Two Hundred and Ninetieth Seventh Chapters to Kill the World without a Word (Three Thousand)

The eastern suburbs, Hongshan.

This is the ancestral property of Hongmen, and the entire mountain with a radius of hundreds of miles has already been bought by Hongmen.

At the foot of the Nuoda mountain, there is only a yard with three entrances and three exits. Although it is not big, it is very elegant. There is a [Tibetan python pine] planted in front of the door.

It is said that this kind of ancient tree is a treasure. The century-old tree heart will not burn in case of fire, and it can ward off evil spirits and protect the peace of the house. The smell it emits can make monsters retreat.

In ancient times, many officials and officials had this kind of ancient tree as their door.

Only later, this kind of ancient tree gradually became rare, and now it is extremely precious, even a single seedling is worth tens of thousands of gold.

At this moment, many people have gathered under Hongshan Mountain.

These people are all from Pingjiang City, various wealthy families, and the Demon Yusi.

They were all invited to attend the opening ceremony of [Hongmen Blessed Land].

For these individuals, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Brother Dao, look, that little boy Lu Xianyang is here too."

Wang Xiaoyi pointed at the crowd and whispered.

Zhou Dao raised his eyes and saw that Lu Xianyang was talking and laughing happily, surrounded by three young girls with different postures, some were graceful and noble, some were cute, some were tall and charming.

These women looked like they were from a great family, and they behaved very well. Even the graceful woman in the high-waisted slit dress, her coquettish attitude was not vulgar.

"His popularity with women is really good." Seeing this, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but said.

It is well known that Lu Xianyang is well-known in Pingjiang City, and he has received the favor of many wealthy daughters.

Working together in the Monster Control Division, Wang Xuanzhi has seen him no less than dozens of times, and almost every time the women around him are not the same.

"This is a master, the patriarch enjoys the food!" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help admiring.

"What meal will you reward?"

"Ruanfan." Wang Xiaoyi looked at Lu Xianyang in the distance, showing envy.

Through thousands of flowers,

A leaf does not stick to the body, lingers in the wind and the moon, reads countless women, looks at it in the blink of an eye, and never shows mercy.

This kind of man makes women want to stop, and lovesickness is unforgettable.

There is a bowl of soft rice in front of you, and you can eat it with your head down. The key is that there are different tastes every day.

A pretty boy like Lu Xianyang, even if he doesn't do anything, can get a lot of nourishment, and he will be accompanied by different women.

This is the life Wang Xiaoyimei dreams of.

"It's a talent, you can't learn it." Wang Xuanzhi teased.

"Forget it, he's just a badass anyway." Wang Xiaoyi comforted himself.

clang clang clang...

At this moment, a bell rang through the mountains and plains.

Everyone looked at the towering altar under the Hongshan Mountain, the red light was raised, and the incense rose like a cloud of smoke and scattered into the mountain.

All of a sudden, bursts of chanting and singing resounded.

In the yard, Hong Tongling listened to the movement outside and walked to the pond.

This pond is in the same line as the water source of Hongshan Mountain.

"The blessed land of Hongmen is actually this mountain, which is unexpected."

Beside, Bai Menlou squinted his eyes, flashing a bright light.

"This mouthful of living water is Hongshan's lifeblood, and only my Hongmen's blood can open the blessed land." Hong Tongling held a white bone dagger and hesitated for a moment.

"My lord, are you really sure to help me?"

After the Yuan Clan was destroyed, Hong Tongling knew that the ominous words said by the ancestors might soon be fulfilled, and it would not be long before it would be Hong Clan's turn.

Coincidentally, at this time, Bai Menlou came to find him.

According to the information sent by the spy placed by Yuyaosi, Zhenmasi has already set his sights on Hongmen.

"Don't worry, there will be no trouble." Bai Menlou calmed down, showing strong self-confidence.

Whether it's the ominousness hidden in the blessed land of Hongmen, the master of Zhenmasi, or the elusive Lord Yan.

He has absolute confidence to deal with it.

This is not only because of Baimenlou's own strength, the most important thing is that there is a talisman hidden on his body.

This talisman was obtained with painstaking efforts by Baimenlou when he was in the capital. Its preciousness lies in the fact that this talisman was once blessed by [Sword Pillar] Li Zangfeng, and its power is unimaginable.

In this Pingjiang City, no matter who it is, once this talisman is released, there will be ten deaths and no life.

"Let's start." Bai Menlou waved his hand.

Hong Tongling nodded and nodded lightly, turning his flexible wrist slightly, the white bone blade cut across the delicate skin, and the scarlet blood dripped into the pond.

All of a sudden, the water in the pool boiled, and a red streak twisted like a dragon, got into the bottom of the pool, and ran towards the mountain.

rumbling...

Ancient rituals are going on inadvertently.

The barren mountain vibrated, the rolling boulders kept falling, cracks appeared and spread on the mountain, and the ground shook accordingly.

Everyone was terrified. Looking up, apart from the sound of the mountain collapsing, there seemed to be a strange cry coming from the mountain.

"Look."

At this moment, someone exclaimed.

On the Hongshan Mountain, thick mist suddenly rose up, dense and dense, covering the entire mountain in a blink of an eye.

Looking from a distance, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, with no trace of the mountain to be seen.

"The blessed land of Hongmen is right in front of you, everyone, just follow your fate."

Hong Tongling's voice sounded slowly.

"This is the blessed land of Hongmen? Hurry up, go in, this is a great opportunity."

"Let's go! I'm going to decide on this opportunity."

"Our family will soon become the number one family in Pingjiang City."

At the foot of the mountain, it was boiling, and everyone was running like a carnival, rushing into Hongshan one after another, and disappeared in the vast mist in a blink of an eye

"Brother Dao, the blessed land of Hongmen, what you want comes true, let's go too." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't wait.

Zhou Dao nodded, and walked towards Hong Shan, but his heart was full of murmurs.

There must be something wrong with this so-called blessed land of Hongmen. If it really comes true, how come Hongmen has not become the largest family in Pingjiang City for so many years, but was suppressed by Longmen instead?

Besides, with such a blessed place, why should Hong Men share it with everyone? Give up the opportunity to realize your wish in vain?

rumbling...

The white mist is hazy, like a thick gauze curtain, just stepping in, the eyes are blurred.

Looking back, not only was there no one else around, but even the slightest sound could not be heard.

"Brother Dao..."

"Old King..."

Wang Xiaoyi waved his arms to drive away the white mist around him, and screamed with his neck stuck.

However, his voice was like ripples, but there was no response at all.

The whole Hongshan was terribly deserted, no sound could be heard, it seemed that he was the only one left on the Nuoda mountain.

"Is this stepping horse a blessed land or a ghost land?" Wang Xiaoyi frowned, showing vigilance.

"Come into my door, and you will know disaster and blessing."

At this moment, a whisper sounded.

Wang Xiaoyi followed the prestige, and there was a figure sitting cross-legged in the vast mist, who seemed to be close at hand, but far away in the sky.

It was a Taoist priest, with a fairy wind of Taoist bones, dust fluttering, and nine clear lights shining behind him, revealing mystery and freedom.

"Immortal!? Monster?" Wang Xiaoyi's eyes widened in surprise.

"Everyone who wants to control misfortune and good fortune must know the cause and effect of the past."

Suddenly, the Taoist priest waved the whisk in his hand, and the surrounding mist suddenly coalesced and changed.

Wang Xiaoyi was dazed in a daze, and then saw a pair of strange scenes, flashing in front of his eyes like a lantern.

The howling wind in the ear also turned into various strange sounds.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the servant's face is really great, to wait for one of the [Double Kings]."

In the vast white mist, a woman with a graceful figure manifested. She was coquettish, turned around slightly, and turned into a silver fox with nine tails reaching the sky, turmoil in the mountains and rivers.

Not far away, a man came slowly, stepping into the void, his breath was terrifyingly heavy.

"Stupid fox, your figure is quite interesting. If you sell it to Tianxianglou, the business will definitely be good." The man smiled, and there was a cold killing intent in his words.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid that no man can get on the bed of the servant's house."

The nine-tailed demon fox laughed lightly, its pupils were piercing, and shot into the distance.

"Your lineage devours the heavens and the earth and refines all things. It's a pity that now the whole family is dead, and you are the only one left. Don't you feel desolate?" The nine-tailed demon fox sneered.

rumbling...

The man opened his mouth and spit out thunderous thunder, rolling like a big python tearing up the sky, disturbing the mountains and rivers.

A look of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the nine-tailed demon fox.

"The Imperial Palace has already gone to Ping'an Town, and that man is in danger, so do you want to bury him with him?"

"Accompany your mother... Chiling Palace is considered a bird. Brother Dao has already opened his pockets, and he is waiting for them to come to die. How many come, how many kills, until no one in the world speaks."

That man roared wildly all his life, and when he opened his mouth to spit out, the sky filled with sword light.

"How dare you..." The nine-tailed demon fox said in horror, "Aren't you afraid of going to war?"

"Stupid fox, the war has already begun, and only one of the two kings will come. Where do you think the old king has gone?"

The man sneered, and when he opened his mouth, the arc was swallowed up, and there was a rumbling sound in his belly, giving birth to a mighty thunder.

"Your road ahead must be bloody, only purgatory..."

The roar of the nine-tailed demon fox resounded through the sky, filled with deep fear and hatred, and echoed endlessly.

"Refine your mother! Abolish you and sell you to Tianxiang Tower!"

rumbling...

Suddenly, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared, and there was a vast white mist, and there was only the mysterious Taoist priest in front of him.

He waved his whisk, and nine clear lights flickered behind him.

"Now that you know the cause and effect, you should have a wish in your heart..."

A mysterious voice echoed in Wang Xiaoyi's ears.

This land produces a strange power, follow the fate, see the future.

It is pulling Wang Xiaoyi, letting him see the difficult years, and giving him a desire and ambition for strength.

Wang Xiaoyi was in a daze, recalling the scene he just saw, like a dream.

"What the hell, I didn't even understand it when I stepped on the horse."

Wang Xiaoyi shook his head, not thinking about it anymore, what he didn't want to do was such a mind-consuming thing.

He looked forward, staring at the Taoist priest, with a faint luster in his eyes.

"Master Immortal, have you heard of the Tianxiang Building in the capital? The largest flower building in the world..." Wang Xiaoyi wiped the corners of his mouth, revealing an ambiguous expression.

"..."

In the white mist, the Taoist staggered, and the nine clear lights behind him suddenly shattered and disappeared.

At this moment, Zhou Daoyou was walking in the Hongshan Mountain, surrounded by hazy mist, he couldn't tell the direction at all, and even his soul couldn't detect the location of Wang Xiaoyi and Wang Xuanzhi.

"Sure enough, there are ways!!!"

Zhou Dao whispered.

"Come into my door, and you will know disaster and blessing."

At this moment, a slow voice sounded slowly.

In the distance, in the white mist, a Taoist priest slowly emerged, with a clear light behind him, and a dust whisk in his hand.