The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond.
The battles between cultivators have affected ordinary mortals, and are also known as natural disasters among mortals.
If it were just a battle between two cultivators, their strength would not be high and the harm caused would be limited.
But the serious consequences of a battle between hundreds of cultivators can be imagined.
This is the fundamental reason why the people in Baima City fled.
In troubled times heroes emerge.
Fatty Huang doesn't want to be a hero, he just wants to be a tyrant.
Faced with the chaos in Baima City and the scramble for escape, Fatty Huang, who advocated gathering private soldiers from all the families in Baima City to attack the city gate in the city lord's hall, was calmly twisting a decorative vase in the study at this moment.
The vase rotated 180 degrees, and the two rows of ancient books on the original wall slowly opened from the middle, revealing a dark and deep passage. The old wooden stairs that had been for several years were already covered with moss. The air was not turbid. It was obvious that
This underground passage provides ventilation openings to the ground.
"Go in quickly."
Fatty Huang calmly waved his hand, and the wives, concubines, private soldiers, servants, and slaves from the Huang Mansion filed in holding burning torches.
Wealth and wealth are found in danger.
When most people chose to flee Baima City, Fatty Huang chose to stay. From the spies he arranged in the City Lord's Mansion, he already knew that Yang Bald had given up on Baima City and left with dozens of his confidants who were highly skilled in martial arts.
White Horse City.
Fatty Huang had grand plans, so he decided to take a gamble. If he was lucky enough to survive, then Baima City would fall into his hands. There is no doubt that he, Fatty Huang, would become the next lord of Baima City.
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The richest man in Baima City, the Gu family, left Baima City overnight. Now, except for him, Fatty Huang, who else is qualified to sit on the throne of Baima City City Lord.
Subduing demons and slaying demons is a matter between cultivators. Baima City is full of waste and is waiting for improvement. Fatty Huang can foresee how domineering he will be when he takes the position of the lord of Baima City.
"Hehe." Fatty Huang showed a proud smile, stepped into the stairs of the underground passage, twisted an oval jade stone on the wall of the underground passage, and the two rows of bookshelves in the study slowly closed.
A strange man wearing a black robe covering his whole body was sitting cross-legged in a secret cave ten miles away from Baima City. There was no light, only darkness, and two faint green lights lit up in the darkness.
The weird man in black robe opened his eyes, looked at the piles of white bones in front of him, laughed strangely, and said to himself: "Why are there a group of small fish and shrimps here?"
The red-clothed ghosts are the bait, the cultivators from Piaoxiang Academy are a group of small fish, and the black-robed weirdos are the fishermen holding fishing rods or casting nets.
"No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat."
The weird man in black robes stood up from the dark and damp cave, looked towards the direction of Baima City ten miles away, and said, "It's time to close the net."
Immediately, the black-robed weirdo blended into the dark and damp ground and disappeared without a trace.
When Xie Zhengyang arrived, he encountered a stream of people fleeing in a panic. He stood on a thousand paper cranes in the sky outside Baima City. He did not enter the city immediately. Instead, he used his energy and adjusted his breath to keep himself running all the way.
Tired, cleaned up, and restored to peak condition.
The sky above Baima City is dense with resentment, and thick clouds have formed. These are not dark clouds that God is about to rain, but are real, formed by the resentment of people before they die.
To gather such a huge cloud that never disperses, is it because there are too many dead people in Baima City, or is it because of the overwhelming power of monsters?
There is still a way to resolve the former, but if it is the latter, it is estimated that they, the outer disciples of Piaoxiang Academy, are all here to deliver food. Are those people in front of them all stupid cultivators? Didn't they see the weirdness in Baima City?
Where?
"Brother Li Dao." Xie Zhengyang, who was thinking carefully, suddenly found a Taoist priest in green robes, a boy in gray clothes, and an adult coyote standing in the corner of Baima City. As for the giant eagle, he did not agree with them.
appear together.
Xie Zhengyang lowered the thousand paper cranes and landed three meters away from the green-robed Taoist priest. He stood still and shouted again, "Brother Taoist Li, did you find anything wrong?"
The green-robed Taoist glanced at Xie Zhengyang, clapped his hands, scattered the handful of soil-stained dirt he had just grabbed on the ground, and said: "This man is so generous. He actually arranged all the walls on the four walls of Baima City at the same time.
A blood-soul formation."
"Array?"
Xie Zhengyang's color suddenly changed, his heart was pounding, and he hurriedly asked: "Brother Li Dao, do you know who arranged the blood formation?"
The green-robed Taoist rolled his eyes at Xie Zhengyang and said in a lukewarm tone: "Is it necessary for me, a poor Taoist, to answer you?"
Xie Zhengyang felt a little embarrassed, but still asked shamelessly: "Wan Sheng is stupid, I hope brother Li Dao will generously give it to clear up Wan Sheng's doubts."
"Yellow Spring Ghost Sect."
The green-robed Taoist dropped these four words, turned around and looked around the outside of the city, no longer paying attention to Xie Zhengyang of Piaoxiang Academy, and then made a hand seal and began to calculate.
Xie Zhengyang gasped, and a flash of light flashed through his mind.
This is a conspiracy.
The Huangquan Ghost Sect has always been the sworn enemy of Piaoxiang Academy. There is no doubt that this is a trap set by the Huangquan Ghost Sect. Immediately, Xie Zhengyang was overjoyed. Fortunately, he had always been cautious, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
It seemed that Brother Li Dao was a senior master, at least at the foundation level or above. Following him would be safer. Immediately, Xie Zhengyang gave full play to his cheeky character and stayed three meters away from the green-robed Taoist priest.
The green-robed Taoist grinned and smiled, without exposing Xie Zhengyang's wishful thinking to his face, and began to walk toward the southwest.
Xie Zhengyang calmly kept a distance of about three meters from the green-robed Taoist priest and hurriedly followed him, fearing that he might lose his life if he was not careful.
"ah."
At this time, a tragic scream suddenly came from the city. The sound quickly disappeared. A series of escaping lights quickly rose into the sky in Baima City, and hundreds of figures galloped towards the source of the sound.
The green-robed Taoist stopped slightly, turned around, and hesitated for a moment whether to save or not, but then he remembered that he still had a follower, so he knelt down and said to the boy in gray: "Apprentice, master will test you on his debut.
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The boy in gray clothes blinked, looked at the master who suddenly stopped and squatted down, and said innocently: "What's the problem?"
The green-robed Taoist priest had a serious expression on his face and said: "There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures, 'Buddha will not give up tens of thousands of people because of one person, nor will he give up one person because of tens of millions of people.' How do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"
The boy in gray clothes touched his little head and thought about it carefully. He did not bother about the fact that the master, as a Taoist priest, suddenly asked about Buddhist scriptures. Instead, he answered honestly: "Master, I don't understand."
The Taoist priest in green robe smiled and touched the little head of the boy in gray clothes, and said: "Master, let's put it in simple terms. The people of Baima City are now "tens of millions", and the cultivators of Piaoxiang Academy are "
"Who do you want Master to save?"
The boy in gray looked at the smiling white-robed scholar three meters behind him, then turned his head and said: "This is too insidious. I think it is better to save the people. It would be best if we can save both of them.
But it’s too late.”
The Taoist priest in green robes stood up, thinking about the words of the boy in gray clothes, he smiled, and said to Xie Zhengyang, the scholar in white robes: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, could you please take this poor Taoist disciple to twenty miles due east to have a rest? If there are three poor Taoists,
If he doesn’t return within an hour, please send Pindao’s young apprentice to the Beast Control Sect to find his master wife.”
The white-robed scholar Xie Zhengyang seemed to understand something, and then he bowed deeply and said cautiously: "Senior, you are righteous."
The green-robed Taoist priest waved his hand, sneered, and said: "What's wrong with justice? Pindao has only been doing things he likes in his life, and he is used to being carefree. It turns out that the life and death of your brothers from Piaoxiang Academy has nothing to do with Pindao.
Now that Pindao's disciple has opened his mouth, Pindao will give it a try and go ahead."
The boy in gray clothes seemed to understand something, and regretted what he had just said. If those "tens of millions of people" were people from White Horse City, then the boy in gray clothes would rather keep "one" of his master safe than worry about those tens of millions of people.
life and death.
"The poor way is gone."
The Taoist priest in green robe touched the ground, jumped into the five-foot-high city wall, and disappeared from the sight of the boy in gray in the blink of an eye.
Go ahead to dangers.
In Baima City.
Yang Nichang was hiding in a thatched house in a slum. She held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slowly pulled out a low-grade mahogany sword from ###'s chest. Green smoke was rising from the wound.
This is the "trophy" from the attack on one of the lone cultivators just now.
Yang Nichang suppressed the pain that was heartbreaking and did not let herself make a sound. When she took out the food from her arms and swallowed it, she felt a forced smile on her lips and swallowed it in one gulp.
Immediately, the chest grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cultivator's heart has been warmed by spiritual power for a long time. Even during the Qi training period, the cultivator's heart exceeds that of a hundred mortals.
"It tastes great."
Yang Nichang stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on the corner of her mouth, with an unfinished expression on her face. Then she quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated according to the exercises recorded in "Yin Ming Ghost Jue".
Just the heart of a cultivator in the weapon refining stage has already allowed her to greatly improve her skills. She has touched the peak of the first level of ghost cultivation, and her spiritual body has solidified a lot.
At this time, on the mud floor of the thatched house, a black robe slowly rose up, and a pair of green eyes lit up, staring at Yang Nichang who was meditating. It was the weirdo in black robe.
Yang Nichang quickly opened her eyes alertly, concentrated on guard, hesitated again and again, and finally knelt down on her knees and whispered: "Yang Nichang pays homage to the master."
"Jie Jie."
The weird man in black robe laughed strangely, stretched out his bony and withered palm, and the low-grade magic weapon Taomu Sword that Yang Nichang had thrown aside automatically flew into the hands of the weird man in black robe, and spit out a dark green ghost fire from his mouth and sprayed it on the low-grade magic weapon Taomu Sword.
, the original yellow blade of the peach wood sword was dyed dark green, and then the black-robed weirdo threw the dark green peach wood sword to Yang Nichang.
Yang Nishang caught it and held the hilt of the sword with joy on her face.
The hoarse and deep voice of the black-robed weirdo sounded, "Since you called me Master, I will recognize you as my registered disciple. This 'Flowing Firefly Ghost Sword' can be regarded as a meeting gift given to you by my master. Get up and speak."
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"Thank you, Master." Yang Nichang quickly stood up and quickly practiced the "Flowing Firefly Ghost Sword" in his hand, making it even more skillful and able to use the fingers like an arm.
The weird man in black robe took out ten round beads as black as ink and the size of pigeon eggs from his black robe, handed them to Yang Nichang and said, "These are Yin evil beads. They are enough for monks in the Qi refining stage in critical moments."
Yang Nishang carefully took the Yinsha Pearl and kept it carefully.
The figure of the weird man in black robe gradually disappeared into the ground, and he said his last words, "Jie Jie, a cat is catching a mouse, which one is the cat? Which one is the mouse? Go ahead, my master will guide you secretly."
"Thank you, Master."
Yang Nichang kowtowed once more to the figure of the black-robed weirdo who gradually disappeared into the ground.