After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

"What are you in a daze for?" The sound of water drops did not appear, and the tenacious leg pendant followed first.

Xiang Jiurong had already walked around the city.

Honestly, nothing.

The city couldn't get out, and every gate was tightly closed, as if some kind of restriction had been imposed.

"Waiting for something good."

"?" Please explain, I don't really want to admit that I don't understand.

Yan Zizhi didn't speak, and stood alone at the mouth of the well for a long time, let alone the sound of water droplets, and there was no sound of wind.

"It doesn't look like it's in the well."

Yan made a conclusion, lifted his foot and left.

Xiang Jiurong followed quickly: "Can you make it clear, what are you waiting for?"

"You'll know when it's dark."

"Then I have another question, why can you eat those foods unscrupulously? Aren't you afraid?"

"For 300 years, there are only two things in the city, weathered and illusion."

So you ate a lonely?

Xiang Jiurong didn't dare to say this.

Because when they returned to the door of the big house, they bumped into Lin Yuan and Lin Jiran.

One face was covered with ice, and the other was as black as charcoal.

The humble and tenacious male protagonist held a small water bowl that was wiped clean, and held it in front of Lin Yuan with both hands: "Master, there is nothing wrong with this water, do you want to take a sip? Or let me clean your wound?"

Lin Yuan had a lot of injuries, but they were all good.

Thanks to Yan Zizhi Shuangxiu.

Immortal Venerable Rusong stood there, neither took the water nor responded.

Seeing Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong come back, he withdrew his insubstantial gaze and glanced at Yan Zizhi as lightly as snow fell.

"Understood, let's go for a walk together?" Yan Zizhi very obediently extended an invitation to the war-damaged beauty.

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?How is this translated?This time I don't even have a sword.

Lin Jiran, who was black-faced and could drip ink, poured out the water in the water bowl, and ran into the house without looking back.

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?

What is this white powder suddenly appearing on the ground?

Hey, isn't this a big water bowl just now?

Brother Lin, are you angry? ? ?

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Lin Yuan went far away.

After the clouds and fog cleared, the red lanterns on both sides of the long street gradually lit up, and the light from the candles fell on the ground, sawing his shadow for a long time.

Yan Zizhi followed behind him, stepping on the shadow with bare feet, shaking every step.

The person walking in front stopped for no reason.

Yan Zizhi didn't pay attention, and bumped his head against the back of a certain 'wall'.

The nose is a little sour.

But in line with the principle of not teasing white or teasing, Yan Zizhi stretched out his claws and pinched on that 'wall'.

Pretty solid...

'Wall' body tensed.

The instigator avoided the cutting edge of Yongji, and began to talk nonsense: "Why did you stop, shouldn't you find a secluded corner to kill people and silence them?"

Lin Yuan stopped at the gate of the city where he came in just now.

The red lights turned on one by one, even though his back was turned to Yan Zizhi.

The latter can still see someone's reddened ears under the red light.

Fortunately, at this moment, none of the 'people' knew where they were hiding.

This kind of war-damaged beauty's blushing style is only enjoyed by him alone.

Lin Yuan was silent for a while, resisting the urge to chop his hands: "You can break the realm of innocence."

Not a rhetorical question, but an affirmative sentence.

"Of course, but what good do I get for helping you break through?" Yan Zizhi was not polite.

"I won't kill you, after you get out, leave Taiwei."

"Are you just letting me take your cub to wander outside like this?" Yan Zizhi laughed, her bright eyes and teeth were beautiful.

Linyuan has never seen 'Ji Yunzhi' laugh.

very nice.

Eternal silence beeps in the hand.

Lin Yuan calmly looked away: "What do you want?"

"Yes, you." The end sound was upturned, with an indescribably attractive taste.

Yan Zizhi stared at him as if no one was around.

It is very exciting to think about the abstinent Buddha's son falling into the mortal world.

But if you talk too much, it will appear deliberate.

Yan Zizhi didn't wait for the other party to draw his sword, and quickly changed the topic: "It's easy to break through, but I need to know why you came here?"

The horror of the realm of innocence is something that no fairy clan will easily set foot on.

This time it was Taiwei's new generation of young disciples who were trapped.

Even if it is a teacher's experience, why choose this kind of environment that will inevitably lead to death?

"You don't know?" Lin Yuan turned his back to him, with a bit of suppressed emotion in his tone.

Yan Zizhi:? ? ?

What should he know?What else is he not responsible for?

"Someone has tampered with the teleportation array."

Yan Zizhi:?

This person, he could have guessed without mentioning his name, it was Ji Yunzhi!

System solution: [Ji Yunzhi was dissatisfied with marrying into the Yaozu, so he changed the teleportation array before leaving, so that the hero could meet the opportunity of the Shishi mirror.This is a blessing in disguise set by the author. 】

Yan Zizhi: The male lead should thank me for taking him through.

System: [...] Aren't you planning to grab someone's chance! ! !

"Okay." Yan Zizhi pursed his lips, "I'll take you to break the mirror."

After receiving a confirmed response, Lin Yuan stopped talking, turned around and walked back.

System: [Are you suddenly so kind?He must be thinking about something bad. 】

Yan Zizhi raised the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.

A good show can only be wonderful if it is saved for the last stage.

The curtain of darkness was completely drawn down.

In the twilight-heavy Yashan City, there was a dead silence.

The only room with lights on was the one where all the little disciples were resting.

At this moment, a clear sound of water droplets suddenly sounded on the lonely long street.

One drop, one drop, like a bean raindrop merged into a trickle.

Here we come.

It turned out that it only appeared at night.

Yan Zizhi stayed alone at the intersection.

At this moment, he was leaning against the door of a shop with his arms folded, waiting for the owner of the sound of water drops to appear.

When the sound of water droplets sounded.

The figure hidden behind the water drop finally revealed its original appearance.

He was wet all over, at first glance he was just a child who sneaked out to play but accidentally fell into the water.

But he was wearing a bright yellow robe with a delicate coiled dragon embroidered on the hem of his clothes.

Yan Zizhi counted boredly, one, two, three, four, five.

Well, five claws, it's the folk emperor's ritual system, that's right.

Could it be that the last emperor of the subjugated country in Daliang was a kid under six years old?

It's a bit miserable.

The little emperor held something in the shape of a clay pot in his hand, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked at Yan Zizhi with blood red eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was awkward.

The system has tightly closed its eyes: [Woo, is there going to be a horror movie, I'm so scared. 】

The big devil actually played a big-eyed game with a kid!

I can't judge who is more terrifying for a while!

Suddenly, the little emperor moved.

He raised the clay pot in his hand and poured the water in it at Yan Zizhi.

Yan Zizhi:? ? ?

This little devil will come as soon as he says it.

No need for foreplay?

Yan Zizhi stood still.

Not moving means not prepared to dodge at all.

After being splashed with water, the robe on the right arm was completely soaked, wrapping the strong and powerful forearm muscles. ??

The system is very happy: [When the big devil is splashed with water, quickly check whether you have offended him, and you are not allowed to bully children. 】

Yan Zizhi sneered indifferently.

It all happened very suddenly, the little emperor ran away after splashing it, never giving you a chance to ask him anything.

After the yellow figure of Daoming quickly disappeared into the alley, the moon was already in the sky.

In the distance came the sound of horns one after another.

Desolate and distant.

Same as Chu Ge before?

Yan Zizhi stared closely at the enveloping fog.

Playing the same trick again, this realm of innocence would be too hasty.

He stared intently at the thick fog, and suddenly there was a commotion in the only big house that was lit up not far away.

It was where the group of little disciples were.

Although Yan Zizhi is a god on a daily basis, he is a demon king who keeps his promises.

Since he promised Linyuan to take these little disciples out, he will not break his promise.

With a flash of his figure, he teleported to the front of the big house.

The whole house was in chaos.

The little disciples who were sitting in the corner bandaging their wounds, and the little disciples who were snuggling up to each other, all stood up in unison.

Even the two unconscious little disciples were not spared.

Their eyes were blank, as if they were inspired by the horn, they pushed away Lin Jiran who was blocking them, and were about to go outside the house.

At the same time, there were many rustling footsteps outside the house, coming out from behind each house.

In Wuwang Realm, everything that happens can be attributed to the design of the realm master.

But the strange thing is that only he and Lin Jiran in this room were not affected by the sound of the horn.

Even Xiang Jiurong, who had a very high level of cultivation, was no longer sober at this time, and started to follow the large army like a puppet on a string. ??

"Are you all crazy?" Lin Jiran rushed up to stop a young disciple.

Instead, he was pushed away by that little disciple.

He didn't give up, and continued to tug on the little disciple's wrist.

Unexpectedly, that little disciple directly pulled out the long sword in his waist, and mechanically slashed at Lin Jiran.

If Lin Jiran had been slower to react, he might have been stabbed right through by his junior brother's sword.

There is no self-consciousness, no relatives, only repetitive mechanical movements.

There must be a reason.

Just when Lin Jiran was at his wit's end, Yongji flew in from outside the sky.

A sword pierced the ground, bringing up countless smoke and dust.

This barrier knocked several young disciples to the ground.

"Bound." Lin Yuan's tone was ice-cold.

Lin Jiran immediately took off his hairband, belt, and everything that could be used to tie people up.

Wearing only a black underwear, he has a handsome figure.

Yan Zizhi who just wandered back to the front of the house: The hero seems to be seducing me.

system:【? ? ?What time is it, you are still not doing business. 】

"Good figure." Yan Zizhi calmly faced the male lead's "seduction" and responded in time.

system:【...】

Lin Jiran: ...

The few ropes in the elder brother's hand suddenly turned into flying smoke.

I don't know if it's because after more than 300 years, the rope has long been weathered.

Or it was because the big brother was too hard.

People who have lost their minds.

Even if tied up, it will continue to struggle.

Although Lin Jiran's Taoist robe has spiritual power on it, it is a pity that it is affected by the evil spirit in this realm of innocence, which is almost equal to nothing.

A few young disciples broke free from the rope, and immediately ran outside like a demon.

The appearance of being desperate, there is a posture of people blocking the killing of the Buddha.

They are all junior juniors who grew up together since childhood, Lin Jiran dare not hurt juniors, and Lin Yuan can't hurt the younger generation either.

Although the two of them made a lot of efforts, it still didn't help, and they couldn't stop these little disciples who went out.

Even if you stun them with Eternal Silence, they will stand up again when they lose consciousness.

This seems to be an unsolvable proposition.

Before returning to the house, Linyuan had already tested all the corners of Yashan City with the Eternal Silence Sword.

There is no trumpet blower.

This horn is completely different from Chu Ge.

After tying up the little disciples in the room, the three of them chased the little disciples out.

The originally empty long street has gathered many people at some point.

They were all the 'old and weak women and children' they saw when they entered the city in the afternoon.

The old and the weak are supported, women hold the hands of children, and they wear gold and silver, which are extremely luxurious.

Everyone walked quietly to the other city gate.

Every step they took was extremely calm.

It's not like those soldiers who were chased by Chu Gesheng outside the city just now.

The sound of the horn seemed to be just a signal, a signal to inform everyone to set off.

"They are walking towards the north gate." When entering the city, they entered through the south gate.

Lin Jiran stood on the long street, sensing the direction.

As the road-crazy Demon Lord deposed in the southeast and northwest, Yan Zizhi nodded once in agreement.

But everyone clearly checked it just now, and all the four city gates are sealed, and no one can enter or leave at all.

The scene on the whole long street was extremely strange.

There were about three or four thousand people, leading the children and supporting the elderly, and they headed unswervingly all the way to the north city gate.

Dozens of tiny disciples followed behind.

Under the north city wall, the city gate that cannot be opened stands quietly in the night at this moment.

When the first group of people was about to arrive, it suddenly opened the door slowly from the outside to the inside...

The author has something to say:

Lin Yuan: You don't know?Didn't you let me in?

Someone Stuffed: ! ! !Where did I let you in, you speak clearly, where did I let you in? ?Mmm... light, light...