collecting this wood carving at such a high price. It's hard not to be tempted."

Xiaoyao City shrouded in night, after the enchantment in the central market dissipated, completely turned into a world of strong wind and yellow sand, and then within the darkness, voices of communication continued to resound from all over the city.

"One wooden carving costs ten fairy coins, that's ten fairy coins. You must know that tonight's precious Dingfeng Bead only sold less than a hundred fairy coins. In other words, ten small A wood carving is equivalent to a wind-fixing bead."

There was a strong greed in the voices of casual cultivators communicating in the dark, and then someone rolled their eyes and continued to ask:

"The origin of this wooden carving was unearthed from an ancient tomb in the desert outside Xiaoyao City. At that time, this ancient tomb caused a huge sensation, and a large number of casual cultivators flocked to it. As a result, there was nothing good at all, not even a coffin. , Only a large number of wooden carvings were dug out, like funerary objects, so no one wants these wooden carvings at all."

After the monk finished speaking, he slapped his thigh in extreme annoyance, and continued to speak indignantly:

"I was at the scene at the time. When I thought about the mystery behind this wood carving, I regretted it. Grabbing a few from the ground is better than jealousy now!"

There are not many people who regret as much as this casual cultivator. These people also rushed to that tomb before, and they had no effect on it. They dismissed the wooden carvings that could only be used as decorations. Then someone thought of something , raising his head and making an extremely puzzled voice:

"No, back then we saw the wood carvings unearthed with our own eyes. Although there were a lot of them, they didn't necessarily have as many as there are now. There are many stalls in the market selling them."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of those who heard it all changed, and then someone spit out a very dignified sentence:

"You mean, there is actually someone in Xiaoyao City who can carve this wood carving, and it's accurate?"

After the words fell, everyone's eyes lit up at the same time, and then a certain casual cultivator who was lost in thought continued to speak:

"I remembered that many of the wood carvings in the stalls were taken from Li Broken Arm. If something tricky wakes up, it must have something to do with him."

As soon as the words were uttered, and at the next breath, a large number of casual cultivators immediately wrapped up their windproof robes, rushed to the street outside, and touched the house where Li Broken Arm was.

Money can make ghosts grind, let alone penniless wandering cultivators, for the fairy coins, these desperadoes can do anything!

Not long after, a large number of figures gathered outside the house of that rogue cultivator called Li Broken Arm. After a brief hesitation, some people couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a sharp blade, stepped forward and slashed the entire gate away. , rushed into the house, glanced back and forth, and let out a roar:

"Damn, this Li Duanarm ran away early!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a small wooden box placed in a corner of the shabby house out of the corner of his eyes, and then he quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to open it, only to see a large number of wooden carvings lying in the box.

"God help me, really God help me!"

The casual cultivator raised his head to the sky and let out a maniacal laugh, but before the laughter could be heard completely, a long sword had already pierced through the former's neck, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Then another casual cultivator who succeeded in a surprise attack from the rear hurried forward to close the box and was about to lift it up. The entire outside of the hut was already surrounded by a large number of casual cultivators who heard the news.

Since then, a life-and-death bloody fight was directly staged in Xiaoyao City. Countless monks fought in an extremely chaotic fight for the originally inconspicuous wood carving.

"Master, where did the news that this woodcarving can be sold for ten immortal coins come from?"

Under the yellow sand of Xiaoyao City, where killings are happening everywhere, an extremely hidden pit was dug out somewhere in the city. Inside the pit, a small torch was burning with a very faint light. At the same time, two figures surrounded The torch huddled in a corner.

When the woman in front of her, who was very ordinary in appearance and appearance, was staring at the flames in front of her in a daze after the voice of inquiry fell, the one-armed young casual cultivator came back to her senses, and said in response:

"The news came out very suddenly. It is said that it came from the master behind the starlight enchantment in the marketplace, who is the only bloodline of Xiaoyao Sanren still left in the world."

"Is that believable?"

Amidst the questioning voice from the woman, there was deep worry, and then the man who pursed his lips stretched out his only arm, and directly extinguished the torch in front of him, and the resolute voice came out directly:

"Woman, no matter whether this news is credible or not, we can't turn back, and for us wandering cultivators, there may not be any chance of turning around in this life, the next life, or the next life.

"But this time, if the news is true, it will change our lives."

After Broken Arm Loose Cultivator finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to rest his mind. At the same time, it was cold and dark, which perfectly hid the former's frail body that was trembling slightly because of being too nervous.

Not only this broken-arm casual cultivator who made the most daring decision in his life, tonight in Xiaoyao City, Liusha County, there are too many people who can't sleep all night, and their moods are agitated. To come.

The twilight of dawn gradually appeared in the east, and the Nine Heavens Sun, driven by the Goddess Xihe, rose majestically from the hibiscus tree, illuminating the entire earth.

And maybe it's because today is very special to Happy City, even the raging wind and sand seems to be much smaller. If you raise your head, you can actually see the outline of the rising sun above the gray sky.

However, for the countless casual cultivators in the entire city, it doesn't matter whether they can see the rising sun, because they have already put all their attention on the center of the city. The few wood carvings snatched from others were extremely vigilant through several streets and turned into the market place.

Then, as soon as these people entered the market, their complexions changed suddenly, first they were horrified, then they turned into ecstasy, and then they ran straight forward.

I saw that in the center of Xiaoyao Market, a huge high platform appeared in just one night. This high platform was completely white and exuded a very holy atmosphere. From a distance, it looked like a holy snow lotus in full bloom. .

At the same time, on the high platform, an old casual cultivator stood hunched over, and beside him, there were several open boxes. The endless rays of immortal coins in the boxes shot up into the sky, reflecting the sky for half a day. , gorgeous.

"Immortal coins are all immortal coins. The news is true. If you get rich, you will get rich!"

Chapter 1438: The Dog That Bereaved

"Immortal coins, a huge amount of immortal coins, the news that was circulated last night is true!"

A loud shout that resounded through the sky directly pierced the morning calm of the entire Xiaoyao City, and then a stone stirred up thousands of waves, completely detonating the entire Xiaoyao City.

In the next breath, countless casual cultivators who had been watching from the side rushed out, and it only took a very short time to surround the snow lotus tower that rose directly in the center of the city. Afterwards, countless eager gazes, He stared straight at the fairy coin on the high platform that was emitting a faint light.

And if it weren't for the weirdness everywhere on the high platform at this time, I'm afraid there would have been desperadoes who couldn't help but swarmed up and started to frantically snatch the countless fairy coins on this platform.

The celestial coins were shining brightly, and then more and more wandering cultivators gathered around the high platform from all over the city, almost completely filling every inch of land in the Xiaoyao City Market Street, and the surrounding area was impenetrable.

Then the old casual cultivator standing alone on the high platform swallowed subconsciously. He had never seen such a battle in his life, so he clenched his fists tightly, took three deep breaths, and then opened his mouth with all his strength and uttered a loud sentence. Roar:

"Fellow daoists, old man Lu Sheng, I have lived in Happy City for half of my life, so some fellow daoists below must be no strangers to me."

The old roar resounded behind the Xiaoyao Market, and the countless casual cultivators around stopped their words immediately, and the whole center of Xiaoyao City suddenly became extremely quiet. Immediately afterwards, a monk who was familiar with the old casual cultivator opened his mouth to greet him:

"Mr. Lu, boy, I have been living next to you, and we are old acquaintances."

After saying this, the old Sanxiu on the Snow Lotus High Platform smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed down, and the voice continued to say:

"Dear friends, in the past countless years, I have always had a mission, and that is to silently guard the descendants of Xiaoyao Sanren, who is also my current little master."

When the word "little master" was mentioned, the old Sanxiu's face gradually showed a frantic expression, and the old and loud voice continued to roll out:

"All fellow cultivators know that the entire Xiaoyao City was built by Master Xiaoyao Sanren. Therefore, as the young master of Xiaoyao Sanren's descendants, he should enjoy the offerings of the entire Xiaoyao City. With a kind heart, I will still open the starlight enchantment that protects the four corners of the market for you every night."

After finishing his speech, the old casual cultivator swung his arms forward violently. Around the countless casual cultivators, streaks of streamers belonging to the starlight enchantment rose directly, and at the same time, a loud rumbling sound resounded through the entire sky.

"The enchantment is a starlight enchantment. It turns out that this enchantment is controlled by someone, and it can be opened during the day."

Accompanied by an extremely violent commotion, the Starlight Barrier, which isolated the wind and sand from attacking, suddenly enveloped slowly from top to bottom, completely covering the entire center of Xiaoyao City. At the same time, the fanatical voice of the old casual cultivator continued to sound:

"My little master has been silently contributing to the entire Happy City, to be fair, all of you can have such a stable life, thanks to my little master.

"Originally, my little master was noble and kind-hearted, and he didn't want to repay you, but now the North Sea has undergone drastic changes, and the heavenly secrets have changed. It's nothing more than these sect disciples going north to look for opportunities. There are still some shameless people staying in Xiaoyao City. And covet my little master's beauty!"

Speaking of this, the old Sanxiu's eyes showed strong anger, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar:

"It is tolerable, which is unbearable, so the little master must make changes as a last resort!"

After finishing speaking, on the pure white high platform, figures shrouded in black robes appeared one after another without warning, as if teleported.

Then Song Xinhao, who was tall and straight and imposing, stepped forward slowly, looked around for a week, and a young voice came out:

"Every casual cultivator of Xiaoyao City, let me introduce myself first. Song Xinhao, who is under the seat of the Snow Lotus Saintess, practiced in the Central Plains on weekdays. Recently, I received an order from the saint to bring people to Xiaoyao City. I just came here and met We have arrived at a group of Zongmen beasts who are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

As soon as the words "Zongmen Beast" came out of Song Xinhao's mouth, the countenance of the countless wandering cultivators below immediately changed their expressions, and they took a breath of cold air.

For a long time, among the highly solidified classes in Taixuan Land, the relationship between wandering casual cultivators and Zongmen disciples is no different from the relationship between prey and hunter. Down, already deeply rooted.

But I don't know why, after hearing the young voice of disdain on the stage, the hearts of the casual cultivators below suddenly surged with an extremely happy emotion, as if the resentment that had been accumulated for countless years was quietly released There was a trace.

However, in the next breath, Song Xinhao's voice on the stage continued to make all the casual cultivators who were watching all of this completely change their expressions.

"Master Xuelian is a descendant of Xiaoyao Sanren. Although my Xuelian Sect is a wandering cultivator organization, I am not a fish to be slaughtered, so I screwed the heads of these sects!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Xinhao raised his hand, took a black cloth bag completely soaked in blood from behind, and then threw it to the front, several human heads rolled down directly.

The eyes of these people's heads were opened tightly, still retaining the disbelief before they died, but after rolling out of the high platform, they were densely piled up all over the ground, looking up, there are old and young, there are many , even more than a hundred.

"Zongmen monks, I recognize some of them. It is said that they come from several sects with names and surnames in the Central Plains. They were all killed when they died. How is this possible?"

More and more commotion sounded from the casual cultivator group, and then the exclamations spread outward like a landslide, causing bigger and bigger waves.

At the same time, Song Xinhao, who was dressed in a black robe, stepped on the head of the sect disciple in front of him mercilessly, and the louder and louder voice continued:

"For those who offend my little master, there is only one word, death!

"And this young master is now going to tell you and everyone else that since Xiaoyao Sanren founded Xiaoyao City, this city has belonged to our wandering cultivators. If these sects dare to act presumptuously, come and kill them one by one!"

Song Xinhao's rolling roar sounded like thunder roaring, rumbling through the streets and alleys of Xiaoyao City, but under this sound, there was silence, deathly silence!

In Xiaoyao City, all the casual cultivators who heard the words kept their mouths tightly shut and were completely silent, and the look in their eyes, looking at the black-robed figure above, was like looking at a complete lunatic .

However, Song Xinhao on the Snow Lotus Stage didn't care about the audible silence. Afterwards, he continued to step on the heads of these sect disciples, and slowly stepped forward. The disdainful voice in his mouth continued to resound whole city:

"No one dared to answer, and I was no exception at all, because when I came here, I knew that the wandering cultivators in Xiaoyao City are a group of bereaved dogs without any blood!"

Chapter 1439 Li Broken Arm