The Demon Slaying Pavilion in Dongsheng Shenzhou is different from the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Nanzhan Buzhou is low-key, because there are mixed demons here, and cannibalism often happens, so the Demon Slaying Pavilion here is particularly high-profile because of its tough methods, and it is even known as the Demon Yamen.

This is also the case, the station of the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Yinglong City is very conspicuous, just behind the yamen of the official mansion of Yinglong City.

Nangong went downstairs and helped put out the fire. greeted the big black horse, packed his bags, and followed An Wuyang to the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Yinglong City.

It was snowing outside, and it was not dark, but it was also starry and moonless.

During the day, the snow was swept to both sides of the road, and now the road is covered with snow again.

There were no pedestrians on the streets, and officers and soldiers patrolled in groups carrying lanterns.

"Stand in front, who's it?"

A group of officers and soldiers approached the front, and the ten people who were the leader shouted in front of them. The lantern in his hand was blown to the left and right, flickering bright and dark, as if a ghost was blinking, and the Taoist figure around him was pulled by the light, which was really a little scary.

An Wuyang was angry and responded loudly: "An Wuyang of the Demon Slaying Pavilion." ”

The two sides approached, and the ten people saw the faces of Ghost Cry and the others clearly, and confirmed that it was An Wuyang who responded to him, so they said: "It turned out to be Lord An, why don't you take a lantern when you walk at night." ”

"Hey!" An Wuyang said: "The wind is too strong, and it is blown bad." ”

"I see. The ten generals tightened their cloaks and said, "This ghost weather is really bad, and I don't know why it's suddenly like this this year." ”

Then, he saw the cripple Zheng who was being dragged away by An Wuyang, and frowned and asked, "Another one?"

An Wuyang nodded and said, "I found it in an inn on the back street, and killed all three people in the same room." ”

"Is there a corpse again?" The ten generals had a bitter face, and An Wuyang patted him on the shoulder: "It's almost within the range of your patrol, work hard, otherwise the corpse will change and cause an incident, and you will suffer." ”

The ten generals nodded and looked at Ghost Cry and Nangong: "Who are they?"

"You leave them alone. An Wuyang said: "This is the internal matter of my Demon Slaying Pavilion. ”

The ten people asked no more, said goodbye, said hello, and hurried away with their men, passing by the ghost crying and them.

After a few streets, I came to the Demon Slaying Pavilion behind the yamen.

This street is all from the Demon Slayer Pavilion, and the shops on this street and the rent paid are also collected by the Demon Slaying Pavilion, and the rent is not much, which is a good additional income.

However, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that most of the merchants of these shops are relatives of the local disciples of the Demon Slaying Pavilion, which can be regarded as exempting the disciples from worrying.

It's nighttime, and the gates on both sides of the street are closed, and it's impossible to tell if it's bustling during the day.

And the Demon Slaying Pavilion, in the middle of this street, the vermilion iron gate guarded by stone lions on both sides, a plaque is hung on it, and the three big characters of "Demon Slaying Pavilion" are written on it, which is the entrance of the Demon Slaying Pavilion.

Several people walked up the ladder, and An Wuyang stepped forward and knocked on the small door next to the vermilion iron gate.

An old man opened the door: "It's Brother Wuyang, why did you come back so late?"

An Wuyang smiled: "I've been a little busy lately, I've worked hard for you, little strip." ”

As he spoke, An Wuyang turned around and introduced the ghost crying to them: "This is my hair small, small strip." ”

Then he introduced to Xiao Tiaozi: "This is my senior brother, ghost crying, this is his family, Nangong." ”

"I've seen two adults. Xiao Tiaozi's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he looked at Ghost Cry and Nangong with a little curiosity.

Ghost Cry and Nangong opened their mouths, not knowing what to call. After all, this is an old man, and it feels a little inappropriate to call him a little strip, and if he calls him an old man or something, it will mess up his generation. After all, An Wuyang still called him a senior brother.

After hesitating for a moment, the ghost cried and arched his hand: "I've seen a little strip." ”

After a moment of embarrassment, Xiao Tiaozi smiled and beckoned everyone to come in, and under An Wuyang's instructions, he arranged a side courtyard for Ghost Cry and let them live.

The big mouth finally let go of Zheng Cripple, and Zheng Cripple also tried to escape, but was knocked unconscious by An Wuyang and dragged away.

The ghost cried and they rested, An Wuyang didn't go to sleep, and hurriedly threw Zheng Lame behind the dungeon inside the Demon Slaying Pavilion. He hurriedly came to the main hall of the Demon Slaying Pavilion and said, "Elder, he's here." ”

In the depths of the main hall, a huge painting hung down, and the painting was covered with swords one by one, which were either old, or new, or small, or bulky, but without exception, they were all stuck in the ground, forming a forest of swords.

This is the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram, the highest treasure of the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Ying Dragon City.

Under the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram, a middle-aged man knelt on the futon, dressed in white clothes, white beard and white hair, only his eyes were pitch black, and he looked up at the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram.

An Wuyang's words echoed in the main hall. After a long time, the middle-aged man called the elder slowly came back to his senses.

"Is that ghost crying?"

"Yes!" An Wuyang replied.

The middle-aged elder slowly stood up, turned around, and flicked his sleeves vigorously, looking very angry: "Hmph, I really don't know what the group of elders in Shushan think, they actually let people come ......"

At this point, he shut his mouth again. An Wuyang was very curious, and he didn't know what that ghost cry was for, it was so secretive that even he hid it, but it was obvious that the elders did not approve.

Xu Changge is the name of the elder.

For this crazy plan of Shushan, he is about to go crazy, do those guys know how strong Zhenyuan Daxian is, that elusive means, in the entire territory of Xiao'an, no, to be precise, the entire southern part of Dongsheng Shenzhou, it can be said that there is no one to beat.

Once he knew about this and decided to vent his anger, it was not them who were unlucky to be the Demon Slayer Pavilion in Xiao'anguo.

Shushan is indeed powerful, but the distance between Nanzhan Buzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou is too far!

When he first learned the news, he didn't want to eat. Recently, I got the news that Devil May Cry has arrived. Damn, why did he come so quickly, was he in a hurry to reincarnate?

The reason why Ghost Cry has been waiting for so many days is because Yinglong City Demon Slaying Pavilion has been really busy recently, and all the disciples have been busy, and secondly, he has deliberately delayed time. But now this time can't be delayed, what should come is still coming, Ghost Cry has arrived in the Demon Slaying Pavilion, he must give some help.

After taking a deep breath for a moment, Xu Changge calmed down and said, "Let's go and report to Shushan first, just say that the ghost is crying, forget it, I'll do it." And you ......"

Xu Changge took out a scroll, An Wuyang reached out to catch it, and looked at Xu Changge suspiciously, Xu Changge continued: "Give him this scroll tomorrow, and then ask him what he needs, meet him, and drive this plague god away as soon as possible, understand?"

"Yes!" Although An Wuyang was puzzled, he still took the scroll and retreated.

Xu Changge nodded with satisfaction, the reason why this former elder's disciple was reused by him was because he could control his curiosity.

An Wuyang withdrew from the main hall, and in the corridor, looking at the flying snow outside, he felt more and more that this ghost crying was interesting. I don't know what he wants to do, he will be regarded as a plague god by the elders.