World of Immortals

When it comes to the current fierce places in Kyushu, the dead city is undoubtedly among the top three.

On weekdays, this place is full of gloomy atmosphere and dark mist. No cultivator is willing to approach it. The various forces that once guarded outside the city to monitor the situation here have already withdrawn more than a hundred years ago. It is impossible to see why.

Standing on the dead city, Xiao Chen is surrounded by all the light, the magic pattern on his forehead shines brightly, the apotheosis of the acupoints shines like stars in his flesh and blood, and there are many mysterious patterns on his skin, and the phantom of the stele is faintly visible around him.

Twenty-seven battle swords were suspended in all directions, arranged in a mysterious and complex sword array, and shot out soaring sword lights. At this moment, he felt full of powerful power, and vaguely had some connection with the dead city.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong with you?" Qi'er, a protoss man, shouted loudly.

Xiao Chen's divine power surged all over his body, the light soared into the sky, and his body became hotter and hotter, as if completely burning. At this moment, he finally knew that he was in contact with the dead city again, just like before!

Yes, he now felt that he was in line with the pulse of the dead city, felt its majestic power, and even wanted to coincide with its will.

"Let's go, I'm going to stay here for a while." Xiao Chen stood on top of the dead city, with black hair like ink, dancing wildly, and the divine light behind him was like a huge waterfall going up against the sky, rushing straight to Xiaohan, while endless black mist was surging around it.

Several people looked at each other, Tian Ya was very worried, and shouted: "Brother Xiao Chen, you have to be careful."

Only Jin Sanyi didn't care, and said: "It's okay, the disaster will last for thousands of years, he has a long life like me, and he can't die even if he wants to."

Ignoring his words, Binglan and Xuemeng yelled at the dead city and left first.

Jin Sanyi and the others all left, and calm was restored in front of the dead city, while Xiao Chen jumped into the city at once.

If this bold move is seen, it will definitely be jaw-dropping.

The murderous reputation of the dead city has spread throughout the Kyushu and the Quartet world, and many powerful forces have sent people into the dead city to find out what happened. However, those cultivators all go and never return, and as many as they go, they die as many as they want.

As long as they enter the city, there will be a sealing force to prevent them from leaving. Of course, this is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that there are fierce spirits hiding in all the deep houses and ancient courtyards in the city. No matter humans, demons or gods, they will not be spared and will be eaten alive!

The dead city was silent, and the wide ancient streets were empty without a single figure. Even in the midday sun, it looked extremely dark and lifeless.

The majestic giant city has existed for many years. On both sides of the streets in the city, the ancient buildings are engraved with the wind and frost of the years, but they still stand like eternal immortality.

Xiao Chen wandered alone in the dead city, feeling the silence, and all kinds of past memories resurfaced before his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see the heroic and tall figure of Zushen Suirenshi standing lonely on a building, and vaguely, he seemed to see many legendary figures who had passed away fighting with swords, swords, blood and bones.

Of course, this is all an illusion, because his state of mind is one with the feelings of the year.

On both sides of the street, in every ancient house is the body of a god. They have long lost their wits, and now, like prisoners, they have become members of the army defending the dead city.

Exactly how many demon gods fell in the dead city, no one can say clearly, the autumn wind is rustling, and a sad and desolate atmosphere permeates the city.

"Tap", "Tap", "Tap"...

On the quiet ancient street, only his footsteps echoed, and the magnificent dead city was dead silent and desolate.

Although there were evil spirits in those haunted houses, none of them rushed out.

He used to fight here, he used to drink and shout here, but after revisiting the old place, Xiao Chen felt only loneliness in his heart, and no words could express his mood at the moment.

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear the ancient ballad that came out during the catastrophe of the false gods again.

"The huge broken mountain is the backbone of the heaven and the earth, the dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth, and the mountain of bones is the sorrow of the ancestors... Who else remembers that the Suiren family lit the way forward for the human race. How can we forget that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land..."

He walked step by step towards the center of the dead city, which was the place where the Tianbei suppressed in the past. Even though the magic well was far away, he could already feel the oppression.

Standing quietly in the center of the square, looking at the closed magic well, Xiao Chen was silent for a long time, as if he saw the clearness of the white clothes that surpassed the snow, and the bright and ethereal.

In the end, he walked forward slowly, circled the magic well, and then sat down silently in front of the magic well.

He wanted to say something in front of the magic well, but he found it difficult to utter a single word.

From sunrise to sunset, Xiao Chen sat quietly like this for three days.

Finally, he stood up silently and walked away step by step.

Suddenly, a small crack appeared on the bluestone floor of the square. His eyes were like lightning, and he scanned all directions. There was no difference in the huge square without looking closely, but under the eyes of the sky, these subtleties can be fully seen.

There are many hidden cracks around, although they are very small, Xiao Chen, a powerhouse of this level, can still catch them.

His heart moved, and he observed carefully, and found that the crack was actually radiating from the magic well. However, it is not there in front of the magic well, and it is only faintly visible in the surrounding places a little farther away.

The center of the radiation is the magic well!

After discovering this situation, Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately walked back.

The yellow mud platform was so dry and hard that it sealed the magic well tightly, and there seemed to be no abnormalities.

Xiao Chen put his left hand on it, and couldn't sense any terrible fluctuations. However, when he raised his palm, he was surprised to find that the fingers of his palm were a little bright red, and there were blood stains on his hand!

This surprised him, Huangnitai was oozing blood, what's going on? !

There was something wrong with the sealed magic well, Xiao Chen's heart sank suddenly.

This matter is of great importance, it can even be said to be a huge matter!

Xiao Chen's spiritual consciousness was as bright as the moon, gathered together, and probed into the yellow mud platform. It was dark, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't see any results.

The false gods of the past have all been wiped out, it is impossible for them to cause chaos, but what caused such a result?

On the downside, it was pretty scary! Anything is possible.

Thinking on the bright side, the Huangni Terrace is made of the flesh and blood of the ancestor gods, and it may still be alive...

In any case, the yellow mud platform that sealed the magic well was leaking blood. This is a problem that cannot be ignored. Xiao Chen secretly guessed that this might be the reason why he became one with the pulse of the dead city.

"Um?"

Xiao Chen found that the little blood stained on his hand turned into tiny rays of light and rushed into the yellow mud platform again, and then touched it with his hands, but there was no bright red stain on his hands anymore.

He kept guard in front of the magic well for seven whole days, but he didn't find anything new.

After staying in the dead city for ten days, Xiao Chen left the square without being blocked by any sealing force, and he easily flew out of the dead city.

"It's hard to say what will happen in the future, I hope I don't worry too much." He decided to find a half-ancestor and tell them about this phenomenon.

Xiao Chen left the dead city, he originally wanted to find Ke Ke, but after thinking about it, he gave up this plan. He already knew from Li Mu, an old man of the God race, that the little guy almost got overwhelmed in Shencun, and fled back to Kyushu. After that, he entered the Dragon Island Sacred Mountain and fell into a deep sleep, not waking up for more than a hundred years.

When Xiao Chen heard about this result, Xiao Chen was not worried at all. He knew that the little guy's strength might improve by leaps and bounds again. The little guy was extremely talented, with extraordinary talents, and he was just waiting to practice while sleeping.

The dead city is not very far from Chang'an, the ancient capital in the western region, and Xiao Chen came here.

After many years passed, this famous city through the ages became more prosperous, the streets were full of traffic, and people came and went continuously.

After more than 150 years, the fourth most famous building in the world, the Yanyu Tower, stands still and becomes even more famous. For more than a hundred years, not only many literati and poets have written poems here, but also many gods and men have left their words here.

Moreover, since the three half-ancestors visited here, the reputation of Yanyu Tower has almost been pushed to the top, and it has the potential to be the second most famous building in the world.

For more than a hundred years, there have been many famous secret battles here. The King of the Five Elements and Wu Ming used to fight here, the Queen of Yasha and the King of Fighting God once confronted here, a master of the Celestial Race once killed five masters of the same rank here, and three masters of the emperor once fought here...

After many great masters showed up here, the reputation of this place became bigger and bigger, and it became a treasure place that cultivators liked.

Revisiting the old place, now no one knows Xiao Chen, which makes him have to lament the ruthless power of the years, the current owner of Yanyu is the great-great-grandson of the original owner, and the guests upstairs are all people from recent decades.

He quietly enjoyed the food and the wine on the seventh floor. There are naturally many practitioners upstairs, and many people are talking about things in the cultivation world.

"Xu Ziyan's Golden Snake Kungfu is really powerful. He strangled four curse masters of the same level by himself. It's frightening."

"You don't even think about who his grandfather is. He is the famous Hydra. He was born as a half-god and half-demon, so he naturally has extraordinary talents."

"Hmph, what is Xu Ziyan, there are not a few people in the younger generation who are more powerful than him." Someone beside him snorted coldly and said, "Have you ever heard of Wu Xiaoshi, a natural born god, only in his twenties, and almost invincible in his generation."

"How could I not have heard of it." Immediately someone responded: "It is said that Wu Xiaoshi is the heir of a legendary heavenly king."

As soon as such a secret came out, it immediately attracted the attention of many people around, and someone asked, "Which heavenly king is he a descendant?"

"It must be the heavenly king surnamed Wu in the legend."

"What? Wu Xiaoshi is actually his son?"

Some people exclaimed, but more people showed puzzled expressions.

"Which Wu Tianwang?"

Someone scolded dissatisfiedly: "You are a rookie. Haven't you heard of the Heavenly King Wu surnamed Wu who ruled the world forty years ago and fought with the Five Elements Heavenly King here? Twenty years ago, he even won a day and night battle with a strong man from the Heavenly Human Race. Such a reputation, you don't know?"

There was an exclamation upstairs.

"It's the legendary King Wu Ming, who is definitely one of the strongest among the heavenly kings."

"That's right, with the Immortal Emperor's Divine Bell on his head and the purple-gold Heavenly Lightning Hammer in his hand, except for the rare Celestials and Humans, almost no one among the Heavenly Kings of the same rank can shake him."

Not far away, Xiao Chen was taken aback. Nearly 160 years have passed, and Wu Ming has become a legendary figure. One can imagine how many things have happened, and the time flies.

"Wu Xiaoshi, the son of Wu Mingwang, is really extraordinary. I'm afraid he will be the second Wu Tianwang in more than a hundred years."

"However, I heard that Huang Xinren, the youngest son of the Golden King among the Five Elements Heavenly Kings, is also a remarkable figure, and I'm afraid he will be Wu Xiaoshi's formidable enemy."

"Well, there are indeed some extraordinary people. The famous little Shura is definitely a strong man who can walk sideways. Even many senior figures have to walk around. It is said that he was trained by Leng Hanbing, the first of the imperial masters."

"Leng Hanbing? It sounds familiar."

An old man with white beard and hair sighed: "That is Emperor Shura who is in the realm of the earth. He was born in the ancient times. He is extremely talented. He is the number one among emperor-level masters."

"Yo, this old man knows quite a lot, even the emperor-level old antique knows so clearly."

On the other side, a young man suddenly realized, laughed, and said: "I remembered, that Emperor Shura appeared more than a hundred years ago, but he seemed to be beaten into a pig's head. Is he really the first among the emperors?"

In another corner, a young Shu Luo standing by the window stood up abruptly and said, "Shut up, don't slander my ancestor."

"Many people in the older generation know the truth that Brother Shura told me. Don't you admit this fact and only allow us to say good things about Emperor Shura? This is wrong. There is also a brother from the Celestial Race over there. He also talked about the defeat of the Celestial-Human Race to King Wu Ming just now. He didn't say anything. Why are you so overbearing?"

That Shura wanted to turn his back on the spot, but was finally stopped by others.

The old man with white beard and hair said: "It doesn't matter if we talk freely, but don't hurt your friendship. That Emperor Shura suffered a big loss more than a hundred years ago. I was lucky enough to witness that battle. It is shocking. This life is enough."

"Old man, are you whetting our appetite again? You must be talking about the great battle that took place in the Forbidden Sea 160 years ago. It has been distorted until now. Since you are lucky enough to see it, please tell us about it."

The old man stroked his beard with his hand and sighed: "That battle was earth-shattering. The sky collapsed and the earth was split and the water flowed backwards. Even the sea of ​​taboos boiled. The sword slashed across the sky, and the sword energy was as thick as a mountain. It shattered the heaven and earth, broke through the heavens, and rushed into the sky. Banzu was almost killed..."

Everyone was attracted by the voice of the old man with white beard and hair, and they were all listening carefully.

Until the end, someone was still not satisfied and said: "The old man has been talking for a long time, but you didn't mention the names of the people who participated in the war. Doesn't this make us feel uncomfortable?"

"That's right, the legends are very powerful now, and there are endless versions of the characters who participated in the battle, and I don't know which legend is true."

The white-haired old man shook his head with a smile and said, "I can't say it. The people who participated in the war back then were all scary. It's about their face. If I say it, I'm afraid I will die at home tomorrow."

Although they knew that he was exaggerating, everyone couldn't force him to speak.

"Just like our old man, he is as timid as a mouse! He also watched the battle with his own eyes back then, but he just didn't explain it to us. It's a good name, the disaster comes from the mouth, and we don't let us know."

"Well, my grandfather was also lucky enough to watch that battle, but he also kept his mouth shut, claiming that it was about the dignity of the half-ancestor. If I knew about it and said it indiscriminately, it might bring disaster to the family. Just don't tell me."

...

It's a pity that everyone talked about it.

At this moment, a skeleton that was completely covered, leaving only empty eye sockets exposed, walked up the Misty Rain Tower.

Immediately, someone muttered: "X, the skeleton doesn't eat or drink tea, why come here to join in the fun."

"Brother Skeleton, I have money, what can I do? I am willing, I am willing." He shook his cloak, monopolized the table unceremoniously, and shouted: "Man, come to the table with good food and wine."

The guy hurried over and stammered, "You... can you eat?"

"I can't eat it, but I can see it."

Hearing this, the man was about to turn around and go downstairs when the mysterious skeleton stopped him again and said, "Wait a minute, call some chicks for Brother Skull, I like listening to music and dancing."

"#@￥￥#%..." The guy cursed in his heart, what kind of skeleton is this, and he doesn't even think about his state, yet he still has such lust.

Someone nearby whispered: "I know who this skeleton is."

"It's that top-quality skeleton. Not long ago, he sneaked into Skull Island. He was deceived and abducted, and he was even more brazen. He wanted to find the peerless pink skeleton among the skeleton clan as his wife."

"I'm dizzy, no way, it's the skeleton named Shapolang? It is said that he is an outsider, and he went to Skull Island to make a lot of trouble. I really don't know if he found the pink skeleton girl or not."

In the distance, Xiao Chen was quite speechless, this Sha Po Lang was really capable of tossing around.

Suddenly, the door of a private room was pushed open, and a burly man came out, glanced coldly at the repairers all over the building, and said, "Keep your voice down, my brother is going to entertain distinguished guests here."

"Who are you, why do you let us speak in a low voice, the Yanyu Building is not yours."

The temperature of the air dropped sharply, and the eyes of the burly man were as sharp as knives. The cultivator who spoke just now fell limply to the ground.

The upstairs suddenly fell silent.

"boom"

The big man turned around and closed the door again.

"Who is that? It's horrible."

"That seems to be the superpower of the Hu family, and it seems to be the... legendary king!"

"I heard that there is an alluring woman in the Hu family who is going to marry Wu Xiaoshi, the son of Wu Mingwang's son. Could it be that Wu Mingwang is the king they are hosting today?"

As soon as these words came out, the upstairs was immediately ebullient, but the crowd quickly suppressed their voices again.

Kings party!

They are very likely to meet the legendary characters, and many people are looking forward to it.

At this moment, a long bell rang from the sky, and a stalwart figure walked in the void. The "momentum" of being one with the world and everything is indescribable.

"It's really the legendary King Wu Ming!"

"I didn't expect to see him here, this is the legendary invincible king!"

...

There was a lot of discussion.

"Wu Ming, long time no see, I was just looking for you."

Suddenly, a voice resounded from left to right in the Misty Rain Building, and it was clearly transmitted to the distant sky.

Wu Ming was startled at the time, and immediately stopped, stood in the void, and asked, "Who are you?"

"It's just that I haven't seen you for more than 150 years. Have you forgotten me?"

The voice was so ethereal that it was difficult for everyone in the Yanyu Building to detect who made it.

But something happened that surprised them.

According to legend, Wu Ming, the almost invincible heavenly king with the immortal bell on his head and the purple gold sky thunder hammer in his hand, ran away without looking back as if he had seen a ghost.