When ordinary people look at people, they first look at their clothes and then their appearance.

When Yang Yu observes people, they first look at the fate, and then look at their breath.

"call!"

Shortly after the sake Taoist was leaving, Yang Yu had already walked out of the night and reached out to touch the illusory aura.

The invisible Qi field is everywhere.

With the rotation of the primordial magnetic field as a basis, Yang Yu could easily erase the traces he left in a place, even if it was a plant or a tree, it could not be recorded.

Similarly, you can also trace the scenes that have happened here based on the seemingly existing and non-existent energy.

Breaking through barriers, the rotation of the Yuan magnetic field is no longer a martial arts technique, but it has the power of magical powers.

"Cangjiangmen, sake..."

After concentrating on his mind, Yang Yu recognized the Taoist who was following him.

The Taoist Sakejiu is a true disciple of the previous generation of Cangjiangmen. He was in the position of Jiuyao more than 80 years ago.

According to legend, the ritual was extremely powerful, which made dozens of cities in Qianyuan turn upside down.

Jiang Shentong's family was young and died in that turmoil.

Rituals are the name among all the masters of supernatural powers. For mortals, this is Tianqing!

"This sake Taoist is much more powerful than that of Zhuyeqing... The Dragon King of Bibotan that he mentioned was the person who peeked behind the green snake that day and night?"

Prison Yang changed his mind.

The incarnation Wujian has jumped up from the shadow, floating and hiding in the night like a ghost.

With the rotation of the Yuan Magnetic Power, the two realms are powerful and powerful, and the incarnation is better than the original, and the way of tracing and hiding...

While using one mind and two ways to perceive the perspective of incarnation, Yang Yu turned around and walked towards Qianshan City.

He is a human being in his three lives, and he will not be careful in his work, but once he does it, he must do his best.

It is not his style to leave any future troubles.

...

...

As the sun sets, Qianshan City is as usual.

The thrilling night had become a topic of conversation after dinner, with streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants, and even storytellers all making loud comments.

"But that day, a snake demon was disturbing the wind and clouds, trying to cover up the mountain, and killing living creatures..."

"At this time of crisis, the true disciple of Cangjiangmen, Xian Changfangqing, Yan Ming, took action in anger and fought against the snake demon in the sky. After thousands of rounds, he finally killed the snake outside the city!"

"But I don't expect that there is a demon from the Tianli Sect in the city. He hides his figure and takes action in secret, and assassinates two immortal chiefs!"

...

In the restaurant, the storyteller's voice was up and down, as if he was in the scene.

The people applauded, but many magical masters looked at each other coldly, despised them, but did not refute anything.

On the street, a pair of masters and apprentices figured out the truth about that night from the crowd of discussions.

"There is such a master hidden in this Qianshan City? Why didn't he take action when he killed that evil dragon that day?"

Listening to the discussions in the streets and alleys, Yan Xia was a little surprised when he changed his appearance and dressed as a Taoist priest in You Fang.

Of course he did not believe the most widely circulated rumors in the city at this moment, but it is true that the two true legends of Cangjiangmen were killed.

Even, the snake demon...

"Can it be him?"

Jiang Shentong also changed his dress, his tattered Taoist robe was full of dust.

He listened quietly to the discussions of many people, and couldn't help but think of the young man who snatched the "Blood Pond Dao Fruit" in the heavy rain that day.

"Master, do you recognize him?"

Yan Xia was a little confused.

Jiang Shentong didn't speak, but just accelerated his pace and headed towards the city of sacrificial city.

In just three or four months, the city area has undergone tremendous changes. The Longzi Temple, which once had a strong incense, has already changed its master.

At this moment, the city is filled with people, and the incense in various temples is quite popular. The blessings of various temples are distributed, rice and flour are being distributed to attract pilgrims.

"snort!"

Looking at this scene, Yan Xia was very resentful:

"It's really ignorant and ridiculous to kowtow just for this little rice and flour..."

He remembered how these believers cursed and cursed their master and the sword immortal Nanling after slaying the dragon that day.

"Shut up!"

Jiang Shentong slapped his disciples with a slap:

"If my master had not accepted you as a disciple, how could you know that you are not among them now? Before you became an immortal, you would have forgotten your identity completely?!"

"Disciple is wrong..."

Seeing that his master seemed to be really angry, Yan Xia admitted his mistake with some grievance:

"But they curse you..."

"You only see them kowtowing to worship God, but you don't know that the rice and flour are enough for a few days for their family..."

Jiang Shentong sighed:

"Although our master and apprentice are not doing well, we have supernatural powers and never lack food, but these people..."

The climate in Nanling is mild, with rice ripe four times a year, and there is no shortage of rice and flour at all, but this is just theoretically.

The abundant resources are never inconsistent with starving people to death.

When he was young, if it weren't for the relief of these temples, I'd be afraid that the mother and the mother would have died two hundred years ago...

"The disciple is wrong."

Yan Xia couldn't stand his master's sigh, and hurriedly admitted his mistakes and changed the topic:

"You said you were invited to the Qianyuan Emperor Capital, but why did you suddenly change your mind? This Qianshan City is not very good..."

“Where’s the best place?”

Jiang Shentong glared at him with a serious expression:

"I'm afraid of destruction in Qianshan City... Cangjiang Gate is not worthy of the name of the Immortal Gate..."

Jiang Shentong's expression was muddy.

The death of the evil dragon would attract revenge, which he did not expect.

Because, in the final analysis, Cangjiangmen is above the Qianyuan Dynasty!

The Cangjiang Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are countless masters in the sect, and they are even more backed by the leader of the immortal sect, Wanshitian Sect.

Unexpectedly, he could not protect his people, and both of the two true teachings died in the city...

How terrifying and terrifying it would be to be able to ignore Cangjiangmen and mobilize the power of the Nine-Grade-level monster slaughtering the city...

"ah?!"

Yan Xia was stunned and subconsciously covered a string of bells around his waist:

"Then you are here this time, will it be..."

"Let's take a look."

Jiang Shentong sighed in his heart.

Dingling ~

Suddenly, the bell hanging around Yan Xia's waist rang.

"Um?!"

Jiang Shentong was shocked and suddenly looked up.

In front of me is a shabby little temple located in a remote place with almost no incense. The temple in the courtyard is actually a child of six or seven years old...

"This bell..."

Yan Xia shook the bell hard. This bell was the few inherited magic weapons left in the Hundan Sect.

Its name is "Immortals guide the way".

At this moment, he also came to his senses, a little annoyed and helpless. His master is here to meddle in other people's business again.

But why did this immortal point to such a small temple? Could it be that the enemy is in this small temple?

"Walk!"

Jiang Shentong reacted quickly, grabbed Yan Xia and disappeared into the shadow in the corner of the wall. Almost at the same time, a flying sword cut through the void and shattered the wall with a "swish" sound.

Before Yuan Ben looked up, he disappeared without a trace.

"call!"

The shadow flowed, and in an instant, Jiang Shentong had changed his direction dozens of times, cutting away all traces of breath he had left.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a palm was placed on his shoulder without any haste.
Chapter completed!