One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Zhao Qingxu only mentioned one or two application methods of that "artifact", which already terrified his subordinates.

If this treasure is successfully refined, the Great Xia court's control over the people will reach its peak.

One billion people live in an invisible net, and by that time, it will be difficult for Sanmen to move forward.

Zhao Qingxu sighed: "Maybe only the Great Xia court knows how much magical power that artifact still has. It is said that it took them thousands of years to develop it. The Great Xia emperor values ​​it very much, and it must not be underestimated."

Having said that, several Sanmen members of the Anxi sub-helm said solemnly:

"Brother Zhao, we understand that this thing must not appear in the world, and must be stopped at all costs."

Zhao Qingxu nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, everyone should cheer up and don't be afraid. Shangfeng is in charge of this operation, and we mainly provide information."

As they spoke, several people left the house and scattered around the city lord's mansion, using their own methods to monitor the movements of the chrysanthemum rock crystal.

And Song Yun was watching them.

Time passed quietly, and nothing else happened.

The transportation of chrysanthemum rock crystals seems to be just one of the countless daily tasks that the Anxi City Lord's Mansion has to complete. There is nothing special about it, and few people even pay attention to it.

On the third day, just after dawn, a black-winged bat flew up from the City Lord's Mansion.

This bat is huge, with a wingspan of nearly one foot, and a wooden box is carried on its back, and it rises steadily into the sky.

Song Yun sat on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. In the [Anxi real-time map], this scene has been clearly displayed.

You don't need to look at it to know that this is the spiritual avatar of the city lord Shang Xiangyun.

The chrysanthemum rock crystal to be sent this time weighs only ten catties, so naturally there is no need to send a convoy to slowly transport it. Shang Xiangyun simply made a trip by himself, which is quick and convenient.

He thought it was very covert, but Zhao Qingxu had already been waiting outside the city.

Spotting the black shadow flying rapidly in the air, Zhao Qingxu quickly released a flying light talisman and sent a message to the distance.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, the people at the helm of Anxi dispersed, some returned to the vicinity of the city lord's mansion, and some followed the direction of the bat.

After the few people walked away, Song Yun stepped out of the city gate unhurriedly, dispersed his spiritual thoughts, and observed the movement ahead.

The flying speed of bats is extremely fast. Even with a load of chrysanthemum rock crystals weighing ten catties, they can reach the designated place in less than half an hour, which is Suzhou, which is adjacent to the desert.

Once there, people from the imperial court will take over.

The black-winged bat flew high in the sky, and its spiritual thoughts spread quietly in all directions like ripples. Once it encountered obstacles, it would bounce back quickly.

This is also one of the advantages of bat clones - super perception.

However, after flying for a short while, Shang Xiangyun felt something was wrong.

This desert is so open, so quiet.

There is not even a vulture nearby, and there are no animals like sand foxes and gerbils on the ground. It seems that he is the only one left flying alone between the sky and the earth.

The black-winged bat stopped suddenly, hung in mid-air, and said coldly:

"Sanmen guy, get out to my city lord!"

Swish, swish, swish... three figures flew out from the depths of the sandy ground, and instantly surrounded Shang Xiangyun.

"City Lord Shang, it's not easy to train this avatar of yours, and I don't want to do anything, hand over the chrysanthemum pattern rock crystal, and you can leave safely."

"Oh, don't report the message secretly anymore, it's useless, this place has been isolated by the formation."

These three people are all venerables, and their realm is no less than that of Shang Xiangyun. In a real fight, they are naturally sure to win.

Shang Xiangyun stared at the three of them, showing a disgusted expression, "You loose mice, you sneak in everywhere. I didn't expect Anxi to be infiltrated by you."

"But it's useless. I really thought that the city lord would not guard against you? My main body has been maintaining a spiritual connection with the clone. I just broke the connection. I must have started asking for help."

The three immediately laughed, "City Lord Shang has a heart, but it's a pity that a formation has been set up outside the City Lord's mansion, and your body has already been trapped by us."

Halfway through the conversation, taking advantage of Shang Xiangyun's shock, the three of them made a sudden move!

The four venerables fought fiercely above the sky.

Although Shang Xiangyun's black-winged bat was nimble, but its fighting power was mediocre, it soon fell into a disadvantage and was knocked to the ground by the three of them.

The box containing the chrysanthemum rock crystals was also snatched away, and the three of them opened it to see that there was a large lump of brown translucent rock crystals with fine chrysanthemum-like stripes on them, which was true.

The three of them were overjoyed, threw out a formation plate, suppressed the black-winged bat in place, and then fled away.

The speed back and forth was extremely fast, and it didn't take half a stick of incense.

The black-winged bat could only yell under the array, and it would take at least half an hour to break through the suppression, by which time Sanmen Venerable would have already fled away.

In the air, three Sanmen venerables hugged the chrysanthemum pattern rock crystal and headed south all the way, and they were about to leave the desert soon.

"This time the task was completed very smoothly, and everyone has credit for going back!"

The three of them had just looked happy, but suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of them——

A young man in his early 20s, dressed in a simple white gown of Gebu, with a long blue sword across his waist, looked at the three of them quietly.

It was Song Yun.

The leader of the Martial Sage Sanmen found that he couldn't see through the details of the young man in white, his expression became serious, he cupped his hands, and said quickly:
"Why did you stop us? It's okay if you need help, but please get out of the way and let a friend of mine pass first. He has something urgent."

As he spoke, he pouted and motioned for the ghost who was holding the box beside him to go first.

With a clang, the bronze long sword was unsheathed.

The sharp sharp edge refracted dazzling light under the first sun, which frightened the ghost fairy to stop.

Song Yun smiled and said, "Leave things, but people can leave."

"Otherwise, things and people would have to stay together."

The three venerables of Sanmen frowned together, with unkind expressions on their faces, staring at Song Yun and saying:
"Your Excellency is not a member of the imperial court, is it? That is the venerable Jianghu? Do you know what will happen if you become an enemy of Sanmen?"

Song Yun pointed his sword at the three of them, "I just know that if you don't listen to me, you will end up miserable."

The time for this operation is urgent, and the strong men from the imperial court will come at any time, the Sanmen three dare not delay, so they can only act at this moment.

"Go together!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a whoosh.

Song Yun's figure flashed tens of feet away in an instant, and rushed in front of the leader Sanmen Wusheng.

With a simple kick, it landed on the stomach of the Martial Saint.

There are no fancy tricks, just fast enough and sudden enough that people can't react at all.

The Martial Saint's face turned purple in an instant, he felt his intestines were broken, and there was still a rush of energy in his chest and abdomen, which made him unable to gather his strength at all.

He lost his fighting power in an instant, clutching his stomach, and bowed down in pain.

Song Yun didn't kill him either, the hilt of his sword fell down violently, knocking him to the ground.

At this time, the other two ghost immortals had just summoned their divine sense avatars, and they were stunned when they saw this scene.

In the blink of an eye, a martial sage was dealt with neatly.

This can only show that the fighting power of this young man in white is far above them!

And the strength of the two of them is not as good as the leader Wu Sheng, if they really fight, they will only lose faster.

At this moment, Song Yun stretched out his left hand to the two of them again, "Bring me something."

Seeing Song Yun's gaze and then at the Martial Saint lying on the ground, the two ghost immortals from Sanmen had no intention of fighting, so they could only hand over the wooden box obediently.

Their hearts seemed to be bleeding. Sanmen had prepared for such a long mission and consumed a lot of manpower and material resources to get the ore with great difficulty.

In a blink of an eye, people cut off their beards!