What appeared in front of Yan Xiaodao was a dark and deep corridor.

He opened his mouth wide and stared at the strange scene in front of him. Mo Yun Tower was still Mo Yun Tower. The banshee flew desperately, but he could not fly out of Mo Yun Tower. With An Bochen's palm coming out, a corridor was spread from him to the banshee. The corridor was pitch black at first, and gradually appeared bright light. There were clouds in the light, and under the clouds were rolling mountains. The banshee flew into the corridor, but it seemed to be among the endless mountains and rivers, and could not fly out no matter how hard it was.

"What kind of spell is this..."

Two steps back, Yan Xiaodao murmured, and then a red tide surged on his face.

After a long time no see, Senior An is so powerful. Why worry about the great cause if he joins? He will definitely join. It is impossible to abandon it only with his relationship with the eldest princess and Lord Li.

Unlike Yan Xiaodao's joy, the banshee flying in the corridor was full of despair. She trembled and shouted loudly: "If you dare to kill me, I will definitely not let you go."

"That's why I have to silence me."

A low voice echoed in his ears. The banshee was stunned and turned back in shock. She saw an unpredictable phantom galloping towards her like a meteor.

Before the voice was over, the man in blue clothes appeared in front of her, stepped on the mountain and looked at her expressionlessly.

The silver spear fell, carrying the stern wind, as if the sky flowed back into the banshee's chest.

The mountains and rivers disperse with the clouds, and the bright and long corridors also turn into powder.

The evening breeze blew in from the front of the pavilion, and the candlelight on the Moyun Tower swayed, reflecting the extremely ugly demon corpse on the ground, which was shocking.

The family had never encountered such a thing before. They stared at the demon corpse on the ground, then at An Bochen, and could no longer speak.

This is the first time that An Bochen has truly used the power of the Zhoutian Source. The Taoist Dharma in the Immortal Realm is unconventional, only focusing on one word of change. An Bochen borrows the mysterious mystery of Zhoutian to change mountains, rivers, clouds, and clouds to limit the banshee to a confined time and space. Although she was flying desperately, she could not fly out of the seven steps from An Bochen to the Pavilion.

Killing the banshee in the mountains and rivers can also cover up the breath and not alarm the other monsters near Liujing.

Returning to this battlefield, Amberchen did not put the silver spear into the bead chain, and subconsciously hung it behind him. He turned to look at the daidai family: "Go to escape."

The family had just reacted at this time, and while crying, kneeling to An Bochen, calling out to the gods.

"God? If there are really gods in this world, how could it be so uneasy?"

As he whispered, An Bochen walked towards Yan Xiaodao.

"Senior An..." Yan Xiaodao couldn't help himself.

"Why are you here?" An Bochen asked, unable to help but feel a little expectant.

"I... this matter is a long story. Senior An, please follow Xiaodao to meet the eldest princess, and you will naturally understand it."

"Princess? Could it be Lizhu?"

"That's right." Yan Xiaodao nodded and said again: "There is also Lord Li Xiaoguan."

"It seems that you have broken through the divine master." An Bochen felt a little joy in his heart, and he looked at Mo Yunlou again: "So, you will lead the way."

As Yan Xiaodao left the Moyun Tower, An Bochen did not notice. As soon as he left, the demon niche worshipped by the family instantly became withered like trees in winter, and cracked into pieces in a blink of an eye. At the same time, more than a hundred exactly-same demon niches in Liujing also collapsed and shattered at the same time.

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Fireworks by the river, tall buildings and lush buildings.

More than a hundred years later, the Fireworks River is still the same, but the water is really as bright as fireworks. The buildings stand on the bank of the river, and the pleasure boats gather in the river, just like another Wangjun Lake, but it is many times larger. In recent years, the trade center of Kuangguo shifted to the central and southern part of the fireworks River, and the fireworks River area is full of wealthy businessmen and big businessmen. The so-called literati and literati also come with them, and of course, there are also geisha actors.

On a pavilion near Jiangzuo, several wealthy businessmen wearing silk and satin were drinking and enjoying the river.

"I heard that more than a hundred years ago, the Fireworks River was still white water, clear and clean."

A middle-aged man with a bulging belly squinted his eyes and shook his head.

"Do you know why?" someone next to him interrupted.

"It is said that the emperor of our dynasty heard about the legend of the Fireworks River, so he wanted to imitate his ancestors. He spent ten days and ten nights to order people to pour cinnabar into the Fireworks River. Tens of millions of cinnabar were poured into the river, and the river was dyed red and never faded again."

Another businessman wearing a tortoiseshell crown spoke, then bowed upwards: "To be honest, our Majesty is also considered an elegant person... a gentleman."

"Brother Bo originally wanted to talk about Ya Yao?" The rich businessman with a big belly lowered his voice and smiled in a crooked manner.

"Silence, silent, you can't mention that word." The businessman surnamed Bo said nervously, waved his hands repeatedly.

There was a sudden sound during the meal, and everyone stopped talking and drank their own wine. The beautiful girls with thin waists danced gracefully in front of the pavilion. They were wearing silk threads, and every time they danced, they suddenly revealed their snow-white bodies. The spring light was infinitely beautiful, the fragrance was filled with smoke, and the charming and moving.

All the merchants were drunk and looked at the beautiful charming girls. They all looked ugly and completely forgot what they said before.

Assisting the dynasty to trade, these merchants were as high as those officials who had almost become decorations. With a higher status, they naturally knew more than ordinary people. But for them, whether it was a monster or an immortal sitting on it, it had nothing to do with them. As long as they could chase wealth and accumulate the gold mountains in their families higher and higher, even if they knew they were evil people to rule the country, they would respectfully call His Majesty.

"Why can't you mention that word?"

Just then, a cold voice came.

The merchants were stunned, turned to look, and then they all showed flattery.

The one who spoke was a young man in white robe. He sat in the corner of the table. If he didn't speak, almost no one would notice it. However, as soon as he spoke, no one of the rich businessmen here dared to be arrogant. This young man with a pair of bent eyebrows was introduced by Jia Baiwan. Jia Baiwan is a legend among the rich people in the Fireworks River. It took him only two years to enter the vision of many businessmen to become the richest man in the Fireworks River. He called himself Jia Baiwan, but his net worth probably has exceeded 100 million.

It was such a great master who was the best in Kuangguo. When facing that young man, he was respectful from beginning to end, like a servant.

Jia Baiwan did not introduce too much about the young man, but only said that it was Mr. Peng. Since he didn't say much, the merchants would not ask too much, and only kept a god in his heart.

Looking at each other, no one expected that Mr. Peng, who had never spoken, would suddenly say this.

"I wonder what the young master has to do?" The middle-aged man with a big belly asked politely.

Mr. Peng smiled slightly, and his clothes swayed as he blew up with the wind. His every move was outstanding, just like a noble young man walking out of an ancient scroll.

"Brother Tang is so serious. I just think that even if you are a demon, if you respect the wise and the poor, treat the people with preferential treatment, and make the world peaceful, what is the difference between demon rule and human rule? If you are peaceful today, the people live and work in peace and contentment can be said to be a prosperous era that is rare in the ages. Even the human emperors in the past are difficult to do. Of course, there are also your contributions. Since this is the case, why do you always keep that word in mind?"

"What Mr. Peng said is very much."

"I've been taught here."

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All the merchants present nodded and complimented in unison, becoming more and more curious about the identity of Mr. Peng.

Only the middle-aged man in a garment sitting next to Mr. Peng San said nothing and drank wine silently.

"There is a statement about the rumors about the Fireworks River. I wonder if you want to listen." After a smile, Mr. Peng said.

"Please tell me, my son."

"Haha, thanks to Brother Jia who invited Mr. Peng, we are lucky today."

"It is precisely that in the future, I will rely on Mr. Peng and Brother Jia to support me."

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Chapter completed!