Gu Yuancheng and Sheng Yichen looked at each other and saw knowing smiles in each other's eyes.

The next moment, they closed their eyes tacitly, letting the little kid holding their hands take them to the distant hillside.

“Ding-ding-dong ...

As soon as the three of them landed on a huge rock, they heard waves of gongs, drums and cymbals.

At this time, dawn was just beginning to break, and the sun slowly rose from the horizon, dyeing the vast sea of ​​fog in front of it orange-red.

The pavilions and towers not far away were surrounded by mist, and hundreds of palace maids were walking along the path holding colorful palace lanterns. It really looked like a fairyland.

If you can ignore the girls' skinny bodies and pale faces...

Sheng Nanxi quietly poked her head out to look not far away, and sure enough, she saw forty or fifty skinny girls kneeling there, using their fingertips' blood as ink to copy scriptures.

Just watching those scenes made me feel painful. However, these girls had wooden expressions, and it was obvious that they were already used to this kind of purgatory.

The thirty Taoists who were performing rituals farther away were all rounder than the others. At this moment, they were standing on the altar, holding golden instruments, dancing and chanting.

Next to the leading Taoist priest were two weasels, also dancing to the rhythm.

Sheng Nanxi looked at the two yellow-skinned creatures with green eyes and crazy movements, as if they were the result of a magic trick of the Xianyuan Sect.

But at this moment, the music took a sudden turn, and the long and mournful howling sound raised the entire background music by eight degrees.

One of the weasels suddenly started squeaking like crazy, jumped off the altar, rushed towards a palace maid in the distance, and began to grab and bite her randomly.

“Hmm…”

The mad weasel attacked with great ferocity, its sharp claws leaving a trail of blood every time they landed.

The woman seemed to be used to it, with a numb expression on her face. She clenched her teeth and let the beast bite her body.

The companions around her were all used to it. Holding the palace lanterns and incense burners in their hands, they walked past her without paying any attention.

Sheng Nanxi is now fed up with the hypocritical Xianyuan Sect, not to mention the beasts raised by these beasts.

Seeing that there was no way to prevent such a bloody scene, the little girl changed her mind and a thick brick appeared in Sheng Yichen's hand.

"Third brother, come on!"

Although her voice was small, her power was powerful.

The next moment, the weasel in the distance was extremely excited after drinking a few mouthfuls of blood. It lay on the girl and raised its head to scream. Just as it was about to lower its head to tear off another piece of flesh, it felt a dangerous breath approaching it rapidly.

The beast turned around in fear and saw a brick approaching!

"Bang--"

The mumbling sound of sutras was interrupted by the loud noise of rocks breaking.

Everyone turned around and saw that the ground was covered with brick fragments. Huge pits about the size of two palms were smashed into the smooth white marble tiles.

The spiritual beast that Wuchen Zhenji treasured was smashed into a piece of meat pie and sank firmly into the mud!

"Ah! Spirit beast! Who? Who attacked my spirit beast!"

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble on my Nanqi Dragon Vein?!"

It is not easy to cultivate such a psychic beast.

The fake Taoist threw down the magic weapon in his hand and rushed towards the beast.

After confirming that the spirit beast he had cultivated with so much effort and herbs was dead, he became so angry that his eyes turned red and he could not stop roaring.

"You bold lunatic! How dare you kill a Taoist spirit beast in public! The Taoist spirit beasts are blessed by the heavens, how can you ordinary mortals trample on them at will!"

"Imperial Guards! Quickly seal off all exits near the altar! Capture the bold lunatic who dares to trample on the prestige of our Southern Qi!"

There are usually more than 3,000 guards guarding the imperial mausoleum. Although most of them are guarding at the foot of the mountain, the more than 200 guarding on the mountain are enough to block all the paths down the mountain.

Who knew that as soon as he finished shouting, he saw the guards standing in a row in the distance all falling down one after another.

Wuchen Zhen was horrified and was about to command the nearby Xianyuan Sect to form a battle formation to fight the enemy. Suddenly, he saw several more ignited cannons on the altar!

"Boom-boom-boom--"

In the blink of an eye, the flames burst out, and none of the Xianyuan believers standing on the altar were spared.

I also felt the hairs on my back stand up, and in an instant, there was a cold touch on my back!