A donkey who has entered the Tao is naturally full of spirituality.

An Qisheng was not surprised, he clasped the bronze mirror with his palm, and all kinds of resources in this bronze mirror had emerged in his heart.

Mixing a sect is only a small sect, with few people and no jurisdiction to provide support, naturally there will not be many good things under the death of Zong Po.

It is nothing more than some medicinal herbs, spiritual rice, spiritual spring, and some worldly gold and silver.

But for him at this time, it has a lot of use.

When he thought about it, he flicked his fingers, the restriction on the bronze mirror had been swept away by his will, and a pill the size of a longan took off.

The donkey raised his head, swallowed the medicine pill, and shuddered comfortably: "Ah~"

The donkey got the benefit, and stopped staring at An Qisheng, slapped its tail and found a corner to lie down.

Chew slowly.

"Mr. Monster, have you really thought about it?"

Lan Lingtong got out again, looking at An Qisheng intently, with some worry in his heart: "Or is it because of the trouble this little old man caused?"

"How can they force me to choose?"

Lying reclining on the rocking chair, facing the sky, the sky is blue and cloudless.

The sun shines brightly, and all things are covered.

It also seems that someone is lying on the sky above the clouds, overlooking the vast world.

Earth Immortal Dao has strict laws, and infinite inspiration is intertwined in all subtle places like a web of sky, and anyone who is in it is like a spider web.

If you want to break out, you have to get in.

"Anyway, it's better to be careful."

The little blue-skinned monster sighed, only to feel that he sighed less in his life than after following this Mr. Monster.

"That's natural."

Stuffing the 'dust mirror' into his cuff, An Qisheng slowly lowered his skin and fell into deep meditation.

He is cautious.

Far more cautious than Sanxin Lan Lingtong thought.

In the face of a person who can 'traverse time and space' and get stuck at the node of his dream, he almost killed himself before he fell into the dream.

A little carelessness may be irreversible.

An Qisheng never looked down on himself, but he didn't think that his ten thousand years of practice would be higher than others' tens of millions of years of Taoism.

No one is born invincible.

......

Huhu~

The stream of light came in a burst of wind and landed on the barren hills. The divine light dissipated, revealing a figure, but it was a middle-aged man with a tall nose and broad eyes.

He was wearing a plain yellow shirt, carrying a long knife on his back, and holding a compass in his hand. He saw a large area of ​​ruins between the mountains and ravines in the distance.

"A dozen days ago, that person's breath was clearly gone, how could it be..."

The middle-aged man murmured slightly to himself, but looked behind him: "The ghost doesn't leave."

huh~

A ray of sword light came from the east, and suddenly it landed on another mountain top, but there was sword light lingering around, and the figure was nowhere to be seen.

Even if the words came out, it was like a sword cry, with distortion, and it was difficult to distinguish its original appearance:

"Brother Lin, if you want to get rid of me, you are still a bit short of time!"

"Hid your head and show your tail."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, and it was difficult to restrain the killing intent in his heart: "Dare to pretend to be my name of Pingbo Tower to exterminate the family, but dare not report the name of the house?! "

Lin Baimei's heart was boiling with killing intent.

"Hahaha!"

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The sword light lingered, and a long laughter sounded: "I am originally from the Pingbo Building, how can I talk about impersonation? Besides, that mixed sect master is the 'Jinglong' who died in your Lin Baimei. Knife down!"

"joke!"

Lin Baimei stared at the person who came, and his cold eyes seemed to tear the sword light around him: "There is no master of unknown origin in the world, who are you?! Why did you take the name of me and destroy Hunyi?!"

"What's wrong with me?"

The master of Jianguang sneered again and again: "A certain family is just seeing injustice, preventing you from killing and mixing the remaining members of the family."

"You also sent others to kill that bastard?!"

Lin Baimei was furious and couldn't bear it any longer.

Although he didn't like to mix things up, he definitely couldn't tolerate someone who used his name to commit this kind of killing.

boom!

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the wind suddenly picked up around him, and the sky was rolling like a tidal wave, like a dragon's long sword unsheathed, bursting out with an extremely ferocious sword light:

"Damn things!"

"Hahaha! Want to kill me?"

The master of the sword light drove the sword light like a curtain, covering the hundred miles of sky, splitting a large cloud stream, and under the guard of the clanging sword sound, he replied with an indifferent sneer:

"You can not!"

Boom!

The mountains roared and roared, the wind was rolling for thousands of miles, and large swathes of smoke and dust mixed with soil and sand rose into the sky.

The mighty sound shook the mountains and rivers, causing thousands of birds to whine, and all beasts to flee.

Under the sound of fierce confrontation and collision, the eyes in the deep mountains also project from one after another, or cold, or fear, or hate.

Not long after, a tiger roar resounded throughout the world.

roar~~~

......

"Gudong~"

Like a stone falling into a deep well, Qiao Qier couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his palms shaking slightly.

A piece of purple gold!

Looking at the purple gold ingot, Qiao Qi'er seemed to be in a dream.

In Da Zhou, gold is the most precious, and purple is the pole.

An ingot of Zijin, no, one-tenth of this ingot is enough to buy a small half of the outer city, dozens of streets, and tens of thousands of houses that are far better than the houses you rent.

This was something he had only heard from the storytellers of the teahouse in the city, a legend.

But now, in front of him, there is an ingot of purple gold.

In fact, Zijin is not a currency used in the secular world. It is mostly circulated between sects. It is the king of currency for weighing medicinal pills and spiritual rice, magic weapons and spiritual materials.

Even for a cultivator like Gong Yangyan, it is considered precious.

"Master~"

Gong Yangyan's voice made a trill: "This, this is what the old sect master entrusted me to keep, not my secret..."

He was a little guilty and a little hurt.

In the dust mirror, there are not only the things left by the old sect master, but also the belongings accumulated by the chief housekeeper who has been working as a messenger for more than 200 years.

Heart dripping blood.

"Yan Lao has a heart, I lost everything on my body, but it relieves the urgent need."

An Qisheng asked Qiao Qi'er, whose hands and feet were trembling, to put away the ingot of purple gold, and didn't bother to pay attention to the little old man's careful thoughts, and turned to look at Qiao Qi'er:

"Take us to the inner city for a walk."

"Predecessor, senior, are you going to the inner city?"

Qiao Qi'er swallowed, but his hands and feet couldn't stop shaking. This was Zijin.

Even if he chops firewood for three hundred years, he will never earn one-tenth of this ingot of purple gold.

How could this make him calm down?

"Sect Master, do you want to stay in this small town?"

When Gong Yangyan heard this, he immediately forgot his distress, and became a little anxious: "If the murderer who killed the family really followed, and we stayed here, wouldn't we be asking for our own death? I..."

At this point, Gong Yangyan's heart suddenly trembled.

Suddenly raising his head, he saw that the inspiration was rolling in the distance, faintly heard the collision of soldiers, the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roaring, and immediately shouted 'not good'.

As the sect master said, the murderer really came after him!

"not good......"

Gong Yangyan's face was covered in cold sweat, and when he turned his head, he saw that the owner of the house seemed to have not noticed, and walked towards the door with the little beggar.

Immediately stomped: "Sect Master, my Sect Master! That murderer really killed him! Why are you still like this, like this..."

Angrily speechless.

"How else could it be?"

An Qisheng kept walking, but just asked: "If someone really kills someone, can it be safer outside the city than a city with the Great Zhou Edict?"

Great Zhou Edict!

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Anti-cultivators must not move without name in the city. Those who violate the order will be strangled by the first violent organ of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the "Jingye Si"!

"Uh....."

Gong Yangyan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "The decree of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not a panacea, a figure condensed into a great elixir, and some means to force us out! We are still..."

"An hour."

"What hour?"

"An hour later..."

Gong Yangyan was stunned for a moment, and saw his sect master stop in the courtyard, stretched out a finger, his face and tone were as calm as before:

"Avenge the revenge of your entire family!"