Late at night.

As countless people were sleeping deeply, the wind and clouds suddenly rose above Nanyan City. Under the stirring of the rich energy of heaven and earth, an indescribable wave flowed from the sky and filled every corner of the entire city.

In an instant, the heavy and terrifying oppressive force fell directly, acting on many warriors who were sensitive to the energy of heaven and earth.

In the south of the city, in a not-too-large courtyard.

A mature young man woke up from his sleep, covering his increasingly short-sniffed chest with one hand, poked out his other palm and grasped the weapon beside him.

He stood up suddenly, kicked open the door of the house, came to the yard, looked around, and saw that it was pitch black and there was no abnormality. He instinctively raised his head and looked at the sky covered by darkness.

The warrior's instinct told him that there were no real enemies around him, and the "source of sin" that caused him to be in this state, and his power comes from heaven and earth itself.

“What’s the situation?”

The old man's movements did not change. He kept staring at the sky for a few breaths, and his eyes became dazed, as if he felt a thousand-pound god mountain drooping little by little, suppressing Nanyan City.

At this moment, he was like an insect that could not struggle, and could only wait for his fate to be crushed into powder.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Bright red liquid poured out from the guy's eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears. They gathered at the chin and dripped to the ground under the action of gravity.

The man's whole body was tense and he noticed this danger. His neck bones clattered and instinctively wanted to lower his head and save himself.

But, he failed.

Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!

Suddenly, there were dense footsteps on the street outside the courtyard, and then they left.

At this time, a palm quietly held the man's shoulder, and with a slight force, dragging the man who could not move into the room.

Bang!

Then, the palm was raised and slapped the man hard on the back of the head.

A somewhat hoarse voice rang:

"Damn, I'm not afraid of death.

"What? I want to die sooner and let me give the white-haired man a black-haired man a black-haired man?"

The man finally lowered his head smoothly, and with this action, the indescribable oppressive force in Changkong suddenly dissipated, as if it did not exist at all.

He finally got rid of the fate of death.

The man was extremely scared and took a few deep breaths before calming down his mind. He wiped his palms casually, and it was smooth and warm.

"Father, what's this?" He turned around, and said in a frightened tone.

However, in the darkness, no voice responded immediately.

After a while, the hoarse voice before slowly rang out, and said in a very solemn tone:

"The Fu Bing has recovered."

"Ah?" the old man asked in confusion.

He is also a native of Nanyan City. He has lived for so many years and has never seen Fu Bing recover.

"Ha..." In the darkness, the man's father laughed inexplicably and cursed:

"Don't be surprised, I have seen Fu Bing recover. At that time, your mother was younger than you now..."

The old man understood that it was a few decades ago... He took a secret breath, raised his hand and pressed his slightly drowsy head, and asked for advice:

"Father, how can Fu Bing resurrected me like this?"

He paused and emphasized:

"I, I am in the innate true qi realm!"

It was really impossible to understand, but Fu Bing recovered, so he almost died.

"Aren't you lucky?"

The hoarse male voice rang again, but did not answer the man's previous question immediately, but instead sighed and said regretfully:

"Tonight, I'm afraid there will be a lot of unlucky people, it's so pitiful."

After saying this, he said:

"It is said that the Funeral Soldiers in Nanyanzhou City are made of many strange ninth-level materials, combined with the earth veins and talisman arrays, and are a powerful tool.

"Now, the revival of the talisman soldiers is equivalent to a powerful warrior who actively releases their aura. If you stare at them, you have actually let your aura get entangled with it.

"Why do you think you can bear it when it's majesty?

"Frog in the well, what is the True Qi Realm? I think even the Dan Realm warriors may find it difficult to support this power!

"snort!"

After hearing his father's words, a chill suddenly surged in the heart of the old man, knowing that he had really walked away at the gate of hell. If his father hadn't rescued him in time, he would have died.

"Get back to sleep now, soothe your wife and don't make a fuss."

"Yes, father."

The old man whispered, took two steps back, left the house, and came to the yard.

During this process, he deliberately lowered his head and did not dare to look at Changkong again.

After the old man returned to his hungry warrior, his father's room, the hoarse voice sounded again, becoming suspicious:

"What kind of thing is it worth using talisman soldiers? The last time the believers who believed in the weird evil gods made trouble, wasn't that the same?"

...

...

The east of the city, the Changshi Mansion.

Qingyun Hall.

As the governor of Nanyan Prefecture, Song Qingyun sat quietly in the main seat, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his right hand, looking at the two people standing in the hall, and chuckled.

"Yang Qingmu, the evil tiger, it's so late, why did you suddenly come to the Changshi's Mansion?"

He said with a passionate tone of seeing his old friend:

"But, you came abruptly, and you have to wait for a while for hot tea!"

Sizzle!

Sizzle!

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the things in Qingyun Hall seemed to come alive.

On the wall, the calligraphy and paintings that were originally hung shaking, forming a spiral drill bit, which slammed into the wall.

As the chairs that were not sitting were swaying, they became strange-shaped wooden men, rushed towards the door, swung their arms, swung their fists, and smashed the door vigorously.

The vase on the table fell to the ground with a buzz, crossing between Song Qingyun and Yang Qingmu. The dark bottle mouth burst out with extremely strong brilliance.

At Yang Qingmu, under the feet of the evil tiger, the thick carpet cracked instantly, and countless thin lines covered up, submerging the soles of the two.

"Why you?"

"Why you?"

Faced with these abnormalities, Yang Qingmu still kept holding the sword in his posture, but his expression rarely became vivid and more indifferent.

He stared at Song Qingyun nearby:

"How dare you betray the governor of the state?"

This is something that Yang Qingmu cannot understand. As the confidant of the provincial governor and as a person close to the provincial governor, he and Song Qingyun know more than ordinary people how powerful that position is.

How stupid it is to betray such an existence and become an enemy of such a person.

Kick!

The surrounding walls disappeared, the gates disappeared, the roof disappeared, and was replaced by an extremely thin and strong blue glow.

Yang Qingmu's expression has not changed:

"The Fu Bing has recovered, you can't escape.

"Snatch me and go back and admit your mistake."

...
Chapter completed!