The villain has a white moonlight

At the beginning, Wang Huan briefly said goodbye to her before participating in the Broken Mirror Project. Before she had time to understand the meaning of the strange look in his friend's eyes, the other party had already left her a back view, the brown-red ponytail of the Garuda Swaying in the wind, she stared blankly at the lonely and tall figure disappearing at the end of the rainy alley.

I really don't understand what the panda is thinking, but she knows that Project Broken Mirror is a mysterious mission, so she doesn't need to ask if Wang Huan doesn't say anything.

It's just a short break, see you after the victory!

Seeing old friends after the Moon War, they have all changed a little. The youthful spirit is in full bloom, but it has gradually faded with the passing of time.

Wang Huan inherited the Langya Wang Clan and became the youngest suzerain in the history of the Langya Wang Clan. His style of conduct was completely different from Wang Shuo's, like a sharp sword with iron wrists. The Wang Clan became stronger and stronger. It also develops in a strange direction, from arrogance to the Tang family who may bring the cultivation world back to the dark age, Wang Huan doesn't seem to care about those disturbing people.

Xie Niyu's eyes twitched, and she was annoyed at what she said to Wang Huan on Lianwu Mountain. Wang Huan was not, did not, and would never become the Tang family, never will.

Countless black tentacles protruded from the rolling magma, tentatively pacing around Wang Huan. The young man's eyes were closed, his brows were lightly frowned, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, without any perception of the outside world.

"Wang Huan!" Xie Niyu was anxious.

"He can't hear," said a slender figure blocking the way of the purple-clothed woman. "His heart has now fallen into a boundless darkness. As long as he dies in this illusion, the illusion without the support of consciousness will collapse."

Wu Siyue held a peach blossom fan, looked at her with a smile, and made a gesture of asking for a fight.

Xie Niyu Qingli's brows turned cold, she didn't stop at all, she drew the Qingfeng sword with her backhand and stabbed out quickly.

"Miss Xie, won't you listen to my self-introduction?" Wusi Yue spread out his folding fan, and a whirlwind was formed on the ground, and it was lifted upwards. The whirlwind condensed into a shape, blocked the sword, swung the fan, and Pieces of wind blades violently attacked the woman holding the sword.

"Get out of the way." Xie Niyu spun around to avoid the fierce murderous intent, the green front swept across, and the purple clothes flew, sweeping away a piece of wind blade.

Wu Siyue said with a smile: "Miss Xie is very skillful, but she has an amazing appearance."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xie Niyu snorted coldly, and the energetic Qingfeng sword attacked the opponent like a bolt of purple lightning.

"The illusion is collapsing, those people downstairs in Yanmo City will be doused from head to toe by the magma ejected from this volcanic eruption in the sky, what an interesting scene, don't you think so, Miss Xie!" Wu Si Yuezu Pointed to the ground, like a light peach blossom being pulled by the wind, it retreated quickly, and did not forget to laugh when avoiding the sword glow.

Xie Niyu subconsciously glanced at Wang Huan, the black tentacles had wrapped around the boy's body, dragging him slowly into the magma.

Taking advantage of Xie Niyu's distraction, Wu Siyue fanned her fan casually, and the sharp blades formed by the wind swept towards Xie Niyu overwhelmingly with murderous aura.

The unconscious young man suddenly opened his eyes, turned his palms and squeezed the tactic, a thunder exploded from the tumbling ink cloud, and the dazzling electric light whipped down from the sky, instantly blasting the net-like wind blade to pieces.

"Wang Huan!" Xie Niyu was both surprised and happy, and the cry was already crying.

Wu Siyue, who was knocked back two steps by the force of lightning, was stunned, and said in disbelief: "How could it be..."

The black tentacles were like tamed octopuses, sending the boy in Suzaku clothes back to the cliff steadily.

The young man recalled the Suzaku sword, and walked towards them with the sword. When he walked in front of a jagged rock, he slashed the sword, instantly breaking the invisible barrier. The man in black beside the rock stood there like a silent shadow. place.

The young man's sword tip was only an inch away from the man's neck, and the strong wind lifted his hood and cloak away, revealing his true face underneath.

"Luo... Teacher Luo...you..." Xie Niyu was surprised and speechless.

The man was wearing a camel-colored robe, with a slightly stooped figure, holding a dark green wolf hair pen in his hand.

It was Luo Rong, the well-known supervisor of Zixiao Academy.

All the people in Yanmo City were panic-stricken, and a large number of people around them fell down. The volcano in the sky seemed to erupt at any time and magma poured down. However, misfortunes never come singly. A red storm is rapidly hitting this place, and the place where it passes is not a blade of grass, it is the blood ant colony that is raging in the cultivation world.

"Wan Yin, would you like to let them enter the city?"

"Why?" Xiao Wanyin let go of his hand, took a step back, and said coldly, "Mr. Huang Quan has stigmatized you, designed to frame you, and put Fu Mengsheng in danger. Such a person, shouldn't he be killed?" ?”

"Yes, but if the crown prince needs a master of the ghost city, it's not you, it will be someone else." Ji Wuxian sighed softly, "Instead of letting someone else plot against an old friend, it's better to take on the role yourself. Old love, the old site of Heluo... will not be used as a Shura field."

"Don't think too much about me, Ji Wuxian, when I want to kill you, I really want to kill you, just like when I want to destroy those sects."

Mr. Huang Quan said coldly.

Ji Xinnu shook her head slightly when she heard the words, she only realized later that Lianwu Mountain, Buguiya, Hongze Lake, the battle between the fragments of the dust mirror and the golden crane, there were acts of obeying the prince's order, and there were also secret actions. What Game Yi did was to destroy those sects, but this city was also what he wanted to leave to his old friends.

The strong wind blew up the yellow sand, which fascinated the eyes of preoccupied people.

Xiao Wanyin took out Moqing and handed it to Ji Wuxian.

The latter was slightly taken aback, and took it, "Wan Yin..."

"It's all about returning it to its original owner. Juli will take you to the portal leading to Menghuaichuan. Silence is the key." Xiao Wanyin glanced at the sky, the time had come, and the seven stars in the sky in the north finally formed a straight line.

It was the magic circle he had set up in the ghost city over the years that gave him the opportunity to start.

The white spirit beast Tianma Juli came to Tayun in response to his call, and stopped beside Ji Wuxian.

"Thank you, Wanyin." Ji Wuxian clenched his silence and said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you afraid that I will trick you into a trap?"

"You won't." Ji Wuxian turned around, "You led us all the way to the ghost market in order to let everyone concentrate their strength and prevent the end of the repair world."

"Everyone, ha, that's right, the three of you are a crowd," Mr. Huang Quan said sarcastically, "Forget about those miscellaneous fish."

The swarm of blood ants was getting closer, and Mr. Huang Quan closed his cloak, "Go and find your prince, do what you want, Wang Huan and Xiao...Xie Niyu also have their own problems to face."

"Wan Yin, take care." The young man in red got on his horse, and the snow-white Pegasus spread its wings and flew towards the ghost city.

"What I want to hear is never thank you and concern." Mr. Huang Quan squinted his eyes, looked up at the fiery figure of Juli carrying the red dress disappeared from sight, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes I'm too persistent, I know it's not your fault, but I just want to hear your thoughts at that time and now, unfortunately, you have long forgotten what I care about."

He turned and walked down the stone steps to the city wall.

Jixinnu followed Huang Quanjun silently, lowered his head, and held back his tears.

The two left the city, and the people outside the city looked at these two dangerous men in fear. They took a step forward, and those people couldn't help but flinch. At this time, someone was able to shoot three arrows in a row, which seemed to have summoned up a lot of courage. .

However, all three long arrows were blocked by Chengying.

Holding a bow, the young man in red bird clothes stood facing the wind, and the wind blew his gorgeous family robe flying, the golden sun, silver and moon emblem on the collar flowed coldly, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes were full of sharp anger.

Mr. Huang Quan walked towards Wang Siyuan.

"Mr. Huang Quan, what do you want to do!" Xie Shaoyu pulled Wang Siyuan behind him, and said vigilantly.

This scheming Mr. Huang Quan and the little demon girl in yellow shirt who played Gu at the Langhua Banquet are probably trying to mess with some demon moths again.

However, when he met Mr. Huang Quan's eyes, he froze again.

Huang Quanjun looked at the two teenagers in front of him, and his expression softened a lot. He had never seen them before, but he could recognize them at a glance. One of them was Mu Qinyin's son, and the other was Xie Niyu's younger brother.

Are you really a nostalgic person?

"Young man, you two are really brave." Mr. Huang Quan leaned over and smiled at them, "As a reward, uncle will give you this city, okay?"

Everyone in Yanmo City was in shock and murmured, somewhat confused about the sudden 180-degree turn of the Lord of the Ghost City.

The two teenagers were taken aback, normally Xie Shaoyu was going to reply that this scheming old man is very bad, I believe you a ghost.

However, Mr. Huang Quan is young, and his appearance is very clear. Xie Shaoyu committed a fool again, but he soon woke up: "You... are you serious?"

"Hold it, and you can mobilize the manpower and material resources of all demons and ghosts in the ghost city." Mr. Huang Quan took off a piece of jade pendant and handed it out.

Wang Siyuan didn't pick it up, Xie Shaoyu looked suspiciously at the piece of jade, and finally took it.

The blood-colored agate inlaid on the white jade is carved into a pattern of fireworks, which is very dazzling.

"Why?" Wang Siyuan stared at Mr. Huang Quan, "Trapping my uncle in that illusion, why open the ghost market?"

"It's a long story, I don't want to talk about it." Huang Quanjun smiled, and there was a faint pain in his heart like being pricked by a needle.

"you……!"

"Go into the city, the blood ants are here." Mr. Huang Quan looked at the overwhelming swarm of ants, and drew out the Yingying Sword.

"That... can we bring other people into the city?" Xie Shao Yuweng asked.

Mr. Huang Quan ignored it, held his sword and walked towards the direction where the blood ants swarmed.

"My lord has already sent the city back to the two young masters, whoever you want to bring in is your freedom." Ji Xinnu replied on his behalf.

When everyone in the city heard the news, they rushed to the city, not caring whether the ghost city really had any conspiracy. Rather than being filled with hot magma or eaten clean by blood ants, they still chose to go to the city to take refuge.

Ji Xinnu turned his head and smiled slightly at the teenagers: "By the way, those who are killed or injured by the shadow should not be taken to the city. Serve it right."

"Hey! Mr. Huang Quan!" Wang Siyuan clenched his fist and called out to Mr. Huang Quan, "What kind of person are you?"

Without any response, Xie Shaoyu stepped forward to grab him and led him into the city. The black dog Xiao Aipo who was guarding him also spread his limbs and ran in after him.

The moment the city gate was closed, blood ant swarms had spread over like a tide, and the crazy ants slammed into the city gate and the city wall frantically. Unmoved under the impact.

The hearts of the people were slightly relieved, but the fiery magma above the head of the storm still made everyone panic.

If the innocence really collapses, can the ghost market withstand it?

"Young Yu, Mr. Huang Quan... Will those blood ants..." Wang Siyuan's face turned pale.

"Probably not, aren't those blood ants with him... Wait, if the blood ants are with him, why did they attack the ghost market!" Xie Shaoyu's face also turned pale.