The outline of a city emerges.

Yun Ze was happy in his heart, but the next moment he held back the impulse in his heart, he needed to be careful and vigilant.

It's getting late, and the city is lit, but it's weird.

The lights of high-rise buildings are colorful and colorful, and the lights of different high-rise buildings have their own characteristics, in short, they can make people very reflective and remember at a glance.

But the dimly lit houses were dimly lit, the lights on some narrow streets were flickering, and even some small alleys emitted a faint green light.

The obvious gap made Yun Ze even more uneasy.

Goo ~ Goo Goo ~

A couple of crows landed on the bin, and suddenly a hand came out of the bin.

Scare!

Yun Ze, who had just entered, was frightened into a cold sweat by the hand that suddenly appeared.

"Who!"

fluttering.

The crows scurried, the garbage bin fell with a thud, and a dirty man crawled out of it.

"You..."

The man was gnawing on rotten bread, and when he saw a pair of legs appear in front of him, his originally godless eyes immediately exuded a faint green gaze when he saw Yun Ze's face.

His hands full of scars and stench tightly grabbed Yun Ze's shoulders, and he roared with a hideous face: "Money! Give me money, give me money!! I'm going to kill them!! ”

The thick stench and pungent smell penetrated Yun Ze's nostrils, making his stomach nauseous and rolling.

Raised his foot and kicked him away, lowered his face and released his killing intent, and said coldly: "Get out!" ”

The powerful killing intent made the man feel suffocated, his face was full of horror and fear, and he hurriedly stood up and fled in a panic.

Yun Ze patted the clothes on his shoulder, and then slowly walked into the city.

City of Thrones!

Three big words came into view in front of Yun Ze's eyes.

And there seems to be an inexplicable attraction that attracts him.

"I'm going to see who made it."

The previous Peach Blossom Village is now the City of Thrones, and Yun Ze guessed that this was most likely made by someone.

Trample~

Walking through this dark little street, Yun Ze saw that the people here were skinny and tired, and the buildings here were dilapidated, like ruins and caves.

Yun Ze also observed these people carefully, and then became interested in a person who was leaning against a dark corner and was drinking with his head down.

For he saw that the clothes that the man was wearing were familiar.

Although it was a little tattered at this time, Yun Ze could still see carefully that it was the costume of the disciple of the Feather Immortal Sect, which was the same as the person from the Feather Immortal Sect who knocked Zhong Yuwei unconscious with a punch last time.

The most important thing is that Yun Ze can sense the other party's spiritual power fluctuations.

Trample.

Yun Ze stopped in front of the man, but he didn't care at all, and still buried himself in drinking.

"People from the Feather Immortal Sect?"

The man's pupils shrank, but the next moment they returned to normal, as if he were dead.

He slowly raised his head, glanced at Yun Ze, did not speak, and then lowered his head again.

"How did you become like this? What about the others? ”

The man didn't want to pay attention to Yun Ze, so he got up and prepared to change places, and he shook and flickered, and he couldn't even walk steadily, and he would fall to the ground at any time.

Seeing this, Yun Ze simply slapped it with spiritual power, and at the same time injected a large amount of Taixuan Saint Medical Technique into the other party's body.

The wounded part of the man's soul healed a little, and it seemed that something had been recovered, and he began to become frightened, frightened, and hateful.

"You... You... I..."

Stammered, incoherent, and looked at Yun Ze in shock.

"Huh?"

Yun Ze released an icy killing intent, making the man feel cold all over his body, but he also began to calm down.