I have an eternal eye

"Brother Zhang, please!"

"please!"

The sky is already dark, but the banquet is still going on.

Everyone in Wangyue Tower was like crazy. They kept pouring large bowls of wine into their mouths, making fists and gambling, laughing and laughing, and some even went crazy with alcohol.

Songs and music floated, and scantily clad dancers jumped on the table one after another, their dance skirts whirling, and the bells on their white ankles jingled.

In this situation, Zhang Biao also put down his guard.

He was holding the wine glass with a slightly tipsy smile.

Memories from years ago come to mind.

This is an ordinary world, without any far-reaching calculations, because everyone has no control over their fate.

All you can do is drink and get drunk today.

Going to the Ancient Spirit Realm is an opportunity for these charlatans, but everyone knows the dangers of that place.

Maybe, he will become cannon fodder for the divine religion.

Perhaps, this is the last wine party for many people...

Unknowingly, the lanterns on both sides of Wangyue Pass were lit one by one.

Night has fallen, but the most famous moonscape here has not appeared, just because heavy snow has fallen in the sky.

Late at night, the restaurant finally became quiet.

Many people were holding wine jars, lying on the ground and snoring. The firelight in the firepit was blown by the wind and flickered.

Zhang Biao also carried a wine jar and sat in front of the pillar by the window on the second floor, staring out at the falling snow with his eyes half-open.

Through the Soul-eating Cicada, he could sense that the Guo family and his party had been sent to an old village in the mountains of Zhao State. Although it was remote and poor, few people from the divine religion went there, so it was considered stable.

What surprised him was that Yang Yueling actually lifted the spell on the Guo family, only erasing those people's memories.

From now on, these people will no longer remember what they saw and heard about the ruined temple in the mountains. They just thought that Zhang Biao sent them here and then stayed away.

Such a kind-hearted demon cultivator is rare.

The old woman in black turned into a crow and hid in the attic opposite Wangyue Tower, monitoring his every move.

Zhang Biao didn't care, he just remembered the two people's information.

From the information from the Eye of Spiritual Vision, we learned that although these two demons were both dispatched by the Demon God Alliance, they came from different worlds and different sects.

The old woman in black comes from the Cuihai Realm. She is a disciple of the Demon God Long Qing and a staunch revival sect in the Demon God Alliance.

And that Yang Yueling came from the Kuntu Realm and was a disciple of Tao Mu, the old immortal, and was not enthusiastic about reviving the Cangmu spirit.

But now, the Resurgence Faction has the upper hand, even imprisoning an opposing demon god, and other neutral forces have to bow their heads.

It seems that this alliance of demons and gods is not that stable...

"Sir, let's go."

At this moment, voices came from below.

But it was the hidden Qianbao Pavilion Demon Shura Fengnian who helped up the drunken fat man Fan Wujiu.

"Come on, drink more..."

Fan Wujiu was already drunk and confused, dancing and talking about loyalty in the world, and was helped away by the demon cultivator.

Zhang Biao's heart moved and he pretended to be asleep, but secretly released a soul-eating cicada to follow the two of them secretly.

Luo Fengnian was beside Fan Wujiu, obviously playing the role of housekeeper and bodyguard, and helped the fat man to the luxurious room at the highest point of Wangyue Tower.

Inside, candles were already lit, and several scantily clad maids heard the sound and quickly opened the door and helped the fat man Fan Wujiu into the room.

As soon as the door was closed, several people's expressions immediately changed.

The maids directly picked up Fan Wujiu's collar and threw it on the bed, just like throwing an animal. The poor fat man's face hit the wall, nosebleeds splattered everywhere, and he was still unconscious and muttering: "Qiuye, come... accompany me to bed." …”

One of the maids' eyes was full of disgust. She waved her hand and pink smoke flew out and penetrated into Fan Wujiu's nose.

The fat man suddenly turned red, groaned, tore his clothes, and thrust his buttocks.

The maids didn't even look at him, but gathered around Luo Fengnian, beating their legs and pinching their backs, their eyes full of coquettishness.

"The shopkeeper's."

Qiuye said with aggrieved face: "The more I look at this dead pig, the more disgusting I am. When can we kill him?"

"No hurries…"

Luo Fengnian drank tea and glanced lightly, "His grandmother is the Goddess of Fire, and she placed a restriction in her body. Once we take action, our identities will be exposed."

"This guy is stupid, and he can help us cover it up. Many businesses have to go through his hands to ensure they are safe."

"It's not like you don't know the current structure of the world. Without the rules, our Qianbao Pavilion will be like a fat sheep. It's better to be careful."

"The shopkeeper's."

Another maid's eyes flashed, and she whispered: "We have been to the Hanging Soul Forest before, it's nothing strange, why this time..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned pale and lowered his head.

But it was Luo Fengnian who looked at her with a cold face, not concealing the murderous intent in his eyes. When he saw that all the maids were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, he said: "You are not supposed to know, don't pry."

"I would like to remind you that if things go wrong this time, let alone you, even I will die!"

Several maids were trembling and did not dare to say any more.

Luo Fengnian took out something from his arms, his eyes were filled with uncertainty. After a long time, he sighed...

Everything was seen by the invisible Soul-eating Cicada.

In front of the window on the second floor, Zhang Biao, who was pretending to sleep, frowned.

What Luo Fengnian took out was a statue of a god.

It was a weird Taoist statue, with three heads and six arms, but there were no facial features on each face.

He happened to know this thing.

Among the five turbid demon sects, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect causes the turbid demonic aura, the Duowen Sect distorts the righteous Dharma, the Shinto Tao distorts living beings, and the Whirling Tao causes the evil aura to overflow, each one more ferocious than the last.

But there is another religion among them, which is very mysterious and is called Wushou Guan.

This sect has the smallest number of people. Unlike other demonic sects, it does not destroy the origin of the world at every turn, but instead targets all living beings.

They practice by absorbing the troubles of all living beings.

Therefore, he calls himself worry-free.

It sounds like a good thing, but people have seven emotions and six desires, and troubles are indispensable. If they have no worries, they are almost like dead people. Therefore, in the world they have harmed, there is deathly silence between heaven and earth, and all living creatures are wandering like zombies.

The more dusty the world is, the more they like it.

Before Zhang Biao, what he was most wary of was this evil way.

The origin of the world of the Ancient Spirit Realm is damaged and its spiritual energy has declined. It cannot enter the eyes of other magic ways, but it suits this worry-free appetite.

Many spiritual energy has declined, and they are even unable to practice. Worlds with many ordinary creatures perished due to worry-free outlook.

No wonder, I had never seen the demonic energy I felt when entering the dream world before.

However, Wuyouguan’s goal has always been a human dynasty, so why is he also planning the Soul Diao Lin?

Zhang Biao felt increasingly strange.

It's a pity that Diaohun Forest needs a moon to be completely connected to the Sishui world, and it is protected by the origin formation of the gods, so it is impossible to sneak in directly.

It is estimated that several forces are preparing for this.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao had already judged the situation.

Regardless of whether they are the Alliance of Demons and Gods or the Demonic Path, everyone acts in such a secretive manner, most likely because they are afraid of alarming the gods of the Surabaya Realm. After all, they are local snakes. Once they know that there is good stuff, joining in the fight will be really troublesome.

So does he.

The best way is to secretly deal with these monsters after entering the Hanging Soul Forest to avoid alarming the gods of Surabaya.

It seems that I have to continue to act stupid...

…………

On this day, Fan Wujiu appeared again.

Although he had been treated, his behavior was ordinary and the bruises on his face had not dissipated, which attracted people to ask questions.

"Mr. Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Which blind person moved his hands?"

"That's right, there are so many of us, we must discuss it with him!"

Faced with the ridicule from everyone, Fan Wujiu didn't get angry. He smiled and cursed with a pair of big swollen eyes: "Go, go, it's not you. You drank so much that I fell to the ground and got bruised."

"Stop talking nonsense and register."

"The mountains are blocked by heavy snow and the roads are difficult to walk on. We must rush to Yinfeng Gorge before the end of the year!"

Although the fat man was confused and didn't realize he was being taken advantage of, he did things in an orderly manner. He led his men to register and quickly counted the number of people.

In Wangyue Pass, more than 2,000 wild cultivators from nearby rivers and lakes gathered together.

It may not seem like many, but there are many recruitment sites like this in Surabaya. When gathered together, the number of people is at least 100,000.

Without too much nonsense, after Fan Wujiu made the statistics, he led the vast crowd out of Wangyue Pass and entered the vast mountains...

Wow!

In the dense forest on the mountain road in the distance, a black crow circled down and turned into an old woman in black.

Yang Yueling, who had settled the Guo family's gang, also arrived.

Phew~

In the dense forest, a strong wind suddenly arose, and then figures appeared one after another, with all kinds of strange appearances. Although they were all in human form, they all had some strange phenomena more or less.

The leader was a man with a black beard. He was tall and had a fierce face. He glanced at everyone and then laughed and cursed: "It's no wonder that this bumpkin god discovered him. Look at you, which one of you looks like a human?"

An old man with a white beard and a turtle back said helplessly: "Master Long, you can't blame us for this. Although the remaining branches of the spirit of the blue tree can condense the physical body, there is no one to guide it, so it will inevitably be affected when it gathers the form."

"That's all."

The leading man shook his head slightly and looked at the old woman in black, "Aunt Fu, you said you have a plan, how's it going?"

The old woman in black did not dare to neglect, narrated the matter, and added more fuel and jealousy, saying something wrong with Yang Yueling.

The leading man didn't care, he shook his head and said: "Yue Ling did the right thing, don't let your words ruin the big thing. Did that man do anything strange?"

The old woman in black felt unhappy after being reprimanded, but she did not dare to say anything more. She lowered her head and said, "That man will be very honest. We both cast a spell. If he doesn't obey, his life will be worse than death."

"very good."

The leader of the men said in a deep voice: "This world is no longer peaceful. The Four Phases Divine Court is preparing troops outside and wants to subdue the Surabaya community. The two sides are currently in a stalemate. If our whereabouts are exposed, we will definitely become a target."

"Be honest with me. No one can go out to cause trouble before entering the Soul-Diao Forest."

"Yes, Master Long."

After making a plan, the monsters hid in the mountains and forests and followed Zhang Biao and his party from a distance.

After all, they are all warlocks who travel around the world. Even if the mountains are blocked by heavy snow and the road is difficult, the team's speed is not slow.

They moved forward without entering the cities along the way. Only when they were tired, they found a small town to eat and drink, then continued on the road, gradually entering the uninhabited mountainous area.

Finally, half a month later, everyone came to a canyon.

This canyon is extremely huge, with low clouds all over the sky, strong winds and howling snow, and a pass has been built at the entrance.

The stone walls around the pass are covered with pavilions and pavilions. Although the aura does not appear, the power of the divine realm has been unfolded. Even the weakest person can feel the difference.

At the pass, there were densely packed teams of warlocks from all over the place. The crowds were full of people, but they were all blocked out.

And inside the pass, a large number of soldiers from the divine religion gathered together. Several secular gods covered in golden armor had risen from the sky, their bodies burning with flames, and they used secret methods to inspect those who entered the pass one by one...

There will be no update tonight, but one will be added tomorrow.