Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The chosen son is sad about the past, but Jian Ying still sleeps in the cold current!

The Xuantian Sect's Xuantian Constellation Formation finally advanced to the position outside the sword formation that trapped Shen Yichen, forming a hemispherical net formation with the endless abyss as the center.

All the martial artists in Jianying Holy City were trapped in this net formation. Except for the people guarding the formation, all the Xuantian Sect members rushed to the edge of Jianying's inner city. The people from Mingjie were coming, and this time they were more ferocious and powerful. The strange clouds as dark as ink above the endless abyss were proof of this!

The distribution of forces on the walls of Jianying's inner city is very strange.

To the south stood Wan Er, carrying a big sword.

To the north stood Han Da, carrying a huge axe.

To the west is the Ji family, but there are only two people, Demon Slayer Linglingshou and Ji Yinan.

To the east were the people of Xuantian Sect, led by an old woman in plain clothes. There were many people in Xuantian Sect, but they did not spread out in the east, south, and north directions.

The aura of the two heroes of Qihui Mountain and the Demon-Slaying Lingling was too strong, and the people of Xuantian Sect did not dare to approach them. That was murderous aura, terrifying murderous aura!

As if they had discussed it beforehand, everyone was quietly waiting for the invading enemy from the Dark Realm. The atmosphere was depressing and quiet.

The rest of the people in the martial arts world hid between Jianying Inner City and Xuantian Star Array. This time, there was no entanglement of grievances and grudges. They were all paying attention to the situation in Jianying Inner City. The black clouds in the sky really gave people a feeling of a heavenly calamity. Everyone was still frightened, listening to the sound of the wind and feeling the approach of death.

Mu Qingxue and the little Taoist boy really came to find the Demon-Slaying Feather Head, and flew and landed not far to the right of the Demon-Slaying Feather Head.

Mu Qingxue was still a little nervous inside, but she looked calm!

"Senior, I hope you're all well. Hey, what happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?"

The little Taoist boy raised his hand and patted his forehead. Along the way, Mu Qingxue was afraid, worried, and rejected. But when she really got here, she didn't feel timid at all.

The little Taoist boy marveled in his heart:

"Life is a play, and you are a drama queen!"

Demon-Slaying Lingling Shou and Ji Yinan looked normal and ignored Mu Qingxue, as if they pretended Mu Qingxue didn't exist.

"Senior, it's pointless to pretend you don't know me, right? I'm here to help you. There should be a lot of Ji family members in Jianying Holy City. I admire and respect your demon-slaying heart from the bottom of my heart. The other Ji family members are not so good. They are all good-for-nothings!"

The little Taoist boy gave a thumbs up, expressing his admiration from the bottom of his heart!

But Demon-Mie Linglingshou and Ji Yinnan remained as still as rocks, without any reaction.

Mu Qingxue felt something was wrong, turned to look at the little Taoist boy, and asked softly:

"What's going on, little brat?"

"Just conserve your energy. Do you think they're the same as you? They're here to slay demons and kill people. Don't scream or pee your pants later!"

"Shut up! Only a little brat like you would wet your pants. I'm the eldest daughter of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect!"

"Hey, Miss Wanmo Sect, the Ji family apologizes for not welcoming you from afar!"

Ji Xuanyan in black came and she landed on the left side of Demon-Slaying Lingling.

Mu Qingxue did not act rashly this time because she saw a pair of eyes that were charming and deep, with a soul-filled aura of majesty. While she admired their beauty, she was also afraid of their severity.

"Little brat, who is this woman?"

"How would I know? There are people you're afraid of? They're rare!"

"Who's afraid of her? We're not familiar with each other!"

"I heard that the Myriad Demon Sect possesses a divine instrument called the Dai Konghou. I wonder if Miss Mu has inherited its true art. Would you be willing to play a piece with me to liven up today's event?"

After Ji Xuanyan in black finished speaking, she sat cross-legged with a yaqin placed in front of her.

Mu Qingxue frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she said softly:

"Little brat, protect me! I want to meet her!"

Mu Qingxue took out a musical instrument. It was as black as ink, with ancient patterns on it that were time-worn and the strings were as white as jade. This was the Dai Konghou of the Wanmo Sect.

Mu Qingxue has been learning since she was young, but at that time she only learned the music scores and tunes, and never really grasped the charm of it.

The reason is very simple. The Dai Konghou needs to be played with true energy. Mu Qingxue has been suffering from illness and dared not really use the Dai Konghou. Today is the first time. She doesn’t know what the effect will be, but she is the eldest daughter of the Wanmo Sect. Since the Ji family has made a move, she certainly cannot lose!

"Let me use his words to advise you, don't piss your pants!"

Ji Xuanyan in black is really mean!

The little Taoist boy looked at the qin, frowned slightly, and advised softly:

"How about forgetting it!"

"Little brat, I'm a talented girl. Let me play a song for you!"

“Ding-dang, ding-dang, ding-dang, ding-dang…”

Amidst the endless murderous aura in Jianying's inner city, the sound of a zither rang out. Its melody was lingering and its tone was so inappropriate, yet it made people feel so comfortable!

"Girl, if one day you die at the hands of the Ji family, I will bury you by the Tiancang River!"

Demon-Slaying Feather Head suddenly said something very puzzling!

Mu Qingxue didn't hear it at all, she was playing the music with her eyes closed.

Mu Qingxue's body was outside the music, but her heart was inside it. There was murderous aura there, murderous aura coming from the woman playing the piano. No, that's not right. Mu Qingxue sensed it very quickly. The murderous aura was not from the woman playing the piano, but it was the woman playing the piano who led her to sense it.

Mu Qingxue didn't know what it meant, but her heart moved with the music and she followed the sound.

Mu Qingxue finally saw the source of the murderous aura. It was the demon soldiers, the evil soldiers. Their armor was glowing with a strange glow, and their faces were solemn and murderous. It was not just one demon soldier, but a group of them, and the team was endless.

Mu Qingxue's heart was trembling, a trembling that came from her soul. The strong murderous aura devoured her music and gnawed at her soul.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mu Qingxue fell into the arms of the little Taoist boy.

"Quick, run away!"

Poor Mu Qingxue fell into coma again.

"Hey!"

Ji Xuanyan in black stopped the song, sighed softly, looked up at the void, and whispered to herself:

"What's coming has finally come!"

The little Taoist boy looked at the injured Mu Qingxue in his arms, his expression changing constantly. If he wanted to break Mu Qingxue's life and death crisis, he had to put himself in danger and then survive.

The little Taoist boy decided not to leave and woke up Mu Qingxue.

"Girl, you are the eldest daughter of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. You fainted from fright before the enemy even arrived. How shameful!"

Mu Qingxue took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and after a long while, she exclaimed in surprise:

"She bit me! Bitch!"

Mu Qingxue suddenly stood up and fell on the little Taoist boy again. She turned her head and glared at Ji Xuanyan in black. Ji Xuanyan in black definitely did it on purpose.

The little Taoist boy comforted him:

"She didn't do anything to you, but she let you see in advance that the people from the Dark Realm have arrived!"

In the endless abyss of Jianying's inner city, people from the Night Realm emerged again. This time was different from the last time. These were soldiers, well-trained Night Soldiers!

People from the Dark Realm continued to pour out from the four directions of east, south, west and north. Each direction was led by a person, and they did not disperse, as if they were waiting for someone.

The area near the Endless Abyss was soon filled with densely packed soldiers from the Night Realm, and murderous aura, which continued to spread outward.

Soon after, all the soldiers of the Dark Realm knelt on one knee and shouted in unison:

"Welcome King Wuyou!"

The sound shook the sky and shocked the whole city!

Three people floated out from the endless abyss. The one in the middle was wearing a black robe, with long hair and a square scarf on his forehead. His face was no different from that of an ordinary person, with a mustache, sharp eyebrows, and a look of majesty.

"kill!"

King Wuyou only said this one word.

The soldiers of the Dark Realm marched in an orderly manner in the four directions of east, south, west and north.

King Wuyou and his two companions did not leave, but flew and landed in a nameless pavilion.

The old fortune teller still looked normal, but Shen Jinfei was still in a coma.

"Liyuan Sword!"

The old fortune teller waved his hand and whispered:

"King Wuyou, sit down!"

King Wuyou really sat on the other side of the table. After taking a look at Shen Jinfei, he turned to look at the old fortune-teller and said in a cold voice:

"Are you waiting for me?"

"I'm waiting for someone, but it's not you!"

King Wuyou was stunned when he heard this, with a hint of displeasure and confusion between his brows.

The two of them just sat there quietly, and soon, the sounds of fighting and endless murderous aura were heard all around.

"Are you helping them stop me?"

King Wuyou could not wait any longer, he sensed a familiar breath.

"I'm waiting for someone, but it's not you!"

King Wuyou suddenly stood up and said coldly:

"go!"

King Wuyou thought that the fortune-teller would stop him, but when he left the nameless pavilion, he did not hear any attempt to keep him!

King Wuyou turned around helplessly and asked:

"Where is the owner of the Liyuan Sword?"

The old fortune teller still said the same thing:

"I'm waiting for someone, but it's not you!"