Forced to become the top darling in the world of cultivating immortals

There are people in the corridor, and there are low-pitched roars from time to time, as well as the bell-like laughter of a woman's coquettish.

They curled up in a corner of the hall, covering their mouths so as not to scream in horror.

"I found you~" The woman's brisk and joyful voice sounded, and the door of the palace was blown open by the strong wind. The woman in red was the leader, and the green-faced men behind her rushed towards the crowd in the corner with grinning teeth.

"what!!"

Miserable yells came and went, Yan Ling frowned, took out a talisman and stuck it to Chengtian Temple, "With this talisman, those evil spirits will not come in."

He made seals with both hands, and spiritual energy poured into the talisman continuously.

The names of Yan Shenzheng and Shen Zhen on the Qingyun Mountain Lingbei have not been changed.

There are already numbers behind the names of other people, and the number is how many demons have been killed, and the two of them are still zero now.
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"Master Yan, you must save the lonely country..."

On the tall building, Lingnan Wang Wen Gurong listened to the screams from all directions, covered his ears and knelt in front of Yan Ling, "Anything you want, I will give it to you with both hands, I just hope Qingyun Mountain can drive these monsters out of me this time." Lingnan!"

Yan Ling helped him up, and said softly, "I will, and please don't leave here, with my talisman covering it, if these monsters can't enter this Chengtian Palace, they won't be able to hurt Your Majesty. "

After all, he looked around worriedly, the surroundings were filled with monster aura, it seemed that this monster was very powerful.

He has been here for a day, but he still hasn't found the real body of this big monster.

On the contrary, more demons poured into the Lingnan capital continuously, as if they were desperately trying to drag the entire capital into the bottomless abyss of hell.

A scar was cut on his finger, and blood dripped on the edge of the sword. While the blood was still wet, Yan Ling closed his eyes and chanted a mantra, and a red golden magic circle rose from the ground, approaching the heaven.

The radiance of red gold illuminated the entire royal palace in the dark night as if it were daytime. The moment the demons walking and floating outside were illuminated by the light, they unwillingly turned into nothingness.

At the same time, in the small towns on the south of the Lingnan border, wherever Suxi went, the monsters hiding in the dark all turned into demon cores that nourished her spiritual veins.

She only needs to act on the border of Lingnan, and when the time is almost right, go to the capital to meet Shen Zhen.

It would be inconvenient to act with her now, and it would be easy to expose her whereabouts.

Although the Golden Crow Clan has become a thing of the past, there are still many people who are looking for the descendants of the Golden Crow God Clan. Just like now, these old men are looking for the essence of Xu Ling, the goddess of the Innate God Crow.

Xu Ling blew herself up and died, leaving behind a ray of soul to recuperate in the lotus armband, and her soul is hidden in the cathode snow mountain of Qingyun Mountain.

Along the way, Yan Shenzheng and Shen Zhen killed many monsters and monsters who took the opportunity to make trouble, and gained a lot.

When dawn came the next day, he took Qingluan to Tianhe City, the capital of the Lingnan Kingdom.

Tianhe City was originally a beautiful place with green mountains and beautiful waters, and it was a good place to be warm in winter and cool in summer, but now it is full of miasma, and dead bodies are piled up everywhere in the streets.

Those who died tragically on the street stared at the sky unwillingly, as if they were asking the sky what they did wrong and why they had to suffer such a disaster.

Shen Zhen covered his nose and recited the mantra of passing away while walking.

The woman's light voice sounded slowly in the miasma: "Namo Amida Poye, Dotagata Ye, Dodiyehe..."

"You..." Yan Shenzheng looked at Shen Zhen in surprise. The way she closed her eyes and chanted a mantra at the moment gave off a hazy sense of holiness. Wherever she passed, the holy aura swept away the miasma surrounding her. The deceased also closed his eyes.