The lockdown of Xinjiang City is finally over.

A large group of cult remnants were found.

An elderly lame man limped out of the city gate and disappeared into the wilderness.

Looking at the city where only outlines were left in the distance, the cripple slowly stood up straight: "Zangcheng..."

"I, Zongren, will be back."

"Qiu Xiaoxiao..."

When Zong Ren mentioned this name, a sharp flashed in his eyes.

Just in the morning, Qiu Xiaoxiao had already initiated a wanted arrest for him in the Sect of the Gods.

The reason is that the tasks assigned by the Divine Church have not been completed.

Disrespect to God.

"Perhaps, joining the Soul Hunter Organization is also a good choice."

"But this organization is not simple."

"I always feel that this God Cult was defeated by this organization."

Whispered, changed his makeup again, stopped a bus leading to other cities, found a corner by the window and sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

I was still thinking in my mind what exactly existed in the Mo Academy that made the Sect covet.

What is the identity of the Soul Hunter Organization in this operation?

Is it because of the lack of strength or intentional?

Soul Hunting...

Suddenly, Zong Ren opened his eyes.

Is it an awakened object?

Inner courtyard.

The girl who once showed her face at the door.

A smile slowly outlined the corner of his mouth, and the girl's face kept recalling in his mind, keeping it in mind.

Maybe... I haven't completely failed yet.

Soul Hunter Organization, there is no need to go there for the time being.

As long as you master this important piece, you may not be able to turn the tables, or even directly overturn the so-called goddess.

"Driver, please stop, I'm going to get off."

Suddenly spoke.

Zongren stood up, got off the bus, and walked towards Xinjiang again.

...

Zhao Qingyi seemed to have matured much overnight, and she didn't drive the car.

The car keys were treasured by her in a small box.

She had a cold face at this moment, and she seemed to be even more strange.

But the frequency of tasks is more frequent.

Many of the senior cult members who have been recently found in Xinjiang City are from her work and are well-known.

He even made it on the list of killings within the cult.

Compared to Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng's ranking is even higher.

"Have you thought about it?"

The office of the Lord of the Unknown Pavilion.

The elderly pavilion master looked at Zhao Qingyi opposite him, and asked helplessly.

Zhao Qingyi nodded slightly and said nothing.

With a sigh, the Pavilion Master slowly spoke: "Although the demon realm is rich in materials, you can obtain a lot of resources there, and practice quickly, it is too dangerous."

"With your talent, even if you don't go to the demon realm to take risks, you can still stand at a relatively high position in the future."

"So, I hope you think about it again."

The demon realm has always been synonymous with danger.

But again, opportunities and risks coexist.

There are always some people who have a slightly inferior talent or who have been stuck in a bottleneck for a long time and cannot break through, and will choose to enter the demon realm and fight for a future.

If you are lucky, find a few treasure lands, or kill some monsters, accumulate some demon cores and demon crystals, and after you come back, use these resources, you may be able to try further.

Therefore, every year there will always be a large number of people who enter the demon realm with a determined heart of dying.

Most of these people had no rebirth after entering the demon realm.

But similarly, every year, some people will also come out of it and become the real strong man of the human race.

"I'm going."

Zhao Qingyi was a little stubborn, shook her head gently and said.

A sigh again.

The Lord of the Dark Pavilion waved helplessly, took out a document, signed his name below, and handed it over.

"Thanks."

Taking the document, bowed slightly, Zhao Qingyi turned around and left.

Standing at the gate of Xinjiang City.

Zhao Qingyi was a little tranced.

Suddenly I realized that I had just arrived in this city...it was only one month. I still remember that when I first entered the city, I was surrounded by reporters and interviewed.

Pavilion Master Lin stood in the distance, smiling at the corner of his mouth, watching the excitement.

now...

Looking at the corner of the wall in the distance, Zhao Qingyi felt a little lonely.

Things are...people are not.

"It's so unlucky. You can see you, the old lady no matter where you go!"

A resentful voice sounded.

Zhao Qingyi turned around in a daze.

An Xin was standing behind her, holding a document in her hand, muttering.

"Little Dwarf..."

Zhao Qingyi's expression remained unchanged and she said lightly.

"Who are you scolding?"

An Xin was like a little tiger who was furious in an instant. She rushed up with her teeth grinding, and then saw the document in Zhao Qingyi's hand. She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and looked at her own...

"You're going to the demon realm too?"

"You're going to the demon realm too?"

"unlucky!"

"unlucky!"

The two of them spoke tacitly, almost in a sympathetic manner.

"Hmph, if it weren't for poverty, how could I go to the demon realm!"

"Forget it, my surname is Zhao, beg me, I will protect you in the demon realm!"

An Xin raised her chin slightly arrogantly, glanced at the direction where Zhao Qingyi was, and spoke.

Zhao Qingyi looked at Anxin silently and turned around and left.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

"Hey, please beg me, I'm very good!"

"As soon as you ask me, I will protect you."

"After all, you are a good friend of human beings!"

"You can take care of me, it's very boring along the way."

From a distance, Anxin was like a child, surrounding Zhao Qingyi and chatting non-stop.

Although Zhao Qingyi, who was walking in front, opened her face coldly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
To be continued...