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Misty sword intent, with a single stroke of mind.

As soon as the ethereal sword intent of the Jiange of the new character came out, the minds of all the cultivators sitting cross-legged in the Jiange of Junlin were shocked.

Sitting while enlightening to the Tao, the Taoist mind and the divine soul are fighting each other, killing each other and uniting.

"Can you comprehend this trace of sword intent?" Xiao Wenwen's voice came again from the fire ruins of the Sword Pavilion of Xingzi.

His soul was shocked again, even Li Zhongdu's scalp was numb, and he opened his eyes all at once.

Daoist Baiyin looked at Xiao Wen in Huoxu, and said in a deep voice, "The sword intent is domineering, and the sword way of Tathagata Sword Heart is even more domineering."

As soon as he finished speaking, the "seven-color Liuyan" of the new word Jiange began to blur.

"Aren't you leaving, waiting for the sword sacrifice?" Baiyin Xiaodao shouted loudly.

The Taoists in the area around the Jiange of Junlin listened to the words of Taoist Baiyin, but they still didn't move.

"Hmph, the Junlin Jiange has long existed in name only. Sacrifice the sword...you come and try it." A middle-aged Taoist in a light gray Taoist robe looked at the leader of the silver trail with raised eyebrows.

"I heard that there is a person born with Taoism in Junlin Jiange, a seven-year-old Liying." Another person shouted, glanced at Mr. Baiyin and said, "You are a child born with Taoism... What's the use."

Listening to the sarcasm of these people, the head of the Baiyin trail did not change his face, and gave them a faint look.

The seven-color flames of Huo Ruins faded into mist, and a figure was gradually seen.The man was dressed in red, like blood spots.

"Husband..." Miss Mu'er shouted loudly.

"All of you can't get away." Xiao Wen asked with a groan, his murderous intent rising.

The little black dragon Chunchun looked at Xiao Wendao's bloody pupils, and wrapped Miss Mu'er and Li Zhong thousands of feet away.

"Husband, you won't kill me." Miss Mu'er said.

"That's not him." The little black dragon Chunchun pondered.

"He... is dead." Miss Mu'er asked with a daze.

"No, how could he die so easily." The little black dragon Chunchun said, looking in the direction of Junlin Jiange.

"Well, he must have made a deal with the master of Tathagata Jianxin." The leader of the Baiyin trail also pondered.

Tens of thousands of Taoists outside the Junlin Jiange swarmed into the Junlin Jiange, and they all went to kill Xiao Wendao.

Xiao Wen asked that the red color of his blood pupils was like the bloody clothes on his body, seeping blood beads.

"130 melon seeds." The little black dragon Chunchun said calmly.

The blood mist had just begun to rise, and the blood in the Jiange of Junlin had not yet dissipated.A group of people looked at the blood mist in the Jiange of Junlin, like a blood net.

"Ugh... ugh." Miss Mu'er bent down and retched.

The smell of blood was choking, Li Zhong gently patted Miss Mu'er on the back.After a while, Miss Mu'er finally got better.

The dark clouds rose again, Miss Mu'er looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and smiled like a daisy.

The paper umbrella was held above her head again, covering the heavy rain.

"No... I want to get drenched in the rain." Miss Mu'er pushed Li Zhong who was holding the umbrella away, and stood in the wind and rain with her face up.

The rain stopped and stopped, but the smell of blood still lingered.

The blood mist of the Junlin Jiange, after this heavy rain, can finally see the sword dome of the Junlin Jiange.

"Husband..." Miss Mu'er murmured.

Xiao Wendao stood on the dojo of Junlin Jiange with his sword in his hand, his blood pupils had long since faded, the corners of his mouth raised to pretend to be evil, and he stepped across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood step by step.

"Husband..." Miss Mu'er called out to Xiao Wen.

"Let's go." Xiao asked softly, turned around and left the King's Landing Sword Pavilion.

"When a demon thinks about it, he has to cherish his heart." Taoist Baiyin said behind him.

Xiao Wenwen went forward without hesitation, leaving the Junlin Jiange far behind, like throwing away a tree.

"Should we find Chanyi?" Miss Mu'er said.

"No, even if people in the entire mortal world want to kill her, I will keep her safe." Xiao Wenwen pondered, and continued: "My God, isn't it just for stabbing."

Miss Mu'er listened to Xiao Wenwen's words, and said: "Then if I poke a hole in the sky, will you also fill the sky for me?"

Xiao Wenwen didn't say a word, just walked forward lightly, eyes full of evil spirits.

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Bingsheng City is the closest city to the "Holy Ruins".

"In this holy city of soldiers, there is only one Taoist sect." Li Zhong said.

"Tianxiang Gate has been established for thirty years." Xiao asked in deep thought.

An ordinary inn, the proprietress of the inn is also a middle-aged lady, and she still has four points of charm.She turned her wonderful eyes and looked at Xiao Wendao and the others with strange faces.

"Everyone, what do you want to eat?" The proprietress asked with a light smile.

"Order food." Miss Mu'er blinked, looking at the little black dragon Chunchun.

"The most expensive...the best." The little black dragon Chunchun said without blinking.

"Slow... slowly. It really doesn't cost your family's money, it's a waste of money." Miss Mu'er teased, looked at the proprietress and said, "A pot of strong wine, and some meat dishes."

The proprietress listened to Miss Mu'er's words, and said: "It's okay to bring three catties of donkey meat."

"No, no." Miss Mu'er waved her hands repeatedly and continued, "My husband loves donkeys like his life."

When the proprietress heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled lightly, then looked at Xiao Wendao a few times, and said, "Master is kind-hearted, so it would be nice to replace it with sauced beef."

"Good... good." Miss Mu'er nodded and said.

When the proprietress turned around and ordered the servant, Xiao asked to put a Xumi ring in front of Miss Mu'er, and said: "The Xiao family does not lack gold and silver things."

Miss Mu'er looked at the Sumeru ring in front of her, studied it for a while, and asked, "This... how to use it."

"Forgot, she doesn't have the slightest cultivation base." Xiao asked in deep thought.

"It's okay, when I have free time, I'll teach her Taoism." Li Zhong said.

"No, I'll ask my husband to teach." Miss Mu'er said, holding the Sumeru Realm in her hand.

The sauced beef is seven points, slightly spicy and thick.The spirits are not too strong, just choking.

Miss Mu'er took a sip of the spirits, ate a few mouthfuls of sauced beef, then lay down on the wooden table, drunk.

"Heh, just listen to some storytellers order food, and learn from ordinary heroes." The little black dragon Chunchun said, and took a sip of strong wine.

Miss Mu'er was lying on the wooden table, her saliva dripping down her mouth, but she did not let go of the Sumeru ring she was holding in her hand.She was muttering something in her sleep, but Halazi was drooling a puddle.

"You're so drunk." The proprietress looked at Miss Mu'er, swaying her waist, and put a new pot of tea on their wooden table.

"Old shop... old wine, and such a beautiful proprietress." Li Zhong said quietly.

"Everyone, I'm here for the Holy Ruins," said the proprietress.

"I don't know if the proprietress has thirty years of youth." Li Zhong pondered, and put an ingot of gold on the wooden table.

The proprietress turned her wonderful eyes, glanced at the ingot of gold, then sat on Li Zhong's wooden stool, and said: "The guest officer is arrogant, but I, Hu Huaniang, dare not take it."

"Don't worry, the proprietress, it's just a heart-to-heart talk." Li Zhong said, filling a glass of wine for the proprietress.

"Je'er... go upstairs." The proprietress called out loudly.

The waiter of the wine shop ran up to the pavilion, looked at Xiao Wenwen and the others, and said, "Hua Niang, do you have an order."

"Dig out the underground flower brew of the golden sycamore tree and drink it." Hu Huaniang mused.

"300 years... or 500 years." The boy asked.

"The 300-year-old jar of flower wine." Hu Huaniang shouted.

"That jar of wine is the acquaintance of Huaniang and Tenggong, there is only one jar left. Drink it, but it will be gone." The young man raised his head and said.

"Hmph, he has no luck drinking, why not drink with someone who is destined." Hu Huaniang said.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and Hu Huaniang said harshly, "Could it be that this wine can't be served until I'm dead."

"Yes Yes."

But in a short while, the young man placed 300 years of flower wine on the wooden table.

The wine jar is simple and unsophisticated, but it was chiseled from black jade, and the fragrance of the wine is not overflowing.

"Thank you behind closed doors," Hu Huaniang said.

The boy lowered his head, then went downstairs to the restaurant, and closed the wooden door of the restaurant.

"Guest officer, come and taste my treasured flower wine." Hu Huaniang continued to say while pouring the wine, "This wine is originally the wedding wine for me and Mr. Teng to tie the knot, let's drink it today."

"Although my husband and I are good wine drinkers, we dare not drink this jar of wine." Li Zhong smiled lightly.

Xiao Wenwen was still drinking half a bowl of strong wine, and he didn't even look at the jar of thousand-year-old flower wine.

"Oh, I'm also very anxious, don't blame everyone." Hu Huaniang said, lowering her eyebrows and sighing.

"If you want something from someone, you might as well say it clearly." Li Zhong said aloud.

"Hey...then I'll just say it straight." Hu Huaniang lowered her eyebrows and took a sip of the flower wine, and continued: "Mr. Fuji and I have known each other for 300 years. He and I are fellow immortals. Cultivate Taoism in the city. Later, the Holy Ruins came into the world, and once they went there, they never returned.”

"How do you know that we came here because of the Holy Ruins?" Li Zhong asked deeply.

"Fresh, and... still young." Hu Huaniang said.

"In Bingsheng City, there are hundreds of thousands of Taoists coming and going, and we are definitely not the only ones who are still young. Why do you decide that we will go to the Holy Ruins." Li Zhong said what was in his heart.

Hu Huaniang looked at Xiao Wendao's bloody clothes, her eyes hurt, and she took a deep breath.

"Intuition... and the sword in his hand." Hu Huaniang said.

"What's so strange about my husband's sword?" Li Zhong asked quietly, not hiding his murderous aura behind him.

"You must have just come from the Sword Pavilion of Junlin, and the sword in his hand has just killed many people." Hu Huaniang murmured, half turning her eyes, and took a sip of the flower wine.

"Continue." Xiao asked, pondering.

Hu Huaniang listened to Xiao Wendao's words, a drop of sweat from her temples fell on the pink lapel, and it dried immediately.

"Jian Ran's murderous aura, Mr. must be very human. But in the surrounding area of ​​the Holy City of Soldiers, only the Holy Ruins can penetrate your eyes." Hu Huaniang said guessing in her heart.

"I don't need to say more about the rest." Li Zhong continued, groaning, "We are going to the Holy Ruins, but not to save or find people."

Hu Huaniang listened to Li Zhong's words, clasped her hands and said, "I, Hu Huaniang, have something to ask for, but I will never force others to make things difficult for me."

"Oh." Xiao asked softly.

In Hu Huaniang's hand, she took out a picture scroll, on which a young Taoist priest was depicted, with clear eyebrows and a jade-like appearance.

Suddenly, Miss Mu'er sat up straight and shouted, "Check out..."