Chapter 202: Dead City 1

Su Muhan didn't think that he had anything to do with the Wood Spirit Sect right now, even if he wanted to repay the grievances of his previous life, now was obviously not the time.

Based on Song Sizhe's perception of himself, Su Muhan suspected that the so-called direction to the east should be the dead city.

The Purple Gold Dynasty is an outstanding person, and every inch of land is a gift from heaven, but the dead city is obviously not within this range.

The dead city was originally called Sanshan City, which was named after the three spiritual peaks in the city, but twenty years ago, the three spiritual peaks withered overnight, and the people of the city also turned into white bones, and no one survived.

The whole city was resentful, covering the sky and the sun, and the sun and the moon changed color, even if the Wood Spirit Sect hurriedly came to suppress and clean up with a powerful aura barrier, it still couldn't sweep away the monstrous souls of the three mountains.

Since then, Sanshan City has become a ghost town that the entire Zijin Dynasty talked about.

This ghost town is not a legend, but a real ghost city that can give the most bearish child an instant stop crying.

Countless heroes and heroes have tried to challenge the authority of this dead city, but unfortunately, all of them ended in tragic deaths.

Su Muhan had also heard rumors about this dead city when he was young in his life, but because the two cities were far apart, he didn't know much.

"Your direction, yes, it's the Dead City?"

Seeing that the resentment around him was getting heavier, and the surrounding grass and trees were withering, everything was confirming Su Muhan's guess.

"Yes, it's the dead city."

Song Sizhe was not ambiguous, and nodded directly:

"If I'm not mistaken, this dead city should have been used as a sacrifice for the whole city to practice martial arts, and the people of the whole city were sacrifices......"

"Sacrifice...... Could it be that you want me to overtake them? ”

With hundreds of thousands of people in a city as sacrifices for refining sacrifices, then this person's realm is afraid that he has already broken through the sky.

In the past, there were ghosts who should be sacrificed in the deep forest, but now the people of the whole city have become sacrifices, the techniques are so similar and cruel, and the cultivation ability is also progressive, Su Muhan is thinking, this is probably all done by one person......

Moreover, the ferocity of this person's methods is rare in the world, and the world attributes all this notoriety to the head of a person after the ten thousand poisonous demons, I am afraid that it will come naturally, and there is no flaw at all.

Thinking of this, Su Muhan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If you want to give them excess, you can, but that's not what I called you."

As the sky became darker and darker, and the cold air became thicker and thicker, Su Muhan knew that the dead city should be near, and Song Sizhe finally said the purpose of this trip:

"There was once a demon sword sealed under the city of the three mountains, and now this place has gone through twenty years of resentment and depression, and the demon sword, I'm afraid it already has the power to defy the sky......"

"You want me to go and get my sword?"

Su Muhan didn't expect that Song Sizhe, a decent man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually know so much about the legend of the crooked demon and evil way, which was eye-catching.

And thinking that he really doesn't have a proud sword weapon in his current hand, it seems to be a good choice to get the sword before and then choose the opportunity to participate in the Jiazi War?

However, at this moment, Su Muhan had to object: "However, can I refuse?" ”

It is precisely because of his understanding of this resentment that Su Muhan knows better how terrible the accumulation of resentment in this entire city is, even if he is immortal, it is difficult to find a direction in it.

After all, the dead never speak better than the living.

Six of one and half a dozen of the other.