In Wushi City, the lanterns were lit for the first time.
Although the sun had just set and a bright moon was shining brightly in the sky, Wushi City did not look at all secluded at this moment.
The disciples of Huxiao Hall took the seals to the street one after another, and posted seals from house to house, sending the fellow villagers off on their way.
At the city gate, there was even more traffic. Whether they were old, young, women, children, or young girls or strong men, they were all carrying their luggage and hurried toward the south.
The news has spread that Anguo's monster army is rushing towards Wushi City. If they want to survive, they can only go south.
The Flying Crow City is ready to receive everyone, so everyone must quickly pack up and hit the road.
There are also those old people who can't leave their homeland, and idiots who are reluctant to leave their family business. They are unwilling to go on the road. The disciples of Hu Xiaotang persuaded them several times, then they gave up and ran to the next family.
But these didn't matter to Suche.
Hu Xiaotang has prepared a banquet to entertain guests from far away. Not only Fang Huan, the envoy of Zhao Tianlin from Flying Crow City, but also Taoist Dawu from Qingxu Sect, and even Shi Meng, who has been under semi-house arrest, have arrived. At the banquet, he held his daughter and whispered.
Although there was chaos and chaos, the standard of the feast did not diminish at all.
Su Che was sitting in the uppermost position, next to him were the two guests, Taoist Dawu and Fang Huan.
Shi Meng and Lei Xun sat opposite each other, Zhao Qian, Yao Qin and others sat down one after another, with the disciples of Qingxu Sect sitting on the outside.
"Today's drink can be considered a farewell."
Zhao Qian stood up, raised his wine glass carefully, and considered his words.
"If we have this feast again in the future, I'm afraid it will be in Flying Crow City..."
Su Che coughed and cleared his throat slightly. Zhao Qian immediately stopped talking and looked up at Su Che, wondering what his plans were.
"Let me say a few words."
Suche didn't raise his glass either, but just glanced left and right.
"After today, the leader of Tiger Roar Hall will be taken over by Zhao Tianlin, City Master Zhao. I, someone on my left, will resign from this position."
As soon as these words came to light, the people around him burst into uproar.
By now, everyone knows what kind of thunderous tactics Su Che used to create the current situation.
This inheritance has just been completed, so it is necessary to give it away easily?
Fang Huan only thought that Suche was being polite here and responded quickly.
"No matter what Hall Master Zuo says, my City Master still has to rely on me..."
"I was originally a casual cultivator, and I just did it casually to capture the Tiger Roaring Hall."
Su Che continued according to the words discussed with Beimang Ghost Ancestor.
"To be honest, Anguo's team of demon soldiers will not come."
This sentence was thrown out, causing everyone at the wine table to fall into silence.
not coming?
Everyone saw the way that group of monsters mobilized their troops.
The big demon Buxu led the army, and there were countless monsters returning pills.
Not to mention Wushi City, even Flying Crow City dare not say that they can defeat such an army reliably.
"The elders of Zuo's sect have taken action and wiped out all the monsters. The leader of the group, the goat spirit, has turned into ashes."
An elder from the master’s sect? Turn into ashes?
Everyone here looked at each other, and Zhao Qian even felt his scalp itching.
Don't you call yourself a casual cultivator? This is an elder from the sect who came from nowhere.
"To be honest, Zuo was born in Yuyang Zhengzong, and he is from the Yuyang Mountain lineage of the Middle Earth."
After saying this sentence, a sigh of understanding suddenly sounded from below.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Yuyang Mountain has been doing chivalry and righteousness for so many years in the Middle Earth, and it has long had a golden sign. Not to mention the Seventy-Two Kingdoms and other places close to the Middle Earth, even in the East China Sea and the Northern Wasteland, everyone knows that there is a sign in the Middle Earth. In Yuyang Mountain, the disciples in the sect are eager for justice and are heroic and heroic people who do their duty.
"Now that the demon army is destroyed, right and wrong may not be settled.
"
Su Che said and looked towards Taoist Dawu beside him.
"If the Qingxu Sect cannot take care of these seventy-two countries, I, the Yuyang Zhengzong, would be willing to help."
After saying this, Taoist Dawu immediately felt a little angry.
What do you mean by helping out?
Your Yuyang Mountain has only been in the middle-earth for a few years. At most, there is only a immortal immortal in the sect. We, the Qingxu Sect, are the behemoths with earthly immortals sitting in charge. How do we need your help?
Originally, Taoist Dawu had some thoughts on making friends with Zuo Lengchan, but after these two sentences, he felt a little angry.
Although the Qingxu Sect today is not as good as it was back then, it is not something that can be criticized by just any cat or dog.
"As for now..."
Suche looked up at the sky.
"You guys should be able to feel some differences."
boom.
Boom boom.
Boom boom boom.
The faint sound of drums came from outside the sky, and the shrill sound of horns seemed to open a curtain. The sky above Wushi City was covered by black clouds at some point.
The sound of the drums became clearer and clearer.
Of course, everyone here can hear that it is not the sound of drums at all, but the roar of the Yin thunder tearing through the air and exploding.
Shi Meng slapped the table and shouted in a low voice.
"Little Green Mountain."
Lei Xun stood up from the banquet, walked outside in a few steps, and looked up.
Black clouds have enveloped Wushi City, and crystal snowflakes are falling from the sky. Although the snowflakes were crystal clear, it was pitch black inside, with a little bit of yin energy, covering the human fireworks.
He had seen such a scene once.
That was the day when the eight-armed ghost king attracted thousands of ghosts in Xiaoqingshan and killed all the city lords of Wushi City one by one.
"they……"
For so many years, the ghosts in Xiaoqingshan have only existed symbolically in Wushi City, so much so that Lei Xun even forgot who the original owner of this city was.
Between the four directions of heaven and earth, there is a strong pressure spread out in each direction, and the four powerful auras form a dense network, covering the entire Wushi City.
The streaks of Yin energy appeared in the city, moving slowly.
Once all living beings are entangled by this Yin Qi, their souls will immediately leave their bodies, and their auras will be swallowed up by the Yin Qi.
In just this moment, countless common monks died in the Yin Qi, and their souls also flowed into this large net along with the Yin Qi.
"Four Buxu."
Fang Huan watched Zhou Za's breath flow.
"Xiao Qingshan can be said to be the best."
Shi Meng also cheered up and stood outside the hall looking south.
There is a red aura flowing continuously, and the aura is overwhelming and domineering.
"To the south is the eight-armed ghost king."
Fang Huan nodded and looked to the west. There were five soldiers there, and the sounds of killing continued.
"To the west should be the Ghost King Sao Feng."
The north is dark and dark, while the east is full of thunder and darkness.
Shi Meng and Fang Huan looked at each other, and no one could guess who was on the two sides.
Why do all the ghosts in Xiaoqingshan come out in full force, as if they want to kill all Wushi City?
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