I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

Mu Xi looked at his face slightly, and suddenly realized the weight of the words "the most beautiful woman in the world".

The boy was a little sad.

The more people travel, the more they realize that the world is unfair.Some people are born to be favored by the heavens, and all good things tend to grow on them.

For example, falling forever.

He has the best sword in the world, which is enough to make people daunting. No one cares about what he looks like, whether he is old or young, beautiful or ugly, it doesn't matter.

He still has a face that is the number one beauty.

Just looking at this face, no one cares about whether his cultivation base is high or not, whether his talent is good or not, and no matter how he changes his order day and night, he will be able to swallow his anger in his stomach just because of this face.

Luoyong Zhouhe should be enshrined, coaxed, and flattered by the world without pretending.

Mu Xiwei said softly: "In this world, who can not like you?"

Luo Yongzhou groaned, very indifferently: "If you don't like me so much that you want to avoid me several times, don't you just stand here?"

He thought to himself that he didn't want people in the world to like him.

Do people in the world like to give him money?

If not, can you send him a good person card?

He can neither send money nor cards, so what's the use of him wanting to be liked in this world?What does it have to do with him whether people like it or not?

Isn't it the same to be rejected by his apprentice?

When Luo Yongzhou thinks about it, he finds it unbelievable. He is a majestic sword master, with a halo that envelops him from head to toe, but he is actually despised by his apprentice?

"no…"

Mu Xi slightly rolled his Adam's apple twice.

His heart was pierced bit by bit, not particularly painful, but it took a long time to grind, as if he vowed not to part with his flesh and blood, the sharp stabbing pain in the bones of the meridians.

Always remind Mu Xiwei to wake him up.

This dream was not his at all, and there was no name in it.

Perhaps it was because of the habit of being pierced for two days, Mu Xiwei actually felt a sense of transparency and indifference from the pain.

He suddenly understood, and admitted the feelings he didn't want to face up to, but kept his voice very low, fearing to scare Luo Yongzhou: "How could I...don't like you?"

How could he not like Luo Yongri?

Who is Luo Yongzhou?

She is the number one in the world who is sought after by everyone, with a long sword in her hand and the color in her eyes, she can take up seven points of the world's romance.

How could people who have met him not like him?

What's more, one moment Luo Yongzhou was in the Tianbang Examination, flying a land god with his sword, splitting half of the glazed platform; the next moment, he could turn around and go back to him, teasing about his youthful past with Mu Xi.

It seems that a life event that can boast of defeating a land god for 300 years with a single sword is not as interesting as the glass of wine he drank when he was a teenager.

He is the best and most beautiful dream in the world, and has all the things that young people yearn for.

Mu Xiwei hasn't traveled to many places, and hasn't seen many worlds.

Luo Yongzhou's kindness to him was the greatest sweetness Mu Xiwei had ever tasted in his life.

How could you not like him?

This kid has a conscience.

Luo Yongzhou finally felt a little relieved, the gloom that had been pent up in his heart for the past two days hadn't been completely released, and he caught a glimpse of Mu Xiwei's appearance out of the corner of his eye.

It turned out that the handsome and profound eyebrows were lowered, and the room was covered by window screens, and the light and shadow were slightly dim, covering most of Mu Xiwei's face, except for the redness under the eyelashes, and the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, looking like she was about to cry. The appearance of not crying is quite pitiful.

No, Luo Yongzhou became confused for the second time.

Not to mention that the image of Juggernaut himself has been valiant and powerful in the past hundreds of years, and he has never lost his self-worth.

Is it embarrassing to admit the admiration and love for oneself?

Or is it that in the protagonist's world view, the strongest person is always themselves, and for them, it is an embarrassing thing to admit the brilliance of others?

After thinking about it, Luo Yongzhou could only get this answer.

After all, it is the protagonist written by him, even if his temper is weird and boring, what else can Luo Yongzhou do?

He could only pretend that he didn't see Mu Xiwei's pitiful appearance, and gave him a step down:

"What happened in Xicheng this time, Xiwei, do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes." Mu Xiwei blurted out, "Are you physically hindered?"

Ever since he saw Luo Yongzhou, that person has always been extremely domineering, and he wished to write the big characters "Lao Tzu Tian Number One" in the sky to show off.

That is to say, he is so good-looking that he can suppress this arrogance that makes people itch.

But looking at it now, Luo Yongzhou's face is extremely white under the black hair, his eyelashes are very long, his lips are light in color, and the subtleties are vividly displayed before his eyes.

Like a pistil in a flower, a moon in the water, a handful of snow on the tip of a mountain, beautiful and fragile.

Luo Yongzhou didn't expect that he would ask this question, all the long speeches he had written on Xicheng were useless.

"What's the matter?" He snorted slightly, not caring, and immediately boasted to Mu Xi: "300 years ago, I was covered in wounds, and I also stepped up and killed the demon lord across the demon army. If I had It's the current state, let alone being able to play... three magic tricks with one hand."

Mu Xiwei stared at him with piercing eyes.

He wasn't laughing at Luo Yongzhou's bragging to the point of exaggeration, and it was obvious when he took it apart.

It turned out that the Juggernaut... also had such a difficult time, such a life-and-death struggle.

After saying that, Luo Yongzhou was also stunned.

All the memories of the original owner about 300 years were locked tightly, and he had no way of knowing what happened 300 years ago.

But what Luo Yongzhou said just now seems to come from the heart, there is no need to think at all, no need to search through the memories.

It's as if... He really experienced such a past event 300 years ago, and it is unforgettable, so even now that he has completely forgotten the memory, he will still inevitably think about it.

Between Mu Xiwei's strange encounters, the bull's head asked in a wrong way: "Why do you wear a golden mask all the time?"

Mu Xiwei has been curious about this question for a long time.

Others wear masks either because their faces are ugly, or because they have old wounds that cannot be healed, and they are used to cover up one or two.

But Luo Yongzhou is obviously not this kind of person.

If it hadn't been for the fact that his mask hadn't been shattered in a decisive battle with the Great Demon Lord a hundred years ago, the world might not know Luo Yongri's true face.

This is really asking Luo Yongzhou.

He couldn't answer.

Luo Yongzhou didn't care much about the golden mask, it didn't matter if he didn't wear it, and it didn't matter if he wore it.

But the original owner has never left the golden mask for so many years, presumably there must be a reason for his reluctance to leave.

Luo Yongzhou couldn't say anything, so he could only change the subject with a murmur: "Speaking of which, Xiwei, hasn't my teacher taught you Baiyunjian's cultivation method?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and Mu Xi was speechless: "It should be like this."

This master and apprentice can do it.

The master didn't think of teaching the disciples the formulas and mental methods, and the disciples also forgot to ask the teacher to practice.

A genuine superficial mentor and apprentice.

Luo Yongzhou was also a little embarrassed, coughed and said: "It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, I will tell you now."

After finishing speaking, he shook his hand, and the jade slips fell like rain, the sound of falling to the ground could be heard clearly upstairs and downstairs, it was suspected that the earth was shaking.

Mu Xiwei flipped through the two volumes casually, and found that they were all peerless exercises that could appear in the scriptures. She couldn't help feeling a little complicated and expressionless.

If Lu Guijing knew that his uncle had handed over all of Bai Yunjian's family fortune to his disciple, he would probably be as complicated and expressionless as Mu Xiwei.

After Luo Yongzhou finished teaching the exercises, he talked about sword techniques again: "The basic entry-level sword technique in Baiyun Jian focuses on a—"

He was suddenly at a loss for words, unable to think of what he should say.

Under normal circumstances, anyone with a little bit of cultivation would be in the sect or travel around to preach to the younger generations, firstly to benefit future generations, and secondly to consolidate their own experience.

There is no eternal day alone.

It's not that he cherishes himself and is stingy with sharing.

It's just about Luo Yongzhou, I really can't tell.

In his words, it is to raise the sword, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. The moment you see the sword technique, you will naturally know how to practice.

How can this be said?

Luo Yongzhou recalled that when the original master was getting started, Qi Hengduan used to maintain an arrogant and cold-faced senior brother, while poking and poking eagerly like an old mother, from time to time he asked the original master if he wanted advice on swordsmanship.

After being glanced at by the original owner, all enthusiasm was extinguished with a cold sentence.

It seems to be saying "Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, this kind of sword technique that can be mastered at a glance does not need to be instructed."

Yue Shuangjiang was there, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and added fuel and vinegar with a smile, "Hengduan, it's because of you, don't use yourself to judge your junior brother's level."

From then on, when Qi Hengduan saw the original owner, he always looked sideways with his chin raised, and made the original owner wonder if his brother's facial structure was a little different from ordinary people after a while.

Mu Xiwei had been waiting for Luo Yongzhou to continue, but she couldn't wait for his next sentence.

He saw the blade of the sword in front of him flashing against the sun, and it was unsheathed faintly. Luo Yongzhou stood up from the bed: "Forget it, I can't explain it well, let's act it out again."

Turning the hilt of the sword in his palm, Luo Yongzhou seemed to be nostalgic, and said with a smile, "I haven't used sword moves seriously for a long time."

After he attained a little attainment, he relied entirely on the artistic conception in the way of swordsmanship to win. In the later stage, it was even more simple and rude, directly crushing with sword energy and sword intent.

When he was just lying on the bed, he didn't sit upright, his whole body was lazy as if he had no bones, and he was worried that he would fall apart when he breathed.

Picking up a sword is completely different.

Luo Yongzhou still had black hair covering his back, and he was nine feet tall, with thin and graceful shoulder blades protruding from under the light clothes, making him look slim and thin.

But he seemed to be a different person, as well as a different place.Such as the sky above the head of the stars, and the thick loess ground under the feet.

Only when the sky is the cover and the earth is the foundation, is he worthy of a person like him.

Mu Xi held her breath slightly: "Master, the space in the room is cramped, do you want to change it?"

He saw Luo Yongzhou smile at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

The next moment, he flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword shone with an arc of light.

The blade of the sword pierced through the air solemnly, and in Mu Xiwei's ears, it became the sound of phoenix roaring and dragon roaring, and Jiao Chi roaring.

Originally, there was only a gleam of clear light from the tip of the sword, but it spread out like waves in the air, with infinite murderous intent.

In every centimeter, every centimeter of the sword light, which is so small as to be invisible, there is a faint aura that turns into a round of light and flashes.

It is this mustard seed-like light, which contains the true meaning of pure swordsmanship, which can once again explode like fireworks, releasing countless sword auras in a mighty way, sweeping away thousands of troops, combined into a shocking sword, cutting Kill the most powerful.

Under the cold light of the sword, Mu Xiwei's blood froze all over his body, his heart beat faster, and he even forgot to be afraid, just staring at Luo Yongzhou's sword in a daze.

Bai Yunjian's entry-level swordsmanship is just the most basic one-sword starting move.

In the hands of the Juggernaut, can it display such power?

The sword edge retreated, and the sword light returned to the nest like a bird returning to the nest, only a little shadow remained to prove that it had existed, and the rest were put into the sheath by Yuanrong Wuxia, watertight.

It can really be stored and released, and the water does not leak.

Mu Xi was fascinated by the aftertaste, until she saw a little sweat dripping from Luo Yongzhou's temples, and her lips were stained reddish. Then she came to her senses and helped Luo Yongzhou, who didn't know what was wrong with her body, to the bed.

Under his palms, he could outline the thin waist and the shoulder blades that were isolated and felt a little lonely. Mu Xiwei didn't dare to think carefully about the tactile sensation of the skin that was only separated by a thin layer of clothes.

He suppressed his heart beating wildly, just lowered his eyes respectfully, didn't think about anything, didn't look at anything, and helped him back to the bed.

Luo Yongzhou's face was so lethal that he dared not look at it at all.

"Eh? Xiwei, don't you have a saber handy so far?"

Luo Yongzhou happened to glance at Mu Xiwei's ordinary saber, both in style and texture, and said with disgust:

"Change this one, I'll find you a better one later."

Speaking of hidden swords, even though Baiyunjian is a sword cultivator, Bihai still ranks first in the number of rare swords.

Luo Yongzhou has already started to seriously think about how to cheat Qiu Qingya next time they meet:

"Xiwei, what do you want?"

Mu Xiwei bumped into the spring water of peach blossoms in his eyes, such a gentle and sparkling color, so fascinating that people wished to crash into it to death.

Especially when he was so proud on weekdays, his eyes were also cold, and he was so mad that he couldn't hold anything.

Who wouldn't want to be the one with a heart as soft as a fossil?

In particular, the hard-hearted heart is still number one in the world, and the number one beauty list, because of his little tenderness at the moment——

He was really going through fire and water, and he was willing to die.

Mu Xiwei still couldn't keep her last bit of concentration, and ran away in a blink of an eye.

He leaned his back against the wall, listening to the sound of his heart beating like thunder.

Why yourself?

He would rather never know each other from the very beginning, and he would still be that disgraced country boy struggling for a chance of life.

It's better than now, step by step, to fall in love with one's master with sincerity, but to enjoy the tenderness that he treats another person, which was stolen by him because of his despicable similar face.

That kind of despair and resignation that would never make it to the top almost fried Mu Xiwei's heart and lungs to the bone.

Mu Xi pressed against the wall for a long time, his chest rose and fell several times, and his wisdom gradually regained the dominance.

He bit his lip, in order to calm down his flustered mind, he simply practiced the starting gesture that Qiluo Yongzhou taught him.

Mu Xiwei is indeed extremely talented, and he can learn it as soon as he is taught.

It also couldn't hide the fact that when he was a beginner, he couldn't retract and retract as freely as Luo Yongzhou, and collapsed the entire second floor of the inn with a single sword.

Sensing this movement, Luo Yongzhou opened his eyes in relief in the ruins, and said to the system in his heart: "It turns out that Xiwei ran this time because he was too excited and not good at expressing because he was promised by my teaching."

All right, forgive him.

system:"……"

All right, just be happy.

Apprentices who are pampered by themselves can bear it by themselves.

Mu Xiwei's amazing sword strike scared the banquet quite a bit.

As soon as his figure moved, he jumped from the lobby on the first floor to where Mu Xiwei was. He quickly grabbed Mu Xiwei and said eagerly:

"Uncle Mu, did you use your sword just now because there was an enemy ambushing you, or because the demons invaded?"

After talking about the feast, he drew out his sword, and played very carefully, looking around vigilantly, only waiting for the enemy to show his clues, and cut him down with a sword.

Mu Xiwei: "...Neither of them."

He apologized: "I was practicing swordsmanship, and I didn't control my strength for a while. I really feel sorry for all my fellow disciples. I will try my best to make up for it."

Yan Huan: "..."

Just when he was about to talk about how to practice the sword properly in the room, he saw another person coming down the precarious stairs on the second floor.

At this time, Luo Yongzhou put on a mask, a cloak and a robe, and appeared in front of everyone again.

Yan Huan immediately stopped talking, and was going to wait for Luo Yongzhou to reprimand Mu Xiwei.

Hey, I hope the Juggernaut knows from this experience that when looking for an apprentice, it is better to find him who cares about the overall situation and will never practice swords and smash things in the room.

Then Yan also watched Luo Yongzhou turn his head sideways, glanced at himself, and left a sentence: "I taught it."

Is it great to have a Juggernaut as a backer?

Yan also quickly changed his words: "Sure enough, it is so powerful that even a solid building like an inn can be smashed down."

It is indeed remarkable.

"what!"

"careful!"

"This little boy has a ghost!"

The disciples shouted indiscriminately.

Yan still heard it and watched it intently.

The screams of the disciples were not groundless.Originally the mistress was fine, with a warm smile on her face, bowed her head and walked through the hall like a hospitable mistress.

However, when a corner of the second floor collapsed, he suddenly changed.

Death was so abrupt on his face, cutting off the original rosy glow, Xiaoer's skin was pale, and he looked like a madman, and he rushed towards the crowd with his teeth bared and his mouth cracked:

"My inn! My inn!"

That shrill, high-pitched, whining voice made goosebumps all over your body.

However, even if it seems to be haunted, Xiao Er is still a mortal.

There was no need for a feast at all, and the disciples put down their chopsticks, three times, five divisions, and tied Xiaoer up in a calm manner.

Yan also took two steps forward, looked down at him and asked: "It is our fault that the inn was damaged, and we will compensate you for the loss. Why do you beat people for no reason?"

Xiao Er stared blankly at him for a while.

The kernels of his eyeballs were enlarged a lot, almost filling the entire eye sockets empty, without the whites of the eyes, only the godless blackness.

When Xiao Er was tied up, he seemed to be at a loss for a moment, but now he was crying again, getting up heartbroken, beating the ground and crying loudly: "My inn! My inn!"

His nails forcibly scratched one long scratch after another on the hard floor tiles, and soon the scratches were bloody: "You want my life! You want my life!"

No matter how Yan Huan and other disciples asked, they changed many ways of asking, and used both soft and hard methods, but they still got the two sentences of "my inn" and "you want my life."

The other guests showed no sign of change, as if they couldn't see this amazing farce at all, those who should eat and those who should stay in the hotel.

Some people even ignored the damaged steps on the second floor, stepped on the ground and squatted.

Then he got up as if nothing had happened, walked up the same track again, fell down and squatted for the second time.

He quickly and persistently climbed up for the third time.

This scene seemed ridiculous, but it made all the disciples in Baiyun Jian feel a creepy chill in their hearts.

"Ghost city..." A disciple murmured in shock: "It's actually true, this Xicheng is really a ghost city! The rumors are absolutely true."

Yan Huan's face was not very good-looking.

Logically speaking, what kind of ghost city is Xicheng, a city where only mortals lived before death, and there will be no waves after death.How can I hide it from his eyes?

However, this Xicheng is weird, and there is no clue that Yan can't see it. It wasn't until Mu Xiwei smashed the inn, and Xiao Er suddenly went crazy, that Yan still noticed that there was something wrong with him. The ghostly spirit of people.

"Brother Yan."

The female cultivator who pointed out that the residents in the city were dressed differently spoke again, and her complexion turned a little pale, but fortunately she still did not lose her composure:

"Look outside."

Yan still looked at it as he said, and didn't see anything wrong.Outside the inn is a rather lively snack street, with vendors shouting and shouting on both sides, and people coming and going.

The female cultivator said: "I have always had a good memory, and I can remember everything around me. These people on the street are exactly the same group as yesterday, and they even walk the same steps. How do you move forward? Turn left, how do you back up?"

When she said a word, all the disciples took a deep breath.

It's not that they are timid and afraid of ghosts, it's really that this kind of thing happened quietly around them, buried under the peaceful appearance of Xicheng... It's really, it's horrifying to think about it.

Female cultivator: "And when they are sold at the street vendors... the size and number of candied haws, and the pleats on the buns are all exactly the same as yesterday."

After she said that, she also felt scared, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, she glanced at the back and said: "No matter how coincidental, it won't come to this point, there is definitely something wrong with this city."

After hearing what she said, some disciples who couldn't sit still jumped up from their chairs like they were on fire: "Then what are you waiting for? Since there are ghosts in this city, we must have slipped away!"

"Wait!"

Yan also drank with his face sinking like water.

His own cultivation is not low, he can fight with swordsmanship, and he knows that there is a great god here to help them. After the initial surprise, he didn't mess up in the slightest:

"There may be ghosts in this city, but ghosts were mortals before they were alive. What do you think they can do to you?"

"Furthermore, you are sure that after leaving the city gate, it is really the world we are familiar with, not some ghost world?"

Yan Huan glanced over the crowd with a smile that was not a smile, and silenced a group of disciples one by one.

They subconsciously looked at Mu Xiwei, their eyeballs rolling around.

In this team, Mu Xiwei is the only one who is qualified to fight against Yan.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xiwei walked out of the inn without saying anything, and then drew his sword and chopped the booth into two pieces.

He drew his sword very fast, and the boss was still looking around in a daze, not knowing what happened and not reacting. Mu Xiwei had already calmly walked to another stall and continued to chop.

Just like that, walking all the way, chopping all the way, Yan was so startled that he also sat stiffly in the inn and forgot to stop him.

What did my master tell me before going out?

Yan is still confused.

Oh yes, it seems to be a big comfort for the old man, saying that Mu Xiwei, who is going to take over as the head of Baiyunjian, is a good boy, completely different from the group of sword cultivators who only know how to fight and kill all day long.

Different…

Yes, if you blow up half of the Liuli Terrace as soon as you come out, then smash the inn and cut down the city, it can be said that it is different from their group of sword repairers who fight and kill.

That is indeed different.

After all, no one can make as much noise as Mu Xiwei in such a short period of time?

Should it be said that he is a disciple of the Juggernaut?The temper of fighting and messing up the scene is a ten-tenth of his imitation.

Yan still smiled wryly, just when he was about to stop Mu Xiwei and try to rescue him, Luo Yongzhou pulled him back.

Luo Yongzhou said: "Let Xiwei go."

Yan also heard a little bit of comfort and pride from his faint words.

No, your disciple loves to smash things, what is there to be proud of as a master?

Luo Yongzhou: "You must have noticed that the residents in the city are basically not living people, and they just repeat what they did before their lives by instinct. If they don't leave the city, the situation may fall into a stalemate."

Yan still nodded, and said: "And what happened in Xicheng is weird. Although I don't know the reason, and I don't know who did it. But when we come here, we at Baiyunjian must thoroughly investigate to the end, and return the people of Xicheng to their innocence."

For the first time, he heard a hint of appreciation in the voice of the Juggernaut: "Not bad."

When the two were talking, Mu Xiwei entered the inn with a long line of people chasing and beating him madly.

The group of people came in in a state of turmoil. They bumped into the tables and chairs of the inn, blocked the door of the inn, and shouted so loudly that they seemed to lift a layer of skin off the roof of the inn.

Even so, the original customers in the store can still turn a blind eye, and when they are knocked down, they pat their butts and get up and continue to eat, which is also a skill.

Although the disciples didn't understand Mu Xiwei's intentions, they took the rope consciously and tied the crazy city residents into rice dumplings one by one, and threw them all over the inn.

Only then did Mu Xiwei have time to speak: "I suspect that this is a ghost town, and the residents in it are trapped in the pre-death scene, unable to extricate themselves, so the cycle repeats day by day."

It was surprisingly consistent with what Luo Yongzhou said.

Mu Xiwei: "So I thought that I must find some way to get Xicheng out of this cycle of reincarnation."

Having said that, Yan has already understood.

Sure enough, Mu Xiwei said: "So I simply cut off the most important equipment for them during their lifetime, disrupting their original fixed life trajectory, let's wait until the next day to see what kind of reaction here will be."

Yan also thought about their current situation.

No matter how good the disciples in Baiyunjian are, they are not afraid of ordinary people in a city. The most urgent task for everyone is to find the missing disciples and find out the secret behind Xicheng. Mu Xiwei's move is indeed a good way.

Immediately agreed: "Okay, as Master Mu said, let's take a good look at it tomorrow."

He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and arranged for his disciples to be divided into several groups, with day and night shifts. He also ordered that if he wanted to go out and leave the inn, he must report in advance, and three or more people should go together.

"sixteen."

Mu Xiwei was trembling with fear for Luo Yongzhou's body, seeing his thoughtful and eager look, his heart skipped a beat, and he said forcefully:

"You haven't been in good health for the past two days, so it's better not to worry about it."

As he spoke, he helped Luo Yongzhou up the crumbling stairs, and packed him into the bed in the room so that he could recuperate.

Luo Yongzhou: "..."

The banquet below also had a shocked expression on his face: "..."

Juggernaut is in poor health?

All the people in the world may be in poor health, but his old man will not.

Tell Juggernaut not to worry and not to do it?

What do you think of the father and son of the Bai family who were beaten to the ground with a sword two days ago?Don't the land gods want to lose face?

What kind of heavy filter does this have to say?

The banquet is still willing to bow down.

Deep night.

This street may be the reason why Mu Xi has cleared it once, it looks extraordinarily deserted, with a ghostly air about it, which makes a white-clothed figure stand out on the street.

Luo Yongzhou walked through this street.

There were pedestrians outside the streets and alleys, because it was late at night, not too many, most of them were drunks who were as drunk as mud, and people seeking pleasure who came out of brothels in a hurry.

It is obviously a normal scene, but after knowing the true face of this city, it makes people feel chills from the soles of their feet to the top of the sky.

Luo Yongzhou is not afraid of these things.

His face was as usual, and his footsteps also walked to the gate of Xicheng City as usual.

Standing in front of the city gate was a man in black robes. The guards at the gate were tightly armored, the torches were burning brightly, and the weapons were shining. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like the guard was lax, but the man in black robes was allowed to stand still. the door.

The man in black bowed his head respectfully when he saw Luo Yongzhou, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear the original tone: "My lord."

"Well, land gods."

Luo Yongzhou said something.

There are only ten people in the world, and each of them is a land god who is high enough to influence the situation in the world of cultivating immortals. Hearing Luo Yongzhou's tone, it is similar to mentioning Chinese cabbage.

"If I remember correctly, there are only three land gods of the demon race, the sun, the moon and the star. I have seen them all. Which one are you?"

The face of the black-robed demons distorted imperceptibly: "This subordinate is the leader of the Japanese Ministry."

After saying that, the leader of the Japanese Ministry trembled.

At that moment, the leader of the Ribu felt that Luo Yongzhou really wanted to kill him, and the sword intent brushed past his neck, which was only a hair's breadth away from actually doing it.

The four surnames are a group of trash who are not successful enough to reveal more than bad things.

Luo Yongzhou knew without even thinking about it, it was thanks to whose blessing that the soul of the leader of the Japanese Ministry who was imprisoned by him escaped.

This account is kept and will be settled slowly when he returns to Immortal Dao.

The leader of the Ribu said: "Your subordinates have learned that the Lord is coming here, so I am here to welcome you."

Luo Yongri said in a low voice: "It is false to welcome me, but it is true that I am ordered by your other master to come and pick me up to the Demon Realm."

The leader of the Japanese Ministry paused there, not thinking about how to answer for a while.

"But that's all right."

Luo Yongzhou understated it, and took it in one stroke: "If your lord is the person behind the Xicheng case, I originally planned to rush over to meet him today."

The leader of the Japanese Ministry still stayed there in embarrassment.

He doesn't know what resting city is never resting city.Mu Qi asked him to pick up Luo Yongzhou tonight, saying that Luo Yongzhou would definitely come back with him, and the leader of the Ribu could only agree.

Luo Yongzhou: "Now I'm a little curious about who your master is."

Knowing that he would take advantage of this night to find him to settle accounts for Xicheng, he sent the leader of the Ribu to come along.

The understanding of him is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Let's go."

Luo Yongzhou's departure was more straightforward than the head of the Japanese Ministry who was dawdling in place.

Before he left, he looked back and said a word.Even through a whole golden mask, the cold light in his eyes made the leader of the Japanese Ministry tremble:

"I might as well tell you that there are my Baiyunjian disciples in Xicheng, and there are even more of my disciples."

The leader of the Ribu was a little confused about what Luo Yongzhou meant. What was the difference between telling him this kind of thing and revealing his shortcomings?

Luo Yongzhou: "I'm telling you to let you know that they are very important to me. If there is a mistake, you demons can't afford the price."

"I don't like to speak harsh words, but you know the consequences of touching Bai Yunjian's disciples while I'm gone."

"Because I prefer to do it directly than to speak harshly."

Early next morning.

A group of disciples in Baiyun Jian lost their minds.

The person Mu Xiwei kidnapped from the street yesterday was still peacefully staying in the inn, depressed.

The only problem was the number of people, Mu Xiwei disappeared.

"Uncle Mu and my strength seem to be different, why did he suddenly disappear?"

Yan still didn't believe it, so he first asked the disciples in the second class who were on duty last night if they saw Mu Xiwei.

Then ask the others if Mu Xiwei told them that he has something to do, so he will leave the inn for now.

The answers that came out were surprisingly unanimous.

Even if Yan Huan didn't want to believe it anymore, there was one thing he knew very well.

Mu Xiwei was in charge of keeping the etiquette. At such a critical juncture, there were clear orders first, and she would never do things like sneaking out without explaining to everyone.

Then there is only one explanation left——

Mu Xiwei really disappeared.

Yan was still thinking heavily, and sighed worriedly, thinking that he was in big trouble this time.

As expected, he saw the anxious expression on the faces of his disciples.

That's right, Mu Xiwei is number one in the heavenly list, and even after defeating Yan Huan, he was able to disappear without a sound, no one would notice, so what about them?

How could they be better than Mu Xiwei?

The situation that Yan was least willing to see happened.Bai Yunjian was still overwhelmed by Mu Xiwei's sudden and trivial matter, and lost his position.

He said a few words to calm the restless minds of the disciples for the time being, and went upstairs to the room where Luo Yongzhou was.

Regardless of whether the Juggernaut knows about it or not, he should let him know because of his feelings and reason.

As a result, she pushed the room away, and Yan was dumbfounded.

The room was empty, and the Juggernaut was not in it at all.

He covered his face, filled with despair.

Leading the team for the first time, the Juggernaut and his disciples both disappeared and their whereabouts are unknown.

What kind of hell-level nightmare difficulty copy is this that I brought?

Is it still too late to go back and cry to Master?

But deep down in Yan's heart, there was a faint feeling of happiness that he didn't even notice.

Without the pair of master and apprentice, it is finally clean.

"you're awake."

As soon as Mu Xiwei opened his eyes, he saw a face that was exactly the same as Bai Yutan's.

But the details are a little different.

Relying on his family background, Bai Yutan is extremely arrogant and conceited. This kind of temperament has been permeated in his eyes irresistibly since he was born with him for more than 700 years.

But the people in front of me are different.With a gentle smile on his lips, he forcibly pulled Bai Yutan's long and narrow eyes and thin lips out of amiability.

It is a kind of playful world, a happy and carefree style.

When people see him, they can't help but get close to him, and want to make friends with him.

Mu Xi bent her fingers vigilantly, intending to call out the original sword energy.Mu Xiwei didn't believe that the person who could knock him out and move here directly from Xicheng was a kind person with good intentions.

"Original sword energy."

Mu Qi saw through his intentions at a glance, let Mu Xi move slightly, and said casually: "The original sword energy is a good thing. It's a pity that Luo Yongzhou can't beat me now. You don't have enough cultivation, so don't waste your energy. "

Mu Xiwei's attempt was in vain.The spiritual power in Mu Xiwei's body was tightly sealed. He is no different from ordinary people now, so he can't use the original sword energy.

He stood up and saw that he was in a place like a tent, and he could also see thousands of lights outside, the red tassels fluttering on the tent, like thousands of catkins blown bloody under the lights, the military flag Being blown up by the strong wind in the Demon Realm, the magic breath floating in the air made people extremely uncomfortable.

I am in the demon army.

Mu Xiwei tried hard to recall the scene of last night.

He didn't dare to fall asleep, so he just closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, but was knocked out by the intrusion of the demon in front of him, and was bound here without any resistance.

Mu Xi asked Mu Qi in a slightly cold voice: "Why did you tie me here?"

He had a rough guess in his mind.

At this critical moment of the battle between humans and demons, the demons tied themselves up, didn't they want to use themselves to threaten the master, or was there some reason?

His nails snapped and dug deep into his palms.

I should have understood a long time ago, as a disciple of the Juggernaut, as a Juggernaut's weakness,