The twilight was deepening, and in less than half a day, Zhao Shenbi had already turned into thunder and fled for more than 2,000 miles, and according to the location shown on the map, it was only a few hours away from the nearest monk city.

The realm of manifestation is really incomparable.

If it were to be replaced by the cultivation that he was still staying in the Great Perfection of the Far Journey, even if he had the body of the Vajra Realm as a reliance, he could ride the wind without sleeping, I am afraid it would take five or six days to catch up with the current progress.

The speed is still like this, and it is conceivable how much Zhao Shenbi's combat power has increased after the breakthrough.

Even he had a strong sense of confidence in his heart, and he had an urge to try.

A moment later, bursts of black thunder flashed under Zhao Shenbi's feet, and he suspended in the air.

He took out the jade tube that still had a bit of girlish body fragrance, put it on his forehead, and after reconfirming the direction of Xiushui City, the breath all over his body suddenly converged like a line, turning into a tiny thin line invisible to the naked eye, and directly broke through the air.

It's just that as soon as he flew out of less than a few miles, the small light suddenly dispersed, and Zhao Shenbi stumbled, almost falling from the air to the ground, and his face turned pale for a while, before he finally stabilized his figure.

He looked ugly and said, "Forget it, the 'first-line thunder' escape technique in this Ash Heavenly Thunder Dao Method, I am still too unskilled now." ”

A touch of flesh pain appeared on his face, and after he lit a brilliant and aura three-grade talisman seal, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke that was difficult to distinguish, and then he continued to hurry.

It's not that Zhao Shenbi is too cautious, but along the way, the more he leaves the desolate land of the Moke clan and gradually approaches the scope of the cultivation realm on the edge of the continent, the more he can feel how tragic this great war of the human race and demon clan has become.

Not to mention those mortal villages and kingdoms, under the sweep of the demon tide, they did not have any resistance at all, and they quickly turned into millions of corpses, dyeing the mountains and fields red.

Even many of the sect mansions and family forces that took root in the land of mountains and rivers were swept away by the demon clan, leaving behind fragments of spiritual weapons and magic weapons all over the ground, as well as shocking traces of fighting methods.

And this is only a remote battlefield, not a major battleground.

In the air, murder and blood are as strong as wine.

Zhao Shenbi's face was solemn, and there was an irritable killing intent and anger in his heart, and the fingers on his left waist were even slightly pale because of the subconscious force.

If someone who knows him well sees this scene, he must know that every time he makes this action, it is when he wants to kill someone.

It's just that now there is no one to kill, and even the shadow of the demon clan monk can't be seen halfway, Zhao Shenbi can't just fall to the ground and vent his anger with those barbarian demon beasts who haven't opened their spiritual wisdom and haven't even stepped into the second order.

In the midst of a thousand turns in his mind, the outline of a majestic city loomed in the sky.

Before it was approaching, there was a killing aura of the golden iron horse.

Zhao Shenbi raised his eyebrows, and his body was full of brilliance, turning into a thin and pale black-clothed young man, plus he had a long knife hanging from his waist, looking like a wild cultivator.

With his soul power that has skyrocketed now, I am afraid that even the middle and late stage of the Yudan Earth Immortal Cultivator will be unable to see through his disguise.

Moreover, these Jindan Earth Immortals, which one of them is not the ancestor of the sect, the elder Keqing and the like, he is high on weekdays and has a high status, unless he goes to the frontline battlefield where the war is in full swing, he has no chance to meet one at all.

As Zhao Shenbi got closer and closer, the outline of the entire city gradually became clear.

Although it is called "Xiushui", it does not have any sense of beauty and grace, but is full of rough and heroic meaning.

The yellow city walls covered by the large array were full of mottled cracks after the erosion of the years, as well as dark blood stains that had been completely integrated into them under the protracted accumulation of the circle.

Above the city, there is a stone statue of a giant beast that resembles a fierce tiger, with horns on its head and covered with scale armor, roaring in the sky, which can be described as lifelike, just like a living thing, making people look at it, as if they can feel the deafening roar, and the monstrous fierce flames.

Zhao Shenbi fell to the ground and walked over as if he was in a hurry.

Outside the city gate, there are not many monks coming and going, and compared to the monks who are guarding the gate with hundreds of people at the gate, it is even less worth mentioning.

Everyone's faces were filled with the look of vigilance as if they were facing a great enemy, their eyes looked around vigilantly, and their soul power continued to circulate and disperse, scouting the situation in great detail.

Seeing Zhao Shenbi approaching, the first monk in armor and armor who looked like the leader of the team immediately walked out and blocked in front of Zhao Shenbi.

This person's breath was indifferent, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, obviously only had the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Far Travel, but in the face of Zhao Shenbi, who did not deliberately restrain his breath, he still did not have any fear and retreat.

He said unceremoniously, "Stop!

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding hundreds of garrison monks with varying cultivation levels immediately changed their momentum, firmly locking Zhao Shenbi's breath.

Obviously, now that the demon clan is attacking, between the various cities, the guarding and checking of the city gates has also reached an extremely strict level.

Zhao Shenbi looked at the wisps of blood left behind by the fight with the demon clan all over his body, forcibly suppressed the nameless fire in his heart, and said without being salty or indifferent, "Shan Zeye cultivates one, a few days ago I was in retreat and cultivation in the belly of the mountain, and there were occasional breakthroughs, but I only broke through the barrier today, and I came to the city to buy some things." ”

At the same time, the spiritual pressure in the middle stage of the manifestation suddenly swept out, like a storm that appeared out of thin air, which suddenly made the hearts of the surrounding monks change greatly, and the leader of the team immediately took two steps back.

This is still Zhao Shenbi's softness in his heart, sympathizing with his difficulty in defending the city, and deliberately suppressing his breath, otherwise with the rude behavior of the people in front of him, just with Zhao Shenbi's realm momentum, they can drink a pot.

After being shocked back by Zhao Shenbi's breath, the head monk broke out in a cold sweat, and his mind suddenly sobered up a little, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "Don't blame the seniors, it's the juniors who are rude, but now that the demon clan is attacking, the juniors are on official business, so they have to act like this." ”

Zhao Shenbi nodded slightly, "Can I go in?"

The leader monk was just about to command his subordinates to disperse and make way for Zhao Shenbi, but a cold voice suddenly came from above his head.

The voice carried a sense of banter and anger, "Wait! This person must be strictly investigated, if he is a demon clan who is extremely good at disguise, if he dares to break into the city, even I can't afford this crime!"

Before the words fell, a figure fell down from the city, looking at Zhao Shenbi oppositely.

The man was tall and burly, like an iron tower, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, and there was a scar of flesh rolling through his face, which looked extremely hideous.

The corners of his mouth were raised, with a cold smile, and he looked at Zhao Shenbi defiantly.

The same mid-stage cultivation of the manifestation also exuded a killing intent and sword aura, and it turned out to be a Three Realms sword cultivator.

After seeing the burly man fall, the hundreds of surrounding garrison monks immediately knelt down and clenched their fists, and said with reverence on their faces, "Meet General Fang!"

The leader of the team turned even redder, and leaned his body as low as the ground, "Obey General Fang's orders!"

After an instant, the surrounding monks suddenly scattered and flew out, like dumplings, surrounding Zhao Shenbi.

And the strong man surnamed Fang clasped his fists with both hands and looked at Zhao Shenbi playfully.

Zhao Shenbi's expression was cold, and the scarlet color in his eyes became thicker, as if he was about to break through the disguise.

He said coldly, "What do you mean?"

The strong man surnamed Fang said with a smile, "What do you mean? Now within a radius of thousands of miles, the demon clan is rampant, the lives are ruined, the sect has fallen, the family has been destroyed, and the monks have suffered countless casualties, and those who can survive have already fled into the city, how can they wait until today? I see that your kid Bacheng is a spy disguised by the demon clan, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will take you down on the spot!"

Zhao Shenbi raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Oh, then what can I do to prove that I am not a demon clan?"

The big man surnamed Fang seems to have already made a draft, and what he is waiting for is Zhao Shenbi's sentence.

He laughed, feeling Zhao Shenbi's wanton knife intent, and a look of excitement and fanaticism gradually appeared on his face.

Like a hungry ghost with lust, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman out of the bath.

With a flick of his fingers, a long knife that was incomparably huge and matched with his stature roared out, setting off bursts of sharp knife qi, attracting the applause of his subordinates around him, and was held in his hand.

The square man's eyes were scorching, and he said excitedly, "It's very simple, I don't think you also look like a sword cultivator? If you can use the Terran sword cultivation method to fight with me in a dignified and honest battle, I believe that you are not a demon clan disguised by transformation!"

He stepped forward, the long knife swept, and the momentum was menacing, "Boy, do you dare!"

Zhao Shenbi's heart was suddenly.

It turned out to be a knife-loving maniac, and he wanted to borrow the hand of his "fellow Daoist" to sharpen his own sword cultivation and establish prestige in front of his subordinates, so he deliberately made difficult remarks.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Shenbi's mouth, although these people guarded the city gate, killed the demon clan, and had military merits, but it could not be a reason for them to bully others and let go of their talents.

Zhao Shenbi glanced at him, this man who resisted the enemy in the east gate of Xiushui, killed four demons of the Manifestation Realm one after another, was quite prestigious among the garrison monks, and even left a sword cultivator with the reputation of "Lifting a knife to kill the demon Lang", and then only said one sentence.

"If I go down with this sword, you may die. ”