Jingzhou, monks from the southern wilderness ranked in the southeast.

Fu Shiyi did not recognize any of the monks sitting cross-legged above the large island in the west, and saw that their clothes were more prosperous and complex than those of Jingzhou and the unruly of the Southern Wilderness.

"Are they from the Nanyang Palace?"

Fu Shiyi muttered.

Fu Zhihong sitting next to her.

With a smile, he reached out to pick the purple dragon fruit hanging in front of him and handed it to Fu Shiyi: "The people in the royal palace all have micro-prints from the Nanyang royal palace on their collars."

Monks in the west.

Although they were dressed gorgeously, there were no corresponding micro-prints on the collar. It seemed that most of them were cultivators summoned from the Nanyang Palace. However, judging from the scale, they were half more than those in the Southern Wilderness, with 96 foundation-building monks.

The song is over.

The dancer dispersed in the floating island water pavilion.

Fu Shiyi thought the banquet was about to begin.

But I heard a sound like a heavenly sound:

"Crossing the river, the horses came from the south, how many people are really good at martial arts? Yifu and others, the land of China, how many times have they looked back? It is considered to be a thousand miles of peace, fame and fortune are the true Confucianism, whether the public knows.......... I fell into the ground back then, but now I see, the wind and clouds are running around. The wind and smoke in the green field, the plain springs and plants, and the east mountains are singing and wine."

It's completely different from the general opera singing style.

It seems to be singing.

It's like when I was young, the elders told ancient stories in my ears.

Fu Shiyi was attracted by his heart little by little, as if he was the only one in the world and the sound. Just when she was about to let go of her last trace of her mind, the leaf of the ancient tree worn on her chest emitted a light white soft light.

The soft light circled Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi was intoxicated by listening.

Suddenly, I was shocked.

Suddenly opened my eyes.

Look at it.

But when I saw myself sitting cross-legged on a square.

In the square, in addition to her, there were nearly 200 foundation-building monks, who were the ones who attended the banquet this time. Before, she saw the floating island, and the strange flowers and plants were gone.

"Illusion?!"

Fu Shiyi was shocked and sweated.

There were so many monks present, no one could see through it, and this illusion was too real. Fu Shiyi was wondering and was about to awaken the other tribesmen, but suddenly turned around and looked to the left.

But I saw that the original position of the senior sister of Mitianlou, Nanhuang, was empty.

"No."

Fu Shiyi quickly swept around the square, and his face changed slightly: "The number of people is wrong, nineteen monks are missing. Where have these people gone? What's going on?"

Fu Shiyi was panicking.

A flash of eyes.

When she saw the surrounding environment clearly, she saw that she was actually in a small farm yard. The yard was empty and there was nothing, but it made people feel instinctively uncomfortable.

"Is this a illusion?"

Fu Shiyi's nervous sleeves shook.

He released the little yellow, spread his wings and flew around the yard with a squeak, then fell to Fu Shiyi's palm and shook the bird's head.

"Isn't it a illusion?"

Fu Shiyi frowned.

She glanced at the leaf of the ancient tree she had refined. At this time, the leaves didn't know if they had just warned, but the runes engraved on them had faded away, and they were obviously invalid!

Now.

She can only rely on herself.

Fu Shiyi held the Tianlei Sword and vigilantly kicked open the door of the main room. There was no one in the room. The oil lamp on the desk beside the window emitted a dim light, but the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table were messy.

Fu Shiyi picked up a piece of rice paper.

But the ink on the paper has not yet dried out:

"There was still someone in this room a quarter of an hour ago!"

Fu Shiyi was puzzled and suddenly heard a shrill scream from outside the yard. Her body flashed and disappeared into the yard the next moment. After leaving the yard, he followed the stone path and arrived by the river.

Blood was scattered on the grass by the river.

Blood spread all the way.

All the way to the arch bridges on both sides of the river bank.

When Fu Shiyi arrived at the bridge, he found that there was only a mummy left on it. The man had just died, but his blood and blood seemed to have been sucked dry. But she couldn't even find the shadow of the other party.

Suddenly.

Fu Shiyi suddenly looked up and looked at the other side of the bridge.

Without thinking, she turned around and took off the flying sword and ran to the original courtyard. The place where she had just left suddenly sounded a strange cry of unwillingness.

"This breath!!!"

Fu Shiyi returned to the yard.

Immediately I called up the talisman pen to kill the sand, and quickly wrote the word "Fu", almost done in one go, chanting the spell in my mouth, and after the word "Fu" illuminated, I quickly pasted it on the gate of the courtyard.

She quickly took a step back!

"Bang!"

The gate seemed to be smashed heavily, and then a shrill scream rang out, and a pool of green liquid flowed out outside the courtyard gate.

"It's really weird!!!"

While Fu Shiyi was relieved, he was also frightened. Since the appearance of the Yaju Tiankeng, she has never encountered a monster again. In the past ten years, she has never heard of monsters in Jingzhou. She almost forgot about this.

If it weren't for the beating of the giant dome in the sea of ​​consciousness space, it became louder.

In a hurry, she really couldn't think of it as a monster!

"Hehe, little girl, you have good skills!"

A cold sound rang outside the yard. In the dark, a little man made of yellow paper slowly walked out. The two red marks on his face were sizzling green liquid:

Paper-tied man sticks out his long tongue.

Licked the cheek.

The green liquid stopped flowing out immediately:

"I'm actually a foundation-building monk. Hehehe, this way, it saves me the effort I've been looking for. The flesh and blood of this mortal always tastes sour. Hehe, little girl, for the lives of the mortals in this city, you should come out and die obediently!"

Not finished speaking.

The paper-breaking man rushed towards the gate of the courtyard.

Fu Shiyi raised his hand and threw it, igniting the flame talisman that had been prepared for a long time. He saw a fireball as big as a football burst out and galloping towards the paper-breaker, but the paper-breaker did not hide or dodge.

"Boom!"

About ten fireballs exploded in an instant.

A big pit ten inches deep was left on the spot, but the paper-breaking man was safe and sound, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his expressionless face:

"Hehe, I thought you knew some knowledge of the Tao. If that's the case, then die!!!"

Fight against monsters.

What can I do with the general methods of immortal cultivators?

How could Fu Shiyi not know about this? The moment the paper-breaking man rushed into the yard, the wind blade talismans that were tightly clasped in her hand were thrown out in an instant.

I saw a gust of wind whirling in the air.

In an instant, dozens of three-inch-long wind blades roared and strangled them all towards the paper-killer. However, they saw that the paper-killer seemed to have no effect, but the two dots of rouge on their cheeks suddenly lit up, and the wind blade drew hundreds of gullies around the land.

Paper-made people are like last time.

Still safe.

"Hehe, I thought you were wearing the Taoist Dharma in this talisman. It seems that I still look down on you. Little girl, I am so hungry that I won't play with you anymore!"

Obviously, the man who was just now was also guarding against Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword in his hand was thrown into the air, and a series of spiritual lights hit it, and the spells were silently chanted in his mouth. In an instant, the Heavenly Thunder Sword was divided into three, and the sword light turned around and galloped towards the paper-knife outside the courtyard with a horn. Wherever the sword light passed, there was a flying sand and stone, and you could tell that it was powerful at a glance.

"Hehe, I'm not giving up!"
To be continued...