"Anyone else?"

The pale boy looked at Fu Bo.

"Oh, it's the young man who came with my nephew. He's not very old. He must be a disciple of Returning Star Sacred Land."

"Another Sacred Land disciple, it seems inevitable that he will have a feast tonight."

A sinister smile appeared on the pale boy's face.

But as Yan Chang's uncle, Yan Lu couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Could it be that he was mistaken? He knew that at this critical moment, his nephew would not make such a useless struggle.

He didn't even have time to remind the pale boy.

The crisp sword chant suddenly sounded, startling him.

Immediately, an astonishing white light tore through the black curtain and illuminated the entire Yan Mansion.

Everyone was stunned.

The pale boy was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he almost bit off his tongue, because this sword energy was directed at him.

The silver-white sword light was as bright as the sun, suspended in the void, pulling out an unparalleled rainbow of sword energy, penetrating the sky and the earth, tearing apart the black curtain, and heading straight for him.

Before the sword energy arrived, the pale boy's soul was already boiling and seemed to be about to collapse.

Even Yan Song, who was riddled with yin energy, felt that the chill in his body had faded a lot.

"How can it be?"

The pale young man's expression suddenly changed. His original exaggerated expression was gone, leaving only deep fear.

"help me!!"

The pale boy grabbed the old man in black robe not far away with one hand, but he was frozen in the air as soon as he lifted it halfway.

Poof!

The sword energy penetrated his soul body, like cutting tofu without even making the slightest sound.

Then the sword light exploded, and the pale boy shrank quickly like a deflated rubber ball until it disappeared into nothing.

The sword light dissipated.

Everything is quiet and the night is like ink.

All that was left was the sound of heavy breathing.

This, this, this...

"The Yan Mansion actually hides such a master of swordsmanship, Yan Lu, are you plotting against us?"

The old man in black robe screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and then quickly rushed towards the darkness not far away.

The pale young man was much stronger than him, and he died without even a sound under this sword.

How dare he have the slightest bit of fighting spirit?

The figure of the old man in black robe was very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As long as they remain in darkness, they are invincible.

But he never thought that he was extremely fast, but the stream of light that followed was even faster.

The body of the old man in black robe froze in place.

A little light appeared on his forehead, and soon his soul body boiled and evaporated like boiling water.

In a shrill scream, it disappeared into nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Chang's uncle Yan Lu was the only one left, shivering.

He didn't dare to move at all. He vaguely felt that if he dared to run, he would end up like the two of them.

Yan Song, who was freed from the restraints, quickly backed away.

"Chang'er, are you okay?"

Yan Chang shook his head. The soul is the most sensitive thing in the human body. Any loss will cause immeasurable consequences.

Fortunately, Lu Yang took action very promptly.

Yan Song couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yan Chang was fine.

"Thank you for your help, sir!"

When Yan Chang saw Lu Yang coming out, he quickly thanked him respectfully.

Even Yan Song couldn't help but lower his body, not daring to look directly at Lu Yang.

He couldn't imagine why the boy in front of him, who was only about the same size as Chang'er, would use such terrifying methods.

"It doesn't matter, there are still many evil spirits that have not been dealt with."

Hearing this, Yan Lu, who was trembling at the side, was almost frightened.

"My uncle, what are you going to do with me?"

Yan Chang asked.

"Let him go."

Lu Yang's words stunned both father and son, but they didn't dare to ask why.

Yan Lu was so excited that he almost cried when he heard Lu Yang's words, but he didn't dare to take a step.

"What? You don't want to live anymore?"

Seeing Yan Lu not leaving, Lu Yang didn't know that he had been betrayed.

Sure enough, when Lu Yang spoke again, Yan Lu didn't dare to stay. He immediately disappeared into the darkness in the distance and disappeared without a trace.

"You guys get ready, let's go to the city lord's mansion."

"What."

Lu Yang's words puzzled Yan Song.

There is an even more terrifying evil spirit entrenched in the City Lord's Mansion. Even the strong men from Sacred Land and the unfathomable City Lord are trapped there. Isn't it going to end in death now?

Seeing his father's hesitation, Yan Chang said, "Father, listen to Saint Child."

"But...."

What Yan Song originally wanted to say came to an abrupt end.

Saint Child?

His breathing suddenly became faster.

Could it be that this boy is the Saint Child of the Sacred Land?

Reminiscing about the popularity of the purple-gold dragon carriage that day, Yan Song only felt that his decades-long vision had gone beyond that of a dog.

He even mixed Lu Yang with those ordinary disciples.

The heart that was shrouded in gloom suddenly became clear.

Maybe Nanshan City can be saved.

The commotion in Yan Mansion was huge, attracting the attention of many cultivators in Nanshan City.

After a while, there were sounds of breaking through the sky one after another in the distance.

Then two figures fell down.

"Yang Ji, Rong Qing, you are here."

Yan Song looked at the two people and said slowly.

These are the other two families entrenched in Nanshan City, the Yang family and the Rong family.

Yan Chang also recognized the two men as the heads of the two families.

On weekdays in Nanshan City, the three families get along well with each other, without any life-and-death conflicts.

Now the emergence of evil spirits has caused the three families to get together and fight against the enemy together.

"Yansong, what happened? Who made the sword light just now?"

Yang Ji scanned the surroundings and didn't see any swordsman, so he couldn't help but question.

"this...."

Yan Song was a little hesitant, not sure whether to reveal Lu Yang's Saint Child identity.

"Why is Yan Chang back? Could it be that he brought reinforcements?"

Rong Qing of the Rong family originally showed a glimmer of hope, but after looking around, there was no expert there.

Yan Chang said: "Of course we have reinforcements. I wonder if the two clan leaders are willing to accompany us to the City Lord's Mansion to exterminate the evil spirits."

"What? Are you crazy? Do you know how scary that person is in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Yang Ji suddenly lost consciousness when he heard Yan Chang's words.

They can't even deal with these ordinary little evil spirits.

What's more, the being known as the "Angel" occupies the City Lord's Mansion.

"Yan Song, you haven't responded yet. Whose sword light did you get just now? Could it be that this is what you need to rely on to go to the City Lord's Mansion?"

Yang Ji asked, the sword energy just now was really terrifying, even though he was thousands of feet away from Yan Mansion, he felt heart palpitations.

This undoubtedly gave them a life-saving straw, and they rushed over immediately.

What about just people?

How could he never think of combining that sword energy with Lu Yang.

But seeing Yan Song and Yan Chang looking at Lu Yang in unison.

Yang Ji and Rong Qing were stunned.

"Saint Child of the Returned Sacred Land, I wonder if this support is enough?"

Yan Chang said it word for word.

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