I was held captive by demons

Chapter 432

In Yunmengze, the devil masters reached a certain consensus.

Bluebirds vibrated their wings and flew out of Yunmengze, passing on the order.

On Yunlang Peak, the moonlight is like water.

The mist in the mountains at night covers everything and shines brightly under the moonlight, like a misty silver-white psychedelic sea, which is dazzlingly beautiful.

On the top of Yunlang Peak, several houses are hidden in the green pine forest, clean and elegant.

A white deer was sleeping soundly under a pine tree.

The sound of footsteps made Bai Lu move his ears and immediately opened his eyes. .

She saw Liansheng Buddha, who was dressed in a moon white robe and was as beautiful as a peerless beauty, coming to her.

Bailu immediately shook his body and stood up.

Curiously said: "Buddha, aren't you in retreat? Are you coming out so soon?"

The white deer's voice was clear and sweet, like that of a young girl.

Yilian Tuosheng sighed slightly, and said: "I need you to go down the mountain and call back Lianhen and Feiyun who are practicing in the world."

Bai Lu tilted his head in bewilderment, and said, "These two have just started their cultivation, haven't they? They called back so early... What happened?"

Under the moonlight, Yilian Tuosheng sighed and looked towards the far east.

There is the direction of Zhou's capital.

The Buddha in the moon-white monk robe sighed: "The sky has changed..."

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The secret place of Tianshan Mountain, the scenery of lakes and mountains, is magnificent.

Behind the old pine tree, the waterfall hangs in the air and flows swiftly.

The old fortune teller was sitting under the waterfall, but suddenly he had a whim and was startled.

"Not good! The number of days has changed!"

The exclamation of the fortune-teller made the young apprentice rush over.

"Master, what happened?" the young apprentice asked in a panic.

But the fortune-teller looked tired and ugly.

"I vaguely sensed that the number of days has changed. There seems to be a spirit of immortality in this world, and there is a supreme existence that has soared..."

The fortune-teller looked towards the east with astonishment in his eyes: "How is this possible! The fairyland has long been extinct for many years! Who can open the road to ascension?"

The young apprentice hesitated for a moment, and said, "Isn't it a happy event to ascend? Why are you so nervous, Master?"

The apprentice was puzzled.

In front of the waterfall, the fortune-teller looked tired and said in a tired tone, "The fairyland has been dead for many years, but at this time someone suddenly started the road to ascension, and its origin is absolutely terrifying."

"What's even more frightening is that when the road to ascension started, the number of days changed in a way that even the old man couldn't see clearly."

"I can only see that there are endless dangers and killings in it..."

The fortune-teller murmured: "The righteous way is extinct, the evil way has just risen, and the war between righteousness and demons has only ended in less than 30 years. There should be peace for a while."

"But at the critical moment when someone ascended, the heaven and the earth were covered with a faint murderous aura..."

"In this world, is there anyone who wants to start a new turmoil?"

"But this omen seems to be more terrifying and intense than when the war between good and evil started back then."

"Could it be that the road to ascension suddenly opened will bring the disaster of the fairy world to Shenzhou?"

No matter what, the fortuneteller cannot calculate the future.

His expression was distressed and anxious: "Catastrophes are coming together, this encounter between you and me as a master and apprentice is probably coming to an end..."

What the fortune teller said made the apprentice a little confused.

"Master, you... you want to drive away your apprentice?"

The fortune-teller shook his head bitterly: "It's not you who left, but the teacher... I'm afraid the deadline is coming."

The fortune teller looked at the east from a distance, wondering what he was thinking.

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In the Zhou capital city, mist covered the imperial city.

Inside the mist, there was another scene.

Inside Shanlan County, there was a desolate and dead silence.

The successive annihilation of the strange things and paper figurines made the city completely quiet.

Kong Ning stood outside the mill, looking at the dark eyes below and the unconscious girl Wan'er in front of him, with complicated eyes.

The moment Jiang Yunqiu came out, he left.

This ancient sword demon with a strange plan and a powerful body has already seen that he is unable to fight against the night watchman.

Originally, it was the first to rush into the eye of the formation, and it should be the closest to the body and the one with the best chance.

But no one expected that beside that strange body, there was a former Confucian master who had guarded it for a hundred thousand years.

Although Mo Shangren has become weird, his cultivation is still top-notch.

Jiang Yunchou saw that there was nothing he could do, so he left decisively.

"I sold you a favor today, and I will return the body of this little girl to you."

The ancient sword of killing evil flew into the sky, leaving only Wan'er unconscious.

"I only take away the ancient evil sword."

Under the moonlight, the ancient Xie Zhu sword attached to Jiang Yunchou's soul consciousness pierced the night sky and disappeared into the mist over the county town.

The fog that blocked everything seemed unable to stop the ancient sword demon.

The strength of the peak powerhouse is not to be underestimated even without a physical body.

The urn asked in confusion: "What happened down there? Why is this guy so talkative all of a sudden?"

Jiang Yunchou simply let Wan'er go, which made the columbarium very puzzled.

But Kong Ning guessed the reason.

The reason why Jiang Yunchou was willing to sell Kong Ning a favor was probably because he was afraid of the Spirit-swallowing Demon Pot in Kong Ning's body, and he didn't want to offend Kong Ning completely to death.

Although the current emptiness, there is only the way of being tired of living in the environment.

But judging from Moshangren's reaction, the Spirit-swallowing Demon Jar must have caused a terrible catastrophe in ancient times.

The catastrophe that can make the righteous and the devil give up their hatred and share their hatred is by no means a terrible disaster that can be understated.

As for the columbarium...

Kong Ning didn't intend to let this guy know about the Spirit-swallowing Magic Jar.

The more frightening the Spirit Devouring Jar, the more Kong Ning should keep it a secret.

Once this news gets out, it is feared that the whole world will be besieged and killed.

Fortunately, apart from Moshangren and the night watchman, the only one who knows about this is Jiang Yunchou, the sword demon.

But Jiang Yunchou hides in the world and doesn't like to show his face, so he probably won't spread the word about it.

Kong Ning's secret should be kept for a while...

After carefully checking Wan'er's condition, Kong Ning heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Wan'er's qi and blood were depleted and her aura was weak, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

But this is normal.

After all, she carried the power of the ancient sword demon Jiang Yunchou with her dreadful Taoism and practice, so the loss must be huge.

Fortunately, the time was not long, and the origin was not harmed.

After Wan'er wakes up and rests for a while, she should be able to recover.

It's just the battle in the eyes...

Kong Ning looked at the pitch-black eyes of the formation, and could only hear the roaring sound coming from inside.

However, the specific circumstances of the situation are unknown.

In the dark eyes of the formation, there is already a small cave of another dimension, a sea of ​​Confucian books created by Mo Shangren.

I don't know if the old man on night watch can beat Mo Shangren inside.

Kong Ning waited for the result of this battle.

And the ending of this battle will also be the end of the entire capital city change...

Chapter 433 Su Yan's Gift

"The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house..."

The sound of singing came from the streets of the capital.

On the brothel, there are officials gathering, laughing, drinking, reciting poems and composing Fu. . .

Three days have passed since the vision of the two moons in the same sky and the imperial city being shrouded in a strange fog not long ago.

Now everything is as usual, but the strange laughter that resounded through the capital before the rising sun spread this poem throughout the city.

In the small courtyard not far from the brothel, the ashes urn hummed: "Boy, those guys are talking about that broken poem you said three days ago...how about you show your face? It seems very lively. There are beauties."

Kong Ning, who was sitting in the yard looking at the bell in his hand, did not lift his head, and said, "If you want to see a beautiful woman, go by yourself."

The small courtyard that Su Yan bought is very close to the brothel.

With Kong Ning's way of doing things, he could clearly hear the noise in the brothel, so he naturally knew that the group of romantic officials not only wrote poems and Fu, but also praised and flattered the hostess and guest of the capital.

This guy in the columbarium only has ashes left, and three days ago he was still saddened by the disappearance of the remnant soul of Immortal Lord Qinghuang.

But now his mind is full of wanting to see the oiran.

But Kong Ning is not interested in the oiran.

No matter how beautiful the oiran is, can she be better than Su Yan?

He is in this yard now to take care of Wan'er and wait for Wan'er to recuperate.

After the night watchman left, the capital returned to normal.

Even the death of tens of thousands of palace maids and eunuchs overnight in the imperial city did not cause much disturbance among the people.

The Emperor Zhou, who was lucky enough to survive, presided over the situation and blocked the news after everything returned to normal.

The special blood in its body seems to make those weird things irreplaceable.

The royal family in the entire imperial city survived, and their bodies were not stolen by the spirits of Shanlan County.

It also escaped a catastrophe.

And that incomplete poem was said by Kong Ning to Mo Shangren three nights ago.

At that time, the people in Moshang laughed loudly, and the laughter spread throughout the city, so this sentence was also heard by the whole city.

In the eyes of the battle, the night watchman and Moshangren did not decide the winner in the end.

The old man who watched the night was seriously injured, and it took all his heart and soul to fight against the remnant soul of the Qinghuang Immortal Lord.

Another fight with Moshangren will show even more decline.

In the end, the night watchman withdrew bitterly and gave up voluntarily.

"Friend, I can't help you tonight."