Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Chapter 349 Hometown Moyang City

"I don't want to die."

Tu Xingsun shook his head and flew up. Facing the elixir in Han Yu's hand, he refused to take anything.

What are the twelve zodiac signs? They want to cruelly turn him into an animal!

If people can't do it, what's the point of living?

How damn poisonous! To torture yourself like this.

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Even if this elixir is said to be broken, you can't take it. Why don't you just be a human being? Why do you want to be a pig or a dog?

"Maybe he will turn into a dragon."

Han Yu comforted and advised.

The first impression of everyone who sees this elixir is that it is like a pig or a dog. How can these twelve zodiac animals be so unbearable? There are clearly dragons and tigers, okay?

Tu Xingsun was not stupid, and he wouldn’t eat anything anyway.

"It's not the problem of dragons and tigers, it's that no one wants to be an animal."

The weapon spirit explained in the sea of ​​consciousness, and no one knows whether this elixir is strong or not, no one takes it.

"And it's not like it changes randomly. It's just one hour in a day."

Han Yu curled his lips, thinking that if he could change it at will and let others take his turn, he would have digested it long ago.

"So, if I win, you owe me another eight years of luck." Qi Ling said with an overjoyed smile.

This person and one spirit had a big disagreement about the Six Xiao Pills. Han Yu felt that this pill must be powerful, while Qi Ling felt that this pill was just useless. To put it bluntly, whether it was powerful or not, it had a price but no market. something.

What's the meaning? Simply put, no matter how good the food is, no one would dare to eat it.

Han Yu didn't believe it, so the two parties made a bet.

No, Qi Ling is covering his mouth in joy at this moment. He will have good luck in eight years.

The iron eagle was soaring in the sky at this time. Han Yu retracted his hand, glanced at Tu Xingsun who was curled up next to him, and cursed with a look of hatred on his face, "You don't have the right to eat things that you don't know what they are selling."

The lowest threshold has to be transcendence, and Tu Xingsun's meager cultivation level can only frighten and frighten him, and he can't even eat anything.

Tu Xingsun didn't dare to refute, so he quickly buried his face with a bruised nose and swollen face, for fear that the other party would regret it again.

After flying for half a day, there are gradually more mountains now, and a large river running through the north and south is even closer.

We arrived at the Bailu River, and the position Tu Xingsun was pointing at was beyond Han Yu's expectation.

Moyang City...

Fucheng is very familiar, because it is the home of Mr. Lin Fei, who is pregnant with his mother Qilin.

"Are you sure the black robe will be waiting for you there?"

Han Yu looked back at the ostrich-shaped person next to him and asked.

Tu Xingsun then raised his head and answered carefully, "He did mean what he said. As for whether he lied to me..."

Han Yu glared and interrupted, "If he lies to you, you will be dead."

When Tu Xingsun heard this, he quickly buried his head with a miserable face. In his heart, he could only pray secretly that the grandson in black robe could really be here. If nothing else, he would stop the disaster for himself.

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Moyang City.

Zhu Yu slowly took back the letter in his hand and sighed for no reason.

The letter was sent by the Supervision Department. The situation in the monk world is not that good now. There are wars everywhere. Moyang City is backed by the Qingyang Sect. Although it has not been affected by the war for the time being, it can be said in the future. Not allowed anymore.

The letter from the Supervision Department also made it very clear that the dispute between good and evil has begun to spread towards the major sects recently. In addition to reminding the Qingyang Sect, he also informed this side in advance that the Supervision and Security Departments are now stretched thin in terms of manpower. , I’m afraid you’ll have to rely on yourself if something happens to you.

"No one really wants to die, right?"

Zhu Yu raised his head and looked at the dark clouds floating in the sky, and couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.

The Qingyang Sect has finally managed to get into the position of a first-rate sect. Although it has a name, its strength is only stronger than that of a second-rate sect. If it is really targeted by evil spirits, the sect will not be in trouble, but casualties will definitely be inevitable.

And what he fears most is that evil will fish in troubled waters and come to Moyang City to cause trouble. This is the most terrifying thing.

Once Moyang City is dragged into the war between the monks, I am afraid that the entire city will suffer disaster.

The more he thought about it, the more he became confused, so he waved his hand and called the palace guard.

"Pass the order, Moyang City will be under martial law today, and all monks will not be able to come in or out."

This is already akin to a city lockdown.

The palace guard hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, will this cause dissatisfaction among many monks?"

"Tell them that if they are unhappy, they have to hold it back for me. Even if these grandsons are having fun now, believe it or not, the same kind of people will be chased by evil spirits and lured here."

Zhu Yu has a stern face. He hates people who run around after being full. Why don't you just stay and practice?

He flies around with his sword every day. He has no cultivation at all, so he just likes to join in the fun, which is called "experience".

Regardless of whether the chaos in the monk world is good or evil, at least seven of the achievements are caused by such monks who are unable to achieve high or low standards.

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"Ah sneeze~"

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Han Yu, who was entering the city, suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose vigorously, and couldn't help but look at the person behind him suspiciously.

At this time, Tu Xingsun had been untied, and he followed behind with his head lowered like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

"Are you scolding me in your mind?"

Tu Xingsun was startled when he heard this, and kept shaking his head with a pale face, "It's impossible, how could I dare?"

God has mercy on him, he just cursed a bastard.

But he didn't expect the other party to be so sensitive that he couldn't even curse secretly in his heart.

This place has been here once, and Han Yu can be said to be familiar with it. He led people all the way in and happened to meet a group of palace guards rushing out of the city with solemn faces.

After a notice was posted, a group of people soon surrounded it. Everyone was wearing monk's clothes. They were obviously ugly but forced to be cool.

Although I don't know what it says, the outside of the city suddenly became chaotic.

"Moyang City is so powerful, but there is only exit but no entry. Do you want to keep all monks out?"

A monk with a face full of flesh and a body full of fat that made the monk's clothes look terrible spoke angrily.

His words instantly won a lot of echoes, and another bamboo-shaped monk who was so thin that he couldn't even hold up his monk's clothes also spoke nonsense.

"What if I insist on going out and then coming in again?"

After saying that, he really went out to commit suicide, but just when he was about to come in triumphantly, dozens of Mo family magic weapons were pressed against his head at the same time.

"Then we dare to kill people too."

The leading monk sneered.

This situation almost scared the bamboo pole monk to death, but he still stumbled and said, "I... I don't believe... you dare to take action."

If Mo Yangcheng dared to do this, wouldn't he want to make enemies with many monks?

Unexpectedly, the leading palace guard seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered, "We don't intend to make enemies with all the cultivators, but we will not be soft-hearted to the cultivators who deliberately pick on us."

After that, he spoke loudly, "My fellow Taoists, my master said that the current situation is chaotic. In order to ensure safety, Moyang City can only temporarily prevent cultivators from traveling. I hope you will forgive me."

"But he also said that if there are those who are not convinced, they can go to the Guarding Department to sue him, or go to Qingyang Sect to sue him. He is the guardian of a palace and the first disciple of Qingyang Sect. Welcome all Taoist friends who are not convinced."

This is really tough. Some cultivators who have left the city turned around and left immediately, while some who have not left the city are considering whether to leave.

As for the bamboo pole cultivator, he was miserable. He clearly watched the guy who looked like a pig being slaughtered walk away in disgrace, and did not support him.

"Is it too late for me to leave now?"

He said with tears in his eyes.