Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

The two hills outside Zhanzhou City have been completely torn away by the hurricane, and the yellow soil in the sky has been rolled into the vortex, adding a touch of color.

Now, in the hurricane, there is only fire and dust, oh! And the unlucky guys in the two vortices.

Now the clothes are gone, only a piece of cover is left, and the person is no longer alive or dead.

This hurricane did not leave after completely destroying the hillside, but stayed in place for a long time, with no signs of dissipation or continued spread, just hovering in this weird way.

Time passed quietly, and when the night fell, the originally quiet night sky suddenly became turbulent.

Dark clouds suddenly covered the sky above the hurricane, and a large area of ​​black was still increasing.

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, as if it was very angry.

The surroundings were extremely dull, even though the hurricane was spinning wildly, it always gave people a feeling of dead silence.

Thunderbolt!

After a thunderbolt as thick as a bowl suddenly struck the direction of Zhanzhou City, the hurricane suddenly moved. It no longer moved forward, but instead swept towards the direction of Zhanzhou City with great momentum...

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Swoosh!

A shuttle landed outside Zhanzhou City in a rapid dive, almost scaring the gatekeepers out of their wits.

After they were still in shock, the palace guards surrounded them with ugly faces.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous in Zhanzhou Prefecture!"

"Come down quickly."

The little girl pulled down the joystick and jumped down in high spirits. Immediately, two monks came up to arrest her.

Who knew that before the two of them made a move, the little girl made a move first. She waved her hand, and the two of them knelt down in front of such a half-grown girl.

A bronze token appeared in his palm. The token was simply engraved with the words "Spiritual Realm". Anyone who was born as a monk in the court could recognize this fifth-floor token.

The fifth floor token has always been held only by the owner of the building. Since the little girl can take out this thing, the identity of the old man sitting on the shuttle is almost obvious.

Even if it is not the owner of Lingjing Building, it is probably the deputy owner.

Not to mention them, even if Zhao Yulin is here, he still has to kneel.

So, the group of palace guards who were originally aggressive knelt down in the blink of an eye.

The little girl was shaking the token happily, and an old hand reached out unceremoniously and took the token back immediately.

"I said I couldn't find it for a while, it turns out that you have secretly taken it for me a long time ago. Did you also borrow the shuttle with this token?"

The old man put the token back into his sleeve with a dark face and muttered.

Originally thought that the group of guys under the Chongming building car cannon were unreliable, it turned out that the real unreliable one was his own little apprentice. I think that he was able to get the shuttle by borrowing it with his own token.

The little girl secretly stuck out her tongue and quickly stood aside and kept silent, trying to get away with it.

The old man was extremely troubled when he saw her like this. He only had this one disciple, and he couldn't scold or beat her. What else could he do?

He could only not look at her immediately, and then he looked at the palace guards and spoke.

"Get up! I am Ling Wuce, the deputy building owner of Lingjing. I will go to find Zhao Yulin myself. You all have your original duties and don't need to follow me."

After he spoke, everyone stood up carefully.

They couldn't afford to be careless! Although this building owner Ling was only a deputy, for those of them who were mixed in the court, it was also a top existence.

"Nan Sheng, let's go."

Ling Wuce waved to the little girl, and then walked towards the city with his hands behind his back.

Nan Sheng stuck out her tongue and hurriedly followed.

But just as they stepped into the city gate, the two of them stopped at the same time and looked up at each other's heads.

A strange feeling came to him.

The Death Star appeared!

In Ling Wuce's eyes, the Death Star on Nan Sheng's head was just a grain of light.

But in Nan Sheng's eyes, the Death Star on his master's head was as big as a bucket and shining.

Hmm! It made the chicken-skinned and white-haired face full of red light.

Ling Wuce looked strange, and quickly condensed a water mirror. When he saw the red light on his head, he couldn't help but pause.

"I think you have a blood disaster!"

Nan Sheng said beside him in a mysterious manner.

Ling Wuce's face immediately darkened. Isn't this what he always said to others!

After a little thought, he suddenly turned back to the city gate. As soon as he stepped out, he heard Nan Sheng shouting.

"Master, it's gone, your Death Star is gone."

But as he stepped in again, Nan Sheng quickly changed his words.

"Master, it's on, it's on."

This is quite interesting. Could it be that someone in this city could threaten me?

I am a Transcendent Realm expert after all. Even if there are Transcendent Realm cultivators in Zhanzhou City, it is impossible for them to light up their Death Omen Star.

With full of doubts, the two could only continue to move forward. At nightfall, there were still many people in the city. After walking all the way, Ling Wuce's eyes were already full of red.

Almost every citizen has a Death Omen Star shining above their heads. Fortunately, it is not very bright, at most a minor disaster.

But if the citizens of a city light up the Death Omen Star at the same time, that would be unusual. Could something happen to Zhanzhou City?

This could be a big deal or a small deal. The Death Omen Star can only roughly judge good or bad luck, but it is not necessarily completely sure of good or bad luck. It should be known that everything is not constant and sometimes changes will occur.

If it is not handled well, it is not unheard of for the Death Star to suddenly change from the light of a grain of rice to the light of a bright moon.

"Go to that boy Zhao Yunlin first."

After Ling Wuce spoke in a muffled voice, he couldn't help but walk faster and took Nan Sheng all the way to the government office...

After Zhao Yulin released the messenger bird, he still didn't get a reply all day long. According to the rules of the Guards Department, if he didn't need the messenger bird to reply, he would probably have to come in person from the building.

After waiting for a long time, it was only at the beginning of night that I heard the sound of people coming from outside.

He was walking out happily, but when he saw the visitor, his expression suddenly turned sad.

Why aren't people from my own building coming?

How could this living ancestor come?

Not only did he know Ling Wuce, but he was also quite familiar with him. Before he was sent out to guard, he was running errands with the commander. Meeting these landlords was basically a common thing on weekdays.

He was not impressed by most of the posters, but he was most impressed by this one.

This is an awesome man who calls the commander by name when he is in a bad mood. You can imagine how difficult he is to deal with.

When Ling Wuce saw Zhao Yulin's wrinkled face, his face immediately darkened, and he raised his eyes and spoke.

"Hey, Zhao Yulin, you won't want to see me anymore after you get promoted, right?"

You see, in this effort to squeeze people, who dares not to see him? A small town guard can't even reach him, okay?

But he just can run against you.

This was what he was thinking in his heart, but Zhao Yunlin didn't dare to express it, so he quickly put on a smiling face and came forward.

"How is it possible? In the past two years when I was out on business, I have always been thinking about Mr. Ling. It's just that I haven't seen him for so long that I didn't realize it all at once."

After hearing this, Ling Wuce smacked his lips and shook his head for a while.

"You have the nerve to say that you have been working on a job for two years, but you still haven't improved at all in your ability to flatter people. If one day you can't survive under the car gunner, come over to Lingjing Tower to hang out with me."

Zhao Yulin was embarrassed for a while. He couldn't reply like this. If he really agreed, the shameless old man would really go to the commander to pry him away. Then the commander would have to come and give him a slap.

"There's no sense of humor at all. It's boring."

Ling Wuce glanced at the silent Zhao Yulin and curled his lips.

The three of them went all the way to the inner house, and after sitting down one by one, Ling Wuce asked in detail what happened.

After about half a cup of tea, Zhao Yulin sighed helplessly.

"That's the thing. This person is extremely weird and has many tricks. If there is chaos in Zhanzhou City, the commander will not take my skin off."

Dragon blood stone? Ling Wuce didn't expect that Han Yu still had such a thing on hand. It had been almost a hundred years since the last dragon blood stone was born!

No wonder Zhao Yulin is so frightened. This thing can really make most monks who are looking for God's Great Perfection take risks.

"Don't you want to make plans on your own?"

Ling Wuce glanced at him sideways and joked.

Zhao Yulin was honest and smiled awkwardly before speaking.

"I've thought about it, but I'm afraid of being beaten to death by my elders."

Ling Wuce nodded with satisfaction. It was a good thing to be afraid. If everyone was as careless as the group of sect monks in the monk world, the world would be in chaos sooner or later.

The court has been laid out for many years, and monks have always been selected first from the military. Even the seedlings selected by the people are baptized by the military before entering the monks' hall. Naturally, they do not want to train a lot of unscrupulous monks.

Order and rules!

This is what the court wants.

"Let's go! I'm somewhat interested in the two evil cultivators you mentioned."

The eldest disciple of Burying Flower Valley and the eldest disciple of Hehuan Sect are not small fish, but Zhao Yulin has taken the credit for it.

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Zhanzhou City Prison.

As soon as the group of people entered the door, Nan Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What a weird scene this is.

There was a man with a feminine appearance tied to the torture rack, covered in bloodstains, but his face was unconcerned. In front of him, it was clear that a monk was whipping him with a whip, and he was still yawning. Looking at this, I am afraid he will fall asleep soon. .

That’s all!

In the stainless steel cell on the other side, a great monk with a head as swollen as a pig's head was beating his face repeatedly with one hand, shouting while beating.

"Don't fight, don't fight."

Not only her, even though Ling Wuce had read countless people, he had never seen these two kinds of weirdos.

But as I looked at it, I felt something was wrong.

The man who was tied to the torture rack was, to put it mildly, a dark cloud over his head, and a death star was shining brightly in the dark clouds. He must be in bad luck.

But there was something interesting about this great monk. In his gray eyes, this was not an evil cultivator from the Flower Burial Valley. He was clearly an accomplished monk.

A light of merit enveloped not only his whole body, but also the death omen star on his head.

"Aren't you just seizing the good guys and taking credit? When your Che Can Pao was in charge of the army, he hated these underhanded tactics the most. If you let him know, your legs will be broken by him before you die."

Ling Wuce raised his eyes and gave Zhao Yulin a strange look before speaking.

Zhao Yulin shouted that he was wronged, and after saying that, he shouted at Yankong.

"Yankong, please stop beating yourself up and tell me who you are?"

After the words fell, Yankong finally stopped squeezing his hand for a day, and he cast a grateful look at Zhao Yulin.

"My name is Yankong, the great disciple of Burying Flower Valley."