Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun walked out of the Rotation Hall slowly, and met Han Wenxin wearing a bamboo hat and a large group of Yuzhou City police officers.
"Mrs. An, aren't you going to see the Land and Water Dojo?"
Han Wenxin's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw Tan Yun next to Zhao Qingmei.
Anjing is doing a good deed in such a bad day.
Tan Yun seemed to be still thinking about the figure just now, and did not notice Han Wenxin's somewhat lewd eyes at all.
Zhao Qingmei gave Han Wenxin a strange look, and then asked: "No, I think the land and water dojo is a bit lackluster. Where is my husband?"
Didn't An Jing say he was going to find Han Wenxin? Why didn't he see him?
Han Wenxin said honestly: "He went back just now. It is said that he remembered that the hunters from Nanshan were coming to deliver some herbs today..."
"I understand. Let's take our leave now, Mr. Han."
Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned and walked towards the mountain gate.
She remembered that An Jing seemed to have said this in the morning, but she still felt a little uneasy.
"You guys are going to the Rotation Hall to cooperate with Xuanyi Guard to check. If Lord Xuanyi Guard asks, just tell me that I have blocked the gate of Sanmiao Mountain."
Han Wenxin gave the instructions, and then followed him up and down: "Mrs. An, Miss Tan, let me see you off."
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Yuzhou City, western suburbs.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
An Jing carried Xue Chen's body on his back and stepped on the thumb-sized branch with his toes, as dexterously as an ape in the forest.
The strong wind surged and the forest leaves rustled.
Not long after, he arrived at the red leaf forest in the wilderness of the western suburbs.
"Brother Zhou, you really did not disappoint."
Jiang Sanjia heard the voice and walked out of the forest, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
As a descendant of the Guigu Sect, he is naturally very familiar with the disputes between Jianghu forces. Seizing Xue Chen's body this time must be extremely dangerous and difficult.
An Jing was able to bring back Xue Chen's body. He must have gone through an unimaginable bloody battle.
Mu Xiaoyun also followed Jiang Sanjia out.
An Jing smiled faintly, put the body on his back on the ground, and then stretched out his thumb to gently wipe away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth.
"Mrs. Liu, it's settled."
Liu Qingshan's strength was one point higher than his. Even though he was half a step above the golden bone, he was still at a disadvantage. In the end, if he hadn't relied on sword control, it would have been extremely difficult to leave Faxi Temple.
Mu Xiaoyun looked at the corpse on the ground and was slightly startled, even though she already knew the result.
Sometimes, I feel that this world is too big, so big that just one turn away can make a person disappear in the vast sea of people, never to be seen again.
"Why....."
I don't know how much time passed before Mu Xiaoyun sighed heavily.
"Are you injured?" Jiang Sanjia asked with a frown.
"Small injury."
An Jing said casually: "I wonder what your plans are for the future?"
This is true, because golden bones have been formed in his body, and his injuries are indeed not serious.
"We have already alerted the enemy. The rescue operation may be extremely difficult."
Mu Xiaoyun pondered for a moment and said, "I plan to leave Jiangnan Road first and head to the Dongluo Desert."
The Dongluo Desert is a desolate and ruined land with long yellow sand. Although it is called Dongluo, it belongs to the border between the prairie, the Western Regions, Dayan, and Zhao.
Because of its special geographical location, it was at the junction of the four major forces, and there were a large number of caravans coming and going all year round, which made the land of Dongluo once prosperous, and that was Dongluo Pass, the intersection of the four realms.
There are a large number of cross-border caravans from all over the world gathered in Dongluo Pass. How many of them come and go every year, and these caravans are all caravans of major chambers of commerce. They have a huge structure and many experts. Over time, Dongluo Pass has inns and wine shops.
Brothel... Among them, the brothel has beautiful women from all over the world because of its special geographical location. The exotic style is even more memorable, and it has unknowingly become a place that people talk about.
Moreover, there are a lot of rumors about getting rich overnight in Dongluo Pass. Every year, countless people have this big dream and go to Dongluo Pass through all kinds of hardships, looking for opportunities to make a fortune.
The large floating population, coupled with the huge business opportunities brought by trade, made Dongluo Pass become unprecedentedly prosperous.
There is even a saying among the people of Dayan that Dongluo has a good reputation outside Yujing.
The real master behind Dongluo Pass is none other than Tianwaitian.
On the one hand, it is because of the terrifying strength of the Demon Cult. If we take action against the Demon Cult, not to mention how difficult it is, even if we barely succeed, our vitality will be severely damaged, and others will inevitably reap the benefits.
On the other hand, Dongluo Pass has indeed played a buffering role, and several major forces seem to have acquiesced in the existence of Dongluo Pass.
"Could it be that you want to collude with the Demon Cult?" Jiang Sanjia frowned.
The Demon Sect is a notorious existence in Dayan Jianghu.
"What happened to the demon sect?" Mu Xiaoyun asked faintly: "What is demon, what is righteousness? What is good? What is bad?"
Jiang Sanjia heard this and said nothing more.
Having been around for decades, how can it be so easy to distinguish between good and bad in this world?
Mu Xiaoyun looked at An Jing and asked, "Brother Zhou, I wonder if you have a letter of recommendation?"
There are rumors that An Jing is a member of the Demon Sect. If true, it would save some trouble.
"I have nothing to do with people from the Demon Cult."
An Jing shook his head. He knew that Mu Xiaoyun seemed to want to get involved with the Demon Sect, but he was indeed not familiar with the Demon Sect.
"That's such a shame."
Mu Xiaoyun said regretfully.
She didn't know whether Zhou Xianming didn't want to expose his identity this time, or whether he really wasn't from the Demon Cult.
After all, their relationship hasn't reached the point where they know each other well.
"Sanjia, what about you?" An Jing glanced at Jiang Sanjia.
"Recover from your injuries first and leave Jiangnan Road before the end of the year." Jiang Sanjia thought for a while and said.
Not only is the Cao Gang searching for him, but he is also a key criminal of the imperial court. Now that his injury has not healed, it is extremely dangerous for him to go out alone.
I don’t know if the connections I left behind in the past can still be used now, so naturally it’s safest to recover from my injuries first.
An Jing glanced in the direction of Faxi Temple. Just as he was fighting with Liu Qingshan, he clearly felt that something in Faxi Temple was shaking.
There is a hint in the book on the ground that the blue chance should be talking about the seal.
But why, it made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.
Generally, masters will not act on a whim. Once they feel a whim, there must be a reason.
The next moment, An Jing's thoughts fell on the book on the ground.
Wow!
Suddenly, a green light in the book swallowed up An Jing's thoughts.
The dark underground palace stretches as far as the eye can see, and the only source of light is a ray of light leaking from the huge crack above.
In the light that leaks out, the appearance of the underground palace can be vaguely seen, like the ancient emperor's sacrifice array to the heaven.
There are 81 ancient bronze pillars outside, standing all around and staggered in an orderly manner.
They gathered together and went straight into the misty darkness.
The inner part is extended by cross fish silk lines, and sometimes there are four sun god patterns, corresponding to the eight directions of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen and Kun.
On each ancient bronze pillar, there are thick iron chains tied up, making a "clang-dang" and "clang-dang" sound, and the connections of the iron chains are gathered in the center.
An Jing took a closer look and couldn't help but feel furious in his heart.
It was a dragon lying on the ground, with piercing eyes, dragon beads, horns raised, dragon armor bulging, and strong claws, as if it had sensed someone coming, and looked back, which was intimidating.
"Roar!"
People from all over the world bowed down and worshiped in eight deserts, the dragon roared in the night, and the heaven and earth shook.
When the Shenlong saw An Jing floating in the air, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and his body rushed towards him crazily, but the iron chains around him tied him tightly, preventing him from moving.
With the roar of the dragon, the whole world shook.
An Jing frowned as he saw the dragon charging toward him crazily and the iron chain making a loud noise.
It seemed that what was sealed by the iron chain was not the dragon, but himself.