Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Black Clouds Overcome the City
"Something bad happened!"
On top of the city tower, overlooking the county city and in control of the overall situation, the old god exclaimed. He turned to General Ma, who was full of surprise and explained: "There is a big problem at the City God's Hall. It seems that there is a big demon."
The fierceness of his head directly destroyed the immortal golden body of the City God. I had to take a look in person before I could rest assured that Jin Chenghuang was involved in Rouge County's vitality. If Shen Chenghuang's golden body was completely destroyed, even if he survived the disaster this time,
Rouge County is still seriously injured!"
The old immortal looked towards the direction of the City God's Pavilion, worried, sighed, and sneered: "That's it! Even if it's the dragon's pond and the tiger's den, I have to break into it today! It's hard to say that I have to work hard to see if I can rescue the seriously injured City God."
I never thought that the demon that was causing trouble this time was so powerful. I originally thought that it was just a formation to contain the city god, but I never imagined that it would be a ruthless method to wipe out a city. General Ma, there is no other way. The east gate of the city can only be left to you alone for the time being.
Take care of it."
General Ma said solemnly: "Do we need to send a dozen elite soldiers to help Mr. Huang? There are dozens of special arrows in the governor's house, which are best at killing monsters."
The old god waved his hand and said: "It's too late, and it doesn't mean much,"
After all, General Ma was a warrior on the battlefield, so he didn't mess around. He cupped his fists and said, "I wish Huang Laoqi a victory!"
"Then let me lend you a good word from General Ma!" The old god returned the favor with his fists clasped, and smiled slightly. He flew down the city like a bird and landed on a roof dozens of feet away. He stood up and flew forward again, counting ten.
After rising and falling in an elegant and unrestrained manner, his body was finally as small as a grain of rice and landed in the Chenghuang Pavilion where the dust gradually stopped.
The Glazed Immortal that Mi Lao Mo and the couple talked about did not go straight to the Chenghuang Pavilion, but landed in the main hall square outside the high wall. He walked forward slowly, waved his big sleeves, and floated out a large pile of yellow paper.
The talisman was filled with smoke billowing in the air. In the blink of an eye, dozens of girls in white clothes holding swords rushed out of the smoke. One by one, they took small steps and gracefully rushed towards the first building dedicated to the founding fathers of the Caiyi Kingdom.
The main hall.
When the old immortal passed by the two broken Tianguan statues, all the five poisons had been dispersed, and he walked into the main hall. Most of the clay statues in the main hall remained intact. Of course the old man knew the reason. Without the gods sitting in them, these individuals
The seemingly majestic statues are actually just mud clothes made by craftsmen. Naturally, Milao Mo will not tamper with them and waste his specially made incense.
The sword-wielding girls who had appeared on the high platform in the center of the lake quickly entered the small square between the Temple of Wealth and Taisui Temple with light steps. One of the girls moved her lips slightly, as if calling someone softly, but there was no response.
The god stepped through the back door, stood there, looked around, frowned and said: "No need to shout, your sister Caiyi has been beaten back to her original form, and even I can't feel the remnants of her soul. The person who did it is very good."
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The old man raised his arm and waved suddenly. The scarlet long sword hidden in the shadow of the tall cypress trees was instantly in his hand. He lowered his head and sniffed the sword body. He felt relieved that there was no trace of evil energy left.
Okay, it wasn't Mi Laomo who discovered the clues and took the lead in taking away the seemingly decorative "Fine Iron Official Seal" and threw the long sword to a girl in white with a mole at the corner of her mouth. The old man moved forward slowly. Although the current situation
The direction of the city has not reached the worst situation, but it is not much better. The City God's Hall has been destroyed, Jincheng God Shen Wen has turned into a field of dirt, the two civil and military official statues have the same fate, and the fine iron official seal is unknown.
trace.
The old man's expression was gloomy, and he was thinking, could it be that the big shot behind the scenes was also interested in this City God's Xianyou Boyin? So he hid it from himself and let others get there first? The old man immediately gave up the idea, it wouldn't be, it shouldn't be, so
As for the identity of the old god who really stands on the top of Aquarius Continent, this kind of magic weapon is of course a priceless good thing for the middle and fifth realm qi practitioners, who can fight for it with all their lives to break the blood.
However, for that person, it was far from worth his betrayal and taking by force.
What that person planned was too big and too big. It was a melee between the five countries, including the Caiyi Kingdom and the Ancient Yu Kingdom. It was the sound of drums and smoke everywhere in the central territory of Aquarius Continent.
This heretical old man walked into the ruins of the City God's Palace with a sullen face, and finally came to a wall that had collapsed to the ground.
Although the wall remained intact and there were no big cracks, there were a lot of minor damages. The old man carefully looked at every detail and found that of the ninety-nine and eighty-one flying beauties painted on the mural, only about thirty were left.
As a woman of good quality, the old man stamped his foot and said with great regret: "What a waste of natural resources!"
After the old man made sure that there was no one around, he still asked the girls in white clothes holding swords to stare at various walls. Then he knelt down and took out an exquisite small lamp with flowing colors in his left hand. It was colorful and bright.
After the old man carefully took this lamp out of his sleeve, it immediately illuminated the surrounding area with a burst of colors, which was extremely beautiful.
The old man quickly waved his right sleeve, slightly suppressing the colorful colors flowing on the ground, and silently chanted in his mouth. The beauties of various colors on the mural began to flow slowly. One by one, they floated away from the wall and poured into the small glass cup. Three
Ten women with the best appearance and clothing in the mural entered Xiaozhan first, followed by a dozen women with intact faces but damaged limbs and clothes. Finally, only the woman in the painting with a damaged face and body was left on the wall. It seemed that for a while
There was a small whimpering sound, like a stream of clear spring flowing over the rocks.
The old man was not willing to give up, and even took out the foundation of the main painted mural and put it into a small cup. The broken women who seemed to have lost their courtyard residence became increasingly sad and sad, weeping and complaining on the empty wall.
The old man put away the small lamp, stood up and looked down at the scattered remaining women on the wall. He shook his head again, feeling heartbroken. He raised his sleeves and slapped the wall hard with his palm. The wall instantly turned into powder.
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The rice shop opened again, but instead of reopening the business, the three shop assistants went to their respective places in the county. Especially when the handsome young man ran out, his face was full of joy. The old man, the shopkeeper of the rice shop, took the couple and walked in
In a secluded alley, a woman asked: "The Jin Chenghuang of the Chenghuang Pavilion has become a puppet of your Mi Laomo. Even if his cultivation level has declined, how could his golden body suddenly explode? Is it possible that in a small Rouge County, it's impossible?
Are there still experts in the middle and fifth realms?"
Milaomo was in a bad mood. His biggest weapon and amulet had disappeared inexplicably. No one else was in a good mood.
He thought for a while, spread out his palms, and decided to take the risk and try the magical power of viewing mountains and rivers. This kind of superior magic has been treasured by a handful of righteous immortals and kept secret. Milao Mo also got it by chance.
He only learned a little bit about the incomplete secret book of heretics. Since the incomplete secret book lacked half of the luck formulas, every time he used it, it cost him a drop of effort.
If a spirit warrior is present, it will be easy to detect it, and it is very likely that they will follow the clues and kill them all the way. Therefore, a supreme magical power becomes extremely useless because of its incompleteness.
The reason why the immortal families on the mountain are deeply rooted is largely because they have secret mental methods passed down from generation to generation without any sequelae. Through the continuous improvement of generations of ancestors, they tend to be perfect without flaws, so
There is no need for future generations and proud disciples to explore and hit the wall on their own. Rumor has it that some of the best sect secrets can even allow those who practice it to reach the upper five realms, and the next-level heretics can also help to reach the middle level.
The Sunshine Avenue of the Five Realms.
On the other hand, how many wild cultivators in the world have become obsessed with it? Countless!
A drop of scarlet-rich blood oozed from the palm of Milao Mo's hand, and suddenly exploded, and the blood mist filled the air. A scene soon appeared in the old man's palm, which was the City God's Pavilion. The old man squinted and saw the "old immortal"
"With the figures of the maids in white clothes, the old man shook his palm slightly. The scene that originally included the entire City God's Pavilion soon became only the ruins of the City God's Temple, so the figure of the old god squatting on the ground became clearer.
Mi Laomo chuckled and said, "God help me! Mr. Chen couldn't bear his temper and came here to check it out in person. He has fallen into a trap!"
The woman's eyes were bright as she stared at the small glass cup in the hand of the Immortal in the image, "Is that the cup that is a relic of the Immortal?"
Mi Laomo suddenly clenched his fist, and the blood mist in his palm returned to his body. He turned around and sneered: "What, you want to fight with me?"
The woman's eyes flashed, and she said with a charming smile: "How dare you, slave?"
Milaomo ignored the temptress' pretentiousness and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
What Chen Laoer wanted this time was originally the mural under the eyes of Jin Chenghuang. He said that he was coveting the energy and spirit of that mural. After hundreds of years of incense and incense, he had cultivated a real immortal energy.
The beauties, and after collecting the souls of women in the mass graves, they can also use the murals as their new shelter, killing two birds with one stone, maybe raising a few more female ghosts of women in colorful clothes.
It was only then that Mi Laomo suddenly realized in his heart, maybe... the seal from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain was not in the Sheriff's Mansion or the Zhao Mansion at all, but in the City God's Pavilion! And this old friend started out
They just wanted to take all the benefits for themselves, and never thought about keeping the seal that their master and apprentice had been planning for many years.
What a glazed fairy, Mr. Chen!
Old man, if you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust!
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The originally clear sky above Rouge County City slowly turned dark, and dark clouds drifted in from all directions, so that the city became filled with dark clouds, making people feel uncomfortable.
A carriage drove safely out of the south gate of the city. The old staff member held the horse's reins in one hand and picked up a pot of good wine prepared early from his side with the other hand. Just as he was about to drink, he saw a poor scholar on the side of the official road not far away.
There they waved vigorously and shouted, "Old Song, Old Song, I am a friend of your eldest lady. Is she on the carriage?"
The thin old man's heart tightened. Could it be that the demon has been targeting the county magistrate's house for a long time? Determined to eradicate it? Even the young master and the young lady will not be spared?
The woman quickly bent down and opened the car curtain, and said cheerfully: "Uncle Song, he is my friend. His name is Liu Chicheng, and he is a traveling scholar from Baishan Kingdom."
Another head poked out and asked doubtfully: "Liu Chicheng, didn't you leave the city a long time ago? How did you get here? Which girl did you tease on the way?"
The old man hesitated for a moment, then stopped the carriage.
It is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that cannot be avoided.
We can only wait and see what happens.
Hearing the teasing of Liu Gaohua, his future brother-in-law, Liu Chicheng rolled his eyes and trotted forward. Although he didn't know why the old monster suddenly fell from the sky and temporarily returned his body to himself, Liu Chicheng was too lazy to do so.
Never mind that, the old guy promised himself that as long as he persuaded the carriage to turn around and go back to the city, he could solve all the troubles with just one finger.
However, Liu Chicheng was still wearing the pink Taoist robe at this moment, but the old guy said that none of the Qi practitioners below the tenth level, including the bullshit Golden Elixir Immortal, could not see the subtle blinding techniques he used.
Liu Chicheng stood beside the carriage, panting, and asked: "What, you guys want to run away too? Liu Gaohua, you unfilial son, can you bear to leave your parents in dire straits? There are so many demons making trouble in the city, you
As the son of a county guard, you should take the lead. At the very least, you should raise your arms and shout loudly, guard the gate of the county guard's house, and refuse to retreat until death. I have gone very far out of the city, but I still feel that I can't leave like this. Think about it.
, even a foreigner like me would feel that in the face of great righteousness, scholars like me should die generously..."
The old staff member was so angry that he wanted to slap the poor scholar in the face.
Liu Gaohua looked at the poor scholar with an idiot look on his face.
His sister's eyes were blurred with tears, and she held her hands over her heart, feeling that her Liu Lang must have wanted to see her.
Liu Gaohua rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to go back, go back on your own. I'm going to take refuge with my sister."
Liu Chicheng murmured in his heart, old man, what should I do? This brother-in-law has no heroic spirit. I am playing the piano to a cow.
Suddenly, Liu Chicheng found that he could no longer control his legs and "lightly" stepped on the official road.
Loud bang.
Waves of dust were rising above the entire official road. From the top of the city, it looked like a yellow dragon that was several miles long appeared out of thin air.
Liu Chicheng swallowed, coughed, put his hands behind his back, and tried to look more like a master, "To be honest, I, Liu Chicheng, am a hidden golden elixir realm god!"
The old staff member was shocked and was speechless for a moment.
I'm afraid only the top masters of the world in Caiyi Kingdom, such as the old sword god who lives in seclusion, can have the power of this kick, right?
Could it be that this obscure poor scholar in front of me is really a mountain god playing in the human world?
Liu Chicheng tried to tiptoe, thinking of flying directly to the carriage, but his body did not move at all, so he had to climb onto the carriage in despair, squeezed into the carriage, and sat cross-legged between the siblings who were looking at each other, Liu Chicheng turned around
He looked at the extremely excited woman and said with a smile: "Miss Liu, sincerity leads to success, right?"
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Chen Pingan and the girl Yinling came to a roof near the prefect's mansion. Chen Pingan stopped and the girl was about to ask questions. Chen Pingan pointed to the wall and tall building of the mansion. The girl looked in the direction and felt a chill in her heart.
, is a strong bow specially made by the Zhang Mo family, with the arrow tips pointing towards the two of them. There are more than a dozen bow-drawing warriors, all wearing colorful clothes and national military standard armor. The girl frowned and said: "It seems to be General Ma's relatives who stayed in the house.
The army may not recognize me, otherwise how many times should I shout? As long as I show up and explain, it will be fine. I am afraid that it will take a lot of time to ask questions in the official circles."
Chen Ping'an raised his head and glanced at the sky, hesitated for a moment, "We split up, you don't have to rush in. You might as well explain to them first after being stopped, but I have to find my friends immediately."
The girl also had a resolute and resolute character, nodded and said: "Okay! Just listen to the old god!"
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, jumped up, and an arrow came quickly. Chen Pingan's figure suddenly rose up, stepped on the arrow, and with a slight click, rushed straight to the county governor's house.