"Immortal coins, a large number of immortal coins, the news that circulated last night is true!"

A loud shout resounded in the sky, directly piercing the calm of the entire Xiaoyao City in the early morning, and then a stone stirred up a thousand waves, completely detonating the entire Xiaoyao City.

In the next breath, countless scattered cultivators who had been watching from the side suddenly set out, and it only took a very short time to surround this snow lotus high platform that rose directly from the ground in the center of the city, and then countless eager eyes stared directly at the immortal coins that exuded fascinated light on the high platform.

And if it weren't for the weirdness everywhere on the high platform at this time, I'm afraid that there would have already been outlaws who couldn't help but flock up and began to frantically snatch the countless immortal coins on this platform.

The fairy coins shine brightly and charmingly, followed by more and more wandering cultivators, gathering from all over the city to the side of the high platform, almost filling every inch of land in the entire Xiaoyao City Market Street, and the enclosure is impassable.

Then the old Sanxiu, who was standing alone on the high platform, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, he had never seen such a battle in his life, so his fists clenched, and he took three deep breaths before he opened his mouth with all his strength and let out a loud roar:

"Fellow Daoists, old man Lu Sheng, I have lived in this Easy City for half my life, and some of the Taoist friends below must be no strangers to me. ”

The old man's roar sounded behind the Xiaoyao City Ruins, and the countless scattered cultivators around him suddenly stopped their words, and the entire center of the Xiaoyao City suddenly became extremely quiet, and then there were monks who were familiar with the old scattered cultivators, who opened their mouths and greeted:

"Old Lu, boy, I've always lived next door to you, and we've known each other for a long time. ”

When these words fell, the old Sanxiu on the Snow Lotus high platform smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed down, and the voice continued to come out:

"Fellow Daoists, in the past countless years, the old man and I have always had a mission, that is, to silently guard the descendants of the Xiaoyaosan people, and I am also my current little master. ”

When he said the three words of the little master, the old Sanxiu's face gradually revealed a fanatical expression, and the old man's loud voice continued to roll out:

"All of you scattered cultivators know that this entire Xiaoyao City was established by the Xiaoyao Sanren people, so as the little master of the descendants of the Xiaoyao Sanren, he should enjoy the worship of the entire Xiaoyao City, but in fact there is no such thing, and even so, my little master is still kind-hearted, and he still opens the starlight enchantment that guards the four directions of the market for you every night. ”

After finishing speaking, the old scattered cultivator's arms waved forward violently, and around the countless scattered cultivators, streamers belonging to the starlight enchantment directly rose mightily, and at the same time, a loud rumbling sound resounded throughout the sky.

"The enchantment is the starlight enchantment, it turns out that this enchantment is controlled by someone, and it can be opened in the daytime. ”

Accompanied by an extremely violent commotion, the Starlight Enchantment, which was isolated from the invasion of wind and sand, suddenly shrouded slowly from top to bottom, completely covering the entire center of Xiaoyao City, and at the same time, the fanatical voice of the old scattered cultivator continued to sound:

"My little master has been silently paying for the entire Easy City, to be fair, you can have such a stable life, all thanks to my little master.

"Originally, my little master was high-minded and kind-hearted, and he didn't repay him, but now that Beihai has changed drastically and the heavens have changed, it is just a matter for these sect disciples to go north to find opportunities, and there are still some shameless people staying in this happy city, and coveting the beauty of my little master!"

Speaking of this, a thick anger appeared in the eyes of the old Sanxiu, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar:

"It's tolerable, it's unbearable, so the little master has no choice but to make changes!"

After finishing speaking, on the pure white platform, one after another black-robed figures appeared directly without warning, as if teleporting.

Then Song Xinhao, who was tall and imposing, slowly stepped forward, looked around the circle, and a young voice came out:

"Everyone's loose cultivation in Xiaoyao City, first introduce yourself, under the seat of the Holy Maiden of the Snow Lotus, Song Xinhao, who practiced in the Central Plains on weekdays, recently received an order from the Holy Maiden, and brought people to Xiaoyao City, just came here, and met a group of beasts from the sect that are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

As soon as the four words of the sect beast came out of Song Xinhao's mouth, they immediately made the countless wandering cultivators below suddenly change their faces and gasp.

For a long time, among the classes that had long been highly solidified in the Taixuan Land, the relationship between wandering cultivators and sect disciples was tantamount to the relationship between prey and hunter, in other words, the fear of the former had long been ingrained under the accumulation of countless years.

But I don't know why, after hearing the young spitting voice on the stage, a very happy emotion suddenly appeared in the hearts of these scattered cultivators below, as if the resentment that had accumulated for countless years was quietly released.

However, in the next breath, Song Xinhao's continued voice on the stage made all the scattered cultivators who were watching all this completely change their faces.

"The little master of the Snow Lotus is a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sanren, although my Snow Lotus Sect is a wandering scattered cultivation organization, it is not a fish and meat to be slaughtered, so I screwed off the heads of these sect people!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Xinhao raised his hand, took a black cloth bag completely soaked in blood from behind, and then threw it in front of him, and several human heads rolled down directly.

The eyes of these people who were dead open above their heads still had the disbelief they had before they died, and after tumbling out on the high platform, they were densely piled up all over the ground, and when they looked up, there were old and young, and there were many of them, and there were more than a hundred.

"Sect monk, I know the people among them, it is said that they are from several sects with names and surnames in the Central Plains, and they are all killed when they die, how is this possible?"

The sound of the commotion sounded from the scattered cultivators, and then this exclamation spread outward like a landslide, causing more and more waves.

At the same time, Song Xinhao, who was dressed in a black robe, raised his feet and stepped directly on the heads of the sect disciples in front of him mercilessly, and the louder and louder voice continued to sound:

"Whoever offends my little master has only one word, death!

"And Ben Shao is going to tell everyone now, since the Xiaoyao people founded Xiaoyao City, this city belongs to our wandering and scattered cultivation, if these people from the sect dare to be presumptuous, come and kill one by one!"

Song Xinhao's rolling roar was like thunder roaring, rumbling through the streets and alleys of the entire Easy City, but under this sound, there was silence, death-like silence!

In the Easy City, all the cultivators who heard this word kept their mouths shut and were in a state of complete silence, and the look in their eyes, looking at the black-robed figure above, was like looking at a complete madman.

However, in the face of this audible silence, Song Xinhao on the Snow Lotus Platform didn't care, and then he continued to step on the heads of these sect disciples, slowly stepped forward, and the disdainful voice in his mouth continued to resound throughout the city:

"No one dared to answer, and my son was no exception, because when I came, I knew that the wandering cultivators in this free city were a group of outright and bloodless lost dogs!"