Qin Shan followed the people in front of him down Tongtian Road, registered his name next to Jiangtiantai, left Xiling, and headed towards Huangzhou. On the way, he saw no one around him, so he blew the bone whistle according to Zhan Changfeng's instructions.
, an eagle appeared in the sky, and soon swooped down, tilting its head to look at him, followed by two figures, both wearing black masks and holding long swords, as cold as if they were carved out of the same mold.
One of them clasped his fists and said, "Who are you, sir?"
"I guess you are the Xuanwu Guards, I'm here on your behalf." Qin Shan showed the seal given by Zhan Changfeng.
The two Xuanwu guards recognized each other at a glance and asked, "What does the master want to say?"
Qin Shan then showed Zhan Changfeng's handwriting, "She needs you to arrange for people to enter Zangyun Stream. I have brought twenty tokens. How many people can you send in at most?"
"Nearly fifty pieces have been collected in the past two years. Sir, please come back home with us for the time being."
There are five handwritten letters, which are addressed to the three masters of Xuanwu Wei Palace and Yi Chang respectively. The general idea is to ask them to choose the right person to settle down in Zangyun Stream.
The letter given to the Xuanwu Guards asked them to immediately send the selected innate monks to Zangyun Stream.
These Xiantian monks were selected from the three mansions. Zhan Changfeng had informed them before leaving China, so they were gathered quickly.
Some intelligence collectors, some Red Blood Army generals, and some Xuanwu Guards, as soon as the order came, they took the tokens and dressed up as civilians and headed to the Tiantian Platform.
"There are quite a few people walking on the Tongtian Road today."
The guard next to him rolled his eyes and said, "After the prince revealed the news about Tongtian Road, not many years ago, there were still people who tried to grab the token and wanted to go up there."
"There are more wolves than meat. I heard that Huangzhou is now full of Houtian, and those Jianghu people are eager to break into it. It seems that it is becoming a holy land of martial arts."
"Who says it's not the case? Tsk, maybe more people will take the road to heaven in the future."
The moon gradually sets in the west, and the road to heaven disappears in the morning light.
The Chinese monks had just arrived in Zangyunjian. They were penniless and ignorant. They were inevitably at a loss. Some of them were directed to several inns run by the Chinese monks. Some were not in a hurry and just wandered around casually. However, these people from the Sanfu had already taken their money.
After receiving the map and spirit stones given by Qin Shan, he was an alert person, and quickly adjusted to the state of a monk at Zangyun Stream, and continued to leave the city and rush to Zangyun Stream.
Not far from the city gate, there is a lively tea shed, where about ten people are sitting, drinking herbal tea and eating fruits. There are also many cargo poles beside it, which are vegetable farmers and salesmen entering the city.
A certain big man walked out of the city gate, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He turned around and strode towards the tea shed. He looked at the table in the corner, where a peasant girl wearing a bamboo hat was sitting.
"Girl, it's such a hot day, let's share a table." His voice was filled with excitement.
"sit."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Go to Pearl Island to make a living." Zhan Changfeng lifted the basket at his feet and put it on the table. "It's a pity that there are still a few melons that haven't been sold."
"What a big deal, I bought it." The big man took out a spiritual stone, drank another bowl of tea, and left with the basket. He walked to a quiet place, opened the melon, and took out a storage bag.
Not long after, the peasant girl wearing a bamboo hat also left.
Zhan Changfeng frowned slightly. She had just asked the Red Blood Army Xuanwu Guards to change their route to Pearl Island, and the informant went to Hengdu to help Wu Xiao as originally arranged.
Strangely, they are not in danger.
So where is her Qimen Bureau?
Zhan Changfeng started the game again and determined the direction again, heading north, Qingbai Mountain?
The relationship between Qingbai Village and Shexue did not make her feel dangerous, but it was the Wuxin Dharma Lineage, and she was also registered on the Wuxin Dharma Lineage.
Zhan Changfeng didn't waste any time and rushed north quickly. Before she got close, the smell of blood lingered in the air. She kicked away the grass and saw a corpse lying on its back. It had been dead for two or three hours.
The deeper you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. Broken limbs and broken hands can be seen everywhere. By the time we reach the village, the blood is almost flowing into a river.
She flew through the village quickly, but couldn't find anyone alive! Wuhe, the leader of the militia group she had seen before, died in the middle of the road, still holding a knife in his hand. Fan Zhili, the village leader, was chopped into two pieces on the edge of the field.
Half of the paddy field was soaked with blood. On North Street, Li Baimao's mother, who was a skilled cook, had her throat cut with a sword and fell in the kitchen. Too many people died, as if they had been massacred overnight.
There is no chance to resist.
how so
The God of Zhan Changfeng walked to Qingbai Mountain. This mountain would be filled with loud voices in the early morning. There was only soundless silence, as if someone had covered his mouth and nose, suffocating him.
The dormitory in the back mountain and the small courtyard where the gentlemen live smell like blood!
Mingshan Baifeng Xuanhe Black Iron Yangming, she used her spiritual sense to carefully identify their forms and breaths, and no one was spared!
Where is Mr. Yao Yu?
Zhan Changfeng couldn't find him and ran to the dilapidated hut under the cliff. After a loud fight, the house was destroyed and the Wuxin stone tablet was missing.
She sensed carefully that she suddenly climbed up the cliff, entered the forest, and stopped under a waterfall. After taking a few breaths, she stepped into the waterfall and fell into an empty space. At the same time, a fierce palm slapped her.
Come.
Zhan Changfeng warded it off with his hands, "It's me, Yi Zhan."
She took off her mask.
The person who took out the palm let out a sigh of relief, fell to the ground, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"
"I sensed the crisis of Wuxin's Dharma lineage." Zhan Changfeng frowned deeply, "It's still too late."
Yao Yu's body was very damaged, one leg and one hand were missing, and he was hanging by his breath. He did not expect that the last person he saw would be the person he thought was dead.
But after his death, she was the last Wuxin disciple.
Yao Yu took a few breaths and said, "Come here and I'll tell you."
This place is Yao Yu's Virtual God Realm. He once transformed a grand hall and a Tai Chi Square here, but now there is only a vast expanse of white.
"Is there anyone else?" She "looked" at the huddled children over there.
"You fucking listen to me first!"
Zhan Changfeng squatted down, stopped the bleeding from his wound, and gave him an elixir. However, his foundation was already dead, and the elixir could only help him breathe.
"you say."
Yao Yu could not say anything. Their mission had been completed, and there was no need for future generations to worry. The damage suffered today was both an accident and an unintentional disaster. The opponent was too powerful, so why should the surviving people worry about it.
He lay on the ground and said for a long time, "Live well."
This is definitely not what Zhan Changfeng wants to hear. The teachers in social studies are all her teachers and have helped her embark on the path of spiritual cultivation. If she turns a blind eye, listens and does not hear, she will be a disciple in vain.
"Okay, if I live well, I will live longer than heaven and earth."
Mr. Yao Yu sneered, with blood foaming on his face, "You are so beautiful."
He died with a smile. At the moment when his life stopped, Zhan Changfeng captured his soul, used the soul-searching technique, read all the memories of his life, and saved him with lowered eyes.
Yao Yu's Virtual God Realm completely disappeared, just like him, he no longer exists in the world.
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