Beginning Prehistoric: I Can Travel Through the Heavens

Chapter 22
Chapter 22

Outside Taiyuan City, everyone saw a tall gray city wall far away, about ten meters high, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

Xu Ning and the others drove a carriage through the official road. Before and after their carriage, there were caravans passing by.

On the sidewalks on both sides, there are farmers carrying vegetable baskets going into the city to sell vegetables.

At the end of the road, the city gate opened, and there were officials on both sides checking the passers-by, forming a long queue.

After all, Taiyuan Mansion is close to the Zhili imperial capital, so it is relatively prosperous.

"Stop, how many people are there in the convoy, and what are they going to do when they enter the city?" At the gate of the city, a burly official with a long beard saw Yan Chixia coming with two carriages and stopped him to ask.

"My lord, Xiaodao and others came to the city for..." Yan Chixia smiled, took out some broken silver from her arms, hid it in her hand, and handed it over.

The big man took it with a smile on his face. Just when he was about to let people pass, the companion beside him patted him to remind him.

"Old Huang, the magistrate has given an order. Don't forget to check the personnel carefully during these days." said the man in his 40s next to him.

After all, Yan Chixia was a foundation-building monk. She was so close at this moment, so she naturally heard the man's whispered reminder.

His heart moved, his expression remained unchanged on the surface, and he said with a smile: "You two officials, please do me a favor. I dragged my family and my family and drove for a few days to seek refuge with my cousin. I am really out of pocket..."

After saying that, he stretched out his two hands, holding a lot of gold and silver objects and handed them to the two of them.

The two accepted it calmly, their expressions improved a little, but they still handed over their hands and said: "Brothers, we are also doing this for the orders from above. Please understand."

However, the money Yan Chixia paid was not useless. The two men were very clean when checking things. When they saw a man and a woman in the first carriage, they lowered the curtain and went to the back without thinking much. .

Xu Ning was in the carriage, looking through the snow-white scarf sent by Qingqiu. It was filled with the life experience, advantages and possible shortcomings of the old Black Mountain demon.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. This scarf provided at least [-]% of his winning rate.

"Why would a big demon cave in Qingqiu send information about the old demon from Montenegro to me, a human being, who is also a demon clan?" Xu Ning was puzzled.

Moreover, when the two famous fox demons in Liaozhai left, they said that it was her blessing that the little fox named Qingyan in front of me came with me.

"Why does this look more and more like the script of Journey to the West? I have become Tang Monk?" Xu Ning complained as he thought about the five people coming along the way, all kinds of monsters and monsters blocking the way, and the goodwill expressed by forces like Qingqiu.

At this moment, there was a sudden quarrel outside.

After opening the car curtain, Xu Ning saw a burly man struggling with Qing Yan.

After the big man saw Qingyan, there was a trace of purple in his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed Qingyan directly, and at the same time said: "I'll wait for you!"

After all, Qingyan was a fox demon who was practicing in the Cyclone Shining realm. Faced with the mortal's grasp, she dodged sideways while waving her long sleeves to repel the big man.

But just as the cyan sleeves slapped the big man, there were sudden bursts of shattering sounds from his chest and abdomen, and he was thrown backwards, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Murder, kill!"

There were many people queuing up behind Xu Ning's carriage. They were originally watching the fun and wanted to squeeze to the front. But after the big man who was an official died, those people shouted and backed away, hating their parents. He stayed away from Xu Ning and his group as if he had two legs. "I...I didn't mean to..." Qingyan couldn't believe it. She had acted in a measured manner. This move was just to repel the opponent, not to take the opponent's name.

At this moment, the curtain at the back was lifted, and Xu Ning walked out expressionlessly, walking down step by step.

The footsteps gradually sounded as if they were stepping on Qing Yan's heart. Not to mention the imprisoned tree demon grandma, the female ghost killed by Xu Ning with one finger has been deeply buried in Qing Yan's memory and has become her most profound memory. of terror.

"Your Majesty..." Qingyan's pink and rosy face was pale at the moment, her big eyes were filled with fear, she was biting her lips tightly and trembling all over.

However, Xu Ning directly ignored Qing Yan and walked to the big man lying on the ground with blood stains on his body.

"Do you still have to pretend in front of me?" Xu Ning chuckled lightly, pointed out with one finger, and moved towards the middle of the big man's eyebrows.

At this moment, between the man's eyebrows, a ray of purple light went outwards, transforming into a man wearing purple clothes with strange angles on his head.

The man stood on the ground, with a long, pointed tail wrapped around his waist behind him.

"This little fox demon killed a human race in front of the venerable human race. I wonder what punishment the venerable will give him?" The scorpion spirit smiled and showed no fear in the face of Xu Ning. Instead, the villain complained first and pointed at Qing Yan who was at a loss.

Xu Ning didn't know what the scorpion spirit in front of him was doing. He thought he was a fool or a blind man. He couldn't tell that it was the scorpion spirit who was doing something strange.

"If your brain is sick, go home and get it treated." Xu Ning punched out, and in an instant, it was as if a vast ocean emerged and covered the scorpion spirit.

"No, you shouldn't..." Before the scorpion spirit could finish his words, he was hit by Duanhai's punch. Every part of his body was hit by the punch and turned into pieces and scattered.

"Ye Liang, you drive." After crushing a small ant that had not yet established its foundation, Xu Ning glanced at Qing Yan who was biting her lip, and then climbed into the carriage.

"Miss Qingyan, go to another carriage." Ye Liang's eyes lit up and he exchanged carriages with Qingyan.

In the short period of ten breaths between the appearance of the scorpion spirit and Xu Ning's punch, all the people outside Taiyuan City had already fled. Even the guards at the city gate disappeared at this moment, and they did not collect the corpses of their colleagues at all. idea.

In this way, everyone entered Taiyuan City inexplicably.

On the other side, this is an underground cave, pitch black and extremely cold.

At this moment, on a table and chair in the center, a bead emitting green light was placed. Next to it sat a man, a woman, and a white skeleton.

The man was wearing a light blue Taoist robe. Although his long hair was already snow-white, he was cheerful and had an elegant appearance, looking like an old immortal.

The white skeleton sat peacefully at the table, silent, waiting for something.

The woman wore a purple soft armor, which only protected some parts, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the moist cave, and a small blue scorpion no bigger than a finger crawled toward the three of them, and finally came to the woman's side and climbed up along her slender and straight legs. , passing through the smooth and tender back, falling into his ear and saying something.

"Old Taoist, Xu Ning didn't do what you said." The woman took the little scorpion off her ear, looked at the old Taoist, and said in a cold voice.

PS: To recommend the book "Revival of Spiritual Energy: I Suppress All Races", you can search for the author's pen name: Wen Jin
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