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

The decent family is so poor, Mozun sighed.

It's still faster to blackmail the little quail.

Lin Jiran: "..."

He clenched his fist and hesitated for a while before letting go.

Taking a step back is a compromise.

Very good, ask him for money and show that you are different.

Ji Yunzhi.

He remembered!

Yan Zizhi is one who accepts as soon as he sees it.

Cooperating very nimbly with the Eternal Silence Sword, he tied the remaining few young disciples to the tree.

One by one bundled into cocoons.

Except for a head exposed outside, the limbs are completely immobile, absolutely unable to run.

Lin Jiran has been staring at the man's movements in a dark way.

There are also those young disciples who are hanging there and swaying with the wind.

Like a blatant mockery.

Laugh at his ignorance and stubbornness.

"Brother Ji, here, here, save me, I'm richer than him!"

A howl came from behind the gate.

Lin Jiran's face turned even darker.

Looking back, poor Xiang Jiurong, a few feathers were plucked out again.

Then he was pinned to the ground by General Demon, unable to move.

"Brother Ji, save me!"

Fortunately, fortunately, his hands can still move.

He stretched out five fingers towards Yan Zizhi, "50 Lingshi, Brother Ji, help me destroy him!"

How dare he pull the tail of the young master of the demon clan!

Someone has an umbrella, but he has Ji Yunzhi!

"I'm just a rookie in the fairy sect who hasn't established a foundation...and you are the young master of the demon clan, so honorable..."

Yan Zizhi said hi while finishing tying up the last little disciple neatly.

"I understand what Brother Ji means. One million, one million!"

Huh, if you don't make a move, the bird's feathers will almost be pulled out by this demon general.

"make a deal!"

Yan Zizhi bent down and picked up a branch on the ground, weighed it in his hand, and threw it away.

However, the branch long from the index finger was facing the outrageous Demon General without hindrance.

Pass through.

General Demon lowered his head, staring at his chest in disbelief,

There are only a few tiny holes that cannot be seen.

The demonic energy was exhausted, and the huge general's body crashed to the ground, creating a five-meter-deep pit.

System: [Couldn't you give this devil general a little face and put in a few more tricks?This makes the book look weak...]

Yan Zizhi: I'm tired and don't want to move too much.

system:【...】

Xiang Jiurong, who was light on his body: That's it? ? ?

How do you feel like you've lost money again?

What about the fairy gate rookie who has not yet established a foundation? ? ?

Xiang Jiurong: "What kind of magic is this?"

Yan Zizhi dusted off the ashes: "Strength works miracles."

Xiang Jiurong: ...

Yan Zizhi: "Let me tell you a truth, killing demons is only useful if you kill your heart."

Not far away, Lin Yuan looked over calmly after hearing the word magic.

It seems to be looking at him, and it seems to pass by unintentionally.

Only Xiang Jiurong, who didn't know why, was scratching his head: "There are demons recorded in ancient books. Do you think this thing is a demon?"

Yan Zizhi stretched his waist, and said casually: "I made it up."

Xiang Jiurong: ...

All the 'people' who have left the city have jumped off the cliff one after another.

Like a tragic feast, it finally came to an end.

After a thrilling night, the morning light shone.

The soft sunlight pierced through the mist and hit everyone's faces.

The eyes of those embarrassed little disciples gradually began to clear up.

Where the mountain wind passes by, cocoons are swaying one by one.

It wasn't blown by the wind, but the little disciple couldn't control his fear and screamed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, why am I here, who blindfolded me and tied me up!"

Yan Zizhi didn't change his face, his heart didn't beat, he looked at the 'no eyesight' person, and said tactfully: "Ask your big brother."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom

The 'thief' Lin Jiran had a dark face.

The air around him is twitching, you can see it.

He wanted to hit someone.

You can't say, it's him, it's him.

He is the thief, not only tied you up, but also cut your flesh and spent money!

"It's too difficult to explain in one word, so I won't mention it." Lin Jiran cut off the explanation simply and to the point.

"Don't you all remember what you did last night?" Xiang Jiurong didn't want to give up this good opportunity, so he hurriedly added embellishments: "Last night, you almost committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. It was this young master who successfully saved you from fire and water."

"Later, your elder brother tied you up!"

Several young disciples looked at each other in blank dismay.

'Thief' Lin Jiran: "..."

Xiang Jiurong, a master at dismantling troubles, is triumphant.

The younger disciples shrank their heads, scolding the wrong person.

You look at me and I look at you, everyone hurriedly said: "Thank you, big brother."

The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.

Only Yan Zizhi was bored and walked back alone.

Anyway, the embarrassing thing is that Lin Jiran is not him.

The North City Gate opened quietly just like yesterday, welcoming the uninvited guests.

Seeing that Yan Zizhi walked back first, the others followed closely.

They appeared on Yacheng Long Street again, and everything was just like yesterday.

'People' ran out from their hiding places.

A middle-aged woman diligently handing over water.

Shy girl holding fruit with tears.

There is also the trembling old woman who is about to fall to her knees.

When the 'people' in the city saw them, they were so excited that they spoke incoherently.

It was still the woman who was all dressed in silk and satin yesterday.

"What, what's going on here?" A little disciple exclaimed.

"I understand, this must be a cycle, just like we were outside the city before, these people will refresh endlessly!"

"Isn't it true that we can only go out if we break the game of this city!"

"Then how do we break the situation?"

"Eldest brother must have a solution!"

Several young disciples looked at Lin Jiran together.

After a day of tossing, Lin Jiran was a little tired.

At this time when he didn't know what to say to break the situation, the senior brother chose to maintain his majesty of reticence and meditate.

Although there is no aura in the realm of innocence, it is tantamount to being lonely.

But it's better than being awkward.

The little disciples are very knowledgeable, and one by one, they follow their senior brothers and start to sit for nothing.

Lin Yuan remained as motionless as a mountain, standing in front of the house with distant eyes.

Keep a good distance from everyone in Taiwei.

Those who didn't know thought they were all strangers.

Yan Zizhi couldn't be bothered to watch these righteous people pretending to be aggressive, so he went for a walk alone in the street.

There is no scenery on the long street. All the booths, tables, chairs, and flags will be weathered as long as they are touched, and they will reappear the next day.

Even the little emperor is gone today.

As if knowing that he didn't need help, he disappeared without a trace.

There is only one eternal thing that hangs in the sky forever.

It is the 'stone' that shines with the sun and the moon, the mirror of the world.

A retrospective mirror controls the lifeline of the entire Yashan City.

"The World Tracing Mirror is a divine weapon, and in the whole world, there is someone who can control the divine weapon."

Looking at the entire world of cultivating immortals, if Lin Yuan is the strongest one, it is impossible for others to do it.

Because even Lin Yuan couldn't control the artifact.

In particular, An Jingjing has sealed the artifact here for 300 years.

The system proudly said: [I will never spoil anything for you again! 】

"You don't need to spoil it, I'm not very interested in this."

Anyway, it ended up in his hands.

Yan Zizhi's gaze crossed several long streets and landed on Lin Yuan who was all alone.

The distance was too far away, and he couldn't see the expression on Lin Yuan's face.

But what is certain is that he must still be trying his best to alienate his little disciple.

why?

What exactly did Lin Yuan see in the mirror of the world.

System: [How do you know that he saw something terrible in the retrospective mirror? ! 】

After the system finished speaking, it regretted and closed its small mouth tightly.

Doesn't that mean it's still a spoiler?

Big devil pit!

Yan Zizhi turned his eyes away indifferently, and missed the moment when Lin Yuan sensed this side and turned to look.

The street scene is lively and interesting.

There are immature children, kicking crude bamboo baskets on the side of the street, while singing unintelligible songs.

There are also women who draw water by the well, look at themselves in the mirror in front of clay pots, and pin the lock of hair that fell on their foreheads behind their ears.

These images left behind during his lifetime make everything look peaceful and peaceful.

There is no war, no danger, no bloody battles of soldiers, no displacement of the people.

until night falls.

This time Lin Jiran had already made preparations, and arranged for a few young disciples to fill the well with water early in the morning, and poured himself wet as soon as it got dark, leaving no dry spots on his body.

When it was completely dark, the trumpets sounded one after another, and under the desolate and distant empty city, they finally witnessed that shocking scene once again.

Crowds of people walked towards the cliff.

Even with sadness on his face, he was still firm and decisive.

Over and over again, over and over, night after night, to die.

"We won't stay here forever, right? The city gate can't be opened during the day, and the only way out is to jump off the cliff at night. Are we going to be trapped in this hopeless situation forever?"

Some young disciples were frightened by the scene they saw for the first time. Thinking back that they were one of them, they almost trembled.

Some people covered their mouths tightly, not daring to disturb the outsiders with their screams.

"I'll take you out." After Lin Jiran comforted the young disciples, he looked at Yan Zizhi coldly.

This time, what tricks will he play?

All the people walked towards the gate of the city again with the moonlight, and Lin Jiran and his younger brothers were mixed in the crowd.

Only Yan Zizhi, like strolling in a garden, walked with bare feet without haste.

He was not in a hurry, but Xiang Jiurong was in a hurry: "If you don't hurry up, that damned general will appear again!"

The impression of being pulled out of the bird's tail abruptly is too deep.

Every one hurts to the bone marrow.

Xiang Jiurong felt that Linyuan's cut was more painless in comparison.

Even though Yan Zizhi had demonstrated to him how to kill the demon general last night, the young master suddenly lost confidence in himself.

What if, what if the demon general only accepts Yan Zizhi's branches?

"I was just waiting for him." Yan Zizhi's smooth and white ankles stopped less than ten feet away from the city gate.

The author has something to say:

Xiang Jiurong: Woohoo, this young master wants to choose the painless one.