I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Although Cheng Luo, Jing Tongren, and Yao Kui belong to the three lines of Confucianism, Taoism, and martial arts, they are all practitioners of the seventh realm.

Therefore, when they broke into the influence area of ​​the Invincible City together, the system randomly issued guardian missions, including these three people of the same realm.

Each person has 500 experience points to upgrade, so City Lord Zhang earned 1,500 experience points in a wave of battles, and gained a lot.

In the previous missions, he had already accumulated 1,300 points of guarding experience, plus this time 1,500 points, the total is now 2,800 points.

Looking at this number, Zhang Dongyun felt a little pity.

The third upgrade and expansion of the city requires 3,000 points of construction experience and 3,000 points of protection experience each.

After completing this guardian mission, the distance from three thousand points is only two hundred.

Three is good, but if it is four this time, it would be even better. Just get all three thousand points.

It's a pity that the previous guardian mission 3.3, capturing and killing the elder Jiang Chaoning of Wangzhen Temple, did not do anything at that time. After Jiang Chaoning left, the mission was automatically invalidated.

When he came back with Cheng Luo and the others, because he was in the sixth realm and his cultivation level was lower than that of Cheng Luo and the other three, the system randomly released new tasks, so Jiang Chaoning would no longer be counted.

Otherwise, for Jiang Chaoning in the sixth realm, the task experience reward should be 400 points, and if he is included, it will exceed the standard of 3,000 points.

But at that time, in order to catch big fish, he had to reluctantly let him go.

Zhang Dongyun recalled now that his previous guess was correct, but his methods were a little conservative.

Wangzhenguan really concealed the horror of Chang'an City, tricked people from Qingfu Palace and Jingyue Tower to Chang'an, and killed people with knives.

Jiang Chaoning came in and pretended to explore the way, while Cheng Luo and the others waited not far away.

If Jiang Chaoning had been captured first, and then asked to go out to attract people, perhaps he would not have wasted his reward of 400 points. It's just that people's hearts are fickle, so it is difficult to predict whether things will change.

Forget it, two thousand eight is fine... Zhang Dongyun comforted himself.

On the other hand, the construction task has to reach 3,000, so we need to work hard.

While thinking, Mr. Wu Yun, who he projected, gathered around to take the prisoners.

After capturing the captives, Zhang Dongyun was still in the old habit. As Mr. Wu Yun, he first interrogated everyone several times, and searched all the intelligence information they had.

For these people, some insignificant gossip may fall into Zhang Dongyun's ears, but it can play an unexpected role.

Therefore, Zhang Dongyun attaches great importance to all kinds of news, inquiring and screening every detail.

Interrogation takes time.

But this time, City Lord Zhang immediately got a key piece of news.

Not all the enemies entered the mountain.

The old Mr. Mingxi of the Cheng family is still waiting outside the mountain.

There was no news from the attackers for a long time, and Mr. Mingxi outside the mountain would soon realize that their entire army was wiped out.

Zhang Dongyun smacked his lips.

It doesn't matter if you scare the old man away alone, it's just that you scare the others so that they dare not come again.

However, having said that, if the old man outside the city is also killed, will other people be more afraid to come?

This time the battle should not be enough, but it may attract the opponent to gather more experts.

only……

In Daming Palace, City Lord Zhang raised his eyebrows.

... There is now one less person in the city.

While Zhang Dongyun was self-reflecting, in the distance beyond the mountains, Cheng Jingyuan, Mr. Mingxi, stood silently, looking at the Longling mountains.

The young disciples of the Cheng family who were accompanying him became increasingly anxious.

Mr. Mingxi himself is as stable as Mount Tai on the surface, but his heart is actually getting more and more depressed.

By this time, regardless of success or failure, there should be information from the front.

In Chang'an City, apart from the blood shadow old devil,

The rest definitely have more than one seventh realm.

Jiang Chaoning inquired before, regardless of whether it was intentional or unintentional, the information must have been wrong.

Chang'an's strength is stronger than expected, and it is definitely not just relying on poisonous fog, phantom array and the like.

The team was led by three masters of the seventh realm. There was the Lihuo Golden Lamp, a magic weapon good at cracking mazes and illusions, a panacea specially used to deal with poisonous fog, and Jiang Chaoning, who was wearing a top magic weapon, the phantom mist robe.

With such a lineup, the entire army was wiped out, and not even a messenger could escape. The enemy is definitely not waiting for it.

The death of Cheng Luo and the others was unknown, and there was no news at all. Mr. Mingxi was worried.

But he realized that not only Cheng Luo and others who entered the mountain, but also himself outside the mountain is not safe.

"Uncle, should we send someone into the mountain to have a look..." At this moment, a child of the Cheng family asked hesitantly.

"Go." The old man made a decisive decision.

But soon, he realized the danger.

Mr. Mingxi immediately shouted, his tongue burst into spring thunder.

Everything in the surrounding world seemed to be turbulent like water ripples.

The other Cheng family disciples were shocked and took out pens and papers to be on guard.

But they couldn't see their opponents, they could only see black lines in front of them, like pen and ink leaving traces in his world.

Many black lines criss-crossed, like a cage, imprisoning and besieging them.

"Where is the master?" Mr. Ming Xi did not ignore the other party's appearance, and asked in a deep voice.

A voice sounded, clear and childish, but the tone was calm and indifferent: "People from Chang'an City."

"In Chang'an City, there are indeed some masters."

Mr. Mingxi sighed in admiration, and at the same time, his hands were not slow, splashing ink, and quickly wrote a farewell poem.

In an instant, Wenhua's talent attracted the aura of heaven and earth to converge, turning into a mighty long river, leading to the distance.

A light boat on the river carried the members of the Cheng family, and after a few breaths, they went away and crossed thousands of mountains.

"I've written hundreds of words."

A clear and sweet female voice sounded, her tone was calm, as if she was chatting about family matters.

But Mr. Mingxi and the others found that they were at the end of their rope.

Blocked by black lines, the long river dried up and the light boat ran aground.

Everyone used paper and pens as knives, trying to break the black line in front of them, but it didn't work.

Even Mr. Mingxi, who has reached the state of knowing at the seventh level, is helpless.

The strength level of the opponent in front of him does not seem to be much better than him.

But he found that he was completely unable to distinguish the context of the opponent's magical powers.

Whip penetrating into it, as if completely malfunctioning.

On the contrary, the other party found out his details clearly.

The changes in Mr. Mingxi's pen and ink are often not yet completed, and the opponent has already responded first. It seems that he is more familiar with the meaning of his articles than the author himself.

"Who is your honor?!" Mr. Mingxi was dumbfounded.

The other party didn't seem to be interested in talking anymore, but the black lines kept shrinking, and then closed, turning into a black curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

In the end, the dark curtain continued to shrink, and it turned out to be a mass of thick ink.

Mr. Mingxi and the others were surrounded by thick ink, they couldn't move at once, and lost the room to resist.

The thick ink gathered and finally flew into one inkstone.

The petite girl walked back to Longling with the inkstone in her hand.