Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

After Yan Bing and Yan Kong escaped, they waited until night before daring to reenter the city.

After such a commotion during the day, there were more guards guarding the gate of Zhanzhou City at night, and several more teams of guards patrolled the city.

After the two carefully lurked back to the house used for surveillance, their eyes were fixed on a door and window of the inn. It was pitch black there, and there was no way to judge whether the person had returned.

If it weren't for the court guard who showed up halfway, it wouldn't have come to this.

"Damn it, since I came here, it seems that nothing has gone smoothly."

Yan Kong cursed in a low voice.

Yan Bing on the side was silent, looking depressed alone.

The power of the Zhanzhou Mansion's garrison had been demonstrated during the day, with a great perfection and nine peeping gods, which was equivalent to the high-end combat power of a small or medium-sized sect.

The guy with the dragon blood stone was also very difficult to deal with. He could not only break his illusion, but also escape underground, and his fire method was even more perfect.

Fortunately, I was careful and did not choose to fight in the city before, otherwise I would be attacked from both sides and would have to die here.

However, it is difficult to get this stone!

Liu Yaoyao was listening to the wall next door, and her eyebrows were overjoyed for a while. Hua Heshang was puzzled. Why was the other party so happy when he was so strong?

The two of them knew when Han Yu left the city this morning. It took less than half a cup of tea for Yan Bing and Yan Kong to follow him before they dared to follow him quietly from the ground.

The battle between the two sides was naturally in full view. This situation where no one could do anything to anyone was what she wanted to see most.

In this case, Yan Bing and the others would have to pay a heavy price to win.

Isn't this exactly what she wanted to see!

Later, when Zhao Yulin led the palace guards to arrive, she and Hua Heshang sneaked back first.

At this moment, she was overjoyed to hear the angry voices next door.

Fight! It's better to beat the dog brains out one by one.

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The next day!

When the sky was just getting light, an uninvited guest knocked on Han Yu's door.

He came at a bad time, as Han Yu was staring at the new pill in a daze.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a new pill was spinning.

The pill that answers every request: the person who takes the pill will be blessed by virtue and turn disaster into blessing. Side effects: unable to refuse any reasonable requests from others.

Han Yu almost swallowed the pill himself when he saw it for the first time, but fortunately the side effects pulled him back in time.

This is another top-grade pill thrown out of a bottle. Blessed by virtue, turn disaster into blessing. If these eight words are posted from the glass bottle, they must have a very high gold content.

Being unable to refuse all reasonable requests from others must also be extremely pitfalls. You may have to sacrifice yourself for others every day and go through fire and water for others.

This... let's leave it to the destined person!

When the door was knocked, Han Yu just came back to his senses.

After the door opened, a neat and tidy man in linen stood outside, with a pair of clear eyes and a calm face.

Wang Xiaoer came, Han Yu was a little surprised, but he felt it was reasonable.

This is a person who is always trying to make a living.

Applying for the selection of monks in the court is to make a living.

Coming here is naturally to make a living.

After entering, he bowed slightly, stared at Han Yu's face, and spoke slowly.

"If I live for seven days, I will never die again."

Han Yu nodded with a complicated expression and spoke.

"Not only will I not die, but I will also get unexpected opportunities, but you will be hated by fate in this life."

Wang Xiaoer's face became more spirited, and gradually he smiled, but he immediately calmed himself down.

"I don't think it will be worse than it is now!"

How could a person who is always on the verge of death have any worse things.

"Have you thought it through?"

Han Yu asked solemnly.

Wang Xiaoer answered the question irrelevantly, but just opened his mouth.

"I believe you."

He only needs to confirm that there is this opportunity. Consider? A person who fights for his life never needs to consider.

He is willing to believe this strange monk once.

A pill appeared in Han Yu's palm in an ordinary way, as if it appeared out of thin air. This time, Han Yu did not carry anyone on his back, but showed this magical scene directly in front of Wang Xiaoer.

"If you can survive in seven days, you will thank yourself for making a decision. If..."

Han Yu's tone was low, but before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaoer had already swallowed the pill without hesitation.

There was no abnormality, no change, and even Wang Xiaoer did not feel any strange feeling.

"Then what should I do?"

Wang Xiaoer looked at Han Yu and asked quietly.

"Live, try to survive seven days."

Han Yu patted his shoulder hard and said in a deep voice.

Wang Xiaoer came quickly, and it took only a moment, and he left quickly. After eating the pill, he left the inn.

"Do you think the Request-Granting Pill can help him?"

Han Yu remembered the effect of the new pill and suddenly spoke in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Liuli crossed her cheeks and said as if she was looking at a fool.

"Yes, it can make him die faster."

The Reverse Luck Pill is a game of life and fortune. Three disasters and six calamities, nine deaths and one life are inevitable processes. The Request-Granting Pill is obviously contradictory to it in terms of rules.

Two contradictory rules collide in a person's body at the same time. The mildest result is that either the Reverse Luck Pill is stronger and the Request-Granting Pill is invalid, or the Request-Granting Pill is stronger and the Reverse Luck Pill is invalid.

To be more serious, it would be normal for Wang Xiaoer to die on the spot.

Han Yu couldn't help feeling disappointed, then he could only rely on himself...

Outside the inn, Yan Bing and Yankong watched Wang Xiaoer enter Han Yu's room, and then come out of the inn not long after.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and followed him.

South of the city.

Wang Xiaoer pushed open the narrow door of the courtyard, and when he walked into the courtyard, two figures suddenly appeared.

He was trying to keep calm, but he was dragged into the room by one of the great monks.

"Do you know that person at the inn? Who is he? Which sect is he from?" Yankong lifted Wang Xiaoer's neck and asked in a low voice.

A feeling of heart palpitations kept coming from his chest, his heart was beating faster and faster, and Wang Xiaoer could even feel that the blood flow was almost coming out.

Is this a disaster?

Yan Bing seemed to have noticed something unusual, and quickly asked him to put him down. As soon as he landed, Wang Xiaoer spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole face turned horribly white.

He felt a bone-chilling coldness all over his body for no apparent reason, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Yan Bing couldn't help but raise his eyes and glare at Yankong, saying dissatisfiedly.

"You almost killed someone before you even asked me."

Yankong felt greatly wronged, pointed at the figure on the ground, and spoke.

"I just pinched my fucking neck, it's already very gentle."

With his muscles and bones trembling, Wang Xiaoer was lifted up again. After Yan Bing grabbed him, he spoke with stern eyes.

"That man at the inn came to you for no reason. Is there something going on?"

Wang Xiaoer's face was pale and he was trembling as he spoke.

"He told me to be careful. I've been unlucky recently and can easily die from natural disasters."

Of course he refused to tell the truth, but he didn't tell lies either.

"You are talking nonsense, but you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?"

How could Yankong believe such nonsense? After hearing this, he raised his hand and planned to use his methods.

Unfortunately, before he could take action, there was a sudden huge shaking that shook the whole house to a creaking sound.

A thin crack gradually opened on the ground, and at the same time, dust flew down from the top of the head.

"What's going on?"

Just as Yankong opened his mouth in surprise, there was a loud noise outside. Someone was beating the gong loudly, running around and shouting crazily.

"It's an earthquake! Come out quickly, it's an earthquake!"

There were more and more people running in the south corner of the city. Every household fled outside in panic, and then joined the shouting team in panic, and then went separately to shout to the neighbors.

Amidst the roars, a simple house suddenly fell down...

Ahem!

Yankong couldn't help coughing in disgrace, and his whole body was covered with dust. Just by coughing, he even took a few more mouthfuls of dust.

Naturally, Yan Bing didn't feel much better. When the beam hit him, it was aimed at his head. Although it didn't cause any damage, his outfit was now in a mess.

Among the three, Wang Xiaoer was better off. Except for some broken pieces of rubble that broke his head, Yan Bing had to bear all the falling objects that fell towards him.

When a group of people howled and rushed to save people, they saw three people among the rubble.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer had fallen into a coma and was being held by Yan Bing in his hand. Yankong spat out the dust in his mouth with a gloomy look on his face and spoke angrily.

"How could an earthquake happen for no reason?"

While he was talking, the ground began to shake violently again.

"……run!"

Suddenly, a citizen in the crowd raised his head and glanced at the sky, then shouted in horror.

Before Yan Bing and Yankong could even raise their heads, a terrifying impact instantly hit the two of them, and the raging heat wave directly knocked their bodies away.

Yan Bing's first feeling was that a monk was attacking them, but when he managed to stabilize his figure in mid-air and took a quick look, he almost peeed in fear.

Above the sky, there were hundreds of densely packed small meteorites, burning with flames, all heading towards their position.

After just a quick glance, the two of them were already numb. Even a god-seeing cultivator would have to shed his skin if he encountered an immortal due to such a disaster.

How could Yan Bing dare to stay? When he was about to leave through the air, his expression suddenly changed in the next moment. His true energy, which had been constantly running, suddenly started to wander around all over his body. Not to mention leaving, he couldn't even control his landing. no.

"My true energy is in chaos."

Yankong also shouted incredulously. The great monk's face turned pale. The small meteorite above his head was getting closer and closer, but he couldn't move at this time.

Buddha has reached this level of cultivation, and now he is going crazy?

It's impossible!

"Think of a solution quickly, or we will all die."

He was extremely anxious, and his face was extremely anxious.

How can Yan Bing do anything? Everyone is in the same situation.

The earthquake happened strangely, this meteorite rain happened strangely, and now it is even more strange that the two people's true energy is in chaos at the same time.

It was as if a natural disaster was targeting them both.

Natural disaster... He suddenly remembered Wang Xiaoer's words, that's what he said.

Could it be...that these are all directed at him?

My dear, I have been killing people and setting fires for so many years, and God has not even made a sound. What did you, an ordinary person, do to deserve such a big noise?

He figured out the joints and looked at the person in his hand with a strange look on his face. Since it was coming for him, why did he still take it with him? He quickly threw it away, and when he thought of this, he wanted to throw the person out violently.

What happened?

Why did this happen?

When Yan Bing moved, he was horrified to find that this ordinary person was like a dog-skin plaster, completely attached to his palm, and he could not get rid of it no matter what.

"These two fools were dragged into this wave of disaster."

Xiao Liuli's voice suddenly spoke.