Su Xing stood on the edge of the pit for three days and three nights, not moving, his head hung down, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Dressed in a silver-white robe, there is no wind automatic.

Three days later, he raised his head, his white jade-like hands covered his chest, and his eyes were always smiling on weekdays, but at the moment they were as cold as the abyss, but his tone was still so soft and affectionate: "Girl, for the teacher, you should pay for your suffering today!" ”

The words fell, and with a slight wave of his palm, the deep pit was filled in instantly, and the silver light flashed, and there was no trace of it.

Dead city.

The city of the dead is the holy place and center of the ghost cultivators, and there are eighteen acropolises under it, which form three rings, and defend the city of the dead in vain.

These acropolises, each city is guarded by ghost generals, and most of the residents are cultivators of the ghost cultivators.

It is also a resting place for the ghosts in the city who have returned from their cultivation and training.

The eighteen acropolises echo each other from afar, supporting each other, whether it is human cultivation or ghost cultivation, if you think of the city of vain death, which way to go, you have to pass through the three acropolises to arrive.

And at this moment, the ghost capital, one of the eighteen acropolises, ushered in an uninvited guest.

The anger in Su Xingxian's heart poured out nowhere, and where the little girl fell, he hurried with all his might, and it was only three days of hard work, and he could reach the outside of the ghost capital.

The ghost capital is worthy of its name.

Before you got closer, you could see a city overhead, and black clouds rolled over, covering the sun tightly.

Looking from afar, the city is full of gloomy air, and hundreds of miles away, you can already feel a cold atmosphere.

The vegetation here is also different from other places, the ground is damp and cold, the yin is extremely heavy, and other plants cannot survive, only the mandala flower, which can reproduce here.

Large expanses of fiery red mandala flowers are in full bloom, eeriely like dripping blood.

A gust of wind blew, biting cold, if the human cultivator was blown by this wind, the weaker one would be afraid that the wind evil would invade and lie down for a few months.

In this yin wind, there is still a faint cry lingering, and people are upset and depressed when they hear it.

It's just that these are not worth mentioning for Su Xingxie. He has only one thought in his heart at the moment, if he doesn't slaughter a city, where can he offset the self-explosion suffered by the girl.

The ghost general who guards the ghost city is the cultivation of Emperor Xuan's consummation period, and he is already a peak figure in Shangxuan, far away from the city of vain, he has become a master of his own, and he is no longer at ease.

I never thought that sitting at home could cause disaster to the sky, but suddenly my heart jumped, and an ominous premonition came to my heart.

Before he had time to pinch his fingers, he sensed a devastating aura enveloping the entire ghost town.

Where is it sacred? The ghost general hurriedly flew out, and saw the black clouds above the head of the ghost city, which were grabbed by an invisible big hand, and those extremely cold and extremely yin, the clouds that were touched by King Xuan and would die, just like the spring snow met the sun, and in the invisible big hand, they quickly melted away.

It was noon, and the scorching sun was shining down unobstructed.

This sunlight is extremely harmful to ghost cultivators, and there are ghost cultivators in the city with low cultivation who have been illuminated by the sun, and green smoke is coming out, and their bodies are slowly burned out of big holes.

Countless ghost cultivators wailed and rolled on the ground, and the terrible howls shocked the wilderness, and it was like hell when you looked at it.

Some of them saw the opportunity quickly, and hid at home or in the shade, never daring to come out again.

There are also ghost cultivators who have cultivated highly, and they also noticed that something was wrong, and they rose into the air one after another to check the reason.

In just a moment, the sheltered black clouds of the ghost town were melted away by the invisible hand, and the ghost town was exposed to the sun, and the large mandala flowers instantly withered and turned into ashes.

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