"Here." Emperor Jingyang watched the incense burning in front of him.

“At sunset.”

Luoyang is adjacent to the city, but the capital will not return.

In the dark hall where you can't see your fingers.

"The Emperor Jingyang said that the secret about that place was in Ling Aoyang's mind." A man sat on an iron chair, "What do you think?"

"Since ancient times, the imperial family has many truths and lies mixed in their words?" The woman smiled charmingly.

"He said this just to use my hand to get rid of his brothers." Cang Lao's voice sounded.

The man on the iron chair said, "But even so."

"We are still going, too." The woman continued with a smile.

Outside the hall, a group of people in the martial arts world lit torches and holding swords gathered next to a dark tunnel, staring inside and staring at it.

Twilight hits, illuminating the way home.

"Is this his soul-breaking path or the honoured path?" Mu Kexin took advantage of Mu Ai and looked at Ling Jianqiu.

"That's their family affairs, it has nothing to do with me." Ling Jianqiu looked at the slowly closed city gate.

Mu Ke was puzzled, "But your surname is Ling."

"I am different from them after all." Ling Jianqiu shook his head, "I am homeless."

"Homeless?" Mu Kexin repeated slowly, but only felt an uncontrollable desolation surged into his heart. But it was said from Ling Jianqiu's mouth, as if he was used to it.

Ling Jianqiu turned around and walked in the opposite direction to the city gate.

The twilight illuminates more than just one person's way home.

This twilight is not the other twilight.

Mu Kexin came to his senses and followed against the twilight that fell from the sky.

Inside Luoyang City.

Ling Pengyue looked at the towering Yinglong Platform in the distance. After several years of separation, Yinglong Platform, which represents the majesty of the emperor's supreme dignity, had become dilapidated and full of destruction.

"Where are we going?" After entering the city, Mo Ying pulled his thoughts back.

Ling Pengyue closed his eyes and sighed: "White Horse Temple."

White Horse Temple.

Yan Yuanjie's spear suddenly shaking the ground, shaking the dust all over the ground, and breathing out a breath of turbid air, "Mr. Tianfeng, you are defeated."

"I have followed the late emperor to this day. Although I am very dissatisfied with my old age." Tianfeng put away his knife, "I have to admit that you are very strong."

"The Eight Shadow Guards follow like shadows, and die silently. In my opinion, Lord Tianfeng has never grown old." Yan Yuanjie said in a deep voice: "It's just that Lord's sword, he didn't have the intention to kill me."

Tianfeng smiled, but his words were full of fatigue. "I am really worthy of being the leader of the general, and I saw through the mystery in my knife at a glance."

Yan Yuanjie tightened his gun, "Why."

"The Eight Shadow Guards only obey His Majesty the Emperor. If His Majesty asks me not to kill, I will not kill him." Tianfeng looked at the twilight in the sky, "It is my mission to trap you here until sunset."

Yan Yuanjie narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bound me here?"

"After this battle, retiring and returning home is my destination." Tianfeng raised his hand, trying to erase the blood marks on the knife, but when he touched it, the knife broke, and the broken blade fell to the ground, causing a heart-shaking echo.

"It will be a night that is difficult to calm." He was slightly stunned, then threw away the hilt of the knife and walked out.

"He is not the stubborn person. Luoyang and his party came just in the name of asking for guilt. After getting the clues, they will leave on their own."

"You mean, Ling Jianqiu will not intervene in this game tonight?" Kong Wenliang asked.

"Not only will it not become an obstacle, it will also become a gateway. In the current situation, who else can have the capital to tell him about the past?"

Kong Wenliang frowned and said, "Ling Pengyue?"

"How can a wanderer come home and use his killing spirit to offend this mediocrity who is close to home. Xuan Feng of the lonely school went over, of course, not to stop him, but to make Ling Pengyue and Ling Jianqiu owe each other a love. Ling Jianqiu helps him enter the city, and Ling Pengyue must have said everything with his conscience; Ling Jianqiu will not be related to the affairs in the city tonight." Emperor Jingyang's eyes gradually became cold, "I owe each other, and I will send away a dragon-slaying tiger and welcome a lamb to be slaughtered. This is so wonderful."

Kong Wenliang seemed to be impressed and bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

Emperor Jingyang suddenly made a gesture of silence, put his hands up and leaned against his ear.

"Listen, the sound of horse hooves."

Kong Wenliang was about to learn his actions to listen carefully, but he saw an extremely shocked scene in the darkness.

Suddenly, countless shiny blades that shone with torches appeared, illuminating the underground Buddha cave, revealing countless Buddha statues and monuments of all sizes behind Emperor Jingyang, and also revealing their wolf-like and tiger-like eyes.

Behind the Buddha statues, a man in black who looked like a scholar suddenly opened his eyes. He did not hesitate and slipped out of the secret passage beside him while everyone was not paying attention.

street.

Gu Jingyao climbed over the wall and fell in front of Yu Jing.

"If His Majesty the Emperor visits White Horse Temple, you should be placed in an underground Buddhist cave. Why are you rashly here?" Yu Jing frowned slightly.

Gu Jingyao said directly: "Go quickly."

"What did you say?"

"The emperor is in the underground Buddhist cave at this moment, and just gathered many people, which seem to be from the rivers and lakes." Gu Jingyao said in a deep voice: "There will be a killing game in Baima Temple."

"I understand." Yu Jing still took a step forward.

Gu Jingyao was stunned, "Are you?"

"Man makes jade, and jade is made into tools for a gentleman. Only by standing up and trying hard can one prove the right and wrong in his heart." Yu Jing did not stop, "There are people I want to save, and there are also answers I want to ask for you and my junior sister."

"So, I, have to go."

Heavenly Prison.

There is no more Xie Qu, the eldest son of the Xie family, in the world, but there is a mummy corpse that emits a faint fragrance.

Yu Wei looked at the bone hand with great satisfaction, feeling the surging power that kept emerging from it.

"It can be fleeting, and it can be saved or killed." He slowly walked out of the prison.

"Let me use this fleeting internal force to seek my life."

"I gave the immortal book of the Xie family in the Qingling Mountains, called Chun Zhu. It can prolong life and deceive the sky, so that you can practice the ultimate magical skill in the Xuanwu Divine Palace based on lifespan." The Jiexin Mansion, Mo Wendong picked up a chess piece, "Xie Qu is well versed in the way of the young master. The gratitude of the drop of water is like a spring, and I am willing to thank you for your death."

"Can he eat more than a hundred years of skills?" asked the sword ancestor Youyou.

"The most inseparable thing in the world is the greedy ones. They will be lost in desires, but the greed in their hearts will drive them to sink deeper and deeper." Mo Wendong's eyebrows were full of compassion, "Even in the end, they no longer recognize themselves."

Outside the White Horse Temple, Ling Pengyue stood up with his horse.
Chapter completed!