His fingertips were playing with the Baili Pianpian of the vajra, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He coughed lightly and said, "Yes, this young master is Baili Pianpian."
He knocked the vajra in his hand lightly on the table, making a thick and dull sound.
Under the old man's increasingly penetrating gaze, he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I heard that there is an unknown inn hidden in this unknown town in your Zhao country. There is a well in the backyard of the inn. There is no water in the well, only the desert.
The extremely rare red flame quicksand in it, I don’t know if I can let this young master pass by today."
The wind and sand were weeping and complaining on the street, casting a layer of yellow turbidity on the bright blue sky.
It was extremely quiet in the inn.
The old man said nothing for a long time.
The young man was extremely patient, lowering his head and slowly picking at the blue sealing talisman on the vajra.
The old man finally spoke: "The weapon refined by Taoist Immortal Xuecheng is indeed very good. It is one of the three weapons of Penglai Xiandao. The killing power of the sealing blue talisman is enough to kill three people."
A decrepit life.
If the young master tears off this blue talisman and allows the power of the vajra to explode, I am afraid that no monk in the entire city who has practiced the demon sect's skills will be spared."
The demon cultivators in the inn held their breaths involuntarily, their pupils began to fill with a murderous red color, and they stared at the young man.
The old man chuckled, looked at him with a faint gaze, and said with an incomprehensible smile: "But if the young master really scatters the things that the soldiers of the Xian family killed on the land of our country, he can kill all the demon cultivators in the city.
But at the same time, the young master will also face the endless pursuit by countless masters of our Demon Sect."
The old man took off the rag from his shoulder. His attitude remained humble and respectful, and he wiped the remaining water marks on the table for the young man. His tone was as lazy as that of an ordinary old man.
"The vajra can protect you for a while, but it can't do anything to the truly powerful masters in our Demon Sect. If you want to bury your body in a foreign land, you might as well give it a try."
Baili Pianpian's face froze.
The old man's smile became more and more friendly, and his tone was affirmative: "If this thing does not show its power, the young master can indeed go south safely in this desert north, but if this thing is stained with a little blood, Mr. Baili...
But I can’t get out.”
The atmosphere in the inn began to become relaxed again, and the demon cultivator guests all showed sarcastic smiles and their eyes were extremely contemptuous.
Baili Pianpian felt that her face had been slapped hard, and it hurt.
He originally thought that it was extremely rare for him to enter the Penglai Immortal Island, and he even did not hesitate to exchange the most confidential information in the Immortal Alliance. He successfully exchanged it for the Demon-Conquering Vajra that Master Xue Cheng had spent his whole life refining, so that he could live in this desert.
He can move freely and help his father complete his great cause.
But I never thought that the vajra that once frightened all the demons could not scare even an old demon now.
On the other hand, I was so intimidated by this old guy's few words that the vajra in my hand was extremely heavy at this moment.
He was even vaguely worried that what the old man said was true. If the runes were damaged and the demon cultivators were suppressed in this demonic land, he might really be thrown into jail.
"It's great to have friends from far away." The old man put the wine on the table, his smile unchanged: "If you are a sincere guest, I will not dare to show any slights. It is just the way of being a guest. I don't think I need to teach you.
Bar?"
At this moment, Baili Pianpian's face can still see the joy of spring breeze just now.
With a sullen face, he carefully put the vajra into his arms without saying a word.
"Sir... this mission is of great importance. We must bring the head seal in the sea of sand back to the Immortal Alliance. We must not..." A disciple behind him called out in a low voice.
"Shut up!" Baili Pianpian, whose face was swept away, shouted, and his unruly eyes became fierce: "When did I say that I was going to back down from the battle!"
He took a deep breath, and the spicy taste surged through his chest, making his altar boiling hot.
He clenched the wine glass, gritted his teeth and said, "We'll act according to the situation. Let's stay here first."
While people in the inn were looking at Baili Pianpian, he quickly glanced at everyone calmly.
Including the slender figure behind the black gauze curtain.
Obviously, today, their goals are the same.
Baili Pianpian was not surprised that these demon cultivators were able to know this confidential information in advance, because the reason why the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance was able to obtain the information about the head was from the Demon Sect.
It would be strange if there were no demons here.
Thinking of this, Baili Pianpian's mood suddenly became lighter.
Because in this inn, although nine out of ten are demon cultivators, most of them are at the Kaiyuan realm. Occasionally, two or three Kaiyuan peaks can be seen, but it is always difficult to break through Takumi.
The deserted town must have been able to attract these flies to its limit.
The only plan now is to break through the secret of the manhole before attracting the truly terrifying and powerful demons. As for these insects and flies, it is easy to deal with them.
Baili Pianpian made a vague gesture to her subordinates, put down her wine glass, and went upstairs to find a guest room to rest.
"Dingling...Dingling..."
At this moment, the sound of clear bells broke the silence of the ancient yellow sand road.
The harsh sunshine suddenly seemed to be much darker.
Because on the ancient road in the deserted city, a dark horse appeared at some unknown time.
The black horse is completely black, and its eyes are even darker. The eyes are so deep that at first glance they appear so deep and cold, like some monster under the Nine Netherworld.
The blazing heat of the desert during the day creates a somewhat cold atmosphere for no reason.
The black horse was led forward by a middle-aged man. On the horse's back sat a girl who looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.
She was wearing a tattered cloak and short robe, her hood and hair were messed up by the wind and sand, and there were two locks sticking up on the left and right sides.
The girl's complexion is extremely pale, like the frozen snow on the top of a mountain, cold and white. Her big eyes are blurry. She looks like she hasn't slept well for a long time. She has deep blue bags under her eyes and no sparkle in her eyes.
none.
Under the cloak, a pair of white little feet were bare, with a green ring tied to the delicate ankles.
The ethereal tinkling sound on the ancient road just now must have originated from this.
In the inn, the snow lion, who was lying behind the curtain after drinking strong wine, snorted and opened his eyes.
The man holding the horse stopped at the door of the inn. This ordinary-looking middle-aged man looked at Baili Pianpian, his eyes fell on his chest where the vajra was hidden, and then he smiled slightly.
The vajra that the immortal Xuecheng spent his whole life refining will not be broken or damaged by a single look.
However, the human figures reflected on the walls around the inn were separated in an instant, and the shadows of blood were also scattered.
Baili Pianpian's face became extremely pale, and she didn't dare to move while sitting on the chair, because except for him, no one else from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance disciples in the inn was standing still. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777
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