Chapter 64 Disaster of Blood and Light (!)

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In the hall of the Tai family council.

After dispelling more than a dozen stunned cronies in the clan, Dantai Mingjing sat down in a chair, rubbed his frowned eyebrows fiercely, sighed, and his expression was changeable.

He did not participate in the auction meeting, but returned to the clan with the resourceful Taipeng. He has got the news he wants. What else should he do in the muddy water of the auction?

But is it really worth losing your family for a person, or for that person's shocking treasure? He hesitated. Even if he held a family meeting and only told a few cronies the news that he was about to leave, he was still a little reluctant to part with the family that had been under his leadership for nearly a thousand years.

The people flow the same bloodline, not that you can cut it off...

"Master, since we have made this step, we should prepare well. This is not the time to hesitate."

Tang Taipeng sat alone in the corner. He was the right-hand man of the staring mirror. Today's events were also promoted by him. At this time, he couldn't help reminding him when he saw that the face of the staring of the starlight.

Hearing the words, the bright mirror of the geng tai was shocked, and the pale color on his face disappeared, replaced by a resolute and decisive color.

He looked grim and said to Xing Taipeng, "Yes, since he has confirmed Zhang Yan's whereabouts, we should plan well. Where is Xing Tai missing now?"

Tiantai is another Yuanying elder of the Pengtai family. He is murderous and his hands are stained with blood. He is also a famous person among the monks of Qianjing City.

"He has gone to the target. As long as the target leaves Zhenlongfang, he will send the news at any time." Peng Peng smiled and was full of ambition.

Zhang Yan is already in my bag. Will the Buddha and demon treasure be far away? What's more, no other force has known about this news. This is the best opportunity!

Thinking of this, Xingtai Mingjing couldn't help but be painstaking, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. "Once things succeed, you and I will immediately escape from Qianjing City. As for the rise and fall of the family... let it live and die!"

Tian Taipeng smiled gently, with uncontrollable excitement on his face.

......

When Zhang Yan walked out of Zhenlongfang, nearly 10,000 monks who participated in the auction were already empty. At this time, the streets of the monk's workshop were cold and depressed, and only a few low-level monks were whispering with an excited face.

After listening for a moment and seeing what happened at the auction house again, Zhang Yan shook his head and stepped forward.

Today, Zhang Yan was invited by Lan Rongruo. Zhang Yan was not without gain. As Lan Rongruo said, at least he observed the enemy closely. The result is very bad. The power sent by the major forces in China and Turkey is really a little amazing. Coupled with those scattered cultivations, he preliminarily estimated that there are no less than 50 Yuanying monks looking for himself this time!

So many Yuanying monks gathered together to open up a mountain and become a superpower, and they just came here for themselves?

When Zhang Yan thought of this, he couldn't help suffering and his sharpness alone. He had to have this strength~

turned his head and looked at the huge signboard of Zhenlongfang again. Zhang Yan sighed and accelerated his pace. This time, Zhenlongfang refused to help himself. He could accept it, but he couldn't help but be angry.

He believes that if Zeng Fuzi still holds the position of deacon elder, if Zeng Fuzi's situation is the same as his current self, Zhenlongfang will never refuse to help.

It's still not strong enough. Zhang Yan's heart is full of unwillingness, and he becomes more and more determined to practice desperately.

sudly~~

A trace of throbbing suddenly penetrated into my heart.

Zhang Yan's expression remains unchanged, still striding forward at a constant speed, but in the sea of knowledge, the divine consciousness has covered the surrounding area thousands of feet.

At this time, there will never be any monk in ambush here. Even if he knows his identity, even if he has the strength to defeat himself, as long as there is a movement, it will inevitably attract other high-level monks.

That's...

Someone is tracking and observing themselves!

Conving this idea, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth. Although the divine consciousness still could not detect where the man was hiding, as long as he was in this thousand mirror city, he would never dare to take action easily.

Zhang Yan's nerves were tense and he looked around with great vigilance, but his face was expressionless. After leaving the monk's workshop, his figure quietly slipped into the crowd of the secular world.

In the secular world, he was vigilant and aimlessly around a big circle. Zhang Yan stood in a somewhat depressed street, but his face was a little gloomy. The feeling of being locked still did not disappear, but more unscrupulous. He was able to clearly feel the power of divine consciousness.

is very powerful. He is equivalent to the divine consciousness in the later period of Jindan and can't detect its trace. This person is definitely a high-level monk in the Yuanying period!

Who is it?

I have hidden my cultivation with Yi magic, and my appearance and temperament are very different from the past. How can anyone still follow me? Has your trace been leaked? Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's ominous foreboding became stronger, and Lan Rongruo's handsome and gentle figure gradually came to his mind.

Will he leak it? Zhang Yan sighed gently in his heart, and his heart fell into the trough in an instant. At this time, he no longer paid much attention to it. One day, he must explore it. If it is really... then kill him!

Bailuo's Huxin Island is a hundred miles away from the suburbs of the secular world. At this time, Zhang Yan did not dare to go. After today's auction, he planned to explore the matter of taking the whole Thousand Mirror City as the foundation and Huxin Island as the array with Bailuo was also forgotten by him. At this time, he thought about how to solve the unscure after falling. Tracker.

The person who follows Zhang Yan is a high-level monk of the Tai family who likes killing, and he is lurking in a corner a hundred feet away from Zhang Yan. Like a poisonous snake hidden in a dark corner, he glanced at everything around him with indifferent eyes, but his powerful consciousness firmly locked Zhang Yan. If it hadn't been for the order of Mingjing from the Tai Dynasty not to fight in the city, he would definitely have killed the boy who took him around countless circles in the secular world without hesitation.

Tiantai lacks to kill, but he is not stupid. He knows that the major forces in the Middle-earth are now for the children in front of him, so they do not hesitate to attack thousands of miles. At this time, even if there is a little movement, they will be noticed by those people who have cultivated themselves. Therefore, waiting has become the only choice.

Along the way, he kept passing Zhang Yan's whereabouts back to the clan in a unique connection and into the ears of the head of the family, Xingtai Mingjing, in order to gather all his strength in the place where Zhang Yan stopped, and make sure to hang Zhang Yan with one hit.

At the mouth of the depressed street and alley, Zhang Yan still paused there, thinking about how to escape quickly, but did not notice that the sloppy old man who set up fortune-telling at the entrance of the alley laid his eyes on him.

The old man was dressed in a tattered Taoist suit, his hair was gray and dishevelled, and his dry and thin cheeks were full of wind and dust. There stood a bamboo pole at his feet, and a dirty broken flag flying against the wind. Nine crooked seal characters could be faintly seen on it, like ugly earthworms. The earthworms are entangled together and extremely ugly.

Such a ridiculous signboard with the old man's sloppy image naturally can't attract a guest. What's more, how can there be a fortune-telling magician under the banner of beg for money?

But it was such a bad old man who looked at Zhang Yan for a while. It was not until Zhang Yan looked at him that he sighed and showed an unfathomable smile.

Zhang Yan was stunned and said to himself, the old man smiled so strangely that his charred teeth were disgusting...

Shaking his head, he is now in crisis. Even if there are some poor old beggars on the street, he has no intention to pay attention to it. He directly took out a golden ingot, bowed and put it in a broken bowl in front of the old man, and was about to turn his head and leave.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar opened his mouth and said greedily, "Donor, I'm not a beggar. This little money can't send me away."

Zhang Yan looked at him in astonishment and asked, "You are not a beggar, and you think I give less money, so what do you think you do?"

The old man stretched out the finger of the black shuttle, broke the flag with one finger, and said proudly, "It's fortune-telling!"

Zhang Yan looked up and tried his best to see those ugly words clearly. He couldn't help saying, "It turned out to be a fairy god."

Seeing Zhang Yan laughing, the old man also smiled, pointing to the sky and the earth, and said, "It's better to say that heaven and earth."

Zhang Yan felt that the old man was a little crazy and pitiful. He took out a ingot and put it in a broken bowl and said, "Take this money to have a full meal. You are also a poor person~"

After saying that, Zhang Yan turned his head and left. After a few steps, the old man's faint voice came from behind him, "Lord, I look at your face. Within three days, you will be a disaster of blood."