Something's wrong with the cat in this seat

An hour and a half ago, the north gate of the city

"Blessing benefactors, this door is really impassable, please don't embarrass the young monk." There were several bald-headed monks squatting at the door, the young ones were no more than ten years old, and the old ones looked about twenty.

The cassocks of several people are specially made by Banruo Temple, especially the old man's with some gold, which should have some status in the temple.

Those who are calm will ask how long it will take to get out, while those who are not calm will do it directly.

"Why don't you let us go? You bald head!" The man was about to pull the disciple's cassock, but the disciple moved faster than him, grabbed his wrist and fell over his shoulder.

The little disciple couldn't bear to pull him up from the ground, "Amitabha, sin, sin."

The man bared his teeth in pain, opened his hand and walked away.

Xuan Shen: "..." The monk is so violent?

"Blessing benefactors, this is Miao Jing, the abbot of Banruo Temple. Please listen to me. This gate has been set up to kill people. After entering, no one can come out." The old man used his spiritual power to amplify his voice so that everyone could hear it. .

"Miao host, there is salvation, there is salvation!"

"Banruo Temple is here to save us!"

With the backbone, those who were too panicked to find Bei just now calmed down.

I only heard the old man Miaojing say, "All benefactors, why don't you go back first, and tell all benefactors after I settle the matter."

The black crowd in front of the city gate was going to disperse when they heard this, but something unexpected happened.

"Someone is crazy!"

"Eminent monk, help me!" The crowd spread out, and there were a few black-eyed people who would bite when they saw anyone. They were both women. They tilted their heads and rushed towards the crowded place stiffly.

what happened?

Xuan Shen fell into the open space and caught the woman's paw waving towards him with one hand. The black eyes cannot be said to be the same as Yu Hong's, but they can only be said to be exactly the same!

Xuan Shen threw the man to the ground in twos and threes, and the golden spiritual power probed the woman's body.

A young monk at the gate of the city whispered to the abbot beside him, "Is that silver-faced one the sword master?"

Miao Jing closed her eyes and touched the beads, sighed, "Amitabha"

This person was already dead, Xuan Shen came to this conclusion, but why would he attack someone even after he was dead?

Since the person is dead, there is no need to be polite. Xuan Shen Yue arc moves, and the woman's head leaves the ground.

"Ah!" The timid ones fainted from fright, and some covered their faces and dared not look.

"Abbot, why don't you disperse the crowd." Chu Ze turned around and transmitted voice to the person.

Miao Jing opened her eyes and looked at the sky, the night fell, and the hooked moon emerged from the clouds.

He shook his head and sighed, "It's late..."

late?

Xuan Shen didn't think so, he said, "The three people who came from the south of the city have been stopped, and now the only one who needs to be dealt with is the one who came to the north of the city."

Yes, both of them are at the Mahayana stage, of course Xuan Shen can also feel the people coming from the south of the city, and at the same time he is amazed in his heart, he can stop three Mahayana stage people with his own power, this person must be good.

At least he could stand shoulder to shoulder with him and Chu Ze, but he didn't know that it was Chu Ze.

Not surprisingly, a black shadow really came from the north of the city, but this black shadow seemed to be much smarter than the three on Chu Ze's side, knowing how to hijack the little disciple to blackmail Xuan Shen.

The black knife rested on the neck of the little monk Miaoyin, and the kidnapped one didn't mess up at all, smiling and nodding to Xuan Shen, "Master Jianzun, the poor monk has been kidnapped."

Xuan Shen: "..."

His speechlessness can be felt through the mask, why is this monk so wrong?

"Don't move." The figure made a sound, but it didn't seem to come from his mouth.

Perhaps Xuan Shen was influenced by the little monk and became less serious, "I didn't move."

.The black shadow didn't speak, but Xuan Shen realized that something was wrong around him, and all the people who were about to disperse surrounded him.

Xuan Shen turned his head and saw the man like Hai looking at him with dark eyes, like a cat that has seen meat.

Xuan Shen: "...!"

He hurriedly jumped away from where he was standing just now, turned his head to see Miao Jing's mood improved instantly, and then looked at the culprit.

The man swung the black knife at the young monk's neck, and Miaoyin was extremely calm when he was about to die, he even smiled at the sword master.

With the sword Yue arc stopped the black shadow very quickly, Xuan Shen also reacted and rushed to Miao Yin to save him.

The little disciple looked calm and was held back by Xuan Shen, "I knew Lord Jianzun would definitely save me."

Xuan Shen was holding Miao Yin back in the air, but he was so frightened by his words that he threw her away.

At the same time, the black shadow sword came towards Xuanshen, but Xuanshen was helpless, holding the moon arc to meet him.

After being thrown down, Miaoyin's face was pale, and he looked at the unconscious crowd below

The little monk is going through adversity to rescue him. Could it be that today is the time for the little monk to die?

Facts proved that the abbot would not be so ruthless, Miao Jing entrusted the little monk to her side, "Let's hide first, don't hold back the sword master."

Miaoyin nodded, followed her abbot ruthlessly and left

It was another night, and Xuan Shen had dealt with the moon quite a lot since the period of returning to his ancestors.

The golden sword energy rushed towards the black shadow, and the man moved quickly, leading Xuan Shen into the crowd, and what was even more annoying was that those unconscious people all came towards Xuan Shen, pretending that the black shadow did not exist.

There are so many people, Xuanshen dare not do anything at all, they are all mortals, even if they die, they can’t leave the moon arc sword marks on their bodies, Xuanshen is hundreds of years old, don’t you know that there are still few things in the cultivation world to frame people?

Xuan Shen struggled to dodge the crowd, but the black shadow kept leading him to the crowded place, whether intentionally or not.

Because of this, Xuan Shen was timid, for fear of hurting someone.

Xuanshen's sword energy waved back to the approaching ordinary people, feeling a little irritable, he didn't see a wisp of black energy behind him disappearing before he had time to approach.

The figure who wanted to sneak attack was pinched by Xuan Shen, and it flowed out from Xuan Shen's fingers like sand, and then gathered into a human shape.

How to kill this thing?

Xuan Shen couldn't help asking

Of course, no one answered at the gate of this empty city. The only living person who could answer him had already taken his few young disciples and ran away.

Yuehu came into contact with the black knife, and the black knife was not afraid of Yuehu's sword energy at all, and was as tough as Yuehu.

The moon emerged from the clouds, Xuanshen's eyes turned blue, and the arc of the moon also shone.

After that, it took only a few strokes to beat the black air out, and the air dissipated in the air.

Xuanshen's eyes moved, and he instantly understood that he was on the moon arc, and dozens of crystal-like transparent long swords were going towards the black shadow, while Xuan Shen held the real moon arc in his hand.

The black figure was surrounded by the sword, and wanted to turn into black air and slip away, but the transparent long sword sliced ​​across the figure's skin, and the black air leaked from it.

"break"

Those dozens of swords kept slashing across the figure, cutting him like a deflated balloon.

In just a few breaths, the black air overflowed from it, and the people disappeared.

Xuan Shen shook the moon arc and returned it to the scabbard, but although the figure was gone, the people underneath couldn't recover. Xuan Shen didn't know if they were still alive or not, so he just sealed the city gate and turned around to rush to the center of the city.

On the way, Qianshe sent a message, "Xuan Chaoyou, are you still alive?"

"Alive"

"The teleportation array in the center of the city was man-made. How about it being repaired?"

Xuan Shen was silent, looked at the unconscious people wandering in the street and replied "Not very good."

"how?"

"Come and take a look." Xuan Shen gave the address neatly.

When Qianshe arrived, Xuanshen was catching a man, and he found out that these people were actually still alive, but they couldn't feel what happened in reality.

No amount of stimulation can wake people up.

Xuan Shen glanced behind him and asked, "Where did Yang Heing go?"

"The child has gone to the west of the city."

"What are you going to the west of the city for?" Xuan Shen frowned, not knowing what the child was thinking, running outside in such a dangerous situation.

Qian She shrugged, very irresponsible "How do I know?"

Xuan Shen no longer cared about him, and flew to the so-called west of the city.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Qian She hopped and shouted to someone.

Xuan Shen didn't answer, and the person disappeared in an instant.

With such a bad friend, Qian She is also convinced.

It's good now, the teleportation array has been repaired, and all the people in the city are like this.

He took out the jar of wine and sat down on the roof, "There are no flowers, it would be nice to enjoy the moon in the wind."

Let Xuan Chaoyou solve the rest of the mess.

"You guys, sit down." Qianshe said to the three disciples below from a high place.

"Yes..." Of course Ji Chuan knew that all they could do now was to stay here and try not to cause trouble to Sword Master.

But at this time, the west of the city did not receive Lord Jianzun's patronage, Xuan Shen walked to the place where he and Xiao Yu parted ways in the evening, at the gate of Queyilou.

"Huh, Sword Master?" A familiar and sticky voice came from behind.

Xiao Yu held the umbrella in one hand, and smoothed out the broken hair on his sideburns with the other hand wearing a gold chain.

"Are the people in the city the ghosts of you?" Xuan Shen certainly sensed Xiao Yu's presence, but what he didn't understand was what Xiao Yu was trying to do here.

"You can swear by the demons in your heart. This matter is definitely not the work of the slaves. As for whether it is the slaves of the demon clan, I don't know." Xiao Yu said with sincerity, he did what he said, and swore on the spot.

Xiao Yu said that they belonged to the Demon Clan, but in fact, the Demon Clan also has demons in their hearts.

Xuan Shen reluctantly believed what Xiao Yu said, Xiao Yu's red lips were like blood, she said to Xuan Shen, "In my family's opinion, the people in Yuecheng should be saved."

Xuan Shen looked at her, Xiao Yu changed the side of the umbrella, "I guess this time someone should have done it for you, in order to use Yuecheng's life as a bargaining chip to ruin your reputation."

Xuan Shen couldn't listen to these scheming plots, which always gave him a headache, and he only cared about the important ones, "how to save."

"Sword Master, don't worry, slave family..."

"Don't call yourself that," Xuan Shen interrupted her.

Xiao Yu covered his mouth and chuckled, "Jianzun really doesn't understand style. In fact, it's very simple. These people are just in the barrier. If there is something that repels the demon barrier, it will be enough to wake them up."

"You're saying that the Yaozu is behind this incident." Xuan Shen didn't understand, he and the Yaozu didn't know each other, let alone have any enmity.

The only demon I know is Qianshe.

Xiao Yu sighed, with sadness on his brows, "I wanted to tell Sword Master directly, but I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me."

Knowing Fang Xuanshen, he immediately forgot who Xiao Yu was. He turned around and a silver light appeared in his hand. If talking about demon barriers, the moonlight of their Moon Shadow Clan is the purest thing in the world. I don’t know if this can save the entire city. What about people?

After following for a while, Xiao Yu was completely lost. He sat on the side of the street with a bad face, looked at the parade people and asked in a bad mood, "Can such a walking corpse be considered a human being?"

Xuan Shen shook off Xiao Yu, found a place and pulled out a strand of the silver glow from his hand, and pulled a corpse-like person from the street into the alley.

Then inject the silver light into the man's body, a burst of black energy rose from the man's body, after a while, he finally woke up.

Xuan Shen held the sword in his arms, looked down at the man lying on the ground and rubbed his head, and asked, "How is it?"

The man rubbed his forehead and asked confusedly, "Jian... Zun?"

"Is there any discomfort?"

That man may have been so close to the legendary sword master for the first time, he was a little flustered, his head shook like a rattle, "No no no no!"

"stay here"

After Xuan Shen finished speaking, he set up an enchantment to protect this person and then disappeared.

He got the method of saving people, so he quickly found a commanding height and sat down. The Moon Shadow Cat can absorb Yuehua, but at his speed, Yuehua might not be able to save many people overnight.

There is no other way now, Xuanshen sat down cross-legged and absorbed Yuehua.

What he didn't notice was that the cleaning spell on his clothes was damaged, and the white hem was rubbed gray in the crowd just now, and this guy was sitting cross-legged, which even stained the clothes.

But Xuan Shen didn't have time to care about these things, he thought of the method of inviting the moon of the Moon Shadow Clan.

Their clan was born with the ability to borrow the power of the moonlight. This is a racial talent. The patriarch would step forward to ask the moon to bless everyone at the time of sacrifice. At that time, the silver light of the moon would sprinkle on everyone to bring blessings and purification. The process is called a month call.

It's just that these are human races, so I don't know if Yueying's sacrifice will be useful.

Thinking of this, Xuan Shen stood up from the roof, he was far away, somewhere in the west or east of the city, Xuan's deep and light blue eyes opened, and the vertical pupils that belonged to cats appeared, he raised his hand, silver and white like tulle The moonlight gathered from the moon to him, and then spread out.

all over the city

Xuan Shen's face was slightly pale, but luckily he was covered by a mask so he couldn't see.

silver veil

Converged into a river, it illuminated Xuan Shen's surroundings, the gray dust on the hem of the white robe was winding on the hem, and it looked so beautiful from a distance.

"Peak Lord Qianshe, what is that?"

Ji Chuan was beside Qianshe, pointing to the direction where the silver yarn came from and asked.

A walking corpse passed by just now, Ji Chuan and others followed up to the roof to avoid trouble.

Qianshe took a look, and the silver light fell on several people directly, and Xuan Shen did not forget them at the same time as it relieved the obstacles of the people in the city.

Qian She continued to drink his wine, and the moonlight fell on his body. Even though it was night, he actually had a warm feeling, "Don't worry about it so much, kid."

Ji Chuan felt aggrieved, he seemed to have seen Sword Master over there just now, could it be that Sword Master did it?

Xuan Shen was very sad at this moment, and he waited for Yuehua to fall into the city. It seemed useful to see the walking corpses fall one by one.

Xuan Shen regained his energy and gathered the moonlight with his hands. Although he couldn't touch the bright moon, Xuan Shen could borrow the power of the moonlight. His white long sleeves were blown up in the air, and the moon was as cold as a hook, and his expression was as cold as silver frost. This situation is very similar to the moon fairy.

Finally, when everyone lay down and the whole city was silent, Xuan Shen withdrew his hand. Collecting moonlight should have been a happy thing for Moon Shadow Cat, but because Xuan Shen used too much and his nerves were too tense, it directly became After suffering, as soon as his nerves relaxed, this person fell straight from the air. The last thought before falling was, he wouldn't be the only sword master who fell to his death in history, right?

You won't die from falling, but you will get hurt.

Chu Ze was stunned to see him Yin Yuehua from the sidelines, but when he saw this scene, his heart stopped beating suddenly, and he took a few steps forward to pull him into his arms for examination.

Xuan Shen leaned his head on his shoulder, obediently staying in Chu Ze's arms, the Moon Arc Sword disappeared, and under the crescent moon, the two embraced each other, the scene was very quiet and beautiful for a while.

There was a clanging sound not far away, which seemed a bit terrifying in this city.

Chu Ze held the whole world in his arms, and looked back at the ghost holding an umbrella in the middle of the night, his eyes were indifferent, not to mention murderous.

Then he left the place of right and wrong with the person in his arms.

Xiao Yu, who was stunned in place, was amazed, as if he realized something special from the hug just now.

Inn

Chu Ze put the person on the couch, and casually took off the mask covering the face and brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, his movements were gentle as if treating a fragile object.

"You said you always put yourself in such a mess because of others." He raised his hand and gently stroked Xuan Shen's face.

If Xuan Shen knew this, he could probably beat Chu Ze to the ground with a sneer.

Why did he do it for others?

But after a while, the demon king disappeared, replaced by the little disciple Yang Tinghuo whom Xuan Shen had forgotten.

Yang Heing felt out his own jade slip, "Lord Qianfeng, Master Jianzun is in the inn."

Qianshe's hoarse voice came from over there, "Huh? Have you gone back?"

"Yes"

"Got it..." Qian She finished speaking and hung up the call.

Then he realized that the matter was resolved?

Yang Tingjue put away the jade slips, and obediently sat in front of Xuanshen's bed.

Qian She shook her head, trying to stay awake, glanced at the person who was sleeping crookedly below, and said to the little disciples beside her, "Go back to the inn, I'll come as soon as I go."

Qianshe turned around and walked into a courtyard in the south of the city. Outside the wooden door, Qianshe raised her fan and wanted to knock on the door, when she suddenly heard someone ask, "Abbot, are we really going to abandon Sword Master and hide here?"

"Amitabha, Master Jianzun will definitely be able to solve it, don't worry, the distinguished guest outside the house, please come in."

Qian She raised her eyebrows and opened the door, which saved him a lot of trouble, "Bulk, don't tell outsiders about Yuecheng."

The old man Miaojing didn't say anything about this title, but replied in embarrassment, "Everyone in the city knows it, so what's the use if the poor monk doesn't say it?"

"Oh, don't worry, as long as the matter of the black air is not known, it will be a catastrophe for the cultivation world when this matter is exposed." Qian She said solemnly with an expression that had never been so serious.

The old man Miaojing's beard trembled, he nodded in response, folded his fan together, turned and left.

Waiting for someone to walk away Miao Yin asked

"Abbot, why did you agree to his unreasonable request?"

Miao Jing patted her cassock clean, and turned around to answer his question, "The Lord of Qianshe Peak in Tianshan Mountain was a fate cultivator before succeeding to the peak, and he was good at divination for the future. The thoughts are not comparable to ordinary people.”

The little monk saluted respectfully, "Young monk is taught."

"There is still a lot to learn from you."

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