"You really don't want to bow?"

Taoist Chiyang stared.

For this boy, he stayed here for seven full days. What a dangerous seven days it was?

"No thanks."

"good!"

Taoist Chiyang stamped his feet, and a large ray of light flooded the entire restaurant. Only a few exclamations of surprise were heard, and the two of them disappeared on the spot:

"That's not up to you!"

Wow!

The next moment, the two of them were at the top of the cloud.

Chiyang Taoist was about to make a few jokes when he suddenly heard a dragon roar far away in the east.

"This is?"

Old Taoist Chiyang's heart skipped a beat and he quickly called up the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals. Before he could ask, a voice came quickly:

"Uncle, the Dragon King of Hanhai and Taoist Xuandan fought in the air, and they seemed to be angry..."

"Is this old dragon crazy?!"

Chiyang Taoist was shocked.

How dare you take action in front of Mount Wanshi for the sake of an ineffective scoundrel among more than 8,000 descendants?

Are you really not afraid that Taoist Xuantian will kill him?!

"That's not right. This old loach is so bold. Could it be that..."

As soon as his thoughts changed, Taoist Chiyang couldn't help but take a breath:

"No..."

"Uncle, Master wants you to go..."

It seems that there are still sounds in the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals. Chiyang Taoist has already taken the road and left. The rainbow light disappeared into the void and returned to the Golden Palace of the Sun.

"No! Let the old immortal in your family do the work of sending you to death! That's..."

…

…

Phew~

The night is dark without moon and the wind is high...

In Xiabei City, somewhere in a small courtyard overgrown with weeds, there was a sudden "click" sound, and a stone slab was pushed open.

A woman with disheveled hair crawled out from the ground. In the night, her pale face looked like a ghost, which made several mice squeak in fear.

"Father, brother..."

He raised his head blankly and looked at the manor above the city, which seemed to cover the moon. Fang Xingyun's tears fell silently.

"Why? Why..."

She clung to the ground, trembling all over.

That night, arrows fell like rain, and the terrifying murderous atmosphere filled the entire city. The three of them, husband and wife, died without any resistance that night.

Reluctance, resentment, fear, anxiety...

Countless emotions surged in her heart, gnawing at her heart like poisonous snakes...

"Nanling, Nanling!"

She gritted her teeth and her eyes were red:

"One day..."

She struggled to get up, took out a tightly wrapped package from the hole, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Fang Xingyun was extremely fast, stalking in the night like a ghost. Not long after, he stopped outside a manor.

But after only a few moments of identification, he entered the manor and stopped outside a small courtyard.

"who?!"

There seemed to be lights on in the courtyard.

"There are more than just two colors on the chessboard..."

Fang Xingyun spoke in extremely obscure and unknown language.

"Huh? You are..."

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

"Um?!"

Fang Xingyun's heart suddenly felt cold:

"No, you are not Yin Lang!"

boom!

Without any hesitation, Fang Xingyun suddenly retreated. She was equipped with the skill of dancing in the air. She would disappear into the night sky after taking one step back.

But in the next moment, her expression suddenly changed.

She felt an invisible but qualitative aura suddenly descend, and the void of heaven and earth, like a clenched hand, wiped out all her resistance and Taoism.

Then, he fell heavily in the yard.

Yang Yu looked at it calmly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

His five senses were already extraordinary than those of ordinary people. Even that night, he was keenly aware of the strangeness in this woman.

The reason why she didn't hold back was just to see who was behind her, but unfortunately...

"you!"

Fang Xingyun raised his head in shock and saw the figure slowly coming out of the shadows. He was startled for a moment, and then seemed to think of something:

"Yes, it's you?"

"There is only one little mouse..."

Yang Yu had no desire to communicate with him. As he thought, every inch of his body was dry and cracked and turned into powder.

Although the Yuan Magnetic Rotation is only one level, its power is no less than that of the Heavenly Will Sword of the 12th level.

"Using the language of the previous life as a code, just for fear that I won't be able to discover it..."

Yang Yu waved his hand, and the small flesh and blood altar in Fang Xingyun's arms fell into his palm.

Buzz!

Based on the last experience, the moment the altar was obtained, Yang Yu's divine will fell into the Cauldron of Gluttony.

In the midst of the burst of red light, Yang Ni's voice was heard muttering to himself:

"In this life, I have tried to be a good person..."
Chapter completed!