After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Zhang Yan turned on his spirit vision, and seeing the overwhelming black air enveloping the small building, he couldn't help but gasped: "How could it be..."

A monk said fearfully: "They must be looking at the right time, knowing that there is no defense here. The formation will be breached soon, and I am afraid that this place will not be able to hold on until the people from all over come back."

Another asked: "Brothers, what should we do?"

"Run, go back to Yingzhou from the teleportation array and make plans again." The special office is only Yingzhou's foothold in the world.

"We can't run!" Someone retorted immediately, "This is the most important eye of the entire Chenhai defense formation. Once this area falls, the other five eyes will soon fall, and the entire Chenhai will fall into the opponent's hands."

The room suddenly fell silent.In this silent interval, the small building shook violently again, and the uneasy atmosphere became more and more intense.

"Then hold on." Li Xiaojun did not know when he appeared at the door of the room, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

His face was determined: "We will hold on until everyone comes back."

The Taoist priests walked fast, as long as they could survive this period, they would be able to wait for Yingzhou to call for rescue.

Li Xiaojun turned his head: "Yin An..."

Yin An already understood what he meant, and shouted: "Brother, I also want to stay! Let Brother Zhang Yan report back to Yingzhou! He is more suitable."

Although he was self-aware of his own strength, it was still embarrassing to come out in such a grandiose place, and the corners of Zhang Yan's mouth began to twitch.

Li Xiaojun didn't have so many mental activities, and immediately looked at Zhang Yan: "Okay, Zhang Yan, then please."

"Well. I'm leaving." Zhang Yan immediately set off and went down to the basement. He activated the spell, and a golden charm floated up on the ground, twisting slowly, drawing a circular formation.

The Taoist priests in Yingzhou set up a teleportation array here for the convenience of commuting, but the teleportation array is different from magic techniques and is maintained by spirit treasures, so the number of times it can be used within a certain period of time and the number of people it can carry are extremely limited.

Zhang Yan stepped into the formation and felt the tearing force again. Fortunately, the white light covering his body blocked most of the turbulent flow.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in Yingzhou.

A group of elders were discussing matters in the hall, when they suddenly saw Zhang Yan stumbling in, and Qingxin Sanren was about to scold him, Zhang Yan hurriedly said: "Elders, the Special Office has been attacked by monsters, and the situation is critical!"

Most of the Taoist priests in Yingzhou have been sent to the world, and only these elders and some young disciples are left here.

Qian Yuanzi got up immediately: "Everyone, I will go to reinforce first, please inform the disciples in the world, and dispatch people to rescue." After finishing speaking, he turned to Zhang Yan: "Follow me."

The two stood in front of the teleportation array again, Zhang Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his face turned pale.

"What's wrong?" Qian Yuanzi thought he was unwilling to risk his life.

Zhang Yan asked: "Master, can this teleportation array reach any place in the world?"

"of course."

"So, can you send me to another place?"

The location of Chenhai Satellite TV's new building was specially asked for advice from an expert.

This place is close to the river bank, where water vapor gathers. First, it is not easy to cause fire hazards. Second, water governs wealth, and it can get wealth and popularity.Sure enough, since the completion of the new building, Chen Haiwei's ratings have been rising all the way, and in the past two years, it has been among the first-line in Taichung in China.

But what the leaders in Taili didn't know was that this feng shui master was also from Yingzhou.The address he chose for Taili was exactly one of the five formation eyes of Jin, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth in Chenhai.

The satellite TV building not only brought good luck to Taili, but also served as one of the eyes of the Chenhai protective circle, protecting the citizens of one side.

At this moment, in this luxurious and modern building, a variety show is being recorded intensely.

The guest invited today is Fang Qian's crew.The studio was full of people, and with the full cooperation of the host and all the guests, bursts of laughter broke out in the auditorium from time to time.

The recording lasted until noon, and the guests could finally rest for an hour.

Fang Qian sat alone in the dressing room in the background, pinching his mobile phone, and the Nth time "The number you dialed is an empty number..." came from the receiver.

He hung up the phone with a dejected look on his face, messing up the hair that the stylist had carefully created.

No phone calls, no reply to emails, no audio at all.He even personally approached Zhang Yan's landlord, who told him that Zhang Yan left Chenhai two months ago and never came back.

Only then did Fang Qian realize that he knew almost nothing about Zhang Yan. He had no idea how to find that man.

The intermission is over soon.The little assistant opened the door lightly: "Brother Fang Qian, get ready to go on stage."

Fang Qian immediately wiped away all the marks on his face, cleared his throat: "Understood. Call the hair stylist over again."

Li Qiong nodded obediently: "Hey."

As soon as the little assistant left, Fang Qian sighed again, picked up the silver ring on the dressing table, and gently rubbed the notch on the inside.

Zhang Yan, where are you?

Just halfway through the recording at noon, a piercing fire alarm suddenly sounded in the studio.

The host stopped, and the audience looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Is it a drill?"

The fire prevention measures of this building are very strict. In the two years since it was built, not to mention the fire, not even a single fuse has been blown.

The director team immediately contacted the security department: "What's going on?"

The anxious voice of the security team leader came over: "Director Zheng, there is a fire on the seventh floor. The fire brigade is on their way, please cooperate with us to evacuate the audience as soon as possible!"

The studio is on the fifth floor, the director frowned: "So serious?"

"Yeah, it's so weird. A computer caught fire all of a sudden. Our people cut off the power to put out the fire immediately, but the fire kept getting bigger and bigger. It couldn't be stopped!"

What he didn't say was that the entire seventh floor had been turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the fire was still spreading downwards.

The director made a decisive decision and signaled the recording to stop.

There was a commotion among the audience in the audience, and the crowd scrambled towards the exit. Someone accidentally fell to the ground, and was immediately stepped on by the panicked crowd, and couldn't help crying.

The host repeated in disbelief: "Please don't panic, stay calm..." His voice was drowned in the commotion.

Seeing that the scene was gradually slipping out of control, at this moment, Fang Qian, who was standing aside, snatched the host's microphone and shouted: "Please calm down!"

In an instant, the audience fell silent, and everyone's attention was focused on him.

Fang Qian said in a calm tone, "Don't take the elevator. Going out to the right is the escape route. Please leave in an orderly manner. If anyone falls, ask the people next to you to lend a helping hand, give them a hand, and help them leave together."

There were already quite a few of his fans present, and as soon as he stepped forward, it was as if he had reassured the fans, and the originally tumultuous scene immediately settled down.

Some fans immediately stood up to help maintain order, those who fell were helped up, and the evacuation became efficient and orderly.

Security personnel also arrived and quickly evacuated the audience with them.

The other stars of the crew left immediately.Only Fang Qian and the director team stayed until the end.The air in the studio hall became scorching hot at some point, and the fire had spread to this floor.

Director Zheng picked up the camera, and Fang Qian nodded: "Let's hurry up too."

"Okay." Fang Qian was about to agree, when he suddenly remembered the ring on the dressing table, and he paused before leaving, "I have to go backstage to get something, I'll be here soon, director, you go first."

The hostess immediately persuaded: "Don't take it, come back and look for it after the fire is extinguished."

Fang Qian shook his head stubbornly: "It's very important." Then he said to his assistant: "You go first, I'll be right back."

The assistant was shaking his head, but he pushed the door out: "Follow Director Zheng and them closely."

The smoke drifted in all directions, and the host saw that he couldn't persuade him, stomped his feet angrily, and chased after the director who left.But Fang Qian quickly ran to the backstage.

He didn't know that this strange and rapid fire was caused by monsters.

Zhang Yan had expected long ago that once the monsters couldn't handle the attack for a long time, they would definitely divide their troops to deal with the rest of the formations.And the monks whose headquarters was attacked may not be able to separate themselves to deal with these stragglers.

More importantly, he knew that Fang Qian was recording a program on Chenhai Satellite TV today.

Once Fang Qian was involved, he couldn't help but care.

When he rushed downstairs, billows of black smoke were pouring from the middle of the building.

In his spiritual vision, there were still quite a few dark demonic energy circling around the building.Without the protection of the monks, the protective array here could not withstand the continuous and violent attacks.

A lot of people have already run out of the building, fire trucks roared over, and fire fighters kept rushing into the building.

Zhang Yan searched around but didn't see Fang Qian coming out, so he went inside against the panicked crowd.He recognized the hostess of Chenhai Satellite TV with sharp eyes, and immediately grabbed her: "Where's Fang Qian?"

The hostess was in a state of confusion at the moment, and subconsciously said, "Fang Qian is still behind..."

He raised his voice and asked, "Where is he?"

The hostess replied belatedly: "Backstage, dressing room."

Zhang Yan ran inside, and the hostess felt that the man in front of her was gone in a blink of an eye.It took her a few seconds to react, and she couldn't help but wonder: "Huh? Who was that just now?"

Zhang Yan came here when he was an assistant before, but the elevator was no longer working, so he ran against the flow of people to the fifth floor.

There was so much smoke billowing in the corridor that it was impossible to see clearly ahead.The backstage was like a huge labyrinth. He pulled up his neckline to cover his mouth and nose, and searched door after door, but he couldn't find Fang Qian.

"Fang Qian—" Zhang Yan yelled anxiously, a big puff of smoke ran into his throat, "Where are you?"

The air was getting hotter and hotter, and apart from the sound of the flames burning, there was silence in the corridor.