In an instant, he thought of one thing, now hanging in the high sky, this is the high place of the heavenly abyss?

Could it be that they are the survivors of the true Primordial Emperor Pass, firmly guarding the passage in the abyss?

Outside the New Emperor Pass, above the desert, there is an abyss, preventing the immortal and the immortal king from passing through, and no one can tell what's going on!

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However, this is a different place, and the creatures of the foreign land have been trying to knock on the level!

These people, these ragged old and sick, these old people and children, are they on top of it, blocking the front?

"Clansman ......" In the city, an old man stared at Wang Ming, looking at the beating rune flame in the center of his eyebrows, and opened his mouth with difficulty, revealing a trace of brilliance in his cloudy old eyes.

A clansman made Wang Ming's heart tremble!

The old man, with his beard and hair all white, his body was thin and withered, with only one arm, his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and his body was very decrepit.

That clansman made Wang Ming feel a sense of sourness, and his mood couldn't be calm immediately, is this a clansman, he has been fighting at the forefront!

How much suffering did they endure, how much suffering did they endure? Even the children and the frail old people have climbed the city wall, and there is no young and strong, are they all already dead in battle!?

"Senpai!" Wang Ming opened his mouth, looking up at the old, weak, sick and disabled at the head of the city, there was a sense of respect, and even more of a stirring emotion, he really wanted to change all this.

On the city wall, children with dirty faces, as young as a few years old, as old as fifteen or sixteen years old, unkempt, were all on guard, looking downward.

Their faces were numb, and only in the depths of their eyes was a wisp of curiosity, staring at the people under the city walls.

It is conceivable that such a young child is already like this, accustomed to life-and-death fighting, and this place should go through a very tragic battle.

The immature faces that should have been vigorous are now replaced by numbness and vigilance, and at the same time, the youngest child is a little nervous.

On the city wall, an old man waved his hand, he was one-armed, his broken arm could not be reborn, there were terrible laws eating away at his flesh and body, and there were black-red dried blood stains on his shabby clothes, and he motioned for the children to retreat.

"You...... It's outside...... Clansman? ”

He spoke, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, his voice hoarse and incoherent, as if all there was here was fighting, blood and merciless fighting.

It's that the gods and Sanzang are all moved, how many years have they not spoken? What have these people been through, have they been holding on and fighting?

It's like an abandoned place, the outside world thinks that this city is dry and dead, but there are still a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who are holding on!

What a will. What sustains them?

"You...... It's not a true immortal, how did you get in? The old man asked, two beams of light flying out of his cloudy old eyes, and he carried a bronze battle axe in one arm.

From these words. Wang Ming and the others came to an astonishing conclusion, it was not the realm of true immortals, and there was no way to get close to this place at all.

Then they took a look under the city walls, where skeletons were burning. It was an immortal-level fluctuation, locked by a circle, confirming some conjectures

"It's strange to say, we ......"

In front of the clansmen, in front of these people who were guarding the lonely city, Wang Ming had nothing to hide, and he told them one by one, even if the things were very tortuous and unconvincing.

"Clansmen, stand on that bluestone."

On the city wall, the old man pointed out that there is a piece of bluestone under the city wall, three feet square, very simple, there is nothing peculiar.

When Wang Ming heard this, he didn't hesitate, and stepped on it directly, without hesitation.

Phew!

The bluestone instantly glowed, and a ball of fire enveloped Wang Ming. swept through his veins and limbs, and even his soul did not let go.

Shen Ming exclaimed, almost making a move, but resisted the urge.

It's weird. This firelight didn't hurt Wang Ming, he felt warm, and the rune light on his forehead became even more intense, as if he was being blessed by a force.

"It's not an outlandish tyrannical creature impersonating." The old man nodded, and many people on the city wall, including the children, breathed a sigh of relief.

This stone can be used to determine whether it is a real Chinese person!

"Look up again." The old man said cautiously.

There is a bone mirror hanging on the city gate, which is very warm. At this time, a ray of light shot down, straight into Wang Ming's sea of divine consciousness, and submerged into his soul.

In this process, Wang Ming did not resist and waited quietly.

Behind, the expressions of the two golden underworld warriors changed drastically, and they quickly retreated, they didn't want to be illuminated by this fairy mirror, and they knew everything about them, in that case, life and death would be in the hands of others.

However, Wang Ming was so relieved that he did not resist.

"It's a clansman, who came with good intentions and didn't lie." The old man was excited, and the rest of the city wall were also happy, and the children cheered in low voices.

"Are you going to stand here and be tested, or are you going to stand back?" The old man looked at the two Golden Plutoirs.

Shen Ying and Sanzang glanced at each other, and stepped back together, separated by a long enough distance.

Phew!

On the ground, a piece of fire rose, blue blue, like a netherworld fire, as if there was an immortal aura permeating, building an insurmountable wall of fire.

The two Golden Pluto couldn't see or hear anything.

Under the city wall, Wang Ming stood alone, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, a flash of divine light, the one-armed old man suddenly appeared, opened his defense, and walked out alone.

"Sit down, the city is dull, I haven't spoken for so many years, I've almost forgotten how to speak." The old man said, sitting on a piece of bluestone.

"Why, you are guarding here, what about the others, where are they all, why don't you retreat to the New Emperor Pass?" Wang Ming asked.

Some of the questions had answers, but he wanted to be confirmed.

"This is the order of the ancestors, stick to it to the end, because a group of clansmen have been sent out, and it is enough for them to spread their branches and spread their bloodline." The old man said, glancing at Wang Ming.

Wang Mingru was struck by lightning, and he understood that the clansmen who were sent away were the ancestors of those 'demon' blood people, who were still alive and well, and were responsible for reproducing the descendants of the clansmen.

And the old, weak, sick and disabled in the lonely city are the people who stay behind, as well as their descendants, who are responsible for the bloody battle and hold on to the end until they die in battle.

"What happened to the people outside, are they prosperous and scattered?" The old man asked.

Wang Ming's face was a little stiff, and he wanted to hide it with a smile, but he found that he couldn't do it, did he want to tell them that although he was not exterminated, he was suppressed and became a descendant of demon blood?

"What's wrong?" The old man asked quickly.

Wang Ming was silent for a moment, and finally admitted frankly, to tell the truth, this kind of thing can't be hidden!

"What?!" The old man was furious, and his expression changed, but Ben had already stood up, and finally sat down again, and sighed.

"The king of the seven kings, who is also the king of Hua, has beheaded some big people for thirty-three days, it should be because this is misunderstood." The old man said.

"What, why?" Wang Ming was taken aback, he didn't expect that he would contact the old man at this time, and he would suddenly involve the secrets of this level.

"Corrupted by the ominous, those people are going to be treacherous, ask King Hua and others to take action, immediately cut off their heads, and kill the Yuan Shen." The one-armed old man sighed.

At this moment, Wang Minghan's hair stood upside down, the so-called ominous, the terrifying weirdness, the impact was so far-reaching? Several things came to his mind at once.

The blood-stained black ancient ship was drifting in the void, and Wang Ming had boarded the ship, and it was on the altar there that he first learned about the Seven Kings of the Frontier Wilderness.

And on that ship, there was weirdness, there was ominousness, and there was a king who suppressed the weirdness with his own corpse!

What's even more terrifying is that there is also a stone tripod there, which contains many bloody heads, which are the heads of immortal figures!

When was it killed, how was it cut down, is it also a strong man who has been eroded by ominous?

In addition, not long ago, he had also entered the fairy realm, and was despised, despised and looked down upon by the creatures there, and at the same time, the people in the fairy realm were also on guard, afraid of being polluted by the people of the nether realm, and guarding against ominous.

These...... It's all big deals!

"Back then, someone knew these things, and they shouldn't be slandered, there were true immortals who were still alive for thirty-three days, and those two or three people didn't stand up?" The one-armed old man stood up with a solemn expression.

Wang Ming was stunned, there are true immortals in thirty-three days? This is such a terrible event, why haven't you ever been in battle!?

"Demon Dragon Daomen, Sword Valley, what is their attitude?" The old man asked.

"They are the ones who call my clan the descendants of the demon blood!" Wang Ming replied.

The old man's expression turned cold, and he asked again, "Did the sleeping true immortals of the Bronze Immortal Hall come out and scold them?" ”

"Bronze Immortal Palace, there is a true immortal, sleeping there?" Wang Ming was shocked.

When the old man heard this, he immediately understood everything and sighed.

"The battle with the divine beast has blinded their eyes with blood?" The old man whispered again, and then he became angry and let out a low roar.

Anyone will be angry, they will shed blood and fight here, killing only the old, weak, sick and disabled, but the clansmen in the rear have been slandered, harmed, and nailed to the pile of shame, and are called the descendants of the devil's blood!

"The Vermilion Bird King died early, if he is based on his fiery temper, he will definitely kill back, regardless of it!" The one-armed old man said.

Wang Ming was in a trance, and his heart was terrifying, because in such a moment, he had already learned many secrets, and the words that spread could shake the ages.

"It's a pity, I can't do it, I can't leave now, the city is here, the city is dead!" The old man sighed faintly.

Wang Ming's mood couldn't be calm for a long time, there were true immortals sleeping in the Bronze Immortal Palace, and there were also immortals in the world, and there was a big enmity with the beast gods?

"How many people are left in the city?" After a long time, Wang Ming asked.

"There are not many, some tribes are all wiped out, and some tribes are now only a few old, weak, sick and disabled, and the strong and almost all of them have died in battle." The one-armed old man sighed, with loneliness and sadness.

This is a lonely city, there is no one to support it, and it is at the forefront, even the masters in the city can't withstand such consumption.

Looking at the city wall and the mottled traces, Wang Ming seemed to hear the shouting of killing, and faintly, the scene he had seen on the black ancient ship in the past emerged.

Many people are defending the city, and the strongest is naturally the Seven Kings of the Frontier Wilderness, but there are too many enemies, and they will not retreat in a hundred battles, and the blood stains red here.

In the end, women and children, the elderly, and children all went to the city, followed by guards, and participated in the bloody battle.

"What happened in the past, will it continue now?" Wang Ming muttered to himself, he was not angry for his clansmen, and spilled blood in front, but he was stabbed in the back.

"Thirty-three days have gone wrong, even if those two or three true immortals are dying, they shouldn't say nothing until now." The one-armed old man sighed softly.

They actually did not stand up for the Chinese and the Fire Clan, and let the slander be laid-off, which made the one-armed old man angry.

"In addition, there are some things that may also be the source of misunderstanding, the king of the city once beheaded the thirty-three day big man, and also let some creatures go to foreign lands." The old man suddenly said something old.

Letting the creatures go to a foreign land?

Wang Ming suddenly thought endlessly, why is this?

Is that an undercover agent, pretending to take refuge in a foreign land?

However, the one-armed old man didn't say much, just sighed lightly, there must be some hidden secrets in this.

"Anyway. Thirty-three days there are people over there who know the whole truth, and they actually let other people insult our people, which is very bad! The old man said in a cold voice.

Wang Ming thought for a while. He felt that the water in the pool of thirty-three days was very muddy, and there were some things that he could not understand.

"Years have passed. Do you have to defend this lonely city all the time? Wang Ming asked again, is it worth it?

"Wouldn't it be nice for us to stand in the way and spread out in the rear?" The old man smiled, but it made people feel sad, this vein held the heart of death to defend the city.

What about the Seven Kings, will anyone survive? This is a question that Wang Ming wants to know.

The seven tall figures, roaring the sun and the moon, roaring and shattering the mountains and rivers. Stopping the exotic army is really unparalleled, can you really see it with your own eyes?

In the end, Wang Ming couldn't help it, so he still asked.

"There are still people alive, but the days are short, and after the others are killed in battle, they burn their bones and bless the city." The one-armed old man said with a numb expression.

There was sadness and desolation in the depths of his eyes. But now it is such an expression, because too many people have died in the battle, and even the Seven Kings have fallen one after another. What else can be said?

Burn your own bones and bless the city? Wang Ming was puzzled, and he looked under the city wall, where immortal bones were burning.

"Something like that, but under the walls are the bones of the enemy, and the city draws their strength from the city. After the death of the Seven Kings, they burned their true bodies and ignited the bones to provide energy for the city. The one-armed old man said.

Wang Ming was greatly touched when he heard this!

"There are immortals in foreign lands, and even higher level ancient ancestors. If the Immortal King knocks, can this place be defended? Wang Ming asked. There are a lot of doubts in my mind.

"It's been all over the years, haven't you seen it, the lonely city is still there!" The one-armed old man sighed, but how much bitterness and how much life was paid?

Wang Ming trembled, how did they do it, no matter how much they sacrificed, it was difficult to stop it.

"This ancient city contains great power, and it can control the power of the abyss through it to block the pace of the powerful people of the foreign world." The old man said. (To be continued.) )