Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The scene Yan Feihong mentioned was currently being experienced by Le Xunyuan.

Four contestants lived in the guest pavilion that entertained the contestants. In addition to Le Xunyuan and Qinggongzi, there were also Sui Wutui and Huo Qingyun.

The lover was an acquaintance, and he took the three young heroes to a happy dinner, and then they dispersed after being repeatedly dissuaded by the guests.

It's late at night, people are quiet, and a cold moon hangs over the blue sea in the distance.

Le Xunyuan gently opened the window and listened to the movement outside... After waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all. Even the snowflakes that kept flying in the Beihai Shrine were silent.

He turned his gaze to the busy streets he saw during the day, without lights and lifeless, as if what he saw during the day was just a dream.

"In a world that is like death, are the residents of the royal city really so obedient?"

Le Xunyuan pondered for a moment, then quietly jumped out of the window and ran towards a private house in a corner of the royal city. He did not believe that the royal city with hundreds of thousands of people could be so quiet.

Night, silent.

Road, no one.

Le Xun was far away on the ridge of the roof, like a puff of light smoke, which quickly drifted to the densely populated place seen during the day and climbed into the courtyard wall of a house.

Listening in the dark for a moment, he made sure there was no movement, not even the sound of sleeping breathing.

Le Xunyuan touched the door of the bedroom, reached out and pushed it, and the door opened. He mobilized his true energy, opened his dark eyes and took a look. He saw an old man and a middle-aged couple lying casually on the ground in the room. and a teenage girl.

The four people's eyes were closed, their faces were pale, their limbs were stiff, and they showed no reaction to Le Xunyuan's arrival.

Le Xunyuan squatted down and touched the old man and the middle-aged couple. His fingertips were indeed cold to the bone, and his heart was lifeless.

"Looking at the condition of these people, they must have been dead for a long time. Why do they seem normal during the day?"

Le Xunyuan left this house, climbed into the wall of the next door, and continuously inspected the residences of five royal city residents, all with the same strange scene.

This is a dead city.

However, except for the dead residents, the city lord, princess, prime minister, and Miaomiao, are they alive or dead?

If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won the tiger.

Le Xunyuan secretly made a decision, escaped from the residence, and ran towards the royal palace. If all the people in the royal palace were dead bodies like the common people, then the black hands behind the scenes would be extremely terrifying. If the people in the royal palace were normal, the world-wide fight would definitely be a battle that would attract the attention of the Central Plains. The plot of a group of heroes entering the urn.

Just when Le Xunyuan was about to rush to the palace, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the quiet street, and suddenly he saw a black demon hearse speeding towards him.

Immediately, an extraordinary person with Confucianism and Taoism flew down from the sky.

"Immortals are not immortals, and swords are not swords. They do not admire the names of fish and dragons high in the mountains. Demons are not demons, and Tao is not Tao. There is no need to live and die."

Hi~lulu!

The devil's hearse suddenly stopped, and the black horse raised its head and neighed.

Le Xunyuan lurked in the shadow of the roof to observe, and saw that the man blocking the road was wearing a crown of pearls and jade, carrying a gentleman's jade sword on his back, and holding a jade pendant in his hand, looking like an immortal.

And a rough voice came from the carriage that stopped suddenly: "Oh? It's you, Xianzong Wuming."

The person standing in the way turned out to be Xianzong Wuming, the contestant this time, and he was also the most mysterious person among them. Le Xunyuan only learned of this person’s existence after he came to Lingzhou, Beihai, but in his memory, he had never heard of such a misery. A master of both immortality and Taoism.

Before Xianzong Wuming landed on the carriage, he said calmly: "Haotian, you should know why I came here."

"Hahaha, although we meet again after a long separation, Xianzong Wuming, I can clearly see your purpose of coming."

"Then hand over the true dragon's blood." The person in the carriage turned out to be the city lord Haotian. Le Xunyuan was secretly shocked and hid his figure even lower, for fear of being discovered by the two people below.

"Since the true dragon's blood is owned by me, it belongs to me. The fairyland is nameless. Your request is unwise."

Xianzong Wuming seemed to have been mentally prepared for Haotian's answer. He didn't show any emotion after hearing this. He still said calmly: "You should know that I am the head of the incarnation. I can only erase your existence before I overturn it."

"Really? Then give it a try."

Suddenly, the devil's hearse shook, and a majestic energy rushed towards Xianzong Wuming. This move was so powerful that even Le Xunyuan, who was fifty feet away, felt the pressure.

However, he saw the jade jade in Xianzong Wuming's hand casually waved, and the immortal wind and Dao Qi immediately came out, transforming into male power, absorbing demonic Qi, and instantly breaking Haotian's unique style.

"Your skills seem to have not improved."

"The dual cultivation of immortality is nothing more than this. Next, the combined move of the seven cultivations·Liuhuan Shenyu!"

Haotian was hiding in the devil's hearse, but Le Xunyuan couldn't see his face clearly. However, when the Seventh Cultivator came out, Le Xunyuan was shocked.

It is a well-known story that Emperor Buwu Dong founded the Seven Martial Arts Society and recruited unparalleled masters such as Yi Qixing, Ichirui, and Qi Luosheng to jointly reach the peak of martial arts.

Although Le Xunyuan did not participate in the Apoptosis Ban that year, people in Tiandu often talk about that battle royale game. After all, that game allowed Lord Wu to evacuate the treasures of the Golden Lion Empire, and everyone in Tiandu The treatment also started to improve from that time on.

As soon as the Seventh Cultivation combined move was launched, the huge power shook the world and cracked the earth. The Lingzhou King City in Beihai was instantly enveloped by a strange and strange energy, and a message of peace came from a certain direction in the distance.

Xianzong Wuming put away his carelessness, and moved the jade sword in his hand with great energy, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was full of anger.

"Immortal Dragon Heavenly Sword·One Style·Raging Dragon Soaring!"

The majestic palms were like tides, the mad swords were like dragons, the two sides' unworldly moves collided, and there was a loud bang. Fang Yuan was immediately destroyed, and Le Xunyuan's hiding place was also affected, so he retreated hastily.

Looking at the center of the battlefield, the devil's hearse was pierced by Xianzong Wuming's sword. A person in the car flew up and landed on the broken shaft.

Xian Zong Wuming seemed to have sensed Le Xun Yuan, and with a cold glance, he was about to pursue him. Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of phoenix sound outside the city, from far to near, accompanied by the light of the sky-swallowing sword.

The loud noise in the city also alarmed the Qinggongzi and others in the guest hall, and several more figures quickly rushed towards this place.

Xianzong Wuming stopped trying to catch up with Le Xunyuan, turned around and said to Haotian: "I will come back to retrieve the blood of the true dragon someday. I hope you will take care of yourself and don't mess up the important matter."

"You and I each have our own missions. Xianzong Wuming, Haotian is also looking forward to your performance."

"City Lord!"

When Yi Qingtian arrived in front of the devil's hearse, the mysterious trace had already drifted away.

"Hmph, there is actually an assassin hiding in the royal city who wants to assassinate me."

"Why is the breath left by the assassin so familiar... Is the city lord injured? Who is this assassin?"

Haotian waved his hand: "No problem, the assassin has escaped, there is no need to worry about the young man."

After looking at Haotian from a distance and remembering his appearance in his heart, Le Xunyuan quietly returned to the guest hall.

The harvest tonight is not small, but it is not appropriate to leave the city at this time. Tomorrow, we must find a way to contact Crow Soul and send the information out.

Unexpectedly, the large Beihai Lingzhou, except for a few conspirators, turned out to be a dead city. (End of chapter)