Someone was injured by the explosion and his hands and feet were bleeding.

Someone had long expected that they would run to the gate of Xuan Realm and set up a trap on the way.

"A person who is not injured, hurry up and help the injured recover." As soon as the old woman said, the rest of the people were reluctant to do it. "We are in the same boat, and we will die here without helping each other."

"No..." At night, a cold man's voice suddenly sounded in the silence, "Those who surrender voluntarily and claim to be cultivating themselves can not be killed. Give you ten breaths to consider. After ten breaths, those who do not claim to be cultivating themselves... die!"

Death! Bingbing cold, murderous intent boils!

Echoing in the night sky, it is particularly gloomy and cold.

Some people hesitate, some hesitate, some disdain, and some unmoved.

However, after ten breaths, under the cold eyes of the old man and the old woman, no one dared to act without any action. Because they all understood that if they dared to claim their own cultivation and did not need to kill people in secret, the two envoys would kill them first. Therefore, Mo Liancheng's words did not work.

A sneer rose again in the void.

"Then, congratulations to everyone, enjoy the little time left." After Mo Liancheng said this, he ignored these people. Similarly, he did not appear again, and let these people make trouble. Since he had seen before, there were only two people in this group who were proficient in formations, one was Jun Sanye, who was dead.

The other one is Lord Lan, who has been captured by him.

At present, it is being locked in the Jiuxiao Tower, and the Qinling Mountains is under investigation.

Lord Lan has already made Mo Liancheng eat so hard since he betrayed his companions.

A person who is greedy for life and fears death cannot keep the secret.

A punishment room re-elected by a man in the Jiuxiao Tower.

Qinling smiled proudly, three points more dazzling than the newly married groom.

In a secret room, two only sober prisoners were set up.

One is Lord Lan and the other is a middle-aged man.

The other three were dying, and Qinling had already excitedly used spiritual medicine to hang his life and prepare to refine it into a puppet. When the other elders of the Zhan family saw Qinling staring at the three half-dead Qingxuan masters with light, their hearts were bleak... This reminded them of it, Qinling often stared at him with this kind of gaze?

...

On the first floor of Jiuxiao Tower, a group of ghost birds followed in.

There is no sunshine here and there is extremely abundant spiritual energy. They like it very much and fly around happily.

In addition, the interior space on the first floor of Jiuxiao Tower is very large, with hundreds of neatly arranged practice rooms, etc. In a not-so-large corner, there is also a small courtyard, buildings, thatched cottages, streams, rockery, and winding corridors, with a lot of spiritual medicine planted inside. This place is similar to the medicine garden in the Burial God Valley, which needs to be said to belong to the man in Qing. At first, Mo Liancheng suspected that the man in Qing was planning to use it when he was refining.

However, in this special corner, there are restrictions and formations, which ordinary people can't even get into.

Mo Liancheng couldn't get in for a while, and due to time issues, he didn't crack it.

There is no day or night in the tower, no sunshine or moonlight, and there is no luminous stone around it, which automatically shines.

At present, Mo Liancheng took the tower and left the imperial palace and entered the formation.
Chapter completed!