long night walk

Chapter 256

His fingertips were playing with the Vajra Pestle, and the corners of his mouth twitched indistinctly. He coughed lightly and said, "Yes, this young master is Baili Pianping."

He gently knocked the vajra in his hand on the table, making a heavy, muffled sound.

Under the eyes of the old man, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I heard that there is an unnamed inn hidden in this unnamed town of your Zhao Kingdom. There is a well in the backyard of the inn, and there is no water in the well, only the desert is hidden. The red flame quicksand that is extremely rare to see, today, I don’t know if I can let this young master pass his eyes.”

The wind and sand were weeping and complaining on the street, casting a layer of yellow turbidity on Yaoyao Qingtian.

It was very quiet in the inn.

The old man did not speak for a long time.

The young man was extremely patient, lowered his head and slowly played with the blue seal rune on the vajra.

The old man finally opened his mouth to speak: "The weapon that Dao Xianxuecheng has refined is definitely not bad, it is one of the three weapons of Penglai Xiandao Town, and the killing power of the blue talisman is enough for three weapons. An old life.

If the young master tore off the blue talisman and let the power of the vajra pestle explode, all the monks who had practiced the magic technique in this entire city would probably not be able to escape the disaster. "

The magic cultivators in the inn held their breaths involuntarily, and their pupils began to fill with a murderous red, staring at the young man.

The old man laughed softly, staring at him with faint eyes, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "But if the son really sprinkles the things killed by the Xianjia soldiers on the territory of my imperial kingdom, he can kill the whole city of demon cultivators. But at the same time, the son will also face the endless pursuit of countless masters of my Demon Sect."

The old man took off the rag on his shoulders, still humble and respectful, wiped the water marks left on the table for the young man, and his tone was as lazy as an ordinary old man.

"The King Kong pestle was able to protect the young master for a while, but he couldn't help the real powerful master in my Demon Sect. If the young master wants to bury his bones in a foreign country, he might as well give it a try."

Baili Pian's face froze.

The old man's smile became more amiable, and his tone was affirmative: "If this thing does not show its power, the son can indeed go south safely in this desert, but if this thing is stained with a little blood, Baili son, you... But I can't get out."

The atmosphere in the inn began to become relaxed again, and those magic cultivators showed mocking and mocking smiles one after another, their eyes extremely contemptuous.

Baili Pian Pian only felt that her face was slapped hard, and it hurt hotly.

He originally thought that he had entered the Penglai Immortal Island very rarely, and he even exchanged the most confidential information in the Immortal Alliance in exchange for the Demon-Slayer King Kong Pestle refined by Mr. Xuecheng's life-long painstaking efforts. There is no obstacle in the middle, and it can also help his father to complete the great cause.

But he never thought that the Vajra pestle, which once frightened the demons, was now unable to frighten even an old old demon.

On the other hand, I was intimidated by the old guy's words, so that the vajra in his hand was extremely heavy at this moment.

He was even faintly worried that as the old man said, if the runes were damaged, if he killed the demon cultivator in this land of demons, he was afraid that he would be imprisoned.

"It's a great pleasure to have a friend from afar." The old man set the wine and his smile remained the same: "If the young master is a sincere guest, the old man will not dare to neglect in the slightest. Bar?"

At this moment, Baili's elegant face can still see the complacent spring breeze just now.

With a dark face, he carefully took the vajra into his arms and said nothing.

"Young Master... This mission is of great importance. Be sure to bring the seal of the head in the sand sea back to the Immortal Alliance, absolutely not..." A disciple and entourage called out in a low voice behind him.

"Shut up!" Baili, who was disgraced, snorted softly, and his reckless eyes became fierce: "When did this young master say that he was going to retreat!"

He took a deep breath, and the spicy taste raged in his chest, making his spiritual platform hot.

He clenched the wine glass and gritted his teeth: "According to the opportunity, stay down and talk about it."

While the people in the inn looked at Baili, he also calmly glanced at everyone.

Including the slender figure behind the black gauze curtain.

Obviously, today, their goals are the same.

Baili Pianpian was not surprised that this group of demon cultivators could know this confidential information in advance, because the reason why Wandao Xianmeng was able to obtain the information about the head was obtained from Mozong.

It would be strange if there were no demons here.

Thinking of this, Baili Pianpin's mood suddenly became relaxed.

Because in this inn, although eighty-nine out of ten are magic cultivators, but most of the realm cultivation bases are Kaiyuan realm, occasionally two or three Kaiyuan peaks can be seen, but it is always difficult to break the sea.

It must be the limit that a barren town can attract these flies.

The only way to do it now is to break the secret of the manhole before attracting the truly terrifying and powerful demons. As for this group of flies, it is easy to solve.

Baili Pianpian made a subtle gesture towards his subordinates, put down the wine glass, and went upstairs to find a guest room to rest.

"Ding bell... ding bell..."

At this moment, the sound of Qingyue's bell broke the quiet Huangsha Ancient Road.

The fierce sunlight suddenly seemed to dim a lot.

Because on the ancient road in the deserted city, at some point, a dark horse appeared.

The whole body of the black horse is dark, and the color of the eyes is even darker. The eyes are so deep that at first glance, they appear so deep and indifferent, like some monsters under the nine seclusions.

The blazing high temperature of the desert in the daytime has created a somewhat cold atmosphere for no reason.

The black horse was led by a middle-aged man, and on the horse's back sat a girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.

She was wearing a tattered cape and short robe, her hood and hair were messed up by the wind and sand, and her left and right sides were curled up in two locks.

The girl's complexion is unusually pale, like the frozen snow on the top of the mountain, cold and white, and her big eyes are blurred. The whole person looks like she hasn't slept well for a long time. none.

Under the cloak, there were a pair of bare white feet, and a pale blue ring was tied to the delicate ankles.

The ethereal jingle on the ancient road just now must have originated from this.

In the inn, the snow lion who was drunk and lying behind the curtain snorted and opened his eyes.

The man holding the horse stopped at the entrance of the inn. This middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance looked at Baili Pianping, his eyes fell on his chest with a vajra, and then he smiled slightly.

Immortal Xuecheng's lifelong painstaking efforts to refine the vajra pestle will not be broken or damaged by a single glance.

However, the silhouettes of people reflected on the walls around the inn were separated from each other in an instant, and the shadows of fresh blood gradually disappeared.

Baili Pian Pian's complexion became extremely pale, and he didn't dare to move when he sat on the chair, because apart from him, no one of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance in the inn was standing stably.

(End of this chapter)