There are only ten days left until the New Year's Eve of the year 5013 in the Bihai Calendar.

As the time approaches, people's mood is as enthusiastic as the lights on both sides of the high-hanging moat. Other villages and tribes around Wushen City, and even some spiritual sects and giants in the spiritual world have stationed in Wushen City to share the annual event with the people in the city.

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Although it was early in the morning, the street was actually a bustling scene with pedestrians rubbing shoulders.

The more people there are, the more chaos there will be. In order to maintain public order, the city lord's palace sent all the city guards to stand guard on every street.

The ground network is also inspected by the whole team on duty, and each team has a fixed inspection schedule every day.

Team 14 was patrolling the streets. The ten people in the team were observing the surroundings vigilantly, except for Jiang Yun.

"Jiang Yun didn't come back last night?" Huo Xiaoyu asked Liu Yiyi suspiciously in a low voice.

"Yeah." Liu Yiyi nodded worriedly.

"I don't know why Uncle Yan suddenly isolated Jiang Yun from the chief judge of the Criminal Department. I asked him and he didn't reply to my message." Huo Xiaoyu said comfortingly.

Yesterday at noon, news suddenly came from the Law Enforcement Department that Jiang Yun and Liu Jing were temporarily placed under house arrest in the dean's office. At the same time, all transmission notes were confiscated, and no one was allowed to approach or inquire.

Liu Yiyi thought on the spot that Jiang Yun's identity as a fugitive had been discovered, so she quickly asked Huo Xiaoyu to contact him for help. Unexpectedly, Yan Xingjue didn't even reply to messages from Huo Xiaoyu, his favorite person.

In this way, Liu Yiyi returned to Tuyunju with great concern.

Xu Tuzi and Lao Liutou were both a little surprised when they heard that Jiang Yun was under house arrest. Fortunately, the two old men acted calmly and first used the transmission talisman to contact them. After finding that the transmission talisman had no effect, they frowned.

Until midnight, Xu Tuzi suddenly comforted Liu Yiyi and said that he had found out Jiang Yun's movements through his friends and there was no need to worry.

Liu Yiyi fell asleep in doubt. When she went out the next morning, she found that Jiang Yun had not come back. She wanted to ask more about her uncle's situation, but she knew that both her uncle and her master were missing.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Huo Xiaoyu comforted her thoughtfully.

"What's going on up front?"

At this moment, Team 14 on duty noticed that everyone was gathering in front of them, as if something terrible had happened.

"Get out of the way, the underground network is handling the case. It is strictly forbidden to gather people to cause trouble." Ren Lan frowned and shouted angrily. He raised his hands and violently swayed his spiritual energy. Many people in the crowd in front unsheathed their swords and hung them above everyone's heads.

Of course, there are now endless masters in Wushen City, so nearly one-third of them can withstand Ren Lan's Taoism.

However, when they saw that it was an underground network, and Ren Lan was a woman, they didn't find any trouble, and just turned around and left the place.

"What's going on?"

Ren Lan and the other ten people were talking as they squeezed into the crowd. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a sign on the street.

The reason why everyone gathered here was because on this notice board, in addition to the underground network and the special talisman paper stamped with the official seal of the city lord's palace, there was also a piece of paper as dark red as blood.

There are a few lines written in cyan font on the paper.

To the south of Martial God City...the great monk from the realm of Kongming is sitting in the cave...

Ren Lan and Du Dechao, who quickly scanned the entire content, shrank their pupils, and then both of them simultaneously burst out with intense blazing gazes.

At the same time.

Deep in the clouds directly above Wushen City, there is a huge island suspended in the air.

Hundreds of kilometers from east to west, the island is extremely vast, even wider than the City of Martial God. Its land is covered with mountains and rivers, with majestic birds and beasts, and tall buildings in the city towering upright like unyielding warriors.

In the sky above it, stars twinkle around it, and the bright, deep and unpredictable islands are viewed like stars.

The entire island is suspended steadily high in the sky with such a shocking weight.

This is Wushen Island.

It is an island built by the God of War five thousand years ago using supreme Taoism. There is a majestic and massive boundless city at the center and highest place on the island.

Its name: Martial God Empty City!

Wushen Kongcheng is the northwest headquarters of the Xuntianjian created by Wushen. The entire northwest Xuntianjian and the ground network are under the jurisdiction of the Xuntianjian Tianlou in this city.

Those who can come to this island must be at the minimum Golden Core stage.

And those who can build ordinary cities around the Martial God Kongcheng are only a few big families with great cultivation. For example, the family headquarters of the Tuoba family, the first body-refining family in the northwest, was built in Tuoba City on this island.

Martial God Empty City, Supervising Heaven Tower.

"The cave in the Kongming period? Haoyue Mountains?" A black-robed monk who was hiding in the darkness quietly listened to the report of his subordinates in front of him, and then opened his eyes.

His voice was like the voice of heaven, giving the subordinates standing in front of him the illusion that the other party was speaking to the Nascent Soul in his body in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was staring directly in the direction of the Haoyue Mountains.

After a moment, his voice sounded again.

"It's an old friend, but it's a pity..." The black-robed monk closed his eyes again, calm and calm, "There is a special formation at the entrance to the ruins, and no one above the Nascent Soul stage can enter."

The subordinates did not find it strange when they heard this, as if they had already known that the adult in front of them could survey such a long distance at will.

"Snow Lotus has been working secretly for so long, but she didn't expect to be discovered by a few Foundation Establishment Realm casual cultivators." His subordinates smiled and said, "We are unexpected this time, and we will definitely be able to give Snow Lotus a surprise."

As Snow Lotus's old rival, everyone in the Tianxian Prison is very interested in destroying Snow Lotus's good deeds.

The black-robed monk smiled and looked down at the seat. In the next moment, the scene covering hundreds of kilometers of the Martial God City was in full view.

"Fu Ling Men Court has already spread this news, and experts from all sides will soon join in the fun." The black-robed monk withdrew his gaze, not surprised or angry that the news was leaked from Fuling Men Court.

"According to the interrogation content, other members of the suspect team knew the news, and they probably sold it to Fuling Menting." The subordinate analyzed, "Of course, the suspicion of rats inside cannot be ruled out."

Xuntianjian, Snow Lotus, Fulingmen Courtyard.

The three parties have spies hiding in each other. This is a fact that everyone knows.

The black-robed monk pondered for a moment.

"Order, the empty city goes to the five infant spirit realms to maintain order."

"Martial God City inspects the Heavenly Supervisor and the Earth Network. All monks from the Foundation Establishment Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm go there voluntarily. Those below the Foundation Establishment Realm are not allowed to go to die. The few people from the Infant Spirit Realm who are stationed in the city do not need to go."

"Yes." His subordinates took the order and left quickly.

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Wushen City Jiantian Tower.

Yan Xingjue stood quietly in front of a middle-aged man with red eyebrows. The man in front of him was named Yan Xinghuai. He was the deacon of the Sky Patrol of Wushen City, second only to the owner of the Sky Tower.

All the affairs of the sixteen branches of the Ditingyuan and one main courtyard in Wushen City are under his jurisdiction.

Yan Xinghuai frowned and held the transmission talisman in his hand tightly, and cursed angrily, "Humph, a bunch of clowns in Fulingmen Court, how dare you be so arrogant? Want to fish in troubled waters? Are you worthy of it?"

Yan Xingjue smiled bitterly in his heart.

In order to maintain confidentiality, he also put Jiang Yun and Liu Jing under house arrest. Unexpectedly, Ma Hang's associates turned around and sold the information to Fuling Menting.

There is also something wrong with Fuling Menting's brain. He did not keep such a big good thing to himself, but directly showed it to the whole city.

Although he understood that Fuling Menting wanted to confuse the situation because he was not as powerful as Snow Lotus, Yan Xingjue still couldn't help cursing in his heart.

It's like you get a piece of pie, and then you hide it tightly. At most, one or two people will pop up to share a small portion. You still have a chance to kill the opponent and eat the whole piece of pie.

As a result, the man felt that it was not safe for him to get this big piece of cake, so he invited more than ten people to share the cake. He had no choice but to share it equally with them.

The mute eats Coptis chinensis.

"According to the orders above, everyone from the Foundation Establishment Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm can go there. Five Infant Spirit Realm people have already gone over to confront Snow Lotus. There are quite a few people sharing this cake!"

Yan Xinghuai put away the transmission talisman and said it was a lie to say he was not greedy, but it reminded him that he could not enter the Infant Spirit Realm.

Since it was said above, Yan Xinghuai naturally believed it.

"Go ahead."

Seeing Yan Xinghuai waving, Yan Xingjue respectfully clasped his fists and stepped back.

Rushing all the way to Ditingyuan in Jingyu District, Yan Xingjue rushed into the dean's office without saying a word.

In the dean's room, Jiang Yun and Liu Jing sat cross-legged and practiced quietly. On the edge of the table, a wooden puppet swung its legs, observing the two of them with interest.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time." Yan Xingjue lifted the restriction with a wave of his hand.

"Dean." The two of them saluted respectfully.

Yan Xingjue sincerely explained the current situation to the two of them, including what Fuling Menting was doing.

After saying that, he finally laughed at himself and said, "I was originally worried that you two might leak the news, but I didn't expect Fuling Menting's fishing in troubled waters to catch me off guard."

"Then what happens next in Martial God City..." Liu Jing said her suspicions without thinking.

"Well, not just in Martial God City..."

Yan Xingjue raised his head with an awkward gaze, "There will be people from various sects around Martial God City, wealthy families in the spiritual world, and even other cities who heard the news. People from Xuntianjian, Diwang, Snow Lotus, Blood Blade, Fuling Menting, Tuoba Family

,Dugu family..."

As he spoke, people everywhere and in every corner got the news.

Valkyrie Island.

A large number of practitioners in the Martial God's Sky City flew out of the city under the leadership of five sky patrol masters wearing white clothes and headed straight to the south.

The Tuoba family is the best family in the northwest, the Dugu family is the best family in swordsmanship, and the Zhuge family is the best family in formation.
To be continued...