When they arrived at the inn, Cheng Ming and Zhao Ying were not found as expected.

Six-armed Evil Guanyin was already one of the followers. Jiang Ye could probably sense the direction. When he came to the inn, he just saw if they left any traces or notes, and could help him identify the direction.

After searching around, there was a note left in the inn, which was encrypted note written in the words "The Book of Saving the World of Taiping". The content was probably to return to Luzhou Prefecture, take the land route, leave the boundary of Xiweimen Pass and then board the boat and take the land route.

Jiang Ye waved his then waved his note, and the black ghost fog was immediately swallowed by the black ghost fog, and there was not even a little bit of the residue left.

After finding the right direction, it turned into a black stream of light and disappeared into the dark night.

Shortly after Jiang Ye disappeared, the gate of the inn opened and the soldier walked into the inn with him: "Can the shopkeeper see the little girl in the painting?"

"I am the butler of the Qin Prince's Mansion. I'm here to find my princess. If you can provide you with the disappearance, you will have a reward." The butler of the Qin Prince's Mansion looked at the shopkeeper of the inn.

The shopkeeper hurriedly called the waiter over, whether it was a runner-up, a chef or a settlement account, and they all greeted everyone to identify the person in the portrait.

"Shopkeeper, this one who stayed in the night was brought by an adult who obviously looked like a servant."

"Yes, I remembered it too. When I went to deliver the meal, the man looked strange in his face, so the younger one took a look."

"But it's still in the store?"

"It's here." The accountant nodded quickly. The deposit and room rate were not refunded, and he had not seen anyone come out, which means that the other party must be in the inn and has not left yet.

The butler's eyes lit up. It's not in vain to search from house to house in the evening. As long as he saw the inn, he searched for it. Unexpectedly, he found the person they were looking for here. The prince would definitely be very happy: "Hurry, take me there and follow."

Everyone in the inn led the butler to the guest room, and the soldiers who followed were also cautiously following, for fear that the footsteps would disturb the nobles.

Zhao Hao also knew about the huge changes that occurred in Xiweimen Pass, so he thought about bringing Zhao Ying back.

Although this daughter does not have the fate of Qianlong, it would be better to say that this is better. If she is born in the prince's family, she also needs a fate, which is enough to be rich and worry-free for a lifetime.

Xuan Zhendao returned with great defeat, and the master of the sect was seriously injured. The entire Xuan Zhendao's power quickly gathered and began to shrink towards Lingnan where his ancestral home was. Not many strange people and strange people who went up the mountain could come back, and basically all died on it.

"Dongdong." The butler knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Princess, I'm here to pick you up."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, then I opened the door, but the room was empty. The housekeeper hurried to the table, reached out to touch the teapot, and it was already cold. The small furnace in the room had already been extinguished and could not warm the tea, which meant that the people in the room had been walking for a long time.

"I've left, and it's not too late."

The butler said in a deep voice, and at the same time directed the soldiers behind him: "Go and report to the king quickly."

...

"Driving!" Cheng Ming shook the reins in his hand and pulled them on the butt of the galloping horse. The already fast carriage increased its speed again.

Zhao Ying, sitting in the carriage, looked out the window. She didn't want to leave, at least she had to wait until Jiang Ye came back, but Cheng Ming told her that the master had ascended and would not come back. Moreover, because of her heavy treasure, those strange people who had not died would definitely follow the clues to find them.

Even if they don’t know that they have a treasure, they will be pulled on Zhao Ying. Who said that Zhao Ying’s master is that ancestor? He was the ancestor who killed dragons, poked through the demon eyes, and blocked the river. The other party casually dropped something from the crack of his fingers, which was a treasure.

As Cheng Ming said, the two of them are now children holding treasures and cannot be protected at all.

While they hadn't reacted or chased after them, they hurriedly ran away. Not to mention far away, as long as they could reach Luzhou Prefecture, Zhao Ying would definitely be regarded as a guest of honor by Taipinghui with the status of the Six-Armed Evil Guanyin.

Although he thought so, Cheng Ming's eyebrows and eyes were still filled with sorrow. Although he was from Taipinghui, if they really brought such a treasure back, would the Taipinghui Tianshi and the Tianjun really not take action to snatch it?

Or maybe when they know what's going on here, will they have bad ideas?

Everything is unknown.

Cheng Ming misses the days he stayed with Jiang Ye very much. Although he would feel nervous at that time, it was because of the ancestor's strong strength and indifferent attitude, he didn't have to worry about his life safety, and he didn't have to be afraid of any slut. At that time, Cheng Ming felt that it was the most reassuring day.

"Boom!"

A twisted crutch directly broke the road not far away.

Cheng Ming's eyes suddenly widened, and he hurriedly grabbed the reins of the carriage. The running horse had to stop his steps. Zhao Ying in the carriage almost staggered, and the door panel blocked it to prevent him from falling out of the carriage.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that I would pick up the bargain." A sinister laughter sounded, and a half-illusory and half-real shadow appeared on the crutch. The hunched body trembled slightly, as if it was because of being too excited.

Cheng Ming shouted with a serious expression: "I am very brave. A certain family is Cheng Ming, the head of the Balance Hall. Who dares to block a certain car frame? Are you impatient to live?"

The hunched shadow sneered: "It turns out to be Lord Cheng of Taiping Club. Old man, I only want the little girl in the carriage. If I know her, I will give her obediently to me. Old man is in a good mood and can spare your life."

"So brave!" Cheng Ming snorted coldly. He didn't dare to hand over Zhao Ying. They both prosper and lose both. If Zhao Ying had a few good and bad luck, he wouldn't have to live. No matter what the person who came in front of him was, he wouldn't be able to give up today.

"Taiping true meaning, bless me..." Cheng Ming activated the incense, and the talisman paper in his hand exploded, instantly protecting the carriage. The talisman paper in his hand instantly turned into several golden armored strong men holding long swords and rushed towards the hunched figure standing on the crutch.

"Hey."

The old man smiled and pulled the needle and thread in his hand. The pale paper man grew in the wind and turned into a larger size than the Yellow Turban Strongman. He waved his fist and hit the Yellow Turban Strongman. The originally golden yellow Turban Strongman suddenly shattered.

Cheng Ming was ignited by the talisman paper and his mouth was filled with blood and his face turned red.

"Paper man? Fucking the old man?"

"I didn't expect that you, a little kid, still knows my husband's name, but since that's it, let's die here." The old man in the playboy waved the paper man in his hand, and the surroundings were immediately blocked so tight that it was airtight. Several paper men even forced Cheng Ming to force him.

Cheng Ming suddenly sighed, there is no simple person who can make a name for himself in the world. The opponent's combat power should be able to reach the level of the Tianshi of the Taipinghui, and he can't beat it now.

"Little princess, can you use the treasure in your body?" Cheng Ming stood on the carriage and circulated the incense power, and at the same time sent a secret message to Zhao Ying in the carriage. He could only hope that Zhao Ying could use the treasure.

Zhao Ying also understood the urgency of the matter, but the six-armed evil Guanyin in her body did not listen to her command at all. She could feel the existence of the six-armed evil Guanyin, but the other party was motionless and was not driven at all.

She may take action when she is threatened by life, but she will definitely not be able to drive it, but Zhao Ying is not very sure. When she is really threatened by life, will the one in her body really take action?

"Saving the world through disaster, peace..."

Cheng Ming did not completely count on Zhao Ying's treasure. Now he can only use the incense vows and magic power with all his strength. Several hidden magic doors were opened and the talisman paper was lit. A layer of golden light appeared on his body, and the golden light converged.

Twisted body.

From the original human body to more than two meters, the body turned dark red and the muscles were tangled, not like a human, but like a Shura evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Cheng Ming had decided to work hard, and secretly store incense and wish to build an immortal golden body.

But the one in front of him obviously doesn't look like a tight golden body, but rather like an evil ghost.

Even evil ghosts are worshipped by humans. The incense is mixed and full of dirty desires. Even gods rarely touch the incense power, let alone ordinary people.

"boom!"

Cheng Ming penetrated the paper man's chest and rushed towards the old man.

Cheng Ming yelled and waved his fists: "Die!"

bass.

The old man's figure dissipated, and the one on the crutch turned out to be a faint shadow.

"I'm fooled." The old man sneered, with transparent silk thread tied to his ten fingers, and the shadow was just a bait, just thinking it was a spider web. Since he was flirting with the old man, he naturally focused on "fuck". How to calculate without the skill in his hand, the silk thread condensed by mental power is the most difficult to tear, even the big guy in front of him can't do it.

"Go to die."

The old man directed the paper man to rush towards Cheng Ming, who was bound by silk thread.

"My life is over." Cheng Ming, who was breaking free from the silk thread, sighed in his heart. Who knew that this was actually a trap? Otherwise, the evil ghost body condensed with his incense will really have the power of a battle, and this time he was careless and would lose his life.

"puff."

The light flashed, and all the paper people rushing over exploded.

The weapon fell in front of Cheng Ming. The weapon was more than one meter long. The skull on the back of the knife smiled. The blood and muscles on the body trembled slightly. The demonic eye in the center turned and finally looked at Cheng Ming.

Cheng Ming had already opened his mouth wide. He knew this weapon and immediately looked behind him excitedly.

"Who?!"

The old man fucked the show with a stern expression, and his paper man was actually poked by a long knife.

The opponent's strength is unfathomable.

"Pretending to be a ghost, come out for me!"

A pale palm grabbed his neck, turned it hard, and his eyes gradually disappeared, and he had never seen who the killer was.

"Old Ancestor?" Cheng Ming yelled excitedly.

"Why is it so embarrassing?"

"As soon as I leave, something that is life-and-death comes to me?"
Chapter completed!