The villain has a white moonlight

The Xianmen gather here. Those who want to eradicate the cancer of the ghost city for the sake of cultivating the world, some who want to take this opportunity to go to the ruins of the Yuyi Kingdom to hunt for treasure, and some who lost their relatives in the battle between the golden crane game and the fragments of the viewing mirror Friends came to avenge, in short, there were a lot of people, and it was a vast expanse. Looking down from the city wall, it was quite spectacular.

A few days ago, Ghost City issued a war letter to [-] immortal sects, and bluntly said that the end of the world of cultivation is coming, and Yanmo City will be the safest place in the world of cultivation.

Mr. Huang Quan wants to fight a battle with a hundred families of Xianmen with the power of one city. His attitude is not arrogant, and his writing is also extremely provocative. He even said that if he can't attack Heluo City in the right way, he will have to go home, bathe and burn incense with his closest relatives. People stay together and wait to die.

The immortal sects were very angry when they received the letter of war. However, the golden crane game and the dispute over the fragments of the dust-observing mirror have caused a lot of damage to the Xiujie. Troublesome mutant monsters have appeared one after another in the Xiujie. The entangled and symbiotic vines are endless, and this unresolved unknown danger also makes people panic. How deep is the water in the ghost market, and they dare not take the lead easily when they are idle, so they petitioned to belong to the Langya Wang family.

On weekdays, internal and external struggles between big and small fairy sects happen from time to time, and it is normal for different sects to refuse to accept anyone else. However, at this critical time, the only person who can take the lead is Langya Wang Clan Jiling King Ruoxi.

The reason why they are so united this time is naturally because the result is closely related to themselves. The cultivation world can no longer afford to toss, and the battle of the ghost city is very important.

There are crowds of people in the fairy gate below the city, but there are only two people on the tower. There is no sense of urgency to confront the enemy. The delicate and thin little girl in yellow shirt is sitting on the ground, holding a pottery xun, closing her eyes and playing a bleak and melodious tune. The tune is "Farewell to Yishui".

Seeing this, all the monks from the Hundred Families of the Immortal Gate felt terrified in their hearts, while others muttered to themselves that the ghost market is trying to imitate the old tricks to create an empty city?

In the Golden Crane game, not only when there were rumors that Yanmo City was the entrance to the Yuyi Kingdom, it was hard to tell whether the rumors were true or false. It should be like a dead city, but the Yanmo City built here can live together with people and ghosts safely, perhaps there is a real reason for this.

So far, apart from the three major immortal sects, there is no immortal sect in the cultivation world that gathers all the golden cranes, but many lives have been taken in. The performance of Luo Yafeng and Jixinnu has been seen by others. Huang Quanjun, who founded Yanmo City, must be even more Difficult to deal with.

The young man in green feathers with heterochromatic pupils was lazily leaning on the railing, and casually glanced at the dark crowd below the city. Looking down from a height, it was considered spectacular, but he didn't take it seriously, and looked up. The huge Suzaku divine bird in mid-air, the young suzerain of the Langya Wang family, had the same indifferent expression on his stern face, holding a red badged Suzaku stick in his hand, the golden-winged bird's hair crown was shining brightly, and the high-beamed brown-red The long hair and the Suzaku robe fluttered in the high wind, exuding an aura of arrogance all over her body.

Luo Yafeng praised the Sect Master Wang in his heart again, as a peacock clan, he has a natural liking for beautiful things, beautiful men are indeed pleasing to the eye, not to mention the Crown Prince, Wang Ruoxi, Ji Wuxian and his lord Mr. Huang Quan, each has its own beauty, and it makes people feel happy to look at it. Wang Huan's character also makes him feel very challenging. This time, he can't help but want to tease that beautiful iceberg.

There are different opinions about the story of Yuyi Kingdom and Yuyi God in Xiujie, but the predecessor of the Langya Wang family was one of the four major families under the Jiwu Dynasty. At that time, the dog emperor of the Jiwu Dynasty led the four families to destroy the Yuyi Kingdom. The dynasty's main team had no time to withdraw in the future, and the Yuyi Kingdom sank into the abyss together, and the four major families fell apart.Among them, the Wang family was originally a prosperous family with a strong foundation. Although it has withered for more than 200 years, it finally ranked first among the four great immortal sects. no stranger.

But compared with the legends, there is actually no difference between history and legends, except that there is a little more truth in what they think they are. They are all in the past tense.

If you tell Wang Huan that the dust-observing mirror, red Zhangzhang stick, Feiyan Changqin, red-threaded golden bell, and purple bamboo flute, these fairy artifacts that people in the cultivator worship so much come from Yuyi Kingdom, but that person just picked them up at will. The person who made the plaything is still alive, so will the suzerain remain calm and composed?

Luo Yafeng waved his hand in mid-air, and shouted with a smile: "Sect Master Wang, are you safe? Are you safe recently? Want to hear the story of Yuyi Kingdom? How about I tell you?"

Wang Huan glanced at him indifferently, but did not speak.

Seeing that Wang Huan didn't care about what he wanted, Luo Yafeng shrugged indifferently, continued to lean on the railing, tapped his fingers on the railing, and played the tune.

Wang Huan's fingers were unconsciously rubbing the scepter.

He knew that the Yuyi Kingdom had really existed, and the White Dragon Prince who had the power to approach God had also really existed.

The Kingdom of Yuyi sank into the abyss, Prince Bailong died, and the Ji Wu Dynasty tore down the keel and broke through the barrier of the Kingdom of Yuyi. It is a page turned with other history.

But later he realized that he was wrong. After the ghost city turned dark into light and became a target on the stage, he especially felt that there were enemies hiding behind the scenes.

There are invisible hands laying out the chess game, they are all chess pieces on the chessboard, never returning to the cliff, Lianwu Mountain, or the Buxiehuatai further ahead, the Gusu Lan family, and even the disaster of the Tang family, it seems There is some connection.

He has always disliked speculation without evidence, but with the current situation, there is no time to check things.

The sound of xun was melodious and mournful, and several immortals under the city tower couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed to the city wall with their disciples, waving weapons and cursing.

"Where is Mr. Huang Quan? Let Mr. Huang Quan come out!"

"You ghost city has the ability to do evil, the Lord, don't hide in the city and never come out!"

"Isn't the gauntlet very arrogant? Get out and don't waste your grandpa's time!"

Wang Huan, the patriarch of the Langya Wang clan who was supported as the head of the fairy sect, was indifferent and calm, only controlling the Suzaku to stop in mid-air, quietly waiting for that person to appear.

Just as the group of scolding monks were shouting vigorously, the sound of the flute sounded, and the scene was completely silent. The monks tensed a string in their minds, for fear that some difficult ghosts would appear with the sound of the flute.

However, there was nothing unusual, Xiao was just playing the melody with Tao Xun.

Jixinnu put down Tao Xun and stood up, with tears in her eyes, Luo Yafeng patted her shoulder lightly, without saying a word.

The young man in Tsing Yi walked towards them calmly, holding a silent love in one hand, and a small gold-plated hand stove in the other. The mink velvet cape on his body trembled in the wind, and his handsome face was a little pale.

Everyone in the city saw Luo Yafeng and Ji Xinnu bowing to the young man in Tsing Yi, thinking that this must be Mr. Huang Quan, his aura is indeed very strong, and seeing that he was holding the ghost flute that Ji Wuxian never leaves, Someone muttered, could this person be more capable than Ji Wuxian?

However, morale did not drop because of this. All the immortals thought that this time Langya Wang clan took the lead, and Donggong clan and Xie clan would also come to help. At the beginning of the Moon Festival, no matter how strong the ghost market was, it was outnumbered, and the righteous way was also very confident, so after a short period of silence, the city cursed again.

"Mr. Huang Quan, the grandson of the turtle, has figured it out!"

"The ghost market has been rampant for too long, and the crimes committed are too numerous to list. You will pay the price today!"

"The world is bright and bright, the sky is bright and the sun is bright, and your ghost market will not be allowed to run rampant!"

"Heluo City has been occupied by the ghost market for a long time, and today I will take your old nest away to comfort Xiao's spirit in heaven!"

Mr. Huang Quan's face was calm, and when he heard the last sentence, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Tsk, when will you righteous people stop using the slogan of acting for the heavens?" Luo Yafeng smiled at Wang Huan, "Sect Master Wang, you are Huo who is different from them."

Wang Huan glanced at Mr. Huang Quan, and his voice sank slightly: "Heluo City shouldn't make the same mistakes again."

The smile on the corner of Master Tsing Yi's mouth did not diminish: "So Ji Lingjun compares himself to Tang Min?"

"You are talking nonsense! The suzerain means that you have surrendered, and there should be no more bloody disasters in Heluo City!" A monk retorted.

"You are trying to capture the city. We are defending the city. If we don't surrender, we will be killed. Isn't this the history repeating itself between the Tang and Xiao clans? The essence is the same." Luo Yafeng laughed heartlessly, "You guys A group of bullying guys, it's not so easy for us to surrender!"

"You!!!!" Many monks in the city stomped their feet and took a deep breath in anger at the ghost's remarks.

"After all, defending Heluo to the death is a fine tradition inherited from the ancestors of the Xiao family. This cannot be lost." Luo Yafeng was still laughing, and everyone went in without knowing it. People, hold the golden fan tightly and think deeply.

Wang Huan looked calm, and only said: "Mr. Huang Quan, your revenge has exceeded the limit."

"Sect Master Wang, you...you know Mr. Huang Quan?" Someone asked in surprise, "What's the point of revenge?"

Wang Huan ignored it, but Huang Quanjun smiled slightly: "Since Ji Lingjun knows that I am Xiao Wanyin, so what if I tell them?"

What!Mr. Huang Quan turned out to be Xiao Wanyin! "

"Mr. Xiao Wanyin?! How is it possible? Didn't he die heroically in the Crusade of the Moon?"

"Who is Xiao Wanyin?" someone asked.

"The original owner of Heluo City, the young master of the Xiao family of Heluo!"

"The Xiao family is full of loyalty, how could such a scum come out!" Someone scolded.

"It's in vain that Wang Xie's and Xie's families have given you all their love. The Xie family's ancestral hall still has your memorial tablet, and the stone carvings on the cliff are also places where people in the cultivation world often look up and remember. I didn't expect you to go astray!" Someone was heartbroken.

"Mr. Huang Quan, you are not human. It was the Tang family who killed your whole family. Why are you troubling the entire cultivation world?" Someone clenched his fist and shouted. A blood-sucking moth flew out from the back of his neck, and no one noticed when the moth had sneaked among them.

People around touched their necks while watching the moth return to Ji Xinnu and land on her lily bun.

The girl glanced at the city, her eyes were cold and stern.

Everyone felt a chill in their necks, but the public murder of the demon girl had offended the public, and hundreds of families of the immortal sect petitioned to start the fight.

"Sect Master Wang, give an order, this ghost market really cannot stay, and you can just say what you want!"

Mr. Huang Quan gathered his cloak, and didn't even look at those people, as if the scolding had nothing to do with him, but just looked at Wang Huan with a strange smile: "Well, is a hero about to be born?"

He raised his hand with a smile, his Tsing Yi fluttered in the strong wind, and the sky above Yanmo City seemed to be torn open, time and space were disordered, and the scene of making the Cloud Piercing Arrow many years ago was displayed in front of everyone very realistically.

Mr. Huang Quan used the video inlaid with the fragments of the dust-observing mirror to leave a sound, and revealed the secret of the blood pool to the public.

Before the Crucible Moon Conquest, the place where the Cloud Piercing Arrow was made was strictly kept secret, except for the upper echelons and craftsmen of the three major families, no one knew about it.

Now it seems that the arrow casting site is located on a volcano, and there is a wide arrow casting pool. In the pool, hot magma is tumbling, and the molten iron is licked by the scorching flames. The flames redden half of the hazy sky .

However, the people watching felt a chilly air spreading all over their bodies. It was not the light rain falling in the picture, but hundreds of monks, who were lining up and rushing along a stone road. It is the pool for casting arrows.

There was a young man dressed in Vermilion bird clothes, holding a long sword and standing by the pool for casting arrows, followed by a group of followers, looking indifferently at the monks not far away who jumped into the pool.

Not everyone can die calmly. Some people just looked at the hot magma in the pool and wanted to flee the scene like crazy, but were stopped by the boy with his sword drawn.