Feeling guilty, Zhao Huajuan gritted his teeth and said with a humiliating expression: "You devil! Let the Queen Mother go.

Queen, princess, empress... let them go and let them do their own thing. I... I am willing to take their place!"

Hearing this, Chen Jingmeng, Lin Hanyan and Shen Yinchen also reacted. Chen Jingmeng immediately became cruel and said with the same humiliation: "I...I am also...willing to replace the Queen Mother and the others...as long as you...you let go Just...let them go..."

Lin Hanyan and Shen Yinchen looked miserable, but they nodded slightly and said, "Not bad! Our skills are not as good as others.

Now I am willing to let you do whatever you want...don't...don't want to anger the Queen Mother and the others..."

Pei Ling's face was a little stiff. He had originally heard the Tiansheng Cult's Lu Ding intercede for the four righteous female cultivators, and he had planned to follow those words and let the four of them go directly, but now this situation...

what to do?

Just when Pei Ling was still hesitating, the natural godmother dressed as a queen quickly said: "Okay! You are indeed the mainstay of my righteous path. I did not misjudge the person. You are indeed aboveboard and dare to take responsibility!"

"In this case, please ask the four of you to come over immediately and replace me!"

The female cultivator dressed as the empress dowager also immediately said: "The Ai family would like to thank the four of you for your kindness. After the Ai family returns to the palace,

There will definitely be a generous reward! "

The female nun dressed as a princess said: "Quick! Come here quickly! I will remember the feats of the four of you today in my heart. From now on, you will be my good sisters!"

Lin Hanyan and the four others were startled, feeling that something was not quite right.

But under the urging of the Queen Mother, Queen, and Princess in unison, they walked into the circle inexplicably, and followed the Queen Mother, Queen, Princess, and others side by side...

For a moment, the circle quietly expanded.

Looking at this scene, Pei Ling felt evil fire rising in his heart...

※※※Yanxi City.

As one of the nine major sects in Panya Realm, this sect's jurisdiction is extremely vast.

Looking down from the high dome, you can see the rivers flowing with herons, the fields rippling, the jagged rocks interspersed with layers of curtains, and the mountains and rivers blocked.

The peaks are empowering, and the momentum is majestic. [Note] Countless smoke rises from the mountains, rivers and trees. Mortals live on the ground. Although they have no cultivation, their actions are particularly crisp and agile, with the quickness and power unique to the ranks. fierce.

They looked up to the sky from time to time, with envy in their eyes.

A dark-colored fort floats quietly, with occasional light rising and falling, and the armor reflects the cold light.

Similar Wubao, hanging high in the sky, dotted all over the place, suppressing every inch of land under the rule of Yanxi City.

The styles of these forts are similar, so simple that they are almost crude. Apart from various formations and runes, there are no decorations or decorations.

It is as silent as a giant beast inhabiting it, but its whole body exudes a sonorous iron blood, as if it is a silent guard, protecting this magnificent land.

In the heart of the land, there is an extremely huge black dock, like a smaller continent, proudly suspended between the sky and the earth, casting a heavy shadow on the earth.

At the main entrance, a plaque with gold characters on the bottom hangs high: "Yanxi City."

This is the capital of Yanxi City and has the same name as the sect.

At this moment, in the middle of Wubao, in a spacious and rough mansion, there is a martial arts arena.

Standing on the edge of the field and looking at it, this field seems to be endless. The entire ground is paved with a kind of dark jade. It is bone-chilling and exudes endless coldness, constantly eroding the vitality of all those who step on it.

There are many symbols around that are unstable and unstable. In addition to being strong and protective, many of them are erosion and curse.

toxin……

Tens of thousands of Yanxi City soldiers were naked from the waist up, with their solid chests and arms exposed, their hair disheveled, standing barefoot on the ink jade stone slabs, gritting their teeth and enduring the various torments in this place.

A tall, burly old man with gray beard stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at them coldly.

The old man only wore cloth clothes and his face was old and full of ravines. He looked as simple as an old farmer in the field, but...

The aura was extremely powerful. With a glance, it was like an army of thousands of horses roaring and charging. The faces of the soldiers he saw turned pale and their aura was blocked.

Beside him, there is a pair of black iron hammers floating in the air.

The double hammers are ink-colored and shaped like melons, engraved with countless runes, exuding a violent and ferocious aura, and from time to time, dull thunderous sounds are heard.

The moment the thunder sounded, the entire nearby space was slightly distorted, giving people an unparalleled pressure.

A group of soldiers not far away suddenly became unsteady and swaying, unable to suppress the shock and fear in their hearts.

The old man in cloth clothes was as if nothing had happened, and he was still scanning the soldiers in front of him sternly with the eyes of an eagle.

This old man is the lord of Yanxi City!

The double hammers suspended on the side are his natal magic weapons.

After a while, most of the soldiers were sweating profusely and were on the verge of collapse.

The old man snorted softly and ordered: "Take a break and then continue!"

The soldiers seemed to have received amnesty: "Yes!"

At this time, the old man noticed a middle-aged monk wearing soft armor standing beside the martial arts arena.

Seeing the city lord looking over, the middle-aged monk immediately saluted: "City lord, the border has come to report."

"Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming Sect, has entered the territory of Yanxi City."

"His whereabouts are not covered at all. Should we send someone to capture him?"

When the city lord heard this, he shook his head slightly.

A few days ago, the Holy Son of the Chongming Sect sent a letter of war to the emperor of the Liuhu Dynasty, w. and then defeated the emperor in public. Now he has come to Yanxi City again. It is clear at a glance what his purpose is.

I'm afraid that in just these few days, the other party will also send him a war message!

If we attack him at this moment, wouldn't it mean that Yan Xicheng is afraid of the other party and even resorts to cunning tactics to do so?

Thinking of this, the city lord said coldly: "As long as Pei Ling doesn't attack the creatures in Yanxi City, don't embarrass him."

The middle-aged monk bowed and said: "Yes!"

Seeing that the city lord had no other instructions, he bowed again and then quietly retreated.

Watching his subordinate leave, the Lord of Yanxi City showed a solemn look on his face.

In the battle against the Liumeng Dynasty, even if the emperor of the Zhongkui family had the intention of underestimating the enemy, Pei Ling could win with a mere return to the void, and his strength must not be underestimated!

Right now, the right way can lose once, but it can never lose a second time!

Especially Pei Ling, who is just a junior!

As his mind was spinning, the city lord sent a message to the soldiers: "Cultivation on your own."

Then he took a step forward, leaving the martial arts arena, passing through dozens of walls and courtyards, restricted by formations, and appeared in a pavilion made purely of bamboo and wood.

This pavilion is silent, with rows of bookshelves as high as a solitary peak inside. On each shelf, there are various jade slips, jade albums, bamboo slips, animal skins...

Densely packed and dazzling, this place is where Yanxi City’s books are stored.

The city lord quickly appeared in front of the first row of bookshelves, stretched out his hand, and a bamboo slip immediately flew out from among the numerous volumes and fell into his palm.

[Note] This is adapted from Sima Xiangru's "Ode to Shanglin" [Han Dynasty], "from east to west, north and south, galloping back and forth", "passing through Guilin, passing through the wilderness of Yangtze River", "the rocks are jagged, and the nine mountains hide the snow"

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