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 "Okay."

Li Ang memorized these four words in his heart, took a deep breath, concentrated, and sensed Mo Si.

In Chang'an City, a fly parasitized by moth silk flies up against the continuous fire on the roof, climbs to the sky, and looks down.

The flies recorded the tragic scenes in Chang'an City one by one, where the fire was the most fierce, where the disaster was the most severe, and where the casualties were the most.

Li Ang took a deep breath and held both ends of the hourglass with both hands.

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In the Zhengzheng Square, the long sword in the hand of Yuan Sou was placed on the neck of Qi Ji, the deputy commander of the Zhenfu Division. With a strong pull, Qi Ji's head fell to the ground with blood spurting out, and he died with his eyes closed.

"Huh,"

The ape-sou kicked Qi Ji's corpse open, and wiped off the remaining blood on his sword with the corner of his brocade robe.

The courtyard is full of corpses, and blood pools in shoals.

The loyalty of these people who stayed in Zhenfusi to the State of Yu is indeed beyond reproach.

Despite the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, they still relied on their fearlessness and tacit cooperation to almost surround Yuansou to death.

Fortunately, we still won.

The chaotic wind lingering in the sky of the city greatly reduced the effects of various talismans and aliens.

Together with the fire that filled the city, the monks' spiritual consciousness and vision were blocked.

Those Yu Kingdom monks scattered throughout Fang City didn't even know what happened at the Zhenfu Division headquarters, so it was naturally impossible for them to come to support the rescue.

"Tsk,"

The old man glanced at the nicks on the sword's blade with distress, and muttered: "What a pity for this good sword."

"Don't feel bad, business is important."

The ghost shovel stepped through a pool of sticky blood, chewing a heart in his mouth, and the intensive injuries on his body healed quickly.

He came to a certain stone slab in the corner of the courtyard, knelt down on one knee, and punched the ground.

The thick rock formation collapsed instantly, revealing the underground chamber.

Not enough. The underground structure of Zhenfusi is extremely complex, divided into many layers, like a fortress.

Come again.

The ghost shovel had no expression on his face and punched it down again.

Boom boom boom!

The rock layers collapsed continuously, finally collapsing to the last layer.

There is no light and humidity here all year round. There are countless arm-thick stainless steel chains scattered on the walls and floors, tightly locking hundreds of upright sarcophagi.

The surface of each sarcophagus is affixed with a sealing talisman - the name of the prisoner is also written on it.

The wind from chaos was fierce and violent, the restraining talismans were ineffective one after another, and all the coffins were shaking violently.

"Heh..."

Ghost Spade let out a long breath, his eyes flashing with light.

He jumped onto the wall and ran along the wall, breaking the chains with the machete in his hand.

With sparks flying,

Bang bang bang bang!

One after another, the sarcophagi exploded.

The trapped demon cultivators came out of the coffin one after another and fell to their knees.

Someone laughed heartily,

Some people cried with joy,

Some people kowtowed devoutly and thanked Haotian.

Some people open their arms and feel the breeze blowing from their shoulders and armpits, feeling like they have been reborn.

Boom.

Ghost Spade jumped back to the ground, sheathed the knife, and grinned.

Those who are qualified to be imprisoned in the Sarcophagus Forest by the Zhenfu Division are the most vicious and stubborn demon cultivators.

Each of them is a demon in human skin, with high cultivation, firm will, cruelty and bloodthirsty.

This also means...

They are delicious.

Ghost Spade's throat trembled, and a centipede-like twisted scar opened on its chest and abdomen.

The demon cultivators who had just escaped from the coffin heard a strange noise and turned to look at the ghost shovel.

I saw that the edges of the scars on his chest and abdomen were covered with layers of sharp fangs, slowly opening like the bloody mouth of a beast.

"Ghost shovel!!!"

I don't know which insightful demon cultivator shouted in a distorted voice, and everyone's expressions changed wildly, and they fled in different directions.

However, people who have been pierced through the bones of Pipa, destroyed the sea of ​​​​qi, and have been imprisoned in sarcophagi that have never seen the light of day for a long time. Let alone escape from the ghost shovel, they may not even be able to climb up the smooth and damp walls.

"Come on, come on."

The ghost shovel murmured to himself, grabbing the demon cultivator with both hands, and stuffing it into the huge mouth of his chest and abdomen like a swallow, "I'm hungry."

How strong will you become after devouring a hellish demon cultivator?

Zhuxiao intermediate level? Zhuxiao high level? Or even...higher level?

At the same time,

In the underground secret room of the Daming Palace, the emperor's roar resounded, "Chang'an City has high walls, as strong as a fortress, and countless monks. A few monsters can turn the entire city upside down and force the emperor to live underground? Get out of the way.

!"

Emperor Shen Tuyu knelt down on one knee and gritted his teeth, but he had no intention of getting out of the way of the secret room door.

The current situation is not a matter of "just a few monsters".

First, at the wedding scene, His Highness the King of Yue’s fiancée Yan Xuan had a sudden change and controlled Cardinal Xinxiu to explode.

Then the wind of chaos that only exists in legends and stories blew across the city, blocking the [Micro Scenery of Chang'an] and sealing the forbidden formation.

Then the wind helped the fire, and the whole city was ignited.

No matter who's plot this is, the other party must have great eyes and hands. They have been planning for this for a long time and are well aware of the flaws and loopholes in Chang'an's city defense, and even...

He has long been lurking among the top leaders of Yu State.

Empress Xue thought about the princes and princesses who were still trapped in the Furong Garden, weeping like rain and almost fainting.

The prince tried to stay calm and comforted softly, but his palms could not help but tremble - there were countless important officials and family members at the wedding who died in the explosion, and the entire Yu Kingdom's senior officials were not spared.

This explosion shook the foundation of Yu State even more strongly than the Queen's cold suppression of dissidents for decades...

The thought of the word "fierce" has not yet completely finished in my mind,

Without any warning, the secret room suddenly fell into stasis.

The roaring emperor, the weeping queen, the restless prince, and even Shen Tuyu in the Zhuxiao Realm, all stopped in place, as motionless as a picture scroll.

It’s not just this secret room,

The entire palace, Chang'an City, and everything under the night fell silent.

The flames solidified, the strong wind stopped, and the Haotian clock stopped.

In the world, only Li Ang is still active.

He stood in the charred pit, stepping on the ruins of Ziyun Tower, slowly spinning the Xumi hourglass in his hand, letting the few remaining sands of time slide down along the wall of the glass bottle.

Just now, in order to suppress the sudden out-of-control Mo Si, Xumi Hourglass was used once.

Using it again in a short period of time will further increase the consumption of the Sands of Time.

No matter what the result is,

Only this chance.

Li Ang concentrated on spinning the Xumi hourglass, once, twice.

The surrounding light begins to change, from slow to fast,

Li Ang's face was illuminated by light, and the light and dark were uncertain.

Shasha——

The flying dust fell again, and the charred and fragmented wood was reunited to form the Ziyun Tower.

The collapsed towering lighthouse stands again,

Corpses were everywhere, their wounds healed, and they returned to the pavilions and curtains with smiles on their faces.

The fire in Chang'anfang City receded like the tide.

There was a lot of traffic, so I walked backwards and returned to my original position.

"..."

Li Ang opened his eyes and found himself back in the secret room of Jinchengfang Mansion.

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