The first floor of the sky, Mr. Xu’s procession out on the street today, is really spectacular!
There were really only a few people at the beginning.
But after the news spread, outsiders learned that Mr. Xu was out on the street. The first few people were walking, and a long queue followed them.
Some were serving tea, some were pouring water, some were carrying wine, and some were holding a large fruit plate...
It is clear that these are not the people on the first floor of the sky, but they are still arrogant and respectful, trying to make Mr. Xu like themselves so that they can get a position on the first floor of the sky.
But today's "Xu Shao" is not the Xu Shao of yesterday after all.
Facing such a scene that attracts so much attention, not only can’t I enjoy it, but I also feel uncomfortable.
Xu Xiaoji was very scared!
He had no idea that Demon King Xu was out on the street... just out on the street, and that such a long queue would spontaneously form behind him!
What kind of terrifying influence is this?
However, under Xin Gugu's instructions, he couldn't chase them away directly, so he could only agree with a stiff smile, while mentally looking forward to when the big devil would come back so that he could end his torturous journey out of the streets.
The imperial guards from the city lord's palace came several times.
But after driving away several groups of people, they found that this approach was ineffective. They could only divide the centaurs at the end to maintain the order of Xu Shao's parade on the street and strictly control the number of people in the rear to prevent traffic from being affected.
"You've been suspended!" After swimming all the way from Zhongcheng District and coming out of Tianluo Field, Mu Zixi was a little disappointed. She looked at Xu Xiaoji and said, "Why are you suspended? I also want to see Mr. Xu go to the ring and compete again."
Killing everyone!"
…”
Xu Xiaoji trembled when he heard this.
How can he be so virtuous and capable that one day he can be protected by black and white impermanence like Mu Zixi and Xin Gugu who are really the devil's men?
Along the way, apart from giving cold stares and humbly apologizing after the glare, Xu Xiaoji rarely spoke in a strict sense.
He was so weak that he could not speak. He could only be the taciturn Mr. Xu who cherished his words like gold!
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Mu Zixi could only retreat back out of boredom.
She was hanging at the back of the team, joking with the people behind them carrying drinks and fruit plates, thinking that Xu Xiaoji was really boring, not as interesting as her senior brother at all, like a real wooden lump.
Holding a large peeled orange and stuffing it into his mouth, Mu Zixi walked around as if there was no one around, but his mind was not entirely focused on the flattery of the people in the queue, but was a little strange.
Today the wind is clear and the sun is shining brightly.
Why do you still have a sinister feeling like someone is peeping behind you?
“Xin Xiaoku,” Mu Zixi jumped to Xin Gugu’s side and said, “I suspect that someone wants to kill me.”
Xingugu: “…”
He was speechless.
Today, it was no less than five times that he heard Mu Zixi speak like this.
When he first heard it, Xin Gugu was still very alert. There were spiritual thoughts patrolling back and forth between the rear team and the surrounding people, wanting to see where the assassin was.
But not only did I not notice any danger along the way, even when this information was revealed to Mo Mo, Mo Mo shook his head and denied it, saying that he didn't sense anything unusual.
If Xu Xiaoshou were here, I might as well ask him for advice. After all, this guy's sixth sense is better than that of a woman.
But today's "Xu Shao"...
Xin Gugu glanced at Xu Xiaoji, who was walking a little stiffly, shook his head secretly, and said to Xu Xiaoshou, please come back soon, and said this guy can act?
If there weren't so many people following him, and anyone from the throne came up to chat with him, this guy would have knelt down!
“Is it your illusion?” Xin Gugu replied to Mu Zixi, seemingly unconcerned and slightly bored, but in fact he did not dare to relax his attention.
Perhaps there is really an assassin secretly, who was only watching the ignorant "Master Xu" or Mu Zixi alone throughout the whole process?
Xu Xiaoshou is not here, and Xin Gugu, who is responsible for guarding, will never dare to let anyone in the team get into trouble.
Especially, it’s Mu Zixi!
"Maybe..." Mu Zixi chewed an orange, jumped up and down again.
To be honest, after five consecutive misperceptions, she began to wonder if she had been with her senior brother for too long. Once he left, was this a sign of lack of security?
The team is still marching aimlessly.
If Xu Xiaoshou himself were here, there should be many goals today.
Such as the Alchemist Association taking badge exams, the Spiritual Formation Master Association doing things...
But if Xu Xiaoji came to lead the team, the group of people had only one tacit idea: just help the real Mr. Xu provide an alibi, and as for causing trouble...
Haha, Xu Xiaoji is lucky enough just to be able to walk without spraining his feet.
…
The top of a tall building that no one pays attention to.
The north wind blew, blowing on the man in robe standing alone on the top of the tall building.
This man was dressed in dark blue, and his whole body was hidden in a wide-sleeved robe. He had a ferocious Hell King mask on his face. Under the mask, the direction he was looking at was clearly the direction of Xu Shao's team.
“This is the owner of the ‘God and Demon Eye’?”
The sound of wind on the top of the tall building slightly drowned out the masked man's muttering to himself.
This half-day of attention, coupled with the information collected in the past, made the masked man actually a little afraid, hesitating whether to take action now.
It can be seen that the real core of this team is not this little girl with the "God and Demon Eyes" at all.
This optimistic, bouncing Silly Baitian only has innate cultivation. Even if she controls the "God and Demon Eyes", she can't make any waves in the hands of a strong person who has perfected the Throne Realm.
The only thing that made Mask's heart palpitate was another young man who was very young like him.
“Thank you for your hard work...”
The masked man was stroking the long sword at his waist, pushing his left thumb back and forth on the guard of the long sword. The long sword was being unsheathed and returned to the sheath over and over again, making a soft "tap-tat" sound on the top of the tall building.
He is weighing and thinking.
“I can clearly sense that the realm of the throne is not perfect. He cannot be a person who has mastered the secrets. How come this guy can give me such a dangerous feeling?”
“People with special abilities?”
“But, I can’t tell how special it is…”
The masked man took off his gloves and scratched his head. He seemed to have thought of the rules again, so he put the gloves on obediently and touched the handle of the sword again.
His heart suddenly became cruel.
"Dry!"
But just then, the communication bead on his body rang.
“Dididididud~”
The masked man was startled, squatted down on the tall building, and took out the communication bead: "Hey, Mr. Huangquan? Did you miss me..."
“Return to the team.” The other person only responded with two words of indifference.
The masked man paused for a moment, looked at the group of people below who were gradually walking back towards the first floor in the sky, and said, "I've been staring at you for so long. It's very hard. If I just return to the team like this..."
“Return to the team.”
“Oh, good.”
The communication bead lost its sound, and the masked man didn’t even know whether the other party could hear his last humble response.
But I was a little curious, why did Mr. Huangquan have to return to the team so soon after we agreed to do it together today?
Maybe it’s possible, others have already completed the mission.
Myself, have you delayed it for too long?
Squatting down and turning around, the masked man looked at the barbecue grill on one side that was covered by his robe. He hesitated for a while and said, "It didn't take long, right?"
But it’s hard to disobey your orders.
He could only lift up his mask, revealing a young face, licked all the meat skewers on the shelf, put away the barbecue grill, and jumped from the top of the dozens of floors.
“Inexplicable…”
With a few fussing around, the masked man stepped into the darkness of the royal city and entered the dark area of this bright land.
Deep in the damp alley, a rattlesnake swooped out, bit the squeaking rat, and swallowed it three times.
The masked man stopped, took off his mask, squatted down again, and watched the rattlesnake eat.
It was quiet and lasted for a long time.
After a long pause, the masked man turned around and looked up at the little sunlight leaking from the eaves beside the road, dazed.
“When can I have an honest meal, my Lord Huang Quan...”
The masked man held his face, and his strange red pupils were rotating, sometimes enlarging and sometimes shrinking, but inadvertently revealing traces of confusion that were incompatible with these charming eyes.
“Ta, ta, ta.”
Behind him, a clear and rhythmic knocking sound suddenly came.
Following this, there was the sound of imperceptible footsteps.
The masked man's pupils moved and he immediately put on the Yama mask in his hand.
Get up and look back.
The person who came was a blind man with a cane. He was so young that he lost his sight in both eyes.
What's serious is that his face is gray, and one can tell at a glance that this man's eyes were not blind from birth.
“There is a dead end ahead,” the masked man pointed to the back with a kind tone. “This road is blocked. Looking at you... do you need help?”
He is like a normal young and strong guy. He is compassionate and willing to help the poor people who are blind.
The blind man stopped, his cane piercing the ground. He opened his mouth and said with some difficulty: "Blind man, you can't pass the alley."
The masked man was startled, "So?"
“Cross an alley and kill one person.” The blind man raised his crutch.
This time the masked man was surprised.
Whenever he put down his mask and took off his robe, he had helped too many poor people in this world.
So at first, I never thought that this sea of qi only had a few strands of spiritual energy. It was probably a half-hearted blind spiritual refiner who had practiced for a few days, and could pose a threat to me.
But, listening to this, the other party is coming to kill?
"Who are you going to kill? Kill me? I'm a good person..." the masked man said. He even took off his mask. There was sincerity in his charming scarlet eyes, "What a good person!"
“Boundary,” said the blind man.
"What?"
The masked man raised his eyebrows. Has the person opposite him not spoken for a long time? He cherishes words like gold... making it difficult for outsiders to understand what he means!
The blind man said: "If you are a good person, then you should not make a sound when you die, so as not to scare others."
Only then did the masked man truly determine the other party’s intention.
He lowered his head in silence and looked at the rattlesnake on the street that had just swallowed a mouse and was overwhelmed by the invisible aura of the place.
“I don’t like being a mouse, I’m a snake.” he said.
“Realm.” The masked man remains the same.
"Why are you like this? I don't want to kill you. I can see that you are more pitiful than me!"
“But I want to kill you.”
“Why!” The masked man stared at the opposite person in a daze. His eyes fell on the other person’s crutch, and he felt vaguely familiar.
Moreover, where has this person and this face seemed to have been seen before?
"There are too many evils in this world, which have inexplicably happened to too many innocent people. You have already enjoyed the dividends of the power that caused the evil, so why are you so greedy and targeting people you shouldn't be targeting?
"
The blind man seemed a little excited. He gripped the crutch hard and continued: "Be it snakes or rats, they are products of darkness and are the source of evil by nature. Why should snakes and rats eat each other? Find a secluded place and linger.
,isn’t it bad?”
The masked man finally became cautious. He remembered the crutch and this man, and asked: "Holy Slave?"
“Holy slave, tears flowed down your cheeks.” The blind man raised his crutch.
The moment the famous sword-drawing magic staff was drawn out, the rattlesnake nesting in the corner heard the sound and broke into two parts.
“The fate of the snake.” He said sternly with tears in his eyes.
“Madman!”
The masked man had no idea what mistake he had made. When the other person was so excited, he immediately stood up and wanted to leave this ghost place.
Master Huangquan has told you that you should not provoke the Holy Slaves now, so try not to provoke them if you can.
However, just before he could move, the unsheathed magic wand flew a little higher in the air, and the wall deep in the alley shattered with a bang.
“Hmm…” At the same time, the masked man covered his throat, and blood spilled from his fingers.
He was a little unbelievable. This man pierced his throat with a sword?
“Sword Sect?”
How can the Sword Sect be so powerful?
Even after the sword penetrated the throat, the special kendo power that stayed at the wound was something the masked man had never seen before.
That wisp of silver sword intent looks like sword energy, but not like sword energy...
“You are not a swordsman!”
The masked man was horrified, "Ancient Sword Cultivator, Swordsman Throne?!"
“Boundary.” Tears Shuangxing said calmly.
“I provoked you? You want to come all the way to kill me?” The masked man panicked. In the same realm, ancient sword cultivators are the strongest. This is indisputable.
Even if he is in the throne realm, even if he has these "scarlet eyes"...
However, opposite is a pure tearful family member, a holy slave, a contemporary swordsman with the famous sword drawing magic staff, and even more rare and incomparable swordsmanship throne!
Although I don’t know why the information I got was wrong, I mistakenly thought that the other party stayed in the Sword Sect realm.
But now, it is not the time to think so much.
"Snake and rat are swallowing each other, aren't you going to be snake and rat and swallow each other now?" The masked man said incessantly, very eagerly, "How can the 'Saint Slave' be better than the 'King of Hell'?
In the corner, begging for mercy, hiding from the light!"
“Boundary.”
“Madman!”
The masked man pulled himself out again, and this time his eyes exploded with blood, and his whole person was shrouded in scarlet color, turned into mist, and disappeared.
Escaped from the entrance of the alley, he cut through the space directly and plunged into it.
However, within the black hole, there should have been a world of space fragments. After the masked man entered through the cracks in space, what he could see was still the streets of Dongtianwang City!
The flow of people is still there. Grandpas and aunties are shopping with vegetable baskets, and the shouts of vendors are so clear...
“Bang!”
The masked man was stunned. He stumbled and bumped into a passing middle-aged uncle.
The uncle looked back and saw a blind man with a pale complexion. After being hit, he pulled out a magic wand with his backhand and thrust it into the masked man's chest.
“Pfft…”
Blood spurted out, and the masked man felt that the scene in front of him was blurred. He was still staying in the alley, and the Holy Slave who should have been in the distance was already facing him at this moment.
The uncle is fake, but the magic stick is real!
This famous sword was really put into his chest, with a trace of unfamiliar... sword intention, sword energy?
The masked man trembled, combined the latest information about the Holy Slave's Head in his mind, and smoothed it over at once.
“Jian Nian?” He lowered his head with difficulty.
"Um."
“Illusion swordsmanship?” The masked man thought of the scene he saw after entering the space flow.
"Um."
“But, even though I used Blood Escape, I don’t want to fight you. I have already escaped in advance!” The masked man was unwilling to give in.
"Perhaps, this is the illusion caused by the magic sword technique in you, w. And..." Lei Shuangxing paused for a moment, then reached out to touch his eyes, "Don't forget that your eyes are originally called tears."
“I’m not willing to give in, I haven’t taken action yet!” The masked man struggled violently.
It hurts too much!
The sword entered the chest, and there was also a blow with the sword thought. It hurt so much!
The key point is that this blow with the sword thought almost sealed all the spiritual energy in his body, and he could not resist no matter how hard he struggled.
"I'm such a good person..." The masked man shed two lines of blood and tears. He hadn't even started to use any of his abilities, but the other party seemed to know him well.
All of his abilities were firmly targeted and completely restrained.
A person with perfect throne state should not be defeated in such a way as to be defeated like a mountain when faced with a sword throne, and be knocked down without even making a single move.
This is so ridiculous!
I would not dare to write this in a novel. This must be a dream. There is still a trace of extravagant desire in the heart of the masked person.
“Maybe you are a good person, but unfortunately...”
Sighing with tears, he pulled out the magic wand, and the sword thought remained in the opponent's body, making the masked man realize that all of this is real and not an illusion.
“You shouldn’t be eyeing her.”
Speaking with tears in his eyes, he easily cut off the man's head with a sword and sent it into the space ring. His eyes were closed tightly, and the faint light leaking from the eaves fell in front of his eyes.
But before my eyes, there was still darkness.
The magic wand that was unstained by a drop of blood was put back into its sheath, and he stood under the dim light with a line of tears, responding to the gloomy embrace of the entire vast dark world with his own loneliness.
He paused in silence for a long time, with his back turned to the headless corpse that fell to the ground, his brows furrowed, as if he was explaining, but also muttering to himself.