Dragon veins and dragon qi are not easily generated, nor will they disappear easily. Since according to the elders of Jingpomen, this generation of the dynasty surnamed Chen still has more than a hundred years of luck, it is very unusual for the dragon vein to be cut off and the dragon qi to disappear now.

The elder of Jingpomen would definitely not think of the rift like Shi'er, and there are only a few people in the world who can think of it.

So Shi'er decided to go to the capital. Even if it doesn't have a crack, I'm afraid there are other strange things.

For example, who is the person who used the Soul Bottle to take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters to collect dead souls when the two armies were fighting? Where did he come from?

Regarding Qiuqiu's questions, Shi'er can help her answer one or two: "Although I haven't seen this person with my own eyes, I can see one or two clues from that soul bottle." Fang Zhenren had encountered a strange incident in his early years, there was a place where the plague was spreading, and when he went to inspect, he found that the plague was not a natural disaster, but man-made, and someone had poisoned the drinking water in those places, so the people there died in pieces. Not only that, but he also found that those who were supposed to have died were buried and then exhumed and stolen that night. He tracked him for several months, but the other party was too cunning and unscrupulous, and Fang Zhenren was afraid of the innocent people who were kidnapped, and finally escaped by that person. ”

"What is he doing exhuming dead bodies?"

"Refining puppet corpses." Shi'er's tone became grim: "This kind of vicious and evil cultivation is punished by everyone. ”

Qiuqiu imagined that situation for a moment and couldn't help but shudder.

Monsters are very terrifying, but they are not my race, and it is their nature to kill and destroy. And among the same kind, there are such evil and unscrupulous people, which is really terrifying.

This topic made both of them feel very uncomfortable, and after a moment of silence, Shi'er picked up the topic again and talked about the formation.

"After I first learned that Guo Zhangfeng used the formation as a seal to block the passage with the Demon Domain, I began to think about what kind of place the Demon Domain was, how far away it was from our world, and how did that rift come about...... I've turned to a lot of books, and I haven't even let go of some ancient absurd legends. ”

"Did you find anything?"

Qiuqiu was inexplicably nervous.

It was as if some great secret was about to be revealed in front of her.

"Yes." Shi'er looked into her eyes: "I found ......"

He only said half a sentence, and suddenly raised his head: "Someone is coming." ”

Although they are in the secret realm, Shi'er's cultivation realm is much more advanced than Qiuqiuke, and he can detect the movement outside the secret realm, but Qiuqiu can't.

This topic was interrupted, and when they set off for the capital, Qiuqiu was too busy to talk about it with Shi'er.

They didn't stop much along the way, but Qiuqiu still noticed the difference.

The smell in the wind is different.

The peaceful, life-filled smell of the past is gone. The wind was filled with the smell of war smoke, and when you closed your eyes, you could still feel the resentment floating around you for a long time. It is the last mark left in the world before death, unwillingness, despair, pain.

To put it bluntly, the dead soul is the same kind of energy as the spiritual power cultivated in their bodies. The difference is that the mountains, rivers, flowers and forests, and the spiritual power in the human body are all endless, comfortable and growing power. This power is devastating, completely negative.

Qiuqiu remembered the cold black soul bottle. With so many negative emotions and energies being squeezed into it, I heard that the methods used by those evil cultivators to control these dead souls were even more cruel.

She exhaled, putting all the mess away, and wrapped her arms around Shi'er harder, her face pressed against his back.

There is a good smell of grass on Shi'er's body, which is the breath of life, fresh and fresh.

Shi'er whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

His chest vibrated as he spoke, and Qiuqiu could feel the vibration as she clung to him.

She had never felt so longing for peace.

"The other day you said you found out? After a start, I won't talk about it anymore. ”

"Hmm." Shi'er didn't answer her immediately, and suddenly said, "Look below." ”

Qiuqiu was a little confused, so, as he said, look down.

The mountains are lush and the rivers meander their ways. At such a quick glance from a distance, there is no trace of the raging war, and the mountains and rivers are still picturesque.

"What do you see?"

Qiuqiu thought to herself, saw the mountains, saw the rivers, the lakes, and the faint ribbon-like roads. Occasionally, you can see a small village and a piece of field.

The average person will never have the opportunity to look down on the land like this in his lifetime - this is not modern, and you can see everything in a day by plane.

Qiuqiu's eyes were dizzy when she saw it, and everything she saw was still nothing unusual.

"I can't see it."

Shi'er heard her frustration, and there was a little smile in her voice: "It's okay, take a closer look." There is still half a day's work to get to the capital. ”

Qiuqiu squinted and leaned lazily against him.

She's not that stupid. Shi'er coaxed her to keep watching, and she simply closed her eyes to recuperate.

The spirit bird flew into the clouds, surrounded by a white mist.

Qiuqiu reached out and grabbed a handful, it was cool.

Shi'er asked her, "What do you do?" ”

"I remember when I was a kid." Qiuqiu said: "When I was not sensible, I looked at the cotton flowers floating in the sky, and I always wondered why they didn't fall? Could it be that someone hung them there with a rope? But then I thought, what if I suddenly fall off and hit my head one day? ”

What she said was indeed when she was a child, but she was talking about a child. She won't be so stupid in this life, because she has memories of her past life.

Shi'er didn't hear her mention this, but now she heard it funny: "You're so cowardly? Still afraid that the clouds will fall? ”

"Who said I was cowardly, I'm not afraid." Qiuqiu said: "I think cotton is a very light and soft thing, even if it falls and hits the head, it won't hurt very much." ”

It's the first time she's heard of such a whimsical idea. His childhood was lackluster, never easy and happy, and never had such wild fantasies.

"Look down, it's the canal."

Qiuqiu looked down and saw that the canal was like a shining ribbon in the sun, and there was no head in sight in front and no tail in sight in the back.

Although in the eyes of their cultivators, manpower is very insignificant. But thousands, tens of thousands of people working together to do one thing, this force is also very considerable. Isn't this how canals are dug and dug by manpower?

When they arrived in the capital, it was sunset.

The sun has sunk below the horizon, and the warmth of the day is gradually blown away by the cold night wind. The sky was vast, and it was so gray that it was impossible to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth.

The city tower of the capital is tall and majestic, and Qiuqiu raised his head to look at the corner of the city tower cornice. The black eaves are lonely in the twilight, and for some reason, this scene reminds Qiuqiu of the scene she has seen somewhere.

The tower was like a dead bird she had ever seen, its wings hanging lifelessly.

"Let's go into town."

The capital must have suffered a great accident, it was not dark yet, the gate of the capital was closed, and Qiuqiu even saw the marks of the axe and chisel and the scorch marks left by the fire on the heavy city gate.

Originally, the ground was supposed to be paved with bluestone, but now it was full of solidified black blood, and many of it had seeped into the cracks in the stone.

They crossed the walls and entered the capital.

There were no pedestrians to be seen on the streets, and the doors along the streets were either tightly closed, while others were the opposite—gaping holes open without defense.

There was a strong smell of death in the city, just like Qiuqiu had smelled on the way here, but it was much stronger than that. If the dead air on the road is still like smoke, it is just invisible. Then the dead air here is so thick that it seems to be glued, and it is so crowded that people can't breathe smoothly.

It makes Qiuqiu very uncomfortable here.

Shi'er took her hand.

Qiuqiu turned her head to him and gave him a somewhat reluctant smile.

Shi'er knew that Qiuqiu's spiritual power was pure, and he was particularly sensitive to the environment, so he must feel very uncomfortable now.

The slightly cool spiritual power flowed from his body to Qiuqiu's physical strength through the hands of the two of them.

Obviously, his spiritual power is cool, but Qiuqiu's chest is slowly warming, and the invisible burden on his body has become lighter.

There were groups of soldiers walking by on the street, and although they passed by on the other side, they turned a blind eye to Qiuqiu and his party.

Their faces were full of anger and murderous aura, and one of them had a knife in his hand and did not put it in the scabbard, and there was a gap in the blade, and there was fresh blood, and as they went, the blood flowed down the blade, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Further they saw some people dragging some dead bodies to the corner of the street, where there were two wooden carts, and the people who collected the corpses were not wearing soldiers' uniforms, but with red bands on their arms, and they looked blank and lifeless, probably the ones in charge of collecting the corpses.

The corpses that were carried into the car were not soldiers', judging by the clothes they were wearing, they were probably still rich and noble families before their deaths. The corpse bearer skillfully searched the body of the dead for its belongings.

Qiuqiu even saw the feet of children peeking out of the corpses picked up on the wooden wheeled cart.

Qiuqiu turned her face to the side, something in her stomach was churning desperately, she couldn't suppress the annoyance, and suddenly bent down and vomited towards the side of the road.

In the past, the word troubled times had only been seen in books, but now she saw it with her own eyes.

Shi'er didn't say anything to comfort her, and when she straightened up, he handed her water.

Qiuqiu rinsed her mouth, her spirit was better than just now, and she nodded and said, "Let's go." ”

The closer you get to the Forbidden Palace, the more depressing it feels.

The dark red color of the palace wall really seems to be stained with blood, and there are heavy guards at the palace gate.

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