This dream was so clear, just like the moment of light sleep, his soul was really caught in some kind of wonderful call.
Balian looked down at the bright red mark on his wrist.
He was not awakened by the ancient and vicissitudes of sound in his dream, but the mark on his wrist suddenly heated up and burned like a brand, emitting a severe pain, waking him up in pain.
The ghost marriage seal flickers continuously, and its color becomes brighter and brighter, as if it is crying blood.
Balian frowned deeply, his palm pressed against the ghost marriage mark, and the hot breath continued to spread from the mark to his palm.
He hasn't entered the inner city yet, and now his situation... seems to be getting more complicated.
The king's head.
What is that?
Why was he summoned by that voice of consciousness?
Fang Geyu, who also bears the ghost marriage mark, will the same thing happen to him tonight.
I stood up and opened the window, the night was still quiet.
Balian looked up at the sparse starry sky, and his mood became heavy because of the weird sound.
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The wind howls in the boundless desert, and under the sun, golden sand is rolled up.
Scavenging vultures were circling in the sky, the sky was filled with yellow sand, the wind was as sharp as a blade, and a few figures of Yu Yu walking alone in the desert could be vaguely seen.
On the border of this desert wasteland, there are defeated and barren border tribes.
A golden sun hung high in the sky, and in the desert border town that had not yet ushered in night, the temperature was so high that the surrounding air was slightly distorted.
On this day, the barren and declining town welcomed many travelers from other places.
The blazing sun shines on the dry land, and the strong wind stirs up yellow sand all over the ground. The red couplets on the old wooden door are torn off, rolling in the wind and sand, and blowing into the distance.
A yellow pole was inserted diagonally on the wooden door, and an unburned hole-in-the-wall lantern swayed at the end of the pole.
This is the only inn in the town.
Compared with the deserted town, there are many travelers of all kinds in the inn.
The old inn was in a state of disrepair, and the floorboards creaked as the guests came and went.
Such a failed inn would naturally not have any private rooms.
The lobby with limited space seemed too noisy and chaotic.
There was only one guest seat in the corner of the inn, with dark curtains drawn around it, and a slim figure could be vaguely seen under the curtain, drinking and drinking.
The curtains were very dark and the corners were tilted, as if they were deliberately avoiding the sun, so that the scenery at this table seemed a bit lonely and deserted, which was incompatible with the atmosphere in the inn.
Not everyone doesn't want to lift the curtain to see what's going on inside.
But when people in the inn saw a streak of wet red splashing on the dark curtain at some point, and a white lion lying drunk under the slender figure, they consciously took care of their own hands and feet.
After all, at times like this, even border towns can occasionally hide dragons.
The atmosphere in the inn is very harmonious. You come and go. Even if you don't know each other, in this crowded world, you can still get to know each other and make friends over wine.
The owner of the inn is an elderly man with gray hair and a slight hunchback.
But no one dared to make trouble again.
Even though he was cleaning tables and pouring wine for guests, his smile was respectful and fawning, and he looked like an older man who was out to make a living.
Because the owner was able to keep such a dilapidated inn in a small town on the border of Zhao State for decades, anyone with any sense would not choose to cause trouble here.
The Zhao Kingdom is different from the other three great powers. The Zhao Kingdom respects martial arts and believes in demons. It was founded outside the four seas and regards the Langya Demon Sect as its national religion.
In the territory of Zhao State, every inch of land is surrounded by dangers. This is not a peaceful country.
Even this seemingly harmonious and pleasant inn became eerily quiet due to the arrival of a group of people.
This group of people were wearing purple robes, with saber-toothed tiger totems printed on their chests, swords hanging from their waists, and a short sword tied in their sleeves. They were the official attire of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is a famous immortal sect force among all the countries in the world.
But at this moment, he appeared on the border of Zhao Kingdom without any cover.
The leader of this group is a young man. Although he looks ordinary, his clothes and attire are subtly different from those of the people behind him. It is obvious that he is a noble man.
The young man ignored the diners in the inn, whose eyes were gradually becoming dangerous and fierce, and found a table by himself. Behind him, there were disciples from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance cleaning the table and stools for him. Then he sat down and ordered two plates of side dishes.
Different from the attitude of the people around him, the owner of the inn still maintained a respectful attitude, greeted everyone with a smile, and entertained them attentively.
Obviously, he didn't want to get involved in this conflict between good and evil.
The group of people from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance seem to be very impressive, but at a glance, they are all the younger generation. Without their elders to guide them, they are just like a group of fresh and delicious little sheep wandering into a dangerous wolf den. middle.
Just because he doesn't take action doesn't mean that no one will show his fangs and claws.
The young man sitting alone seemed to sense the intense hostility in the inn, as well as the ferocious eyes of the group of people around him who were looking at him like wolves.
He laughed, took two bites of the food, wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief, and showed the magnanimity and style of a noble man from a noble family, then he took out a heavy object from his sleeve.
He smiled sideways and glanced at everyone: "You are looking at me like this, maybe you want to have a meal with me. Haha, I am not a narrow-minded person. If you want to come and have a drink, I will definitely do it." welcome."
When people saw the thing in the young man's hand slowly placed on the table, their expressions changed with shock, and their expressions became extremely ugly and solemn.
That is a vajra.
The pestle presses the compass, and snakes are coiled in all directions.
The vajra is wrapped with blue talismans, and the talismans are painted with bright red cinnabar.
The moment the young man's fingers left the vajra, everyone in the inn felt an incomparably heavy pressure.
Even the old boss who went to get the wine couldn't help but change his expression, his turbid eyes fixed on the young man's face.
Seeing that no one dared to move, the young man sneered, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said leisurely: "Penglai Immortal Island, it really lives up to its asceticism."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became increasingly gloomy, ugly, and fearful.
The innkeeper brought the unopened wine to the table, rubbed his index fingers, and his yellow eyes became more and more cloudy. He chuckled, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I don't know which family of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance you are from. Young Master?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "My father's deputy leader of the Immortal Alliance, Baili Gu."
The smile on the old man's face remained unchanged: "It turns out he is Mr. Baili Pianpian."
Baili Pianpian exclaimed: "So sure?"
The old man's eyes were incomprehensible and he glanced at him: "Young Master Baili is joking. Everyone knows that the leader of the Immortal League Valley has two heirs. The elder is named Pianpian, and the younger is named Xianxian. The young master is in his prime. She is so heroic, so naturally she cannot be that immortal lady."
