"Where is your 'Qian Quaint Piano'?" Lin Feiyuan said anxiously, "It's so amazing to play music during the day, take it out and continue playing it!"

"As soon as you enter this place, the tool is invalid." Song Qianji said, "I borrow a sword from me, I know you still have it."

A normal assassin has more than just a sword.

"Remember!" Lin Feiyuan took out two swords and handed them to Song Qianji.

The endless crowds of people poured out from night fog, coming to the streets.

When Song Qianji took the sword, he saw the faces of those people clearly.

The passers-by who had just passed by the street had a blank look and a dull look at it.

Men, women, elderly people, and children all have numb faces. They move at the same speed, such as marionettes and zombies.

At first, the pace was slow, as if the matchmaker was not skilled, and then the speed gradually accelerated.

Song Qianji looked up and saw that the night sky was dark, the clouds were rolling, the cold wind was blowing, and there seemed to be ghosts passing through the dark clouds.

As expected, ‌ is here.

Song Qianji showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feiyuan broke through many killing formations and went through countless dangerous storms. He thought that his head was on his waist, and he was not afraid of heaven or earth.

But the extremely strange atmosphere here made him feel cold.

"Are they humans?" he asked Song Qianji, his voice trembling slightly, "Where are people in this city who want to kill us?"

The last moment, the city was full of joy and a lively and fragrant color. The passers-by were all living, and things changed in a blink of an eye.

"This is not the real Huawei City. They are not real people. These people are not mentally conscious and can only be directed by others. The commander must be in the city. But in order not to be discovered by me, he will try his best to hide." Song Qianji spoke lightly and his tone was stable.

"How do you know?" Lin Feiyuan frowned.

The other party was calm and clear. If this person was not Song Qianji, he would almost suspect that it was an undercover sent by the enemy.

"I've met it." Song Qianji said, "Long ago."

Even if you face the long river of time, after seeing the ending of the "Snow Field of the End" a hundred times, you will see that your heart is as calm as a lake and will not be turbulent.

I have seen the experience of "first ascending to the immortal path" a thousand times, and when I saw melon seeds chatting with the narrator, I mocked myself.

But in the thousands of experiences in his previous life, he still had some scenes that he didn't want to see again, and memories that he subconsciously wanted to forget.

Similar to this moment.

"Okay!" Lin Feiyuan was overjoyed, and said, "I'm not afraid of having two things! How did you break out last time?"

He waited for a while, but before he could answer, he was about to urge him again, but he heard the other party laughing:

"I won't tell you."

Lin Feiyuan's smile disappeared and she was angry and said, "Are you sick? Haven't you woken up?"

Song Qianji ignored him and seriously reminded: "Before I find the commander, try to deal with them and not to make a desperate move. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I will save the spirit." Lin Feiyuan nodded, took a deep breath, and smiled, "We have passed this time, which is considered dead. I will lead them to the right, and you go left to find the commander. When I count one, two, three, we will set off at the same time - hey, Song Qianji! I'll go!"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qian's fuselage was fast, and his back instantly sank into the night fog.

Lin Feiyuan can't see it anymore.

...

There are many tall buildings and many broad buildings in Huawei City.

The Song submarine plane flew past the roofs of pavilions, like a flying bird rising and falling in the forest.

In the rolling fog, his route was clear and he did not take any detours, as if he was determined to be his goal.

The matchmaker manipulated the crowd to climb up the roof of the stairs, trying to stop him, but the Song Crown Aircraft was faster.

A strong wind blew from the sky, and the powerful flowing was about to blow down, and Song Qianji walked against the wind.

Occasionally he was trapped in a heavy siege, and he waved his sword calmly, like cutting down trees.

Song Qianji muttered to himself, his voice lightly: "You can do it in Huaweizong or come to Qianqu. It's better to do it yourself, and don't pretend to others... It's just that I shouldn't have done this. I have a little bit now."

The city is fake, the people are fake, the sky is fake, the earth is fake, and the world is fake.

But the "feeling" of killing is real. As long as you can feel the temperature of blood splattering on your face, you can hear the screams and wailing sounds, and you can see the piles of corpses and skeletons.

What is the difference between true and false?

He didn't let Lin Feiyuan kill him.

The other party thought it was to save spirits and wait for the battle.

He didn't explain the reason, let alone tell the truth

——In his previous life, he killed a city man before finding the commander.

He wants to live, but not die.

But there are millions of people in Huawei City, men, women, young and old, and peddlers.

People of different heights, fatness, and thinness have different faces.

Anyone who has killed this game will be mentally broken even if he survives. He cannot take up the sword and becomes a pig and sheep that can be slaughtered.

In his previous life, this miscellaneous city attracted him into the trap. He not only wanted his life, but also wanted to kill his heart.

There are still people in the city who brought him by Qianqu in this life, all of whom are young, less than twenty years old.

At night, I dreamed of "passing the sword for thousands of miles, exploring the world of cultivation, and allowing me to travel", and a snowball hit my companion during the day.

The night wind was shrill, and a black shadow in the sky swooped over like a bat, with a sharp laugh.

The majestic spirit crushed towards Song Qianji, mixed with strong deaths, and rushed towards the isolated island like a tsunami.

There is a "living" in a living person, and it is full of breathing.

The dead man has "death". The two are naturally incompatible. The master of the remnant soul has died for hundreds of years, and the death is strong.

"The dead people floating in the sky come to kill me, and the living people on the ground come to kill me." After Song Qianji finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly:

"Since you have died, why do you still have to be in love with the world?!"

The sword in his hand was as iron as ordinary, his dress sleeves were broken and swept up by the strong wind.

The four words "Love in the World" echo.

The remnant soul lost its mind and had no previous magical powers. The power of the spiritual pressure impact alone was still a mountain smashed head-on.

With the physical strength of a normal Nascent Soul monk, if he chooses to bear it, he will be immediately crushed into meat paste.

If you want to hide by yourself, your soul will be entangled, and your resentment will still overwhelm him.

Song Qianji opened his mouth, held the long sword horizontally, formed seals with both hands, and broke his throat and shouted: "The realm! Open!"

In an instant, the machine burst out, and the golden light broke through the thick fog and illuminated the roof.

The black shadow rushed into the golden light, passed through his body, and disappeared out of thin air.

...

Yuan Qingshi appeared in front of the city gate, holding a huge white banner.

The city gate is tall and majestic, and the three big words "Huaweicheng" are hanging above his head.

The white banner in his hand was covered with a faint red light, and flew away.

A layer of fine cold sweat oozed out of Yuan Qingshi's forehead.

Master entrusted this matter to him, and he told him that he must be foolproof.

He also knew in his heart that this matter was related to the rise and fall of the sect.

Huawei Sect cannot lose the fireworks worshipped by the mortal world, the dependence of his power, and the status of the overlord of the continent of Tianxi and Continent.

With Song Qianji, no, it was with Qianqu County, and to the death.

Sometimes, life and death are not because of personal grudges, but because of positions, classes, interests, these invisible and intangible, but very important.

He changed twelve locations, and Song Qianji also changed eight routes, each of which could lead to his place as fast as possible.

And the speed is getting faster and faster.

This is his home court. He travels freely and can sense everything in the city.

At first, this omniscient and omnipotent feeling of controlling puppets almost made him addicted.

If the enemy is trapped in the city, he should be slow to sense and his spiritual consciousness is unconscious and passes through the thick fog. Just like Meng Heze, Ji Chen, and his Qianqu disciples.

How did Song Qianji know where he is?

Why can't a powerful soul hurt the other party and be "absorbed" instead?

There is no reason.

The Song Qianji he remembered was the crazy young master who sang and played the jade flute in the hall.

Everyone knows that Song Qianji likes flowers and plants, is proficient in playing chess and writing. With his star-picking game and heroic posts, he has won the eyes of a saint.
To be continued...