Late at night.
While countless people were sleeping and unaware, storms suddenly rose over Nanyan City. Stirred by the rich vitality of heaven and earth, an indescribable wave flowed down from the sky and filled every corner of the entire city.
In an instant, a heavy and terrifying force of oppression fell directly, acting on many warriors who were sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth.
In the south of the city, in a courtyard that is not too big.
An old-looking young man woke up from his sleep. While holding his increasingly shortness of breath with one hand, he stretched out his other palm and grasped the weapon beside him.
He stood up suddenly, kicked open the door of the house, came to the yard, looked around, and saw that everything was pitch black and there was nothing unusual, so he instinctively raised his head and looked at the sky shrouded in darkness.
The warrior's instinct told him that there were no real enemies around him. The "source of evil" that caused his current state was that the power came from heaven, from heaven and earth itself.
"what's the situation?"
The mature man's movements did not change, and he kept staring at the sky for a few breaths. His eyes became trance-like, as if he felt that a mighty sacred mountain was descending little by little, suppressing Nanyan City.
At this moment, he was like an insect unable to struggle, waiting for the fate of being crushed to pieces.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
Bright red liquid gushes out of this guy's eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears. They gather at the chin and drip to the ground under the influence of gravity.
The man's whole body tensed up, aware of the danger, his neck bones cracked, and he instinctively wanted to lower his head to save himself.
But, he failed.
Da da da! Da da da!
Suddenly, dense footsteps sounded on the street outside the courtyard, and then disappeared away.
At this time, a hand quietly grasped the man's shoulder, and with a little force, dragged the unable man into the room.
Snapped!
Then, the palm raised up and slapped the man hard on the back of the head.
A somewhat hoarse voice rang:
“Damn, you’re really not afraid of death.
"What? Do you want to die early and let me send the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
The man finally lowered his head smoothly, and with this movement, the indescribable oppressive force in the sky suddenly dissipated, as if it did not exist at all.
He finally escaped the fate of death.
The man was extremely frightened. He took a few deep breaths and then calmed his mind. He wiped it with his palm casually, and it was smooth and warm.
"Father, what is going on?" He turned around and sounded frightened.
However, in the darkness, there was no immediate response.
After a while, the hoarse voice from before slowly sounded out, and his tone was extremely solemn:
"The Talisman soldiers have revived."
"Ah?" The old man asked in confusion.
He can be considered a native of Nanyan City, but he has never seen the Talisman soldiers revived after living for so many years.
"Ha..." In the darkness, the man's father chuckled inexplicably and cursed lightly:
"Don't be surprised. I have seen Fu Bing revive. At that time, your mother was younger than you are now..."
The mature man understood that that happened decades ago... He took a hidden breath, raised his hand to press his somewhat groggy head, and asked for advice:
"Father, how could Fu Bing's resurrection make me like this?"
He paused and emphasized:
"I, I am in the Xiantian Qi realm!"
It was really incomprehensible that just the resuscitation of Fu Bing almost caused him to die.
"Aren't you lucky?"
The hoarse male voice sounded again, but he did not immediately answer the man's previous question. Instead, he sighed and said regretfully:
"Tonight, I'm afraid there will be a lot more unlucky people. It's really pitiful."
After saying this, he said:
"It is said that the Nanyanzhou City Talisman Soldier is made of many ninth-level weird materials, and combined with the earth veins and Talisman Formation, it is a powerful instrument.
"Today, the resurgence of the Talisman Soldier is equivalent to a powerful warrior taking the initiative to release his Qi. If you take the initiative to stare at it, you have actually allowed your own Qi to entangle with it.
"Do you think you can bear that kind of majesty?
"Frog at the bottom of the well, what is the True Qi Realm? I think even Dan Realm warriors may not be able to support this power!
"snort!"
After hearing what his father said, the mature man suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He knew that he had really been on the verge of death. If his father hadn't rescued him in time, he would have died.
"Now go back to sleep, and comfort your wife by the way, don't make a fuss."
"Yes, father."
The mature man agreed in a low voice, took two steps back, exited the house, and came to the yard.
During this process, he deliberately lowered his head, not daring to look at the sky again.
After the old man returned to his hungry warrior, the hoarse voice sounded again in his father's room, becoming suspicious:
"What kind of thing is worthy of using talisman soldiers? The last time believers of the weird evil god caused chaos, it was not like this?"
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To the east of the city is Changshi Mansion.
Qingyuntang.
When Shi Ling was the governor of Nanyan, Song Qingyun sat quietly on the main seat, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his right hand, looking at the two people standing in the hall, and chuckled.
"Yang Qingmu, Evil Tiger, it's so late, why did you come to Chang Shi's Mansion suddenly?"
He said with the warm kiss of an old friend:
"It's just that you came unexpectedly, and the hot tea will have to wait a while!"
Zizzi!
Zizzi!
As soon as the words fell, most things in Qingyun Hall seemed to come alive.
The paintings and calligraphy originally hanging on the wall shook and turned into a spiral drill, clanking into the wall.
The unoccupied chairs swayed and turned into strange-looking wooden figures. They rushed towards the door, swung their arms, raised their fists, and smashed the door hard.
The vase on the table fell to the ground with a clang, lying between Song Qingyun and Yang Qingmu. The dark mouth of the bottle bloomed with intense rays of light.
Under the feet of Yang Qingmu and Wu Hu, the thick carpet cracked instantly, and countless thin lines densely covered it, submerging the soles of their feet.
"Why is that you?"
"Why is that you?"
Faced with these strange phenomena, Yang Qingmu did not move, still maintaining the posture of holding the sword, but his expression became unusually lively and a little more indifferent.
He stared at Song Qingyun nearby:
"How dare you betray Zhou Mu?"
This is something that Yang Qingmu cannot understand. As Zhou Mu's confidants and people who are relatively close to Zhou Mu, he and Song Qingyun know better than ordinary people how powerful that position is.
How stupid to betray such an existence and become an enemy of such a person.
Click, click, click!
The surrounding walls disappeared, the door disappeared, and the roof disappeared, replaced by a very thin and very strong cyan light.
Yang Qingmu's expression did not change:
“The Talisman Soldier has revived, you can’t escape.
"Just go back and admit your mistake with me."
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