In Jingzhou, monks from the Southern Wilderness ranked in the southeast.

Fu Shiyi did not recognize any of the monks sitting cross-legged above the large island to the west, and saw that their clothes were more prosperous and complex than those of Jingzhou and the unruly of the Southern Wilderness.

"Are they from the Nanyang Prince's Mansion?"

Fu Shiyi muttered.

Fu Zhihong sitting next to her.

With a smile, he reached out to pick the purple dragon fruit hanging in front of him and handed it to Fu Shiyi: "The people in the royal palace all have micro-prints from the Nanyang Prince's Mansion on their collars."

Monks in the west.

Although they were dressed gorgeously, there were no corresponding micro-prints on the collar. It seemed that most of them were cultivators summoned from the Nanyang Palace. However, judging from the scale, they were half more than those in the Southern Wilderness, with 96 foundation-building monks.

The song is over.

The dancer in the floating island pavilion dispersed.

Fu Shiyi thought the banquet was about to begin.

But I heard a sound like a heavenly sound:

"Crossing the river, the horses came from the south, how many people are really good at martial arts? Yifu and others, the land of China, how many times have they looked back? It is considered to be a thousand miles of peace, fame and fortune, true Confucianism, public knowledge........... I fell into the ground back then, but now I see, the wind and clouds are running around. The wind and smoke are green in the fields, the plants and trees are flat in the spring, and the wine is singing in the east."

It is completely different from the general opera singing style.

It seems to be a chanting.

It is also like in childhood, when the elders and relatives tell ancient stories in their ears.

Fu Shiyi was attracted by his heart little by little, as if he was the only one in the world and the sound. Just when she was about to let go of her last trace of her mind, the leaf of the ancient tree worn on her chest emitted a light white soft light.

The soft light circled around Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi was just listening to it intoxicatingly.

Suddenly he was shocked.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Look up and see.

But when I saw myself sitting cross-legged on a square.

In the square, in addition to her, there were nearly 200 foundation-building monks, who were the ones who attended the banquet this time. Before, she saw the floating island, and the strange flowers and plants were gone.

"Illusion?!"

Fu Shiyi was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat.

There were so many monks present that no one could see through it. This illusion was too real. Fu Shiyi was wonderingly and was about to awaken the other tribesmen, but suddenly turned around and looked to the left.

But I saw that the original position of Senior Sister Mitianlou, Nanhuang, was empty.

"wrong."

Fu Shiyi quickly swept around the square, and his face changed slightly: "The number of people is wrong, nineteen monks are missing. Where have these people gone? What's going on?"

Fu Shiyi was panicked.

A flash in front of my eyes.

When she saw the surrounding environment clearly, she saw that she was actually in a small farm yard. The yard was empty and there was nothing, but it made people feel instinctively uncomfortable.

"Is this a illusion?"

Fu Shiyi's nervous sleeves shook.

He released the little yellow, spread his wings and flew around the yard with a squeak, then fell to Fu Shiyi's palm and shook the bird's head.

"Not a fantasy?"

Fu Shiyi frowned.

She glanced at the leaf of the ancient tree she had refined. At this time, the leaves didn't know if they had already warned me just now, but the runes engraved on them had faded away and were obviously invalid!

Now.

She can only rely on herself.

Fu Shiyi held the Tianlei Sword and vigilantly kicked open the door of the main room. There was no one in the room, and the oil lamp on the desk beside the window emitted a dim light, but the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table were messy.

Fu Shiyi picked up a piece of rice paper.

But the ink on the paper has not yet dried out:

"There was still someone in this room a quarter of an hour ago!"

Fu Shiyi was puzzled and suddenly heard a shrill scream from outside the yard. Her body flashed and disappeared into the yard the next moment. After leaving the yard, she followed the stone path and arrived by the river.

Blood was scattered on the grass by the river.

Blood spread all the way.

It was all the way to the arch bridges on both sides of the river bank.

When Fu Shiyi arrived by the bridge, he found that there was only a mummy left on it. The man had just died, but his qi and blood seemed to have been sucked dry. But she couldn't even find the shadow of the other party.

suddenly.

Fu Shiyi suddenly looked up and looked at the other side of the bridge.

Without thinking, she turned around and took off the flying sword and ran to the original courtyard. The place where she had just left suddenly sounded a strange cry of unwillingness.

"This breath!!!"

Fu Shiyi returned to the yard.

Immediately, I called out the talisman pen and quickly wrote the word "Fu", almost done in one go, chanting the spell in my mouth. After the word "Fu" illuminated, I quickly pasted it on the gate of the courtyard.

She quickly took a step back!

"Bang!"

The gate seemed to be smashed heavily, and then a shrill scream rang out, and a pool of green liquid flowed out outside the courtyard gate.

"It's really weird!!!"

While Fu Shiyi was relieved, he was also frightened. Since the appearance of the Yaju Tiankeng, she has never encountered a monster again. In the past ten years, she has never heard of monsters in Jingzhou. She almost forgot about this.

If it weren't for the beating of the giant dome in the sea of ​​consciousness space, it would be even louder.

In a hurry, she really couldn't imagine that it was a monster at work!

"Hehe, little girl, you have good skills!"

A cold sound rang outside the yard. In the dark, a little man made of yellow paper slowly walked out. The two red marks on his face were sizzling green liquid:

Paper-tied man sticks out his long tongue.

Licked his cheeks.

The green liquid stopped flowing out immediately:

"He is actually a foundation-building monk. Hehehe, this way, it saves me the effort I have been looking for. The flesh and blood of this mortal always tastes sour. Hehe, little girl, for the lives of the mortals in this city, you should come out and die obediently!"

The words have not ended.

The paper-breaking man rushed towards the courtyard gate.

Fu Shiyi raised his hand and threw it, igniting the flame talisman that had been prepared for a long time. He saw a fireball as big as a football burst out and galloping towards the paper-slaughtered man, but the paper-slaughtered man did not dodge or dodge.

"boom!"

About ten fireballs exploded in an instant.

A big pit ten inches deep was left on the spot, but the paper-breaking man was safe and sound, with a smile of contempt on his expressionless face:

"Hehe, I thought you knew some knowledge of Taoism. Since that's the case, then die!!!"

Deal with monsters.

The ordinary methods of immortal cultivators cannot do anything about it.

How could Fu Shiyi not know about this? The moment the paper-breaking man rushed into the yard, the wind blade talismans that were tightly clasped in her hand were thrown out in an instant.

A gust of wind was seen rotating in the air.

In an instant, dozens of three-inch-long wind blades roared and strangled them all towards the Paper-Braining Man. However, they saw that the Paper-Braining Man seemed to have no effect, but the two dots of rouge on their cheeks suddenly lit up, and the Wind Blade drew hundreds of gullies around the land.

Paper-made people are like last time.

Still safe and sound.

"Hehe, I thought you were wearing the Taoist Dharma in this talisman. It seems that I still look down on you. Little girl, I am so hungry that I won't play with you anymore!"

Obviously, the man who made a fool of himself just now was also guarding against Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword in his hand was thrown into the air, and a series of spiritual lights hit him, and the spells were silently chanted in his mouth. In an instant, the Heavenly Thunder Sword was divided into three, and the sword light turned around and galloped towards the paper-knife outside the courtyard with a horn. Wherever the sword light passed, there was a flying sand and stone, and you could tell at a glance that it was powerful.

"Hehe, I'm not giving up!"
To be continued...