Since ancient times, the first choice for a highland is to be built in a city, and a river must pass by nearby cities.

Baisha City is unique and has been guarding the throat of the Southern Barbarians since ancient times. The remnants of Yunshan in the east have brought out a line of barriers. To the west is the vast Yunmeng Lake, which also leads Xiaoshui to the city. The terrain is high, and Yunmeng Lake has been flooded over the years, but it has not been flooded here.

The ground in the city was flat without too many ups and downs. All the small hills were flattened.

The palace is located in the center of the city, with a terrain slightly higher than the surrounding area, and is vertically placed with a high wall to guard against peeping.

But the palace is not the highest point in the city.

There is a high ground to the west of the city, with a lonely stone peak about thirty feet high, surrounded by bamboo forests on all sides.

In late spring, peanut trees and orioles fly around.

The bamboo forest in spring emits a fragrance.

The bamboo poles are densely packed with bamboo leaves, like the dense hair of a boy and a girl. But the branches are slanted and ridges, making them extremely stubborn. From a distance, they look like a sharp spear with a pole headed with tassels, which seems to pierce the sky, revealing a bloody and murderous aura.

There is no one home within a mile nearby, and the environment is quiet, and you can see the shimmering Yunmengze a hundred times beyond.

Several bleak gilded characters are carved on the mountain gate archway, Tianranju.

There is a couplet engraved on the stone pillars on both sides: Guests are in heaven, but they are in heaven.

This is a place where China specializes in receiving monks above the Immortal Master. Unlike the hotel that welcomes and sends missions from various countries, it is set up in a downtown city.

The common people do not understand the mystery of the word "natural" and call it "Xianshi Pavilion". It would be correct to call "Zhuli Pavilion" randomly.

At the intersection leading to Tianranju, there are small officials from the Imperial Heavenly Prison who are on duty. In fact, they are the same as they guard or not. No one dares to approach this place. Whether it is civilians, nobles, beggars, or thieves.

The reason is very simple, one word, I'm afraid.

Although the agreement is established, the immortal master is not offended and cannot attack mortals.

But if you really want to kill you, it is like killing a chicken. If you kill, you will be killed. Do you still dare to report to the official and cause trouble? Besides, reporting to the official is useless.

There is a monastery in Tianran’s residence, which used to be lively. At its peak, dozens of immortal masters lived.

The situation in China is getting worse and worse, especially in the past century, the spiritual energy of Baisha City has weakened. Few great monks have arrived, so they naturally become an empty hall.

Today is different than before.

At noon, there were endless carriages and horses, and groups of mages entered and left the hall.

The servants swept bamboo leaves, sprinkled clear water, and wiped out dust and spider webs, so busy that they rushed forward.

In the afternoon, the Imperial Guard searched the mountains and closed the road to check whether there were any idle outsiders.

All the officials of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Department changed into brand new clothes, and their green faces showed a little nervousness.

One hour before darkness, the sun hangs on the horizon of the west, and it will sink yet. The sunset is steaming, and smoke rises in the city.

"Pooh!"

In the hall under the stone peak, a strong man like a bear strode out of the threshold. After looking around, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at the stone Pixiu under the steps.

The strong man was named Xiong Ben, who was a physical practitioner in the early realm of Huadan. There was also an unknown identity in the secret, and he was one of the four heavenly patrolists under the seat of the Daomen South Inspection Envoy.

Immortal masters also need to eat fireworks on earth and servants to serve them. They cannot turn stones into gold at home, so they cannot be separated from the world.

Unless you are a disciple of a major sect or a person who is determined to practice asceticism, yellow and white things are still indispensable.

Some monks even feel that they have no hope of advancement, so they simply don’t seek the way of heaven, but instead seek wealth in the world. They go to and from the temple, travel around the world, and are very busy.

They had been in a state of hardship for a long time, but once they abandoned the old rules, they became more severe than ordinary people in terms of enjoyment, and they took action more ruthlessly.

After receiving a message from Xinxiang from the southern patrol envoy Sun Liao, Xiong Ben rushed to Baisha City yesterday. Since the boss was about to tear his face, he certainly didn't care.

But last night, he called for the famous Wanhualou flower court Bai Ling'er to sleep, but was rejected by the Imperial Heavenly Prison of China. After injuring the three people, he did not vent a bird's breath in his chest.

Today, the new king, Mrs. Hua, who is about to ascend the throne, held a dinner party for entertainment. However, she did not show up for a long time, revealing a strange atmosphere. Secondly, there was no servant in the hall serving her. There was only a cup of tea and a plate of melon seeds on the table.

It is not a state banquet for the "Sky Watcher" and it is more generous than beggars to treat guests.

Bear Ben was restless and impatient, so he walked out to take a look.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you look, you find something strange. Not only is there no servants in the hall, but even those on duty outside run away. The huge natural house is silent, and there is not even a ghost.

Isn't that a strange thing?

A burst of shattered and rapid footsteps came.

Two young officials bent over and ran across the large ping in front of the hall like little rats, as if they were afraid of being seen by the immortal masters in the hall.

When the bear ran into a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it on the head of the divine beast Pixiu, the little official behind him slowly turned his head and looked. He looked at it with hatred and contempt, and he quickly restrained himself and ran faster.

Seeing this, Xiong Ben snorted coldly, raised his claws and slapped it deeply into the corridor column, "Zi La" tear off a piece of wood and hit it hard.

Zhimo, this servant is tired of living, dare to look down on our family!

Killing you is like crushing an ant to death?

Whoosh...

The wedge-shaped piece as big as a palm flew out in the air more than ten feet away under his capacity. The front end was sharp and roared, making a terrifying sound, which was even more terrifying than the peak of martial arts.

ah……

A shrill scream came from the ping-ping, and the young clerk fell to the ground.

They were all low-level mages who had just entered the realm of gathering Qi. They had not cultivated their magic power and could not draw a single magic talisman. Even the warriors of Condensing Gang could not beat them, so they could not resist the blow of the Immortal Huadan Master.

The wood penetrated through the back and the front chest was exposed, and the little official's chest was pierced through.

There was a silence in the hall.

Sun Liao, who had just advanced to the real person of the Holy Fetal Reality, and the other three immortal masters under him had long felt something was wrong, so he was so happy to let Xiong Ben find out the truth and test the bottom line of China.

The little official trembled his hands and feet, gasped and struggled to get up. He was bleeding from his mouth, blood was coming from his nose, and blood was bleeding from his chest and back. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a bloody man.

On the bluestone floor, a sea of ​​blood was filled with water, spreading outward.

Another minor official didn't dare to shout loudly, and didn't know how to rescue him. As soon as he dragged his partner, the other party screamed and moaned. He was so anxious that he jumped straight, wiping his tears, and was spinning around like a headless fly, helpless.

The moans became weaker and weaker...

After a few breaths, three minor officials rushed out of the hall next to them.

The four of them held their waists and raised their feet, and moved carefully. As soon as they reached the edge of the stone plaza, the injured little official's hand was unable to hang down.

Another old mage hurried into the floor and led four servants who carried soil, loaded water, and carried brooms and rags. He quickly covered the blood and a thread of blood with loess, and then swept away, cleaned, and wiped them clean...

From beginning to end, no one dared to look at the hall.
Chapter completed!