The devil attacks me every day

Shu Cangzhu raised his chin, his eyes swept across the faces of familiar and unfamiliar monks in front of him one after another.

Their eyes were full of astonishment, puzzlement, disgust and deep fear.

He had seen this look more than once.

The more I watch, the more boring I feel.

"Why, do you want to speak for Tang Yuejiao?" Shu Cangzhu's voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, "Tell me, listen while I still have the patience."

Who dares to speak up here!

Gudong.

The sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.

No one stepped forward.

"Don't dare to say?" Shu Cangzhu's eyes were indifferent, and he glanced at the Yueshang Sect disciple who was nervous about Tang Yuejiao, and asked, "How credible do you think what Sect Master Tang said?"

The disciple of Yueshang Sect was startled and frightened, his eyes turned red: "I, my family's suzerain... will not foul people's innocence at will!"

Tick.

Tick.

Thick blood hung on Tang Yuejiao's red-stained toe, and fell drop by drop on the ground.

Although she is not dead, she is better than dead.

Shu Cangzhu looked at the disciple with less contempt than before: "It's loyal."

Not afraid of death.

Seeing that the disciple was only in the spirit control realm, he was able to challenge Shu Cangzhu with his neck. More and more Taoist cultivators were present, and the fear in their hearts dissipated. There were two of them, and they spoke one after another.

"Holy One, Sect Master Tang just asked a few words, isn't it too arbitrary for you to do this?"

"Exactly! Let Sect Master Tang down!"

"Let Tang Sect Master come down!" One person said so, and countless people shouted together.

Another Taoist who is quite famous in Taoism came out from the crowd and asked, "Is what Tang Zongzhu asked true? Just now I sent spiritual news to Venerable Tao, Venerable Huai, and Master Su, but there was no one." Reply, where are they now? Are they really hidden by you? Where are they hidden? What do you want to do? It is rumored that Zhuang Qing was framed by you, where are they? Are you Didn’t you already send someone to silence everyone who knew the truth?”

One question after another rang loudly, the man shook the hem of his clothes fiercely, and pointed at Shu Cang Zhu with his sword: "Surely the Holy One alone cannot seal the mouths of my thousands of Taoists. If you have a clear conscience, you'd better let Sect Master Tang down first, Give everyone a reasonable answer!"

A voice sounded, followed by several voices, and then a group, a piece, the whole sky, all the monks gathered together, raised their magical weapons one after another, and stared at Shu Cangzhu.

It was a pair of questioning and defensive eyes.

There is light in their eyes.

It was a flame gathered by a group of ants in order to survive.

Shu Cangzhu looked at one person after another in front of him, a large area was covered in darkness, as if the small courtyard was surrounded by water.

"It's so stupid." He shook his head, "Since they will all disappear, can you live?"

The face of the leading Daoist changed: "Sure enough, you hid them! What did you do to them!"

Shu Cangzhu raised his hand, and a mass of colorless air flow slowly gathered in his palm, becoming smaller and smaller, and the color faded into a strange emerald green.

Holding the emerald-green ball of light with well-knit hands, he smiled: "When will I reap your lives... It's just a thought of mine. Since you are rushing to come, then go ahead. "

After speaking, the ball of light shattered and turned into dots of stars, flying towards all the Taoists present!

The stars entered the body, and everyone's complexions were pale.

They didn't know when there was a trace of emerald green spiritual energy lurking in their bodies. Once they came into contact with the stars, they blocked the dantian and temporarily lost all their spiritual power!

"What, what's going on!"

"My spiritual power is gone... my spiritual power is gone!"

"Shu Cangzhu! What tricks are you playing!"

Some cultivators with magic tools such as giant hammers couldn't even lift their own magic tools after losing their spiritual power. With a bang, the giant hammer hit the ground.

"My spiritual power... I have cultivated spiritual power for thousands of years!"

The yelling and questioning just now turned into exclamation and pain of losing spiritual power.

Shu Cangzhu looked at their panicked faces and clicked his tongue.

"My Huanyun's medicine, I have to charge some interest after taking it."

·

The former site of Xueji, inside the bronze wall.

When Su Jiang and Hui Ci came to find him, Zhuang Nanhai was still thinking about the sudden and fiery memory.

He didn't even dare to look directly at Meng Qi'an's face, as soon as he saw him, Zhuang Nanhai unconsciously recalled the young man's flushed, ecstatic face, and those moist, blurred eyes.

sinful desire.

Burning desire.

He was silent because of this unspeakable emotion, and also worried about gains and losses because of this emotion.

Seeing Meng Qi'an's Ci Ci again, he buried his little head in his brother's arm pitifully, listening to Su Jiang and Meng Qi'an talking.

"After leaving Qiankun Domain, I won't be able to contact senior brother." Su Jiang's eyes were full of worry, "But I can't let Huici stay there. If Huici is Liuli, then she..."

It's dangerous.

Meng Qi'an naturally understood Su Jiang's worries.

"What happened to Venerable Tao? What happened?" Meng Qi'an asked.

"I don't know. I wanted to entrust the elder brother to take care of him, but the elder brother is not in the Qiankun domain, and the Lingxun didn't reply. Yuan Jin suggested that I send the elder brother away first and meet you, so I will come first."

Meng Qi'an immediately wrote a spiritual message to Yuan Jin.But the four of them waited for a long time, but the spiritual message disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.

Su Jiang wrote spiritual messages to Su Yaowei, Huai'an Ming, and several Taoist cultivators who were close friends, but the people in the Qiankun Domain seemed to be sealed off, and no one replied.

"Something happened to Qiankun Domain?" Meng Qi'an's eyes darkened, "Could it be that Shu Cangshu did something to him?"

Su Jiang frowned: "He is only one person, how can he trap everyone? What's more, Senior Brother and Sect Master Huai are not the same people."

One is Daoist No.1, and the other is a heart-eager who broke through from the little fairy gate.If Tao Changyu and Huai'an Minghui disappeared without leaving a word, how unfathomable is Shu Cangzhu's strength?

"Let's go, let's go back to Qiankun Domain now!" Meng Qi'an suggested.

Instead of waiting for Shu Cangzhu to come to your door, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

·

After stepping into the Qiankun Domain, all the hustle and bustle of the past disappeared.

There was no one on the empty street, and the banner of the restaurant was fluttering in the wind, which made the three people walking in the universe even more depressed.

empty city.

Due to the chaos in Middle-earth, famous people in Liuhe gathered in the Qiankun Region, and now all the monks in the Qiankun Region and even the Middle-earth Continent disappeared, as if they had never been here.

"How could this happen? Where are the people?" Su Jiang clearly remembered that before he left, Qiankun Domain was still full of people's voices, and Taoist practitioners and medicine practitioners gathered together.

Recently, most of the monsters in the Middle-earth Continent have been cleaned up, and the disciples stationed in various parts of the Middle-earth have also returned to the Qiankun Domain, which is more lively than before.

And now the whole city is silent.

There were several magical artifacts scattered on the ground, Meng Qi'an picked up one of the spirit swords, and a burst of icy air burst out from his hands, forming a layer of frost on his palm.

"Its owner is a Taoist cultivator of the water system." He urged the spiritual power in his body to melt away the frost on his hands, and asked Zhuang Nanhai, "Its rank should be about the same as the Chiyang Sword you gave me, right? "

Zhuang Nanhai took the spirit sword and nodded after investigating, "Yes, it's only high but not low."

That is an extremely precious spirit sword.

Meng Qi'an frowned: "In this case, it is impossible for the master to throw this sword here. It seems that there are many magic weapons dropped along the way, and they don't seem to be useless. The only possibility is that their The master went to another place before he could put them away?"

Zhuang Nanhai didn't speak, but closed his eyes slightly, sensing everything around him.

Start from the ground you stepped on, and extend outward circle by circle.

Su Jiang looked back from the sporadic magical artifacts on the long street: "If it is said that Shu Cangzhu hid people, how did he do it? There are nearly ten thousand monks in the Qiankun Domain, how can they be together in one place?" All disappeared within a day?"

"He has help?" Meng Qi'an asked.

"Even if there is." Su Jiang thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "Even if he has helpers, he can't do it."

The two analyzed each other for a while. Seeing that Zhuang Nanhai closed his eyes and said nothing, Su Jiang asked softly, "What's wrong with Qing'er?"

Qing'er was naturally referring to Zhuang Nanhai.

Su Jiang had already confirmed Zhuang Nanhai's identity from his senior brother Tao Changyu. Although he knew that he didn't remember him now, he still used the name he used to call him. Zhuang Nanhai didn't ask Su Jiang to change his name.

The silent Zhuang Nanhai suddenly opened his eyes.

He took a step forward to block Meng Qi'an behind him, and then said to the dark and empty corner of the long street: "I know you are there, come out!"

Meng Qi'an let out a sigh, and Su Jiang also followed Zhuang Nanhai's point and looked towards the empty corner, asking, "Qing'er, what are you talking about?"

A person slowly walked out of a dark street corner.

The man was about the same stature as Meng Qi'an, dressed in coarse and short brown, with a crooked belt, and had a slovenly beard.

"It's you?" Meng Qi'an has seen this person more than once!

The bearded man glanced at Zhuang Nanhai with his eyes that were less than mighty but more than handsome, and then turned his gaze back to Meng Qi'an's face: "Little friend, we meet again."

Seeing this familiar face, Meng Qian asked and walked out from behind Zhuang Nanhai: "Who are you? Why are you here? What happened in the Qiankun Domain? Where are the other monks? Where did they go?"

A series of questions came over, and the bearded man could only smile and shook his head: "My little friend has a lot of questions. Although I don't want to tell you who I am, I did see what happened here."

He pointed to the northwest: "Did you see that light green aura vortex?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers.

There is indeed a very small light green vortex slowly rotating in the northwest sky, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.

"What's that?" Su Jiang asked.

"The mustard space, haven't you seen it?" The bearded man scratched his head, "Don't the current Taoists know how to create the mustard space?"

His words made the three present frowned.

Today's Taoism, what is now?Isn't he the current Daoist cultivator?What is mustard space and how to create it?

Seeing that everyone couldn't understand what he said, the bearded man briefly introduced what the mustard space is.

It turns out that the mustard space is a small world created by humans, which is parallel to the time and space but independent, and the creator of the small world is the supreme god.

The creator can change everything in the mustard space at will, including water flow, wind direction, weather and even terrain, flowers, birds, insects and fish.This kind of space is generally simulated and created by monks training their souls, constantly destroying, reshaping and perfecting the city, and the monks' souls will become stronger and more solidified.

And the sky above the northwest is a mustard space.

What is going on inside cannot be seen from the outside.

"Where are all the people you are looking for who disappeared?" The bearded man said after explaining the mustard space, "They were all locked into the mustard space by Shu Cangzhu."

"What?" Su Jiang looked at the little cyclone with a face full of disbelief, "Are you serious? Then my senior brother and Sect Master Huai..."

The bearded man nodded: "Yes, they are all inside."

The more Meng Qi'an heard it, the more ridiculous he felt: "Even if Shu Cangzhu can create a mustard space, there is no way to accommodate everyone in it, right? Don't they resist? There are nearly ten thousand Daoist cultivators in the Qiankun Domain, and they are all elites in the Five Elements Continent. Shu Cangzhu has only one person, how can he do it?"

"A large number of people does not mean that you can resist."

The bearded man made a circle with his hand and made a motion of swallowing it into his mouth, "The Middle Earth is in chaos, Shu Cangzhu once brought a large number of medicine cultivators to distribute the elixir refined by Huanyunzong? Needless to say, almost all of them All the monks have taken the medicine brought by Shu Cangzhu, as long as he adds a trace of his own breath to each pill, even if the person in front of him is Tao Changyu, he will not be able to resist."

"It's still wrong." Meng Qi'an questioned after hearing what the bearded man said, "If the storyteller Cang Zhu wants to lock everyone into his mustard space, why are you still here?"

The bearded man was taken aback.

He didn't seem to expect that Meng Qi'an would ask himself this question, he pondered for a while, and then answered with a self-deprecating smile: "I can only say that because of 'certain' reasons, he can't sense me."

"So senior's cultivation level can be compared with Shu Cangzhu's?" Apart from the same realm, Meng Qi'an couldn't think of any reason why Shu Cangshu couldn't sense him.

The bearded man smiled wryly: "I can't do anything to him."

He had no choice but to escape all the tracking of Shu Cang Zhu.

That is the soul realm can match it.

Meng Qi'an and Zhuang Nanhai looked at each other, and they both understood everything the other was thinking from the eyes of both of them.

"Originally, the probability of success of this plan was only [-]%." Zhuang Nanhai looked at the bearded man and said, "Now it's [-]%."