It took half an hour for Qin Hao to come back to his senses.

He stared at the black stone in his hand, until the end, he turned into a light sigh, and his mind slowly moved, and he directly put the black stone into the storage ring Zheng

"It's been ten days!" Qin Hao glanced up at the firmament, the sun was still hanging high.

"When Long Yang and Jiuyue arrive, they will be able to directly put an end to the matter here!"

His solemn face soothed, and he slowly walked forward.

With his current strength, he should be able to cope with the true immortals of the ordinary Yang God Realm, but if he faced the true immortals of the Double God Realm, it would still be a lot worse.

I'm afraid, I can only escape.

While strolling on the street, a sound similar to a teahouse book sounded faintly in Qin Hao's ears.

Such a scene is rare, Qin Hao glanced at the teahouse called 'Lou in the Building', and directly entered Qi Zheng

"Guest officer, do you want to drink a pot of fairy tea?"

The moment he entered the door, he was greeted directly.

"Well, let's find a place near that book!" Qin Hao's eyes were calm and he spoke slowly.

The two were slightly stunned, and looked at Qin Hao with puzzlement, "Why don't you find another place for the guest officer?"

"No!" Qin Hao bowed slightly, glanced at the two fixedly, and stepped directly.

The second didn't dare to slack off immediately, and hurriedly walked in front of Qin Hao, stretched out his palm, and said, "Guest officer, please come here!"

On the second floor of the building, there is a bright attic, and on the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, there is an old man in a black robe sitting on one side, with a board in his hand.

"I wonder if anyone has ever heard of the Lost Royal City?"

As soon as the words came out, many tea drinkers on the second floor were only slightly stunned, and then returned to calm, as if they had never heard these words.

"You don't know, but it's normal. The old man laughed awkwardly, and the wrinkles on his face were quietly frowning slightly, "In this lost royal city, it is rumored that there is a Xuanlong Pearl, and as for the Xuanlong Ball, there is a chance to enter the Holy Spirit!"

This sentence sounded slowly, and everyone just glanced at the old man faintly, and as for the many eyes, it was as if they were looking at a fool.

If you really have the opportunity to become a saint, will you be here to read?

If you really have the opportunity to enter the holy world, why don't you go and fight for it?

You must know that the opportunity to enter the Holy Sect is enough to make the top trends like the Holy City and the Holy Sect blush.

What's more, the monks who have survived in this chapter city for an unknown amount of time, they have never heard the news of the lost royal city.

It was Qin Hao, who was quietly sipping a five-grade immortal tea, his face full of indifference.

"Old man, I don't know where the Lost King City is in your mouth?"

Such a voice sounded, but it attracted attention, and many monks slowly turned their eyes to Qin Hao.

"Guy, do you think that Lost King City really exists?"

"That old guy is a talker, don't let him fool you!"

"If there is a chance to enter the holy world, why is it said here in the form of a book?

A lot of words are all trying to persuade Qin Hao.

But Qin Hao had a normal face and looked disapproving.

"Good son, but he has a bit of courage!"

A strong smile flashed on the black-robed old man's face, and he glanced deeply at Qin Hao, "That Lost King City is in the land of yellow sand outside Zhangcheng!"

"However, the appearance of the Lost King City needs the right time and place. ”

Qin Hao only felt that the black lines on his head were born in an instant.

Isn't that the same as nothing, it's like a fart?

The black-robed old man slapped the board suddenly, as if to remind Qin Hao, "Actually, this opportunity to enter the saint is just looking for someone who is destined." ”

To me again?

Suddenly, Qin Hao had a trace of such an intuition in his heart, he picked up the five-grade immortal tea on the table, and slowly walked to the black-robed old man, "Are you the old man who set up a stall on the street before?"

"This old guy has been talking in this building for more than half a month!"

A voice sounded slowly, and I saw that in the middle of these two layers, there was a Yang God Realm True Immortal who slowly got up and walked straight to Qin Hao.

"He's just trying to trick some monks out of the city. Only when you leave Zhangcheng can you do something to a son like you who has not yet entered the world!"

He glanced at Qin Hao with deep meaning, "Don't lose your life because of a big loss!"

Then, he walked slowly downstairs.

"It seems that there are some rules in this chapter city!" Qin Hao nodded lightly, during this time, he had been busy secretly investigating the details of the Zhang family, and he didn't know much about the rules of this chapter city.

"I don't know that black-robed old man of yours!"

The old man still had a smile on his face, and he looked at Qin Hao quietly, "I don't know if you are destined for the Lost King City......

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. ”

"As for whether anyone believes or not, whether there are monks who will go to the land of yellow sand, that's not my business!"

He smiled and was kind.

"Guy, I'm supposed to be there. Just one last sentence!"

"August 30, at midnight, the wind turns into a tornado, and when a ghost face appears in the wasteland!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the black-robed old rao's body seemed to be illusory, and in a long time, it disappeared directly in front of Qin Hao, completely and completely.

Cuckoo......

Qin Hao raised his head and drank the immortal tea in the teacup directly, for him, tasting tea is not an elegant thing, not to mention that he is not a person from Yaxing.

Throwing down fifteen six-grade immortal stones, Qin Hao walked directly out of the building.

......

In an attic, Qin Hao quietly looked at the black stone in his hand, but in his mind, it was the words of the black-robed old rao.

His instinct told him that the black-robed old man was also an extraordinary person, and even the chance of entering the Holy Age was not enough to make him excited.

Yes, the opportunity to enter the holy world is what he left behind, as for the lost royal city......

Perhaps, it really exists.

However, it didn't matter, what mattered was whether there were any cultivation resources he needed in the Lost King City.

If it is just a chance inheritance, it will not help, and it will not be of substantial help to his heritage.

"August 30 is still some time!"

Qin Hao's eyes moved slightly, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Whether the Lost King City existed or not, he was going to find it.

If there is really an opportunity to enter the sainthood, he should also be able to gain a lot of money.

A hint of perseverance flashed on his face, he sat cross-legged on the bed, and the Nine Dao Technique worked directly, and at the same time, the black stone in his hand was directly integrated into the power of the Three Dao Zheng

Over time, the black stone gradually changed from pitch black to crimson.

It's like refining immortal treasures......

The two old men are mysterious, and now, even the fragments of the Nine Extremes Floating Pagoda have become mysterious!