Zhang Wujiu walked towards the archway where the slaughtered sheep was leaning on a simple wooden crutch and covered his right eye with a cloth cover.

Blood accumulates under his feet, winding around and seeps into the dark soil. The corpse lies all over the ground, with blood-stained clothes scattered in the morning breeze, like ragged flags. These are the "reptiles" outside the slaughter sheep farm, thinking that Zhang Wujiu can be deceived by his disability, but was slaughtered.

He glanced at the mummy hanging on the eaves of the building, and Zhang Wujiu shook his sleeves disdainfully and walked into the slaughtering Yangji. Although his serious injury had not healed, his right eye was blinded by the wind, his pure and majestic Jade Emperor Xuanqiong was still in his heart. He didn't take it seriously in a wilderness town with snakes and rats.

He walked straight along the way without any hesitation. A few barbarians with oily faces rushed out of the adobe village like a grave beside the road. Before he could speak, he fell under the ejected Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear air.

The harsh horn sounded one after another, and the barbarians roared and pulled the mastiff, pulled the bow and arrow... With a "boom", the light shone brightly, and the huge Nantianmen Dharma image fell from the sky, razing the entire village into ruins.

A strong smell of blood drifted out, the remains of the limbs and bones were everywhere, and the flesh and bones were mud.

"A untouchable!" Zhang Wujiu shook his head and left.

The sun was rising, and the crowds were gradually spreading on the streets of Daotou. Zhang Wujiu could not help but cover his mouth and nose when he smelled all kinds of strong odors coming from his nose. The shops opened their doors one after another to make a living, and the rusty iron doors made him upset. The most urgent task was to find Qingfeng and that boy to prevent future troubles.

He glanced at the restaurant opposite, frowned and looked at the oily and smoked tables and chairs, and shouted: "Give me a bowl of the best noodles, use the cleanest bowls and chopsticks! If there is tea, it is best to say it again--" He was about to say it again, but when he saw the waiter's grinning yellow board, he suddenly felt uneasy, and it would be dirty to say anything more to such a villain.

"The guest official just came from outside, right? According to our rules of slaughtering sheep, you have to pay the money to eat first." The waiter glanced at Zhang Wujiu from head to toe. Is this a fat sheep or a crossing river dragon?

"Rules?" Zhang Wujiu sneered, "A group of people who have become wild animals, ants, insects and rats, are they worthy of following the rules with me?"

The waiter laughed. This guy looked so arrogant. It turned out to be a fool. "The guest official doesn't know that the rules for slaughtering sheep were set by the four bosses, and the young ones dare not take the initiative. Look," he thrust into the skeleton in the center of the street, and said in a silence. "The unruly people are lying there."

"Bang!" The waiter's sky spirit cover cracked and fell to the ground. Zhang Wujiu wiped his hands and snorted: "How dare you threaten me if you are a dog?"

The shopkeeper saw something was wrong and shrank under the account desk to escape. Zhang Wujiu glanced coldly and looked at him: "I ask you, have strangers entered the slaughtering sheep market these two days? One is a seriously injured old man, and the other is a thirteen or four-year-old boy, who is quite handsome."

"Give up the guilty guest, I have never seen him..." The shopkeeper nodded and said with apologizing. After dealing with it, he quickly informed him. The guys coming from outside actually dared to make trouble on Boss Bai's territory. He was tired of damn it!

Zhang Wujiu glanced at him with a smile and asked, "Who is the most informed here?"

The shopkeeper just wanted to send the plague god away as soon as possible, and answered honestly: "The dumpling shop diagonally opposite, the one with the sesame round sign hanging, I heard that it is a 'pigeon cage' that specializes in business and sales."

Zhang Wujiu didn't say anything and turned around and left. The shopkeeper's first breathed a sigh of relief, and a stream of Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear air shot straight into his forehead.

After a long time, Zhang Wujiu walked out of the secret room of the dumpling shop with a force-deformed bronze waist plate in his hand. The corpse behind him was spread across the walls, and blood splattered in the secret compartment.

Several grassland barbarians dared to speak wildly. Zhang Wujiu glanced at the Spurs logo on the waist card. This place was actually a dark spot in the Dayan Embroidered Clothes Division. Unfortunately, there was no news about Qingfeng and the others. Now there is only one who can find a local snake to continue inquiring.

There were noisy sounds coming out from outside. Zhang Wujiu walked to the door and saw the shadows rushing toward the slaughtered sheep. The auspicious air was rising there, the clouds were simmering, and the light was overflowing in the air.

"What happened?" Zhang Wujiu grabbed a passerby, and the man pulled his sword and stabbed him. Zhang Wujiu urged the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong to clear his energy. The man was about to break his body and wailed in pain: "Good man, please spare me! You can spare me! It's an immortal palace that comes out of the Nightmare Lake outside the slaughtering Yangji. Everyone is rushing to grab the treasure! If you don't go quickly, you won't even have the chance to drink a sip of soup!"

The Immortal Palace? Could it be that the site of the Immortal Family appeared? Zhang Wujiu felt aroused when he heard this. He shot this person to death, turned around and rushed into the crowd.

On the banks of Nightmare Lake, the crowd was in agitation, and the dark crowd was divided into more than ten waves, making the surroundings scattered.

The old burned knife wears a bamboo hat and looks at the center of the lake surrounded by a group of people. Thousands of dazzling colorful rays cover the lake surface, illuminating the clear sky. An ancient palace is hanging under the water, shining with light, and changing in the indigo waves.

"Dao Gong, this matter is quite strange." A middle-aged scholar gently shook the feather fan beside Lao Shaodaozi, and the black eyes, which were as dark as varnish, flashed with deep thought.

"You said." Lao Shaodaozi's voice was low, powerful, and unquestionable majesty.

"It is well known that the weirdness of Nightmare Lake is very common. Over the years, many people have seen it, but none of them have gained anything." The scholar pondered, "Now the Immortal Palace suddenly appeared, and there was no sign of the incident. It was just that Cui Zhihuan, the Xuehe Sect, escaped, and his life and death were unpredictable. There may be some involvement in this, so you must be careful."

Lao Shaodaozi was silent for a moment and said, "The birth of the treasure land, the immortal fate is determined, and it has nothing to do with Cui Zhihuan. You have been worried too much."

"Dao Gong, I have read all kinds of anecdotes and strange things all day long. Whenever the treasure land of the Immortal Palace is born, there must be signs: either the stars are shifting, the celestial phenomena are changing; or the water is surging, the fire is surging, and the geographical movement is moving; or someone has related bloodlines, techniques, pictures, secret keys, which arouse resonance... Therefore, the remains of the Immortal Palace seem to be determined by heaven, but there are actually veins to follow. However, this palace is too abrupt, and the good and bad luck are uncertain. Dao Gong is better to take a step back..."

"I'm willing to retreat, are they willing to retreat?" Lao Shaodaozi looked at Qinglong in the distance, Boss Bai, Du Zaba and Ma Hua many alien races, and shook his head decisively. The road has always been around and to the death. Taking a step back may not necessarily make the sky wide, but it may be a cliff.

The surging crowds continued to gather at the lake, and the greedy eyes staring at the palace seemed to be brighter than the dazzling light of the treasure land. The scholar couldn't help but sigh quietly. If you always burn a knife, you will have someone else to come. Who can give up the fat meat that you have to your mouth?

Especially in the sheep slaughtering collection.

Whether it is "reptile", "grass rat", "wild dog"... or Boss Bai and others, they are hiding in this deformed ghost place, struggling to survive, killing people, and asking for nothing is just a tomorrow.

"Boss, Qinglong and others asked you to come over and set rules together." A one-eyed man rushed over and leaned over to report.

Lao Shaodaozi nodded and walked straight away. The scholar hesitated for a moment and stopped in place. Within his eyes, the crowd was ready to move, like anxious ants on a hot pan. If it weren't for fear of Lao Shaodaozi's iron-blooded methods, he would have already rushed down the lake.

After a long time, Lao Shaodaozi walked back, and the scholar hurriedly asked, "Dao Gong, don't know..."

"There is no rule." Lao Shaodaozi slowly raised his hat, and the wrinkles on his forehead stood up like a cold blade. "After half a stick of incense, he started to break into the palace, and everyone could do whatever he could, regardless of life or death!"

With a "thump", someone entered the water and couldn't tell whether he was being pushed or could not control himself. It seemed as if a little spark was splashing into the oil pan, and the crowd exploded, and jumped down the Nightmare Lake like a hungry wolf, swam wildly towards the palace, no matter what the boss of the sheep slaughtering gathered.

"Whoever stole our treasures will kill us!" The old burned knife roared sharply, grabbed the scholar and jumped up, and rushed towards the Immortal Palace. His subordinates followed one after another, like wolves and tigers.

In the wormwood bushes in the distance, the monks stood quietly in the wind, until he saw Zhang Wujiu's figure jumping into the lake, and then he looked back and smiled calmly at the breeze: "Today's collection will never let down the name of slaughtering sheep."
Chapter completed!