Xianxia: Big Brother Tianyongcheng

"Help! Help me!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…"

A heart-wrenching mourning sounded from the mouths of the virgin boys and girls.

However, in the ears of the disciples of the Moon Worship Cult, these wailing before death were indifferent, even envy and fanaticism, but lacked the sympathy that human beings should have.

"¨"Water Warcraft, my old friend, you are one step closer to awakening."

After the sacrifice was over, the Moon Worship Sect Master showed a smile.

The water monsters in the low pool seemed to be responding to the Moon Worshiping Sect Master. There was a slight tremor in the earth, and waves swayed on the surface of Broken Soul Pool.

At this moment, by the pool.

There are no shadows of virgins and girls, and there are only skeletons all over the ground.

Bones are like mountains!

Tired and boundless!

Terrible! (Li Qianhao)

A small human skeleton, like rubbish, was piled up on the ground, no one cared about it, no one was buried, let the wind blow and rain, and it became an abandoned child.

"Huh? The Valley Master of Burning Heaven Valley?"

Suddenly, the leader of the worship of the moon withdrew his smile, and his deep eyes looked at the void somewhere.

The originally calm void, for some reason, suddenly swayed with void ripples.

In the next instant, an old man with black hair came out from behind the void and appeared in this space-time.

"Worship the moon."

Bai Yunqing walked out of the void and hovered in front of the Moon Worship Sect Master.

At a glance, the leader of the worship of the moon can see that he is not Bai Yunqing's real body, but a avatar in the early stage of God Transformation.

Chapter 172 _I want to make a deal with two seniors

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Tianyong City, a different courtyard.

Misty Bieyuan, one of the famous scenic spots in Tianyong City, is famous for its elegant scenery.

"Hehe, it turns out that Daoxuan Zhenren is also here."

As soon as the head of Shushan, Qingwei Daochang entered the Misty Other Courtyard, he saw Daoxuan, the real person of Zhuxianzong.

"Xiao Xiaoyou has an invitation, - why can't this old man not come?"

Daoxuan real person smiled and said.

That's right, Daoist Master Qingwei and Master Daoxuan appeared in Misty Other Courtyard because they received an invitation from Xiao Yu.

If it was in the past, they would not have given Xiao Yu the face of this junior, nor would they have wasted time here.

But now it is different, Xiao Yu has become the young head of Tianyongcheng, and he must give face.

Daoist Qingwei said slowly: "By the way, is Xiao Yu Xiaoyu here yet?"

"People have already arrived, and they are sitting in the pavilion."

Master Daoxuan pointed to Tingxuan in front of him.

The pavilion has four vermilion wooden pillars supporting a jasper-colored roof. Around Tingxuan, white mist is shrouded in mist, misty and dreamy, and hazy. You can only see a person sitting inside, but you can't see his face.

"Senior Daoxuan, senior Qingwei, and junior thank you two for your appreciation."

Suddenly, a hearty voice came from the pavilion shrouded in white mist.

Master Daoxuan and Daoist Qingwei recognized that this voice came from Xiao Yu's mouth.

Involuntarily, they looked at the gazebo and wanted to see what the other party was up to.

ding dong~~

A melodious piano sound resounded in the pavilion, breaking the bottleneck of the mountains.

At the same time as the sound of the piano is clear, there is a wind blowing from the mountains, and the breeze is refreshing.

The breeze blew Daoxuan and the slight white hair on his head, and at the same time, also blew away the white mist that covered the pavilion, and the scene inside the pavilion was clearly exposed.

"This is……?"

Seeing the scene inside the pavilion, Daoxuan Zhenren has a pupil.

At this moment, his ancient well-free face actually showed a little excitement.

Seeing the treasure in the pavilion, a pair of Qingwei Daolong eyebrows jumped.

I saw inside the pavilion, the furnishings were very simple, a censer with incense, an ordinary rosewood table, and a futon.

Xiao Yu was sitting on the futon, with a guqin on his knees, his hands as white as suet, playing it gently, making a crisp ding dong sound, the melodious sound of the violin made people feel at ease.

And a step away, on the red sandalwood table, there is an ancient mirror.