A dark light soared into the sky, reaching thousands of miles high in the sky in an instant.

Five-color radiance spurted out from the Fantian Seal, accompanied by the crisp roar of dragons and phoenixes, the roar of tigers, the roar of turtles, and the roar of unicorns. The Fantian Seal expanded rapidly and turned into a square hill, rising continuously from thousands of miles high in the sky.

It accelerated and smashed down.

With a loud bang, the Sihai's defensive restrictions were smashed into flames, and the pavilions in the shop collapsed. The large formation restrictions were blown to pieces. The fire was everywhere, and large pieces of broken figures were ejected from various buildings.

As soon as the Buddhist formation was pressed inward, a series of muffled sounds were heard, and the sound of 'clicking' continued, and the defensive restrictions of the Sihai were completely shattered.

Several well-dressed men vomited blood and trembled as they walked out of a collapsed pavilion. They looked at Lu Qian and screamed: "Ferocious Monk Fahai, how dare you frame the situation and wantonly slaughter good people?"

Lu Qian smiled. He gently untied his monk's robe and exposed his body in front of the public without any shyness.

They saw that on his tall and burly body, which was about three feet tall, there were hideous wounds running through his entire body. A handful of bright swords, guns, swords and halberds were inserted into the wounds, and there were more than a hundred of them.

Like a hedgehog.

"Everyone, this is the evidence."

"The Qian family colluded with evil spirits in an attempt to destroy the ninth city of Zhenzi, massacre all the good people in the city, extract blood essence, and refine the supreme magic elixir."

"Qian Chongming was the forerunner of the evil spirit. He went to the city lord's palace to see the young monk under an excuse. He escorted him with him and brazenly attacked and killed the young monk. He used evil means to inflict such serious injuries on the young monk."

"Fortunately, the young monk also had some skills and barely survived such an attack."

"The evidence is conclusive, Mr. Qian, it is irrefutable. The young monk is a monk, and monks do not lie. There is absolutely no such thing as frame-up."

Onlookers from all directions were in an uproar.

Such injuries are shocking!

However, there were some real immortals with enough cultivation, sufficient background, and enough courage who claimed to be indifferent to Lu Qian and laughed loudly: "This injury is remarkable. Hehe, these mortals are not even considered immortal soldiers."

How can things..."

Before this man could finish his words, the Fantianyin that had just given the Sihai a heavy blow suddenly flew up, bringing with it a dark light and howling down.

In that compartment, a red flag suddenly flew into the sky, releasing a large fire lotus to block the fantian seal. The true immortal who just made the sarcasm hissed: "Fahai, since you dare to do it, you are still afraid of others..."

The Fantian Seal fell, and the fire lotuses were shattered into pieces. The main body of the banner was lightly crushed by the precious light emitted by the Fantian Seal, and was directly turned into pieces. There was a loud noise, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The real immortal who was mixed in the crowd and ridiculing Lu Qian, along with a few unlucky guys around him who were not sure whether they were involved or not, were all smashed to pieces, and both body and soul were destroyed.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" Lu Qian clasped his hands together, glanced around like a knife, and glanced around.

There was dead silence all around.

The True Immortal who had just been killed by Lu Qian was also well-known in the Ninth City of Zhenzi. He was also the leader of a medium-sized force with nearly a thousand True Immortals under his command. He had been doing some part-time work all year round, such as searching for hidden treasures in the wild mountains and forests of the south.

The act of making money through robbery.

To be able to do such things in the Demon-Suppressing Ridge, this person's cultivation level is very strong, as if he has the cultivation level of a true immortal on the 27th level!

With such a level of cultivation and a top-grade defensive immortal weapon to protect his body, he was actually killed by Fan Tianyin with one strike!

It can be judged from the aura of Lu Qian that his cultivation level is at the tenth level of the True Immortal Realm. He can kill a True Immortal of the twenty-seventh level with one blow... The only possibility is that he is a grade of Fan Tianyin.

The level is too high and the power is too great!

Many onlookers suddenly remembered the news they had gathered in the past two days - the deputy city lord had a giant Buddha behind him, a terrifying existence whose combat power ranked among the best among many Buddhas in Buddhism!

"My Buddha is merciful... As long as you fellow Taoists control your mouths!" Lu Qian said softly: "There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, mediocre people bring it on themselves!"

"This is a warning and thought-provoking quote. Fellow Taoists must always remember it. In this way, you will naturally be blessed with longevity and longevity." Lu Qian smiled at the onlookers around him and flicked a long handle inlaid on his chest with his fingers.

The handle of the knife.

Countless people looked at the soldier like an egg shell, and a large gap was popped out by Lu Qian with a single finger.

Everyone kept their mouths shut and no one said a word.

Damn it!

This long knife was so fragile in Lu Qian's hands. I really don't know how the knife penetrated his body and caused such a "terrible and ferocious" wound!

The great monks from the brigade rushed into the Sihai.

Just like the human face flower of the day, the pavilions were overthrown, and the secret rooms were opened. The fairy crystals, precious medicines, and other valuable objects stored in the ninth city branch of the town of 'Xiuyi Sihaihao',

The great monks dug up and plundered everything.

During this process, some members of the Qian clan also fought back, but they were directly suppressed by the Buddhist formation and killed on the spot.

Three hours later, the entire Sihai was completely razed to the ground, just like the flower of the day, with a human-headed temple neatly stacked in the middle of the ruins. The Qian family members in the ninth city of Zhenzi, and a group of

Ying's confidants were all executed. The other waiters, waiters, servants, and maids were registered and sent to the Criminal Prison Department in the Ninth City of Zhenzi, only to be sold and disposed of in the future.

When Lu Qian killed him in the Ninth City of Zhenzi, Xia Mingdao had already returned to the Demon City.

As the head of the Criminal Prison Department of Suppressing Demon City, and in the 108 towns of Suppressing Demon Ridge, the life, death, honor and disgrace of all the criminal prisoners can be determined by a single thought. In addition, his family is tyrannical and his background is tough, so although Xia Mingdao's own cultivation is lacking,

He has some shortcomings in character, methods, abilities, character and other aspects, but he is very successful in the Demon Suppression City.

Instead of walking on the cloud road, they marched on the street and swaggered through the streets.

Wherever they passed, many officials and soldiers patrolling the city smiled and said hello. Monks walking by the roadside, as long as they had some status, came up to say a few words of greetings. Even those great immortals with extremely strong cultivation and extremely hard backgrounds had people come from them.

Falling down from the sky, he smiled and exchanged greetings with Xia Mingdao about today's weather, the little lady last night and so on.

In the ninth city of Zhenzi, Xia Mingdao's energy and energy, which had been almost drained by Lu Qian, quickly recovered amidst such 'enthusiasm'.

He holds his head high and smiles, or nods in greeting, or smiles in return, or laughs, and makes an appointment with several great immortals when and where to discuss the supreme magic of Longhukanli tonic extraction...

After traveling like this, Xia Mingdao finally returned to the city guard's mansion in Demon Suppression City.

He returned to the prisoner's office, paced back and forth in the lobby and thought for a while. He reached out and touched a hard, shiny ring in his sleeve. He smiled slightly and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a green-colored ring that was pierced from front to back on his chest.

, a transparent wound about the thickness of a mung bean.

"There are no good people in the world. This attack... is too cruel." Xia Mingdao murmured: "My father has taught me since I was a child that in this world, shit is delicious but money is hard to make. This is indeed a wise saying."

"I used to think that by collecting small favors, I could make a lot of money... feelings, it's all small money. If you really want to make big money, you have to suffer a little. Hey, hey, what kind of method does this Fa Hai use? Look at this wound

It’s too scary to go up there.”

Shaking his head, gritting his teeth, hardening his heart, he raised his right hand and made several mural gestures towards his chest. Xia Mingdao finally slapped himself on the heart.

A dark light flashed past.

Several ribs in Xia Mingdao's chest were broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat. He gritted his teeth quickly and held the blood in his mouth without any leakage.

He covered his mouth, staggered, and let out a helpless whine like an abused puppy from his throat. His figure was like the wind, and in a few flashes, he passed through the Criminal Division, the Criminal Division, and the Town Hall.

Mo Si and several other important yamen rushed to the residence of Taoist Sanyang in the backyard.

Sanyang Taoist, as the name suggests, he practices Pure Yang Taoism.

Therefore, his residence in the city guard's mansion is also particularly different from others.

The small courtyard is surrounded by overlapping formations and restrictions. Clouds and smoke are rising, and light and shadow are extinguished. Even an ordinary Bodhisattva-level powerful person cannot see through the reality in the small courtyard.

A chip with a diameter of a hundred miles and as thin as a cicada's wing was suspended 3,600 miles above the small courtyard, and a faint red light could be seen rising.

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly.

The sky-wide red light falls on this chip. In the thin chip, more than a million mysterious restrictions are activated, driving away all impurities in the sunlight, purifying the red light and turning it into a strand of pure golden sunlight as thin as a hair.

It shines straightly into the core of the small courtyard below.

This ray of pure Yang golden light is extremely pure, extremely domineering, and full of almost flawless acquired pure Yang power.

In the middle of the small courtyard, a small pavilion about the size of an acre stands. The pavilion is nine stories high, and the roof of each floor is a crystal mirror that emits a shining light and is about three feet thick.

The array in the small courtyard communicates with the earth's veins and connects the earth's crust, constantly absorbing the immeasurable aura of the earth's veins, and the inspiration of heaven and earth, turning into billowing spiritual clouds that fill the small building. The concentration of the spiritual cloud is so high that it has completely liquefied, and has even turned into a liquid thicker than mercury.

It is a colorful syrup that is thicker and ten thousand times denser.

That thin ray of pure Yang power descended from the sky, and through the blessing of the nine-layer crystal mirror, it ignited the colorful pulp in the pavilion layer by layer, removing the waste and retaining the essence, refining and transforming it.

Often a ball of colorful juice that is hundreds of miles in size, after several hours of refining and transformation, will eventually turn into a fist-sized ball of golden-red crystal. This group of crystal burns fiercely, emitting terrifying high temperature, like a small

The sun makes it impossible to look directly at it.

After the crystal is formed, it passes through the crystal mirror and falls to the first floor of the pavilion.

There is a cloud bed carved by the elites of black jade that is hundreds of millions of years old. The whole body is extremely cold. If ordinary real immortal weapons are touched even slightly, they will be frozen by the terrible cold air and become ice shards flying everywhere.

Taoist Sanyang sat cross-legged on the cloud couch. Every time a group of crystal stones fell, he would open his mouth and swallow it. The mana in his body would increase by a tiny amount, and his aura would fluctuate slightly.

The pure Yang power contained in this group of crystal stones, if it breaks out in the outside world, is enough to destroy a plain thousands of miles in size in an instant. But after being swallowed by Sanyang Taoist, it is like a long-legged mosquito, moving lightly.

Using a tentacle to lightly touch a large lake will have such a minimal impact.

While absorbing this extremely pure power of pure Yang, Sanyang Taoist also absorbed the extremely cold air emanating from the cloud couch into his body.

A trace of terrifying chill mixed with the pure Yang aura in his body, rubbing and devouring each other, confirming each other bit by bit.

Countless divine patterns emitting terrifying heat circled and rolled around Taoist Sanyang. Occasionally, a silver-blue cold Dao pattern flashed past.

Taoist Sanyang tried every means to capture this fleeting Tao mark, but he could never succeed.

'Ding'!

At the entrance of the small courtyard, Xia Mingdao activated a talisman given by Taoist Sanyang, and the sound of a jade chime immediately woke up Taoist Sanyang.
To be continued...