The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 145 142: Black-faced Centipede, Yan Xiuyuan

In the dark night,
In the mountains and forests.

Xiahou Yajun, who was fleeing in panic, suddenly turned around and started walking backwards.

She looked behind her, and saw only the endless darkness, without the figure of the killer.

But she didn't dare to relax at all. She used the Xuan Yue Sect's unique "Seven Emotions and Six Desires" to sense and could still detect the source of the huge murderous intent, but the distance was a little far.

It seemed as if someone tripped him and he was delayed for a moment.

However, just when she relaxed a little, the source of murderous intent suddenly disappeared and moved forward at an extremely fast speed again.

Her mood, which had just calmed down, was stirred up again by the murderous intent. Xiahou Yajun felt even greater fear coming towards her.

"Ba Zong, Black-faced Centipede Yan Xiuyuan, hello, you are all fine. I will remember the revenge for this ambush."

"Just wait, wait. A gentleman's revenge is never too late, but I will take revenge from morning till night!"

The harsh words were spoken, but she turned around and ran away again without any hesitation.

The panic and fear in that figure's back are unknown to outsiders.

In just a moment, she arrived at the foot of Anyue City. At her level, the city gate naturally didn't matter to her.

She flew up and just tapped the high city wall a few times, then she was on the top of the city wall. She glanced casually and found no one, then she tiptoed and flew down.

The layout of Anyue City was naturally much more compact. She shuttled through the streets and alleys and ran on the roofs. Every time she wanted to stop, she could feel the huge murderous intent approaching quickly.

This made her face pale, her teeth clenched, her body trembled constantly, and her breath became weaker and weaker, but she did not dare to stop.

She finally stopped in front of a Taoist temple, looked up, and saw the three big characters "Wenxiang Temple". A hint of hesitation flashed across her brows.

She is not a fool, so she naturally knows that what happened today is full of strange things. It is possible that someone wants to use her to achieve a certain goal.

But what does it matter if you know?

How should you choose between your own life and the enemy's goal?

She is still very clear!
She gritted her teeth, took out a white bone whistle from her arms, gathered her strength, and blew it suddenly.

But she did not stop in front of the gate, nor did she enter. Instead, she turned in another direction and walked along the Wenxiang Temple, blowing the bone whistle as she walked.

The bone whistle was silent and didn't seem to cause any ripples, but deep in the Wenxiang Temple, in a house, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was not loud and did not spread beyond the room, but it was as mournful as an eagle's cry.

Zhou Wu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, casually took out the same bone whistle, and crushed it directly.

The sound stopped immediately, and the inner energy in his body surged. He floated up from the bed on his own and landed in front of the window beside him.

He opened the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "So, what was supposed to come finally came?"

"As expected, some debts must be repaid!"

……

At the main entrance of Wenxiang Temple,

The dark-faced middle-aged man was already standing here. He raised his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

Women, women, you are incapable of accomplishing anything, but always capable of causing trouble!
Then, he no longer concealed his figure, and golden true energy surged out like flowing water, directly forming a line of about ten feet high in the air, just like a real armored general.

His "dominant body" move is much more powerful than that of King Gongye.

It’s not that there’s a big difference in size; the most important thing is the details. Every scale and every piece of armor looks real.

There are even traces of knife and axe cuts on it, like a general returning in glory after a hundred battles, with a tragic aura rising up.

Looking at the face of the Overlord again, there were two centipede-like lines on his face, which was exactly Yan Xiuyuan's own appearance.

The only difference is that his eyebrows are raised, and a domineering look that looks down on the world fills his brows.

With this Overlord's body around, his original figure had been completely obscured and could no longer be seen.

Stepping upward, the blue bricks cracked where my footsteps passed.
Until the gate of Wenxiang Temple, the huge fist smashed down, and the two heavy doors were completely shattered and flew backwards.

He didn't even have the slightest intention of hiding it.

After sensing the direction slightly, he took a step forward and rushed straight forward.

Wherever it passed, walls, beams, pillars, palaces and pavilions were shattered into huge human-shaped holes.

His movement naturally attracted the attention of the patrolling disciples in Wenxiang Temple. Many people saw it and shot the arrows in their hands.

There was only the sound of clanging and clashing, and the golden-armored overlord did not try to avoid it, but simply ignored it.

Of course, he still has to dodge some attacks.

Snapped……

A long whip was swung, bringing with it a gust of wind as strong as a knife. When it approached, the Golden Armored Overlord slightly turned his head and let it pass.

In the distance, a gentle female voice sounded, with a mixture of anger and rage: "Who are you, the lowly fellow, who dares to come to my Wenxiang Temple..."

Before she finished her words, she had already arrived close, but when she saw the golden-armored overlord who was several feet tall, her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle.

"You, you, you are..."

After all, he was an old hand in the world. After a moment of panic, Zhongli Linghui calmed down, retracted his whip, bowed respectfully, and said, "I wonder which senior from the Tyrant Sect is here to visit me, and what advice do you have for me at Wenxiang Temple?"

Yan Xiuyuan lowered his head slightly, and looked down at the woman in front of him from a height of about ten feet, as if he was staring at his prey.

He spoke, his voice like the sound of metal clashing: "Did you whip me just now?"

"Yes, but I didn't..." Without giving Zhongli Linghui a chance to explain, Yan Xiuyuan raised his finger. A ray of light bloomed on his golden finger, and a golden light shot out and went straight to Zhongli Linghui's head.

Zhongli Linghui's face changed drastically. He swung the whip in his hand, which directly rolled up a vortex. The internal energy was filled with internal energy, and he wanted to shatter the golden light.

She retreated quickly, tapping her feet at a very fast speed.

But the golden light seemed to be completely unaffected, its speed was getting faster and faster, and its distance was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zhongli Linghui gritted his teeth, shook his wrist, and the spinning whip suddenly hit the golden light like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue.

laugh!
With a slight sound, the long whip broke instantly, but the body that was coiled like a snake almost completely blocked the path of the golden light.

Just like this, the sound of "chi chi chi" continued, piercing through nine obstacles in a row, and the long whip in Zhongli Linghui's hand was completely scrapped.

Her eyes narrowed, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across them, and without saying a word, her hands moved like butterflies flying through flowers, and she slapped out again.

boom!
A cloud of dust dissipated, and Zhongli Linghui retreated dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, leaning against the wall before stopping.

Looking at his hands again, they were white and tender, but covered in blood and shaking like a sieve.

But that golden light also shattered!

This surprised Yan Xiuyuan a little, and he said, "You can actually take my blow and not die, not bad!"

There was fear and shock in Zhongli Linghui's eyes, but she did not give in at all. Her words were soft but firm as she said, "The top sect is the top sect, and the master is the master.

However, even if you are from the Tyrant Sect and are a master, it is against the rules of the martial arts world to come to me for no reason, isn't it?"

"Who said I was acting for no reason?"

Yan Xiuyuan paused and said, "I came here to hunt down the witch Xiahou Yajun of the Xuanyue Demon Sect. She escaped into your Wenxiang Temple, so I had to lock the door and take her away!"

With such a big commotion, a lot of people naturally gathered here, whether they were servants or disciples of Wenxiang Temple, they had already surrounded the place.

But even so, hearing the words 'evil cult witch' caused an uproar.

Zhongli Linghui was even more furious and said, "Don't talk nonsense. She is a demon girl from the Demon Cult. How could she be in my Wenxiang Temple?
Senior, there are some things you can’t say carelessly, right? "

"Is it nonsense? Just let me search for it, and I'll get the result."

"I can't make the decision on this matter. Please wait for a moment. When Master Zhou Guan comes, he will explain it to you."

"Haha, if you ask me to wait, I will wait. What if that witch escapes?"

"you……"

"Don't delay, it's not easy for me to find someone!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already strode forward, heading straight into the depths of Wenxiang Temple.

……

Smell the fragrance and observe the depths,
Xiahou Yajun, the witch of Xuanyue Sect, was bathing. The small bathtub was filled with various spices, and she was rubbing her body without caring about anything.

Her original clothes had been thrown into the fire and burned, and turned into ashes amid the crackling sound of burning wood.

Outside the screen, a burly figure stood there, speaking in a light tone: "You have been poisoned by Qianlixiang, and within a hundred miles, you will be tracked by a kind of 'Qianli Cicada'.

You can’t hide, escape, or avoid it.”

"Now, I am mixing the scents of various spices to weaken the tracking ability of the Thousand Mile Cicada. As long as you pull away from it by more than ten miles, it won't be able to find you."

"After you take a bath, I will let Hao Songqing take you out through the secret passage. The exit is outside the city. As for whether you can escape, it depends on you."

The screen could not completely block the view, and Zhou Wu's gaze seemed to contain some questioning and aggression.

After a pause, he continued, "However, since you have come to my place, Tyrant Sect will definitely not let you go. You should have considered the consequences, right?"

In the bathtub, Xiahou Yajun paused for a moment before saying, "Why do you feel that the Ba Zong didn't come for you?"

Zhou Wu said: "Whether it's for me or for you, I will take the brunt of this disaster.

Just one thing, if my Wenxiang Temple is really destroyed because of this, the agreement between you and me will become a dream and will no longer be valid.

I'm just asking, are you sure you want to do this?"

Xiahou Yajun raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to be looking through the screen at Zhou Wu, and she said, "I'm sure!

Moreover, I can also tell you that I will definitely pay back the loss I suffered this time, definitely!"

"Okay, now that you have made this decision, I have nothing to say."

Zhou Wu stopped talking nonsense and went out. He heard a rumbling sound in the distance that continued and even got closer.

Turning his head again, he looked at Hao Songqing and said, "Songqing, after sending her away, don't come back yet. If you get any bad news, go directly to Xuanzhen Temple.

Now, if there is anyone who can protect you, it is Chu Zhou."

Hao Songqing's expression was indescribable, with sadness and reluctance, and he said: "Master, is there really no turning back?"

“How can the Tyrant Sect leave any room for maneuver when doing things?
When you leave, remember to take the letter I left for you. When Chu Zhou sees it, he will probably give me some face."

As Zhou Wu said this, true energy like flowing water flowed out of his body, and he transformed into a winged white tiger. With a flap of its wings, it flew into the sky.

Before leaving, only one voice sounded in Hao Songqing's ears: "Remember, help me take good care of San'er, let him suffer a little, be tired, and know that life is not easy.

But don't tell him who his parents are, and don't mention revenge."

The voice faded away, leaving Hao Songqing standing there alone, feeling sad.

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