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Kunyuan circle.

Dayan Imperial City, Yanjing.

This square city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, sitting in a hole and looking at the dragon, with excellent geomantic omen.There is another spiritual vein flowing through the air. In terms of spiritual energy, it is no worse than some fairy gates.

This is a land of exquisite beauty, and there are monks from various immortal sects resident there. No matter how bad the year is elsewhere, the weather here is also smooth and the family has surplus food.Even a local ruffian beggar with no property, as a commoner at the foot of the emperor, lives much better than other places, and those who are willing to make progress in business may not be able to catch up with the monks of the fairy gate, not to mention sending themselves or their children to the fairy gate to practice , Just a little rubbish leaked from the monks' hands, picked up and sold, at least can earn a family's rations for two or three months.

The lives of the people of Yanjing have been so good for hundreds of years, but this year it suddenly failed.

The Golden Soup line of defense is some distance away from Yanjing, and the demonic disasters and demon tides will not harm this land. Only the frantic influx of refugees, with their families and mouths, come here with their mouths open, and they are so poor that they die. Sickness and injury, even if the government recruits people to repair the city wall, they can't do it, because they can't do heavy work, so they can only be dirty and huddle under the city wall to hide from the wind.

Yanjing is a city, how can it support half a big Yan’s people? Anyway, Yanjing people feel that the price of food has soared. Dirty people wander around, and one can hear half a dozen cases of robbery or theft a day from relatives and friends.

Here, you are given a hole in the wall, and you still want to steal it?

Sure enough, the common people outside Yanjing are a bunch of shameless thieves!

The people of Yanjing were cursing and cursing. They didn't know that someone had set foot on the land of Yanjing today.

It is a middle-aged Taoist who wears a flower-blue Taoist robe, an emerald green tulle cloak, a Hunyuan scarf, and a blue lotus crown.With a thin face and a few strands of white hair on his temples, he brought a Taoist boy with a bun who was also wearing a blue and blue Taoist robe, descending from the clouds and stepping into the second city gate.

In the Thirty Thousand Heavens, a big city like Yanjing has several gates.

The reason why it is stacked is not heavy, because the city gates mentioned here are not arranged side by side on the ground, but a layer of city gates on the first layer of city gates, and a layer of city gates on the second layer of city gates.

The city gates on the ground are for ordinary people, the top gate is for Yuke Xianjun, and the middle gates are naturally for ordinary monks.

Kunyuan Realm is protected by Qinghua Taishang Xianjun, who cultivates Xiaoyao Dao. For thousands of years, Qinghua Dao, the largest immortal sect in the local area, also majors in Xiaoyao. In Beijing, the three gates were roughly divided.I heard that far away in a place called the Jade Emperor's Realm, small cities there will also build five-fold gates, and large cities will build seven-fold gates. The city gate will be fined, and the end is a solemn and solemn spectacle.

However, there is a gossip that the emperor of Dayan is very envious of the nine-fold city gate of the Jade Emperor Realm. If you complain, you don't know whether it is true or not.

But even if it was a three-tiered city gate, the Taoist boy with a bun who had never been to such a magnificent imperial city stared wide-eyed.

But his attention only stayed on the city gate for a moment, and then turned to the city wall.

There were a lot of refugees gathered in that corner, all of them were old and weak, women and children, and they couldn't do much in the city, so they could only huddle together.

Their faces were blue-yellow and purple, their hands and feet were as dry as branches, their skin stuck to their bones, and they could not see any flesh. Although they were not dead, they looked more like dead.

Chuiji Daotong took a glance, and couldn't bear to turn his eyes away, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that among the group of old and weak women and children, there was a skinny yellow-haired girl holding a baby tightly in her arms.

The baby with a big head and a flat belly was as breathless as air, but that yellow-haired girl was completely out of breath.

The corpses were mixed with the living, if not for some monks who would kindly perform a few spells when they passed by, the plague would have spread inside and outside Yanjing.

Daotong Tongji saw his footsteps paused, but out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the shadow in front of him stopping.

Startled, he quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head.

However, it was too late, the middle-aged Taoist had already seen the person he had been focusing on just now...the corpse.

"It's a pity," said the middle-aged Taoist who just glanced at him indifferently, "Although the old man Shengming has been secretly trying to pry my Qinghua's position, he didn't think much about Qinghua's real fall. He What to do. Now just to unify the power of the Kunyuan realm and make other Yuke and Yuanying willing to listen to him, the old man will be so irritable that he will pluck out the spikes of his sword. The disciples took in the refugees, opened the fields to grow food...how could he have the brains to think about it."

The Taoist boy in a vertical bun dared not speak.

At the gate of this city, the middle-aged Taoist is actually criticizing the Shengming Yuke Xianjun, who is now in charge of the Xianmen Alliance, and pretending to be a Qinghua Taoist who has been exterminated. It is really unreasonable not to attract monks to watch.

But no one noticed the middle-aged Taoist and the Taoist boy with a vertical bun at the gate of the city, let alone heard his arrogant remarks.

The Daoist in a vertical bun bit his lip, but didn't make a sound.

The middle-aged Taoist waved his sleeves, and the two of them turned into a breeze and shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yanjing.In the blink of an eye, he passed the outer city that had become chaotic in recent days, and came to the inner city that had hardly changed.

The people living in the inner city are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The mansion has a lot of food, and there are officers and soldiers around, so that refugees are not allowed to enter, but it is as stable as before.But this didn't stop the middle-aged Taoist, he turned into a breeze and continued to move forward.

The two arrived in front of a government office, and went around to the dungeon behind without disturbing the formation and the guards with cultivation.

The dungeon went down layer by layer, and the scale was obviously not built by mortals, and the people held in it were also not mortals.

Chuiji Daotong heard a horrifying scream, so he turned his head, but the scream was already far behind him.The middle-aged Taoist speeded up, and they didn't know how many floors they had penetrated into the ground in an instant, but the Taoist boy with a black hair could feel that even under the protection of the middle-aged Taoist, there was still a layer of frost crawling up the corner of his clothes.

The air is getting colder and colder, as if ice crystals are scraping in front of you.

Just when Daoist Tong Chuiji was frozen to the point of being unable to breathe, the middle-aged Taoist finally stopped.

When the two of them came to the deepest part of the dungeon, they saw that the deepest part was as wide as a palace. The dome on the ground was made of ice that would not melt for thousands of years. Together, the chains locked a "person" locked in the center of the deepest dungeon.

This "person" has dark skin, with mysterious golden patterns interlaced on his black skin, wearing an old red long hakama, his upper body and feet are naked, and his red hair flutters like flames. He just appeared on Qinghua Mountain not long ago, and was later killed After chasing from Junping, he was also called Huanglou Yuke Xianjun, the demon god Feng who was caught.

After Feng was caught, he was locked here, bound by ice chains, and could not escape.But between him and the ice chains, there were several golden circles rotating, blocking the cold air that was enough to kill him, and also blocking all kinds of soul-hunting and god-searching spells.

It is impossible to find the location of the Demon Altar from him, which is why Feng is still imprisoned here.

Who would have thought that this demon god would carry such a powerful life-saving immortal treasure. You must know that the demon god has never been able to refine magic treasures or use magic treasures, and only fights with monks with bare hands.

Which monk gave the immortal treasure to the demon god, and what has it to do with Qinghua Dao's Miemen—all kinds of speculations about these things have caused countless secret reactions in the unstable Kunyuan Xianmen alliance.

But it has nothing to do with Feng.

It also has nothing to do with the middle-aged Taoist who handed over the Golden Circle Immortal Treasure to Feng.

It was clear that the six consciousnesses had been locked by ice chains, but Feng still noticed someone coming, stretched his waist and said:

"Hey, your speed is too slow, I've been waiting for a long time."

"It was you who were caught by the Xianmen Alliance carelessly. In order to wipe your ass for you, I had to make a few extra trips to waste time." The middle-aged Taoist retorted lightly, "I don't want your apology, Demon God, just tell me Your result."

"Oh, the result?" Feng shrugged lazily, "I searched Qinghua Mountain again, but I couldn't find it. The key in the cloud is not in Qinghua Mountain, um, probably."

"It wouldn't be here at all. If Yunzhong Key was in Qinghua, Qingwu would definitely carry it with him. Since it wasn't found on him, Yunzhong Key would definitely not be in Qinghua Mountain." The middle-aged Taoist said firmly.

"Ha," Feng laughed, "You have great confidence in Qing Wu Yu Ke Xianjun, so you can kill him with your own hands, which is really amazing."

The Taoist Tongji who was hiding silently in the corner swayed on the spot.

"The Tao is different, so we don't conspire with each other." The middle-aged Taoist said.

"Okay," Feng spread his hands, "That is to say, the key in the cloud is still missing, so according to the agreement, we will still cooperate until the key in the cloud appears, okay?"

"You are locked in the dungeon, and I'm running outside to cooperate?" The middle-aged Taoist asked back.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Feng Yitong laughed.

He said: "I stay here so that I can better watch those people from the Kunyuan Xianmen Alliance. As for you running outside, isn't what you have to do very simple? All in all, I don't believe it if you break the golden soup line first." , can't force the key in the cloud."

With a cold snort, the middle-aged Taoist confirmed the news that Yun Zhongshao was not in Qinghua Mountain. He had nothing to say to this demon god.

Without disturbing all the formations in the dungeon, and without leaving his own image in the talisman, the middle-aged Taoist waved his sleeves to lead the Taoist boy, turned around and left.

Instead, Feng laughed again.

"I was in Qinghua Mountain this time, but I got in touch with the few remaining members of the Qinghua sect. I really want to know when Qingwu Feather Master Xianjun accepted another apprentice. If Lord Zhuoqing saw What kind of expression will you have——

"—Qinghua Daoru Xianfeng Elder, Lord of Thunderbolt Hall, Wu Haoyan. No, it's time to change the name, Haoyan Yuke Xianjun."

***

Jintang defense line, Ningqiao Lake.

Sitting upright on the green lotus, Qu Wangsheng, who had returned to the defense line after a three-day rest, suddenly frowned.

With a movement of his consciousness, he suddenly panicked for some reason, and quickly connected to the junior brother who is the head of the sect, and saw the junior brother holding Wei Lanxing's thousand-mile microphone called a mobile phone, looking at something.

There are enough points. A few days ago, Xia Jiong redeemed the different time and space router from the head seal, and finally lived a life where he can easily surf the Internet in Kunyuan. Now he is browsing the Internet, and suddenly feels a pain The scarlet vine moved.

Xia Jiong: "Itches."

Qu Wangsheng: "...Sorry."

After a pause, Qu Wangsheng asked again: "Junior Brother, is there something wrong on Qinghua Mountain?"

Xia Jiong: "Apart from the explosion of more than 30 players today, there is no major event... Ah! Brother, I didn't mean to fish for fish, I just finished reading a chapter!"

The young head suddenly realized something, and put away the phone in a panic.

Qu Wangsheng: "Since Junior Brother thinks it's time to rest, that's it. The way of your cultivation is up to you. But... what were you looking at just now?"

Xia Jiong blinked, and found that the senior brother was really not angry because he fished in his practice, so he picked up the phone again embarrassingly.

But he quickly laughed again, and said, "I was looking at the creative design competition section on our official website, brother, did you know that someone submitted a psychic cannon!"