Chapter 470 Living the day

Chapter 470 Living the day

Barren graves and dry graves.

Bodies with unrecognizable faces were thrown into the ditches of varying depths.

The rotten smell floated far away, but no wild dogs or wild beasts came to eat.

Only the old crow on the tree turned its neck.

The dripping eyes were staring at each other.

"Brother, there seems to be movement."

The monk in black and white robes gently pushed the man next to him with his legs crossed and his face covered with a hood.

The man holding the dog's tail grass in his mouth quickly turned over, rubbed the hay into ash with his fingers, stared ahead with bright eyes, and whispered: "After waiting for so long, I can finally give it up."

"Do you want to do it?"

"It's not too late to take action after he triggers the talisman."

As he spoke, the light of the talisman spread. A man also wearing a black and white robe climbed up from the tunnel: "Do it!"

Three steps followed by two steps, the flying sword is like a sharp arrow.

The person next to him did not hesitate to twist the curse and perform the same formula. The small formation in front of him, which was already a little shaken, suddenly stabilized.

The eagle jumped into the formation, using its flying sword to cut away the incoming curse, and then the yellow talisman in his hand was already attached to the black energy. Then he took out a small bag, and tightened the black air in the bag with a slight movement of his index and middle fingers together.

After tightening the opening of his pocket, the man in black and white robe smiled: "Junior brother, we have made a fortune. This is a fierce ghost in the late stage of Qi training."

"Including this one, we have collected six fierce ghosts in more than a month."

The two of them returned to their base.

Although he didn't go deep into Dongyuan, he still made himself disgraced.

Now that I have gained a lot of money, I plan to exchange it for spiritual stones, then buy talismans, elixirs, repair magical weapons, and rejoin the army hunting evil ghosts.

Originally, the monks from Dongyuan were mixed, but now all the major sects have set up camp and established strongholds.

On the way back.

"I don't know why the sect asked us to search for ghosts."

"With the spirit stone, it doesn't matter if it's a little hard and tiring. Brother, I know some inside information."

The man conveniently hung the ghost storage magic weapon on his waist, and then explained: "I heard that it was because I lost the battle with the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord had this condition."

The man's name is Song Shu, and he is a disciple of Wanfa Sect. The junior brother next to him is also a monk of Wanfa Sect.

"Huh? But it stands to reason that the ancestors of our sect cannot interfere in these matters."

"Junior brother, you don't know something about this. There are several masters involved, so we also have to produce some fierce ghosts. I also heard that the true king prefers sealed demons."

Song Shu heard this news from Brother Zhuji.

"Devil?"

"I remember that the sect seems to have a seal." The junior brother recalled that he seemed to have read about the sect's sealing of the demon from his schoolwork, but he didn't pay attention at that time.

From time to time, monks flew by on clouds on the road, and monks who used Escape Light shuttled through the clouds.

Few people came near them.

Even if there is a feeling of being spied on, there will be no further follow-up after just one glance.

Song Shu and his junior brother did not return to Dongyuan City, not because of anything else, but because it was too far.

It is better to go to the nearest stronghold.

This large stronghold was built by the White Bone Temple.

There are not only monks in the stronghold, there are also many monks from the Zhengdao Sect.

Most of the monks who came and went would stop and prepare the materials in their hands to exchange resources. It has formed a small and medium-sized market, and it is still expanding like a snowball.

Since it is a snowball, of course it is not so regular.

There are shacks and illegally built huts everywhere, and low-level Qi practitioners walking in the mud with their feet walking through them, with talismans used for catching ghosts hanging on their bodies.

A monk passing by came complaining: "The rent has increased again, and the recent ghosts are getting harder and harder to catch. It's better to go mining. At least it's a stable business. It's not like it's all about luck, and it's easy to be forgotten." .”

Song Shu just laughed after hearing this, saying that he said that. In fact, not many idiots would take such complaints seriously. Since mining is a good business, why are they scrambling to climb out of the mine?

If you really want to find a safe job, the standard talisman and magic weapon printing in Dafang City is really stable, but the income is low.

"Senior brother, you haven't said which ancestors participated in the encirclement and suppression of the demon... True Lord."

The junior brother's words pulled Song Shu back from his wandering mind.

With a hint of showing off, Song Shu gave a thumbs up and said proudly: "The first one is the Chunjun ancestor of the first peak, and the Changshui ancestor, not to mention the youngest, beautiful and... Powerful..."

…

The veil covers the body, and the hat is added to the body.

The black robe completely covered his figure.

Use the breath-containing technique to the extreme, and your Qi will not leak out.

Except for the gap between moving and dragging the hat, revealing a pair of rather strange deep purple eyes with a little divine light, which makes people feel extraordinarily magical, the rest looks like ordinary mortals.

Only direct descendants of Yangcheng cannot climb the top floor of Dan Pavilion.

However, today, the man who covered his figure with a bamboo hat walked in on a magic machine.

The arrival was so quiet that no one except a few people knew about it.

As soon as he stepped onto the flat floor on the top floor of Dan Pavilion, the resistance from the formation was like waves of sea water hitting his ankles, one layer after another.

At a glance, there are mysterious talisman carvings and inscriptions all around.

Based on the four poles and twenty-eight constellations, with the surge of spiritual light, the shapes of the stars drawn on the wall seemed to come alive, soaring into the clouds and mists, guarding a huge alchemy cauldron enveloped in crystalline ripples.

The alchemy cauldron is so huge that it is difficult to see the whole thing. Ordinary people standing at a distance would feel like they are facing a huge thing.

"This is..." The man in the hat tilted his head and asked in confusion.

His breath was restrained and his voice was calm.

This place looked like an important place in Yangcheng. The other party did not introduce him to the person he should meet but instead brought him to such a place, which would inevitably make people suspicious.

Zi Shaoqing also had her own doubts and curiosity, but she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she explained to this person: "The top floor of Yangcheng Dan Pavilion can not only mobilize the earth fire but also has powerful formations."

"The True Lord has important matters and it is not appropriate to move around. If you want to see him, you can only come here."

As she spoke, Zi Shaoqing looked at this person. He was wrapped so tightly that she couldn't see anything.

Simply give up the plan of observation.

She didn't know the identity of this person, but he stood out among the many people who asked to meet him, so he probably had some background. Later, when the invitation arrived, it was sent directly to her master.

Master Yueyan had kindly told him to treat this person with great courtesy. Except for the confidential and dangerous places where he was not allowed to set foot, he could move around freely in other places.

If you have any requirements, try to meet them. If you can't meet them, go to him.

Not to mention that the descendants of the great sects do not receive such treatment, even the great master may not receive such preferential treatment from Yangcheng.

"The True Lord hasn't come yet?" The man in the hat asked doubtfully, his voice was calm and calm, but Zi Shaoqing could still hear some unspoken urgency.

Obviously the other party's mood is not as stable as his aura.

In the past two months, many monks have submitted invitations to pay their respects.

The congratulatory gifts that were sent to him were all piled up, including many monks who sent heavy gifts in the hope of meeting the true king, but they were all rejected by Tu Shanjun, and even the congratulatory gifts were returned.

Later, senior brother came forward and blocked Yiying's invitation.

Only the one in front of me stood out from all the monks.

Zi Shaoqing said: "Zhenjun is busy and it is not easy to find time to see you. How can you let Zhenjun wait for you?"

Zi Shaoqing had a crush on Tu Shanjun, but now that there was too much of a gap, she could only keep her feelings deep in her heart without speaking out. Not to mention, maybe I can take it out to remember it late at night. If he said it, it would embarrass the two of them.

The man in the bamboo hat moved his eyes slightly, and the gauze curtain that covered his face seemed to be undulating, and he said in a deep voice: "That's right."

"Just wait patiently."

"When the True Lord wants to see you, he will of course meet you."

After saying that, Zi Shaoqing wisely left the top floor of Dan Pavilion.

One person was left alone.

The man's eyes swept over the formation talismans, and he was excited. There were many talismans left in his storage bag, and they were made by the same person as the ones on the wall, and that person was in Yangcheng.

The man in the bamboo hat looked up, and saw the light beam from nature above the dome shining on the huge alchemy furnace. The reflected light seemed to peel off his bamboo hat, and even the gauze curtain that blocked his face was blurred.

The sun is warm.

It's so lazy that it makes you want to stretch your waist.

Quietness, or the long peace of waiting.

Under this warm light, the man in the hat stood still and did not move or make any other movements.

He just felt that time was so slow.

For Master Jindan, several years have been a medium-sized retreat.

And the moment of snapping the fingers was even shorter.

But, that kind of mood is very, very long.

Days are like years.

Bang.

The crisp sound echoed in the warmth of scattered light and dust.

The cornices and brackets are in rotation.

The magic mechanism makes a small and rhythmic sound.

The man in the hat came back to his senses.

He felt that the light here was warm, perhaps because the ground fire was guided up along the formation inscriptions, which caused the temperature to rise. Or maybe it's because of your own qi and blood rushing that you feel the heat.

Obviously, the agency will not respond to a person's mood, let alone tell him through words.

The agencies are only getting closer.

The sound gradually grew louder.

After a while, a tall figure appeared from the rope lifting platform. It is still the familiar black robe, with the dark top corner rising to the sky, and a rough and inferior headband tying up the wild red hair.

The alchemy furnace is so tall that it stands tall and tall.

The light dust was split into two halves.

The man in the bamboo hat stood on the bright side.

in the dark.

The tall figure was coming.

I don't know if the darkness followed that figure, or if the gray mist lingered because of the black energy in that person. Suddenly, my eyes were blurry, and I couldn't see clearly the tall figure walking towards me.

Closer, closer.

The coercive aura of the visitor has not been completely released, but those Xu Rusi auras have made people understand.

If it were other grandmasters from the Xiaohuang Realm, they would probably be stunned when they saw this one.

This would be even more true if he had experienced the war two months ago.

The man in the hat also seemed stunned.

Trembling slightly.