"What kind of power is that?"

In the woods, the gray-clothed man standing on the branch exclaimed, and the moment the dark power erupted, he felt a wave of horror, and that power made him smell death.

"It's dark!" The old immortal's face was solemn, and a trace of suspicion passed through his eyes, the strength reached their level, and the victory or defeat was only between inches, and it was difficult to feel threatened because of a certain strength, but at this moment, he felt it.

"It's a lot like the power of legend." An abrupt voice sounded, close at hand. A slender man almost fell off a branch, and he had no idea when there was one more person around him.

He turned his head to see that he was a strange man with a master of stature, a withered face, sallow skin, and a pair of eyes that were large and convex, making people wonder if they would fall out. Seeing him look over, this person grinned, for some reason, seeing this kind smile, the young man stiffened, and a cold air rose from his spine and rushed to the back of his head.

"Don't be nervous, I don't eat people." The weirdo spoke softly.

"Dahout, why are you here now?" The man in gray asked a little weird.

"I saw an interesting person, and I delayed for a while." The figure of the dahout suddenly became illusory, and it reappeared, already on another branch, and it turned out to be the shot of the old immortal.

The crimson light clearly hit the void that was nothing, but at the moment of collision, an astonishing black gas appeared, and a little overflowing black gas swept around, and several giant trees embraced by five or six people withered instantly, and that kind of magical change made the young man's face pale.

"This is my registered disciple, Dahama, don't show your little tricks to show your ugliness." There was a threat hidden under the blandness of the old immortal's tone.

"Your old immortal luck is always so good, every time you can meet such a good disciple, this son has amazing bones, deep qi, cultivated it, and will be a platinum level in the future." Dahout had a slightly mocking tone, but his vision was very accurate, and there were almost no young people he had seen who were not spiritual.

Old Immortal glanced at him and didn't speak.

"Which legend are you talking about?" The remnant stared at the dahman, his eyes shining with an unknown light.

"The oldest legend." There was no expression on the withered face of the Dahama, and he said word by word: "Black-Dark-Emperor-Sutra!" ”

The air suddenly froze, and each of the four words weighed a thousand pounds, and it was so overwhelming that the young man never thought that a sentence could also produce a terrible feeling of the sky collapsing, his heart was beating violently, and that kind of speed, as if the sprinters had broken through the limit, and still couldn't stop, just in

He almost felt like his heart was about to burst, when the old immortal spoke.

"Impossible!"

The terrifying silence broke, the heavens and the earth returned to normal, and the young man gasped for breath, as if a drowning man had rushed out of the water, sweating profusely.

"That's just a legend, the smoke that those people deliberately released to confuse others." The man in gray was dismissive.

"It's a pity." Tian Yu showed a disappointed expression, and the moment he lowered his head, a strange light flashed away.

"Inside the ruins, the formations are dense, this little guy may be able to use it, don't interfere with him before the ruins are opened." The Master said.

"I'm not interested, there's nothing to see here." The man in gray fell and disappeared into thin air. The young man's eyes widened, and he couldn't see clearly how he had left.

Tianwan snorted softly and left, knowing that the master was speaking to him.

"I'm just here and you're leaving, I'm going to the city for something to eat, are you going?" The daham licked its lips as if it hadn't eaten in hundreds of years.

Goo-Du –

The young man suddenly felt a strong feeling of hunger.

"Does the master want to go see the little one?" The old immortal spoke, and a silent distortion occurred in the void, the invisible power was eliminated, and the young man's hunger was eliminated and he returned to normal.

"Let's get acquainted, it's been a long time since I've interacted with young people." The master said with a smile, in his language, he admired Liu Wei'an very much.

"I'm not going, here's an ancient book about formations, I hope it will help him all." The old immortal has an old book in his hand, the pages are paper, and they are ancient things, which can be preserved until now without damage, even if it is written nonsense, the historical value is amazing.

"The old immortal is still so warm-hearted." The dahout fish laughed and said, for some reason, the young man always felt that this dahout fish was not like a compliment, but a mockery.

"I'll tell him." The master solemnly took the ancient books, the ancient books, because the words are in the hands of a few ancient families, and 90% of the people are not qualified to accept cultural learning, so the number of ancient books is scarce, and the books that can be handed down to the present day, each one is extremely noble. And books about formations are rare.

He is nicknamed Master, but he has only come into contact with two ancient books about formation fatigue, both of which he has seen in those families that have a long heritage, and this is the third book he has seen, and it is extremely heavy.

The old immortal left with the young man, and the dahinto followed the master with a strange scream.

"Wait for me

Ah, don't go so fast, I'm not a cripple, I'm used to running for my life, and I've practiced speed. ”

The master walked leisurely, his big sleeves fluttering, his demeanor was chic, and every step he took fell, he had already crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and the daha fish was running at full speed behind him, and he couldn't shorten the distance.

The blue city, more than three-quarters of the damage, is full of broken eaves and broken walls, in some places the flames have not been extinguished, a large amount of white smoke rises, corpses can be seen everywhere, the ground has long been dyed red with blood, and the air is filled with the smell of blood, burning, and sweat...... The mixed taste is disgusting.

But no one cares about this at the moment, and it's the busiest time after the war. Everyone dragged their tired bodies, and some even had wounds on their bodies, so they didn't care about bandaging them, and they cleaned up the battlefield first.

Cleaning up the battlefield is a dirty job, but everyone is happy to do it because there are so many benefits to be gained. Although the Blue City has long stipulated that people who die in battle to protect the city are not allowed to detain any of their equipment and items from others, in fact, after the dead are resurrected, they will find that at least half of their belongings are missing.

Except for those iconic weapons, others dare not touch them, other things such as pills, cheats, materials, and people who clean up the battlefield, who will honestly hand them in, are all secretly detained.

Unless the deceased happens to be a friend or comrade-in-arms, in this case, the item can not be greedily stolen.

For the missing items, the deceased can only condemn after resurrection, and there is no way. If it's a family member, or a gang member, the situation is better, at least the comrades-in-arms will protect their belongings as soon as possible, the worst is the scattered lone ranger, if it hangs, after the resurrection, it is basically a clear light, and there is nothing left.

This is also the reason why there are fewer and fewer scattered people, and more and more people join gangs or families.

South of the city.

Many gang members searched the fringes for belongings, and the Ping An fighters told them to leave, and they moved out with many excuses, but it all ended with Liu Wei'an's return. The moment these people saw Liu Wei'an's figure, their bodies became a little shorter, and they left in a gloomy manner, not daring to say a word.

Liu Wei'an glanced at these people coldly, and didn't care, although these people were greedy, they also contributed to the defense of the city. was about to enter the south of the city, suddenly his footsteps paused, and he suddenly turned his head, and a person with a clear appearance and elegant temperament appeared in the field of vision.

There are people coming and going on the street, everyone is very busy, and there are all kinds of people, but Liu Wei'an saw this person at a glance, as if he was standing in hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and this person was also like a diamond, which made people see it at a glance.