The sky in Jinzhou City was shrouded in a layer of black clouds, which seemed to be weighing on people's hearts and making them breathless.
"Boom!"
A huge muffled sound broke the silence and spread throughout the city, causing the people in the city to look at each other in confusion, wondering what had happened.
The muffled sound was not thunder, but came from above the city.
"This bloody disaster comes from the Demon Sect."
Zhao Huai stood in front of the window, looking at the scene in the sky, and already understood where the extremely bad fortune in copper coin divination came from.
The demon sects competed for the ancestral weapon, and they all felt that the ancestral weapon was with the Great Yan True Dragon, which was also with them.
The results of the divination have not changed at the moment, which means that he has only escaped the disaster temporarily and the crisis is far from over.
I don't know how Xiangyun is doing, or whether he can save his life under the old devil's hands.
News of the ancestral artifact was released, and the demon sects gathered. When these demon cultivators entered the city, the people were afraid that disaster would happen.
No matter what, you have to find your wife first. Jinzhou is very dangerous now.
Each of the above-mentioned things is what Zhao Huai is worried about now.
"Your Highness, I think we can meet up with Fairy Yueqing first. She has a high level of cultivation and no one in the Demon Sect can be her opponent."
Yin Nanyu looked at Zhao Huai's back and expressed his opinion.
Zhao Huai nodded and said cautiously: "But my current face should not appear for the time being."
Yin Nanyu also recognized it very much.
"Yes, now that the pawnbroker is dead, Your Highness should show another face, so as to avoid being chased by this devil."
Zhao Huai did not hesitate, took out a mask from the storage ring and put it on directly.
It looks like a ferocious ghost with a green face and fangs.
But when Yin Nanyu saw this face, he was stunned on the spot.
Why does this face look so familiar?
correct!
Isn't this the ghost face in white at the top of the capital?
Yin Nanyu still remembers the sword-like figure in white who made a scene in the imperial city that night!
Therefore, Zhao Huai was the variable person that Crow Fairy said that night!
At this moment, Yin Nanyu was shocked.
She never imagined that the Prince Dayan in front of her and the ghost face in white were actually the same person!
Although she was surprised, after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was reasonable.
It's not even an exaggeration to say that this is a good thing.
Because ever since the ghost face in white slashed the imperial city with one sword, Daxia's national fortunes were obviously not as good as before.
In this way, the other party's purpose that night can finally be explained.
The ghost face in white was originally the enemy of Daxia.
It is reasonable to kill the imperial city alone and end the fate of Daxia.
This coincides with my goal.
"What's wrong? Did I scare you?"
Zhao Huai turned around and found that Yin Nanyu was in a daze. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.
"No, I'm just curious why His Highness would choose such a mask."
Yin Nanyu's face remained as usual, and she smiled lightly without revealing any flaws.
Zhao Huai looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, adjusted his collar, slowly put on the ghost mask, and chuckled:
"Isn't it a common thing to make the enemy afraid?"
"That's what His Highness said."
"His Royal Highness is too formal a title and can easily expose you. I'd better call you Young Master."
"yes."
There were so many people coming from the Demon Sect, but there was no response from the Immortal Sect.
This is so wrong.
The people of the Immortal Sect must discover the unusual movements in Jinzhou, otherwise it will be very dangerous for just a few of them to fight against several large demon sects.
Zhao Huai held the jade order given to him by Gu Tianji of Changsheng Taoist Temple and thought to himself.
Before going out, he took one last look at the pitch-black sky and murmured:
"The good Jinzhou City has become like this."
After saying that, Zhao Huai jumped up and left with his sword.
After Yin Nanyu tore up a talisman, a pair of black wings formed behind her, and then she chased after him.
The top of Jinzhou.
Demonic energy surged, and blood spread for thousands of miles.
There are also flowing rivers of blood in the dark sky, constantly surging.
Most people in Jinzhou have closed their doors.
Hiding in the house and shivering.
In the originally lively alleys, there were ghosts and ghosts floating in the alleys, baring their teeth and waving their claws.
Ugly zombies lined the streets, carrying a black sedan and moving forward slowly.
It's like a scene where a hundred ghosts walk at night and corpses are carried in coffins.
A ghastly, miserable voice wailed, and many demons and ghosts were clearing the way in front of them, as if they were endless.
These are all made by demon cultivators, just like slaves and servants.
Many monks with evil intentions will indeed tame some demons and ghosts for themselves to drive and use them as killing tools.
This kind of behavior harms the harmony of heaven and earth, is shameless for the righteous way, and is spurned and hunted by the immortal sect.
Qiu Yueqing stood on a high eaves, holding a sword independently. The radiant spiritual sword became brighter and brighter against the background of the dark sky.
There were already piles of corpses of many demon cultivators under him.
But her cold jade face was still full of solemnity.
The number of powerful demon sects in front of her had exceeded her expectation.
The entire Jinzhou is surrounded by the Demon Sect, and trying to break out is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
But she can't retreat.
Protecting the Great Flame True Dragon is the mission entrusted to her by her master.
The ink-robed scribe sitting on the ghost cloud saw Qiu Yueqing at the top and sneered:
"I didn't expect that there are actually people from the Immortal Sect here. It seems that the Great Flame True Dragon is here. It is absolutely correct."
"The ancestral artifact must be on the body of the Great Yan True Dragon. The news should be correct. That woman looks familiar. Does she want to fight against all of us alone?"
The green poisonous mist gathered into a woman as enchanting as a snake, wearing a poisonous scorpion headdress, dark eye shadow, and a charming smile.
A blood shadow flashed across the sky, and Yang Yuan, the great disciple of the Blood God Sect, was frozen in the void. He looked at the figure holding the sword and said with deep eyes:
"That is Fairy Linglong from Linglong Immortal Palace. This girl is extremely talented. She has the Ice Phoenix Heavenly Spiritual Root that is rare to see in a century. Don't be careless."
"Hmph! Who is an ordinary person who is so talented that he can come here to search for the ancestral artifact?"
A tall man with short hair on the ground said disdainfully.
He is a true disciple of the Qisha Sect. Although he does not have heavenly spiritual roots, he possesses the Qisha True Demon Art to an extraordinary degree. The magic elixir can also manifest true demon phenomena. After practicing to the late stage of the Golden elixir, he feels superior to others.
This time the sect leader announced that whoever can find the ancestral artifact will inherit the mantle of the Qisha Sect.
Many people deeply agree with what the big man said.
As long as it is a demon cultivator who comes here, there is no one who has not touched at least hundreds of human lives on his hands.
A large number of powerful people in the Golden Core Realm who cannot be seen on weekdays gathered here today.
Their goals are the same and they only come for the ancestral artifact.
"Hahaha, fairy, you are the only one today, what do you think you have a chance of winning?"
The tall man with a short head smiled ferociously and said to the air.
"Killing you is easy."
Qiu Yueqing responded calmly.
Faced with the provocation, she took action decisively. She appeared in an instant and raised the icy spirit sword high. The sword's light was extremely piercing.
The sword energy and ice turned into flying rivers, attacking like an overwhelming force.
The face of the short-headed man did not change, and the black energy jumped like magic flames, attached to his fists, and smashed against the frost in the sky.
Thick black mana gathered, and the shadow of a huge black tiger slowly appeared.
The surrounding demon cultivators were watching this scene quietly.
They just hope that the short-haired man can test Fairy Linglong's strength.
No one wants to be the first, so this opportunity was given to him.
Qiu Yueqing's icy magic power was not reserved, and poured out, and the blue frost sword energy made a hole in the void.
In just a moment, the big man with short hair was knocked away.
The opponent rolled back and forth on the ground with such force that it slowly stopped after being knocked over a hundred meters.
Without any time to stop, Qiu Yueqing raised his sword to kill again.
"Hey!"
The ice phoenix spreads its wings and sweeps in with a torrential cold air.
The entire streets and alleys turned into a world of ice and snow.
It's like the cold winter in December.
The big man with a short hair, his mouth full of blood, struggled to stand up and roared angrily.
The magic pill was sacrificed, and the huge black tiger's shadow condensed again.
No one around him wanted to help him, and no one sympathized with him.
Everyone present was looking for the ancestral artifact, and they just felt that the fewer people competing, the better.
Qiu Yueqing looked indifferent, raised his sword to kill, walked and ran, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The majestic ice phoenix soared in the sky, bringing biting cold every time it flew over a certain distance.
The phantom of the black tiger did not last a breath and was broken in the blink of an eye.
"Crack!"
The sound of the magic pill breaking was heard, and the big man's eyes widened, and his whole body turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
He himself could not have imagined that the gap between Jindan and others in the same realm would be so huge.
However, because of his death, the demon cultivators around him saw clearly how strong Qiu Yueqing was.
"Fairy Linglong is very capable, at least above the level of the Sixth Transformation Golden Elixir. Don't worry about it anymore, let's take action together, otherwise no one will be able to get the ancestral weapon."
Yang Yuan of the Blood God Sect spoke to everyone with a cold face.
Then he took the lead to take action, and slowly landed on the ground. A pair of blood wings turned into big hands, magnified countless times.
Green mist filled the air, and the snake and scorpion woman from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect also took action.
This poisonous mist is corrosive, and when touched by the stone road, everything will dissolve and turn into the black color of flowing water.
The light green mist turned into a poisonous scorpion, clicking towards Qiu Yueqing.
Seeing that everyone was taking action, the ink-robed scribe no longer hesitated and commanded the fierce ghosts under him to fly into the sky and roar to kill.
These people are all leaders in the Demon Sect, with notorious reputations. If it weren't for the ancestral weapon, they would definitely not be able to gather here today.
Qiu Yueqing kept a calm look on his face when he saw several people joining forces.
Gathering mana, spiritual energy gathers and turns into a vortex.
A golden elixir rose from his chest, shining as brightly as the sun.
"Hey!"
The ice phoenix shadow became even more solid, and it raised its head to the sky and let out a deafening cry.
A huge frost-blue mana shield is generated on her surface, blocking all incoming attacks.
Make a loud "boom" sound!
The air waves dispersed, and even Qiu Yueqing could not help but retreat slowly, and could only barely hold on to a combined attack from several people.
"You go and find the whereabouts of the ancestral artifact."
As the two sides faced off, Yang Yuan sent a cold message.
The disciples of the Blood God Sect under his command immediately received the order.
A large number of demon cultivators around them dispersed, following the blood treasure spirit rat's guidance to search for clues about the Great Flame True Dragon.
Jinzhou Outer City, Wuyi Lane.
At this time, Zhao Huai came from the inner city to the outer city and witnessed the chaotic scene in the city.
The streets were covered with walking corpses, free black souls were scurrying in the air, and the sky was shrouded in a layer of blood mist.
The monks living in seclusion in the city all rose up to resist the invasion of the Demon Sect.
It's just that the number of people is too small, and it's a drop in the bucket.
When Zhao Huai saw this, his eyes were inevitably moved.
"Sir, the reason why Fairy Yueqing stayed out all night must be to resist the invasion of the Demon Sect, so she must be in great danger there, so it is better to retreat and make plans."
Yin Nanyu's eyes were cold, and he obviously had no feelings for Jinzhou City.
In her eyes, Jinzhou is just a city. If it doesn't work, just change it to another city.
But Zhao Huai is different. This is his home where he has lived for three years.
Eating, sleeping, and practicing are all here, including the ups and downs of life and every bit of my wife's life.
It is absolutely impossible to say that there is no emotion at all.
But to protect Jinzhou and defeat all the demonic cultivators, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
That unfathomable old devil can level this city.
When he thought of the purple-robed old devil, Zhao Huai felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Damn the devil, you are not a gentleman if you don't take revenge!
But he knew very well that he was still no match for the devil.
You must rely on the power of the Immortal Sect to deal with him.
He suppressed his emotions, turned his head, and said in deep thought:
"But how can we break the blockade of this world?"
"Give me half an hour, and I will find a way to solve it." Yin Nanyu said seriously.
"Half an hour."
Zhao Huai muttered, and at the same time, several demonic cultivators appeared in the corner of his eyes, all of them were dressed in blood-colored robes and looked extremely strange.
They broke into the homes of ordinary people and acted recklessly. The men were killed and their blood sucked out, while the women were kept to collect yin and replenish yang.
There was a baby girl crying and sitting on the ground, ignored.
The shopkeeper of the inn had a sad face and was angry but dared not speak. He was slapped on the ground by a demon cultivator. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.
The people fled in all directions, not daring to look back for fear of being targeted by the demonic cultivators.
This is the consequence of monks interfering with the world and not restraining it.
An almost devastating blow.
Completely reduced to hell on earth.
Many demonic monks need mortals to assist them in their practice.
When a demonic cultivator heard the baby's cry, he felt extremely irritable. His red eyes were filled with murderous intent. He stepped on the baby and was about to crush the baby into a pulp.
at this time.
"Chi!"
A flash of sword light rushed up!
The demon cultivator's head was immediately separated, blood was spilled, and his body was weak and fell.
The crying baby was caught by a man in white.
Zhao Huai stood proudly with his sword in hand, his expression extremely indifferent.
"Oh, here comes another monk who is not afraid of death."
"Kill him! Stop talking nonsense, the mission is important!"
"Come together!"
Several demon cultivators discussed a few words and then came to attack with weapons in hand. Their cultivation levels were all at the foundation-building level.
Zhao Huai wears a bamboo hat on his head, his face is as calm as water, and the sword eyes under the ghost face are calm.
Hold the sword with one hand, pressing it on the straight hilt.
The slender fingers of the other hand are a little higher in the air.
A seemingly random point turned into countless sword energy.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Several demon cultivators who rushed up were penetrated by the sword energy, their pupils immediately blurred, and they all fell to the ground.
The spilled blood will stick to Zhao Huai's white shirt.
But an invisible sword force flowed through his body, and the tiger's body suddenly shook, and countless blood beads were shattered into misty mist and dispersed.
Zhao Huai had a stern look on his face as he walked step by step on the street, looking at the miserable neighborhood crossings with corpses everywhere.
It can be said that I was extremely angry.
These are the corpses of ordinary people!
His consciousness suddenly spread out, and he discovered that there were countless such things in the whole city.
"Son."
Yin Nanyu, who followed, looked at the tragedy on both sides of the street, frowned, and hesitated to speak.
She couldn't say that she was used to it, but she had obviously seen such scenes before, so she didn't feel uncomfortable.
"Woo!"
The only sound in the dead air was the sound of a baby crying.
"Take care of her and seize the time to break the formation. I'll buy you some time."
Zhao Huai handed the baby to Yin Nanyu and walked away.
Yin Nanyu took the cloth wrap and glanced at the baby girl in her arms.
When he looked up again, Zhao Huai had disappeared.
The top of Jinzhou.
Dressed in white, he leaned on the fence of the dilapidated building and looked at the scarred Jinzhou City.
Zhao Huai's eyes showed a murderous look.
The whole person's aura surged, and in the next second, it turned into an indestructible gas bomb that penetrated every street.
The speed of light harvests the lives of the demon cultivators below.
Until the scene of rows of corpses carrying coffins appeared in front of them, like an army.
Zhao Huai's right hand on the sword pressed tighter and tighter.
The waves of energy all over his body spread rapidly, and the boundless mana poured into the spiritual sword, but the blazing sword energy that escaped from his body became more and more brilliant like a rainbow.
The next moment reached a climax.
Draw your sword and chop.
Boom——
Even the city was shaken.
The majestic sword energy shot out, and the sword buzzed like a howling cold wind, seeming to tear the sky into pieces.
From a distance, it looks like a scorching sun, shining brightly on the world.
The walking corpse in front of him couldn't stand the erosion of the sword energy, and his whole body couldn't stop being defeated, and was cut into pieces by the sword energy in the sky.
Soon, all the walking corpses on the street were beheaded.
In a distant black sedan half a city away, a wisp of dark wind blew. The black-robed old man was sitting inside, holding the fly whisk in his hand, and said doubtfully.
"Whose sword energy is this, so domineering?"
Not only the black-robed old man, but also on the battlefield in another part of Jinzhou.
All the leaders of the Demon Sect felt something.
"It seems that there is more than one disciple of the Immortal Sect."
"Someone is trying to harm me. If you continue to deal with her, I'll go take a look."
The scholar in Confucian robes preached.
Then Guiyun sat and left here.
Qiu Yueqing watched him leave, but was helpless.
With one against many, she didn't lose, but she couldn't do anything to them.
Outnumbered.
I can only rely on my magic power to hold on.
The ink-robed scribe rode the ghost cloud to the place where the commotion occurred.
I saw blood all over the place.
The corpses of demon cultivators fell in piles.
"He is a swordsman."
The ink-robed scribe murmured.
Before he could react, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy appeared in his consciousness.
Intensifying.
The sound was crisp and bone-chilling.
It was the sound of swords, the sound of swords.
The sky and the earth were like a giant dragon roaring, resounding throughout the world, surrounded by a thick sound that was difficult to eliminate.
The phantoms of sword energy all over the sky were suspended in mid-air, like angry waves.
It was completely a scene of Ten Thousand Swords returning to their clan.
Looking from a distance, a figure appeared in the void.
The momentum reached its peak, and it looked like the sword energy of the entire city was superimposed on Zhao Huai's body.
Under the dark sky, the sword glowed as bright as day.
The spiritual energy that shocked the world poured in and appeared between heaven and earth again.
Not only the scribes in black robes are included in it, but also the magic cultivators from all major streets are included.
"This is!"
The ink-robed scribe was horrified, looking at the terrifying sword energy with eyes in disbelief.
The Demon Sect monks all looked at the majestic sword energy in astonishment and slashed down majestically.
There is no place to hide even if you want to.
A deep fear arose in my heart.
