Chapter 45 Disaster in the Capital

Kunlun Mountain, Ziying School.

Ouyang Hong and Lu Shaoyang sat together. Ouyang Hong still held an invitation in his hand. The two were silent for a while. Lu Shaoyang said, "Why did Huo Xiangtian suddenly appear after decades of silence?"

Ouyang Hong had a cold face and expressionless face and said, "It's a blessing, not a curse, but a misfortune that can't be avoided. Let's accompany them to Shushan to have a look. If Huo Xiangtian is against us, he doesn't have to be in Shushan."

Lu Shaoyang sighed, "I'm just afraid that Huo Xiangtian has found out something. If he knows our secret, we will suffer."

Ouyang Hong snorted coldly and then fell into meditation. After a long time, he said, "Notify Leng Ying, come back."

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Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the day when he set out for Shushan. Zhang Ziguang was dressed in white and neatly dressed. With Qingyang Zhenren, Shangguan Mu and Elder Wang Sidong went on the road together.

Along the way, the four people did not teleport directly, but flew in the air. Zhang Ziguang was a little puzzled and asked curiously, "Master, why don't we teleport directly?"

A light of reverence flashed in Shangguan's cold and arrogant eyes and said, "It's impolite to see the strong man. Only by flying over little by little can we reflect our piety."

Zhang Ziguang nodded thoughtfully and had a little more admiration for the word strong.

It was getting late, and the four people fell into a town to rest. The three elders discussed the affairs of the faction in the inn. Zhang Ziguang had nothing to do and wandered around the street.

"This girl." A voice attracted his attention. He followed the voice and saw an old fortune teller talking to a girl. Behind the fortune teller was a sign with a line of big words: fairy pointing the way. Although the two spoke in a very small voice, they still heard clearly according to Zhang Ziguang's current behavior.

"Girl." The fortune teller took out a black package and said, "As long as you put the things in this package in the south of your house, the ghosts in your house will definitely disappear."

The girl took the package, touched it curiously, and then asked with a smile, "Sir, what's in this package?"

The fortune teller smiled mysteriously and said, "Ha ha, the secret can't be revealed. You will know as soon as you go back. If it is useful, you can return it to me tomorrow. If it is useful, please give it generously.

The girl said, "Naturally, who doesn't know that you are so powerful?" With that, she saluted and retreated.

Zhang Ziguang, standing aside, sneered. For ordinary ghosts, the evil-repel things refined by Taoist priests can be suppressed. Common things for this kind of practitioners can be called magical power, which is indeed not worthy of the name.

"This prince in white." The fortune teller said with a faint smile. Zhang Ziguang's heart was shocked and asked loudly, "Are you talking about me?"

The fortune teller said, "Yes, please come here. I have something to talk to you about."

Zhang Ziguang is a little reluctant. These Jianghu warlocks, who sincerely solicit guests, are nothing more than talking nonsense and making some money. For this kind of behavior, ordinary practitioners are extremely disdainful.

The fortune-teller obviously saw his mind and then said, "You don't have to worry, I won't charge you."

Zhang Ziguang was a little curious. There was no fortune-teller who didn't charge money, so he strode over. The fortune teller narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Ziguang for a while, and said, "The prince is weak and not in a good mood. Even if he looks energetic, he inevitably has a strong smile. I don't know if he has lost his beloved. Induced by?

Zhang Ziguang's expression stagnated and looked at the inconspicuous fortune teller carefully. He was dressed in brown clothes. Because he couldn't see his height clearly when sitting in his seat, his face was a little wrinkled, and his narrow eyes were bright.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ziguang nodded and said, "Sir, is that what you asked me to come here? Is that why I said this?"

The fortune teller shook his head and smiled, "No, I want to tell you that you will not be able to go back in a short time on this trip, and there will be a disaster!"

"Oh?" Zhang Ziguang narrowed his eyes, looked at the fortune teller, and asked, "I'd like to hear the details."

The fortune-tell old man looked up at the sky and said slowly, "Sir, the secrets cannot be revealed. I'm sorry I can't tell you, but I can tell you how to avoid the great disaster."

Zhang Ziguang smiled faintly and said, "Sir, since you can predict the future, I want to ask you a question. When will you go west?"

The fortune-telling old man did not change his face, was not angry at all, and still smiled and said, "Son, believe it or not. Only when you give up this trip can you avoid a big disaster."

Zhang Ziguang smiled disdainfully and said, "Thank you for your goodwill." With that, he turned around coldly and left. The old fortune teller looked at his back, shook his head secretly and said to himself, "It seems that God wants you to suffer, alas..."

Zhang Ziguang walked back to the inn, but when he saw that Qingyang Zhenren and other three people were staring at him in the living room, he frowned and had a bad feeling. As soon as Shangguan Mu saw him coming back, he hurriedly said, "Quickly pack up and salute. We are ready to leave here. The capital not far from here has suffered a wave of demons. The attack of the beast is now in danger.

"What?" Zhang Ziguang was shocked that the capital was the capital of the Central Plains. If the capital was destroyed, the Central Plains would be in chaos.

It should not be too late. The four of them set out quickly and teleported in the direction of the capital.

The four people teleported rapidly, leaving shadows in the air. About an hour, they came to the destination of this trip, Jingjing.

At this moment, the capital is moaning in a sea of fire. The firelight is soaring to the sky, the thick smoke covers the sky and the sun. The smell of choking smoke drifts away in the wind and goes straight to the mouth and nose. It smells a violent cough.

The muscles on Zhang Ziguang's face twitched, looked worried, and said to Shangguan Mu, "Master, has the capital been..."

"Not yet." Qingyang Zhenren stroked his beard and said for sure, "In the city, there are also energy fluctuations from fighting."

Zhang Ziguang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became interested and said, "Then let's go in and have a look and kill a few single monsters by the way."

Qingyang nod his permission and immediately told him, "You two masters and apprentices go in first to see the situation. Remember, they are absolutely invincible. Once the situation is in crisis. Teleport back immediately."

"Yes!" The master and apprentice responded to the order, and then flashed into the sea of fire.

The fire is dazzling, like purgatory, and the pungent smoke is suffocating. Even a master like Zhang Ziguang has to erect the true qi defense.

The two flew more than three miles away and still didn't see human smoke. Through the black smoke, the mountain corpses and large pieces of blood piled up on the ground were faintly visible, most of which were human, and a small part of them were monsters.

The two masters and apprentices were shocked to see. You can imagine what a tragic battle between people and beasts took place in this prosperous place.

"Alas!" Zhang Ziguang sighed and said regretfully, "Poor capital was ruined like this by a group of monsters."

Shang Mu looked puzzled and said, "The capital has existed as a land country in the Central Plains for so many years and has never been attacked by monsters. Why is this time? Why did the monsters suddenly stand against the court?"

"Roar..." The harsh roar came, and the attention of the master and apprentice moved to the depths of the black smoke. Zhang Ziguang's speed accelerated, his blood was boiling, and his sadness and depression finally had a place to vent.

Brush, he simply teleported to the direction of the sound, but he saw a monster with a tiger and dragon head fighting with two practitioners. The two practitioners were ragged, bloody, pale, and purple lips, and obviously hurt a lot.

"You step back!" Zhang Ziguang shouted loudly, "Sent Zhang Ziguang, this monster, give it to me!"

The two practitioners were relieved and looked at Zhang Ziguang gratefully. One of them stepped forward and said, "Then please be the hero of the Jianfeng faction. We are all seriously injured now. I'm afraid that we will be exhausted. At present, we have retreated."

Zhang Ziguang licked his lips and waved his hand, and the two practitioners hurriedly retreated.

Zhang Ziguang looked at the monsters on the ground and smiled disdainfully. This level of monsters is only equivalent to the level of the guardian of the eighth level of the Demon Lake. According to his strength, an ultimate extinction can kill it. However, at this moment, Zhang Ziguang is full of indignation and has nowhere to vent. It will never be so easy. The head monster was killed.

At this time, Shangguan Mu also came here. He stopped and watched the battle between Zhang Ziguang and the monster with great interest.

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