Xianzun is collapsing every day

Mrs. Lin knew in her heart that no matter what, she would never leave.

These two monks came here because of her request, and also to save the people in the city, so they struggled to suppress the rising evil fire.

But the male voice that appeared inexplicably in her heart seemed to be amazingly seductive, Mrs. Lin couldn't control her movements, the voice tempted her to go towards the city gate.

She obviously no longer had the will to survive before, but at this moment, a voice kept shouting in her head that the city gate is the way of life, as long as these two monks are left behind, all the people in the city can be saved.

There was even a moment when Mrs. Lin really took a step.But just as she took a step, she saw her newborn grandson in Mu Chuihan's arms.

At that time, Mrs. Lin became annoyed.If she hadn't handed over the child to them at that time, she could have escaped with him in her arms now.

Mrs. Lin fell into a daze, and she almost had the idea of ​​taking the child back.But soon, she woke up from this strange bewitched state again.

She had recited Buddhism for half her life, and she had good thoughts in her heart, and she also knew that what the male voice said was extremely absurd.God has the virtue of good life, so how could this kind of sacrifice happen?

Mrs. Lin fell into a struggle. She really wanted to tell the two immortal teachers in front of her all the words she heard, but for some reason, she couldn't say a word.

The imperial city was deserted, but Jiuying's strength was stronger than before. Mu Chuihan knew that if this continued, he would soon be unable to maintain this formation.

Finally, even Mrs. Lin finally left the empty street.

"Are you chilling?" The male voice seemed to come from the sky: "You are obviously trying to save them, but these mortals you saved have found their own way of life. Is there anyone who cares about your life?"

This male voice is not clear, a sentence is hazy, and there are layers of echoes, revealing endless desolation.

Ye Tingjiang closed his eyes, as if he had never heard this sentence at all.Now if they are distracted by this voice, if they make a careless move, they will be counterattacked by Jiuying's power.

But for some reason, Ye Tingjiang felt that the aura of the formation was getting dimmer, and he had to output more spiritual power to maintain the original state.

His heart froze, Jiuying's strength is still increasing?

Ye Tingjiang knew that Jiuying liked to slowly torture people to death, and now that the evil fire was gradually increasing, he couldn't help but think of the worst possibility.They are all the objects of Jiuying's play, and the current Jiuying may have recovered most of the power of the ancient times!

When Ye Tingjiang was in a state of anxiety, he suddenly heard Mu Chuihan's voice: "I'm not disappointed."

Mu Chuihan turned around, turned his face to Ye Tingjiang, raised his head slightly, as if responding to the voice from the sky, and lightly said, "There's nothing so chilling about it."

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

He could clearly see Mu Chuihan's relaxed appearance with his hands empty.It turned out that it wasn't that Jiuying's strength was increasing, but that Mu Chuihan withdrew the spiritual power that maintained the formation!

Ye Tingjiang was in a trance for a while, and looked at Mu Chuihan again before he realized that he also withdrew the spiritual power that was continuously input into the formation.

The evil fire that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly raged, and all the houses in the imperial city were burned, and the flames swallowed them at an extremely fast speed.

However, even if they were surrounded by fire, the dangerous flames could not hurt them at all.In the middle of the fire, Mu Chuihan and Xianxin had the crying child in their arms, slowly responding to the male voice: "Wouldn't it be better if all the people ran away?"

Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "It's much easier to protect ourselves than to protect the whole city."

There were already no people in the city, but Mu Chuihan's first reaction was to maintain the formation, because they had already regarded this time as a head-on confrontation with Jiuying, and subconsciously felt that just a little bit could affect life and death.

But after the male voice sounded, Mu Chuihan realized instead that they formed an formation in the first place to protect the people, but now that it is an empty city, he doesn't care how completely these buildings have been burned, as long as they use ten thousandths One's spiritual power is enough to protect oneself and the child.

The male voice in the cloud waited for a long time before saying again: "But do you know why they fled? Because I told them that they can only live if you die."

The owner of the voice kept a strange tone, and said in a very tortuous sentence: "You have good intentions, but they only want you to die. Now you can't get out of this city. Ha, how ridiculous, we in the world of cultivating immortals The two great powers of the two are folded in this small imperial city..."

"Then have they walked out of this city?" Mu Chuihan's voice was very calm: "If you really let them go, then you really have good intentions."

Right now, inside and outside the city, one may not know where is safer.Mu Chuihan didn't think that all the people would listen to this man who didn't know where he came from, so they flocked out of the city until there was no one left.

Don't talk about others, just talk about Mrs. Lin, even if she really abandoned them, how could she be willing to let her little grandson, whom she tried so hard to protect, die in the imperial city with them?

If it wasn't for the people behind the scenes to tamper with, Mu Chuihan would rather be burned to death here by the evil fire than believe a word.

Mu Chuihan's voice was calm, but with a hint of mockery.The male voice behind the scenes seemed to be annoyed by him, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

"Don't you say it?" Mu Chuihan lazily leaned on Ye Tingjiang's shoulder, with a child nestled in his arms, like a family of three.But this warm scene appeared in the raging fire again, which was extremely weird.

This inexplicable urging seems to make the people behind the scenes even more angry, and the faint and distant voice is a bit more condensed: "You..."

The scene of scorched earth in front of him suddenly changed, and the fire faded away in an instant.Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang stood side by side on a mountain peak, with gusts of mountain wind blowing, everything was no longer the scene of the imperial city, only the child in Mu Chuihan's arms was still crying.

"Successful?" Mu Chuihan smiled and winked at Ye Tingjiang: "Xianjun is so amazing!"

Ye Tingjiang was also a little surprised: "I didn't expect it to be possible."

Just now Mu Chuihan had been talking to that male voice, distracting him, while Ye Tingjiang remained silent from beginning to end.

It is obvious that the people behind the scenes have cast a spell of demagogy on the people of the city.And Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang had confronted him several times in the past, and they all knew that he was good at using illusion.

During the month at Yingxue Peak with Bai Jing, the dream drawing technique had already been used as a bet, and he lost to Mu Chuihan at the poker table.

Although it is only a bet in name, behind it is to solve the precarious situation in the world of cultivating immortals.Even though it was the secret of Master Bai Jing's sect, but at this critical juncture, Bai Jing did not have the heart to hide it, and taught him all he had.

Just now, Ye Tingjiang tried to use this method, trying to invade the soul of the person behind the scenes.

Originally, the dream drawing technique should be applied to the person in the dream, but Ye Tingjiang tried to use this technique to counter the person behind the scenes, but he didn't give much hope.

But maybe it was Mu Chuihan's words that shocked him, and Ye Tingjiang, a beginner, successfully invaded his memory.

They will soon know who is behind this scene stirring up the situation.

Clouds rolled over the quiet mountain peak, but the robes of several monks were stained with blood, and the magic weapons in their hands were also weak.

But behind them, a huge water sword chased their footsteps, relentlessly.

A giant snake opened its huge mouth and spit out the snake letter. The water jet from the mouth made the sword edge sharper.

"Nine infants." Mu Chuihan turned his gaze back from the giant snake and fixed on those fleeing monks: "Which faction are these disciples?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head. These people were not wearing the robes of disciples of any school, so they could not be identified.

Mu Chuihan thought that he would soon see these monks die under the water sword, but he didn't expect that a female cultivator in pink came lightly holding a Jiaowei guqin.

She plucked the strings, and the chilling musical notes came, and the movement of the giant snake to spit out the letter froze slightly.

The female nun in pink turned her head and said to the previous monk, "Fix the formation."

This turn of the head allowed Ye Tingjiang to see her soft side face clearly.

He frowned slightly, as if looking for the woman in his memory: "I've seen her..."

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