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Looking at the person coming, Feng Ming silently put away the sound transmission jade slip, squeezed his throat, squeezed out some yin and yang words, and his whole expression was also very weird, like a yin and yang person possessed.

The sound of choking his throat was like a cat whose throat was pinched, and hearing it made people get goosebumps all over.

"Smelly boy, speak well."

Disgusting his master, Feng Ming rolled his eyes.

It looked very rude, but that was only to his own master, and he was very respectful to the other two seniors, he bent forward to salute, showing a humble junior to the fullest.

Looking at the poor ancestor blowing his beard and staring.

Why does this brat only know how to respect others?
Is it because he, the master, is unworthy?
"Master, why are you coming so slowly?"

Feng Ming was still a bit brooding about this.

Patriarch Poor Ji frowned, "I have encountered a small matter, and it has been resolved."

"Are you ready to enter the city?"

Seeing that Master didn't want to say more, Feng Ming didn't bother to ask.

"It's time to enter the city. Master and a few seniors came just in time. The senior sister said that the city lord's mansion is in chaos. Let us seize this opportunity and go in now and break in directly."

The last three words were added by Feng Ming himself.

Although the senior sister didn't say that, he figured out what the senior sister meant.

"Then let's go first."

Knowing that the little girl is probably in that city now, whether it is Mozun or Patriarch Danzong, they are more anxious than Patriarch Qiongji, the real master.

The poor patriarch really wanted to grab their collars and tell them that he was the master of that stinky girl.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and gather your disciples?"

Looking at the motionless Yueshan and the stinky apprentice, the Poor Patriarch was a little annoyed.

After leaving these words, the two people he saw were about to reach the gate of the city, so he hurriedly followed.

No matter what you say, you can't let these two advance into the city. How can you say that he is the master of the stinky girl. There is no reason to save his little apprentice, but let others beat him as the master.

"Sovereign, I will also go ahead."

Without giving Yue Shan any chance to refuse, Feng Ming's speed was at full speed, and he disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only the fallen leaves that were blown up by the wind and fluttered down.

Over the mountain...

Yue Shan was expressionless.

He silently waved away the elders of several sects who were planning to discuss with him when to enter the city, and asked them to gather all the disciples they had brought over and enter the city.

There is no need to keep people outside. Several Huashen bosses are here. With such a strong backing, why are you afraid that someone will respond to an accident?

Such a strong lineup can still cause accidents, even if the evil lord from thousands of years ago is not alive.

Even though the city lord's mansion was in chaos, the person responsible for registering the entry of people at the gate of the city who has not received any news is still lying on the small wooden table as before, with a sleepy and leisurely look.

On both sides of the city gate are two city guards.

They are as motionless as wood, carrying out their work conscientiously.

The sudden sharp breath caused the person in charge of registration to stagger and fall to the ground with a bang, and the small bench he was sitting on flipped over and hit his leg.

He was dazed, and wanted to get up but the pressure on his body was as heavy as a thousand catties. He felt that the air around him became thinner in an instant.

His breathing was also a little short, and his complexion slowly flushed and turned blue.

But until now he has not realized what happened, his mind is still blank.

"What do you want to do?"

He vaguely seemed to have heard this sentence.

"Blind, of course you are entering the city."

The extraordinarily arrogant and slightly familiar words also entered his mind.

His head, which was a little heavy due to lack of oxygen, became even more swollen and painful.He shook his head and wanted to push himself up to see what was going on, but his hands softened and his vision went black. He only felt a tearing pain, and then he completely lost consciousness.

Blood flowers flew, and bright red manjusawa bloomed on the ground.

Weird and treacherous.

"What nonsense?"

Uh……

Feng Ming touched his nose in embarrassment.

Seeing those three people explode under the pressure of the Demon Lord, turning into a rain of blood, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this Demon Lord is really powerful and resolute.

There are no blind guys blocking it.

Satisfied, Mozun withdrew his hand and was about to enter the city.

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The man in black in the study of the City Lord's Mansion sensed the familiar aura when he approached the city gate.

His face was ugly, and the black mist around him was like a ghost with teeth and claws, surging crazily and making bursts of bursting sounds in the air.

"Damn it, why are they here?"

Now he has recovered less than [-]% of his strength, and it is completely courting death to fight against them.

Now he can no longer bear the sword of the poor ancestor.

It seems that some things are going ahead.

Sacrificial offerings do not have to be carried out when there is no moon.

He gathered his breath and pushed the door open.

Just when the few people were about to enter the city, a billowing black mist appeared on Tushan City.

They are like the condensed dark clouds, extremely low and extremely low.

That kind of wordless sense of oppression makes people feel very uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.

There is also an inexplicable sense of panic that the sky is about to fall.

The three poor ancestors, because they were strong enough, were the first to notice something, their eyes were fixed, and they stepped into the city without even thinking about it.

But the lifted foot, the overflowing spiritual power, was blocked by a gray barrier.

The familiar aura coming out from the barrier made the poor ancestor's complexion not very good-looking.

Even the ancestor of Dan Zong had a dark face.

Only Mozun, who didn't know it, frowned, looked at the two and asked, "Do you know the owner of this enchantment?"

Although it was a question, it was actually determined.

"The evil clan Shangshi, a month ago, he led the war, I didn't expect him to be alive."

It was he who was careless.

The Poor Patriarch who was put together is really not in a good mood at the moment.

Those eyes looked at the barrier in front of him, and all good things were shining with sword light.

"The scourge has been around for thousands of years, because he hid it too deeply, and we didn't find it at the time."

So this arrogant person is the guy who almost destroyed the Demon Realm.

Very good, I thought he was dead at first, and I couldn't take action to kill him personally, so I felt regretful and depressed, but now I found out that he is not dead.

It seems that what he prepared before can still come in handy now.

Bloodlust flashed in Mozun's eyes.

When the wrist was flipped, a blood-colored long sword billowing with devilish energy appeared out of thin air, and he held it tightly in the palm of his hand. The devilish energy surged in his palm, and a large amount of devilish energy was injected. The originally blood-colored long sword instantly turned red. The light, the prosperity of red light, is as gorgeous as blood.