When I entered the city, I realized that this holy city was so big that it was really beyond everyone's imagination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A megacity with a population of 50 million, built on the mountain, this is an out-and-out mountain city.

Here, you can feel first-hand what a three-dimensional building is. There are mountain tunnels everywhere, and although the houses are next to each other, sometimes the altitude is far apart.

The architecture of the Holy City is not much different from the rest of the continent, the only characteristic is that it is dense and colorful. The houses here are painted with a variety of paints, and graffiti can be seen outside some of the walls.

Most of these graffiti are telling the history of the Holy City, telling how the first generation of hall masters slashed thorns and thorns, built such a huge holy city in this wild grassland, and single-handedly forged the core of the entire continent - the Holy Soul Temple!

Mo Yan and his entourage walked all the way and found an inn to stay in.

Because of the influx of people, most of the inns in the Holy City are full, but fortunately, they are the team of martial arts in the world, and they have special preferential treatment.

"Four Seas Inn."

This is where Mo Yan and the others stayed, this inn was built in a huge karst cave, and each room was a cave. What made Mo Yan's people feel very satisfied was that there was no darkness at all in this cave, there were fluorescent grasses planted artificially everywhere, and countless lights gathered together, like day.

There must be more than one inn in this huge cave, but also many residential areas, including restaurants, academies and even fireworks.

After Mo Yan and the others put their luggage, they couldn't wait to go out, wanting to visit this legendary city. Anyway, there are still ten days before the big competition in front of the palace, which is enough for them to have a good time in the holy city.

"A few of you, follow Lord Luo Luo and keep her safe." Mo Yan pointed to several devourers who had been granted wisdom by him.

"No!" Several people clasped their fists and said respectfully.

"I don't want these henchmen." Luo Luo said angrily, but still reluctantly accepted the arrangement.

She wanted to go out for a walk by herself, but Mo Yan was not at ease, so she sent a few Devourers to protect her.

Luo Luo walked well, Mo Yan also changed his clothes, and went out in style with a folding fan.

"Since it's a game, it's naturally good for a person to be free, if you drag the oil bottle with a little kid, wouldn't it be uncomfortable." Mo Yan said with a smile. This is the ultimate reason why he supported Lolo.

There is a lot of traffic in the holy city, especially many streets, which are very narrow and narrow because of the topography. In addition, some unscrupulous vendors often stop on the road to set up stalls, so the road is extremely congested.

However, these finally disappeared after Mo Yan walked along the mountain road to a certain height.

From the top of the hill, you can see a large newly built tent camp at the foot of the mountain, which is a refugee area.

The northern frontier is being attacked by the Clan, and these terrifying insects can be described as the natural enemies of the humans on the mainland. Once the Rans break through the city, they will inevitably sacrifice the entire city to carry out a bloody massacre. In order to survive, the common people can only drag their families to the middle of the mainland.

It's just that this world is a city-state system, and there is no unified central government, even if the Holy Soul Temple is supreme, but the binding force on each city is still limited. Naturally, the other cities refused to accept such a bunch of troublesome refugees, and violently drove people away. Refugees who can't survive can only run to the Holy City to seek a livelihood.

After all, the Holy City is the core of the entire Martial Spirit Continent, and it is also the spiritual sustenance of the human beings on all continents. They certainly can't do the same violent behavior as other city lords.

That's why there are so many refugees at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

"Sure enough, it is better to be a peaceful dog than a troubled person. Tsk tsk. Mo Yan shook the paper fan and watched the flow of people along the way.

Along the way, he had seen several waves of refugees. Most of these people are yellow-skinned and skinny. Often it was a woman with a group of ragged children standing on the side of the road to stop people and beg. What's more, they sell their sons and daughters directly at a clear price.

"It's no wonder that most of these refugees were originally farmers and businessmen, and when they first arrived here, they didn't have any livelihood skills at all." Mo Yan can only love and help in his heart.

As the terrain became higher and higher, I don't know how long it took, Mo Yan finally came to the top of the holy mountainside.

Here we arrived, and it was a different story.

I saw that the lights were bright, and there were all kinds of teahouses and restaurants, and the passionate tone of the storyteller and the laughter of many diners could be faintly heard inside. There are also a large number of green buildings standing on the street, and rows of prostitutes dressed in fancy branches stand out from the door, throwing flattering glances at passers-by and scratching their heads and posing.

The streets are also made of bluestone slabs, not as dusty as at the foot of the mountain. The people walking here were obviously dressed appropriately, and there were even some soul masters who were mixed in.

"Well, it's time to find a place to eat." Mo Yan estimated the time and touched his slightly hungry stomach again. Go to it.

It's just that when he passed a teahouse, a leisurely voice attracted him.

"For the first 800 years, after 800 years, the old man knows a little bit about it. Birthday, fortune and marriage, the old man can talk about it. Walk by, don't miss it, fortune telling is not allowed without money. "An old man with a white beard was sitting on a stone brick and holding a banner on the edge of the aisle.

On the flag, there are four big characters written on it: "Look at the face of fortune telling." ”

Next to him, there were a few people around, who seemed to be very interested in this.

Mo Yan stopped, curious in his heart, and also leaned over.

"Old man, it's so amazing, isn't it true?" A big man with an open stomach and a long beard muttered loudly.

"Hehe, I really don't want money." Lao Tzu stroked his beard and said with a smile, which made him look really a bit fairy.

"Okay, then you can calculate for me, how is my luck today?" The bearded man did it with a butt, his face full of mockery, and he seemed to be looking for trouble.

Mo Yan stood on the side of the onlookers, put away the folding fan, and watched the show with his hands in his arms.

"This guest officer, please stretch out your hand and let me see the palmistry." The old fortune teller smiled slightly.

The big man snorted disdainfully, and then stretched out his hand.

The old man held the other's palm, then frowned and looked up and down.

After a long time.

"I said, are you okay?" The bearded man shouted impatiently.

"Oh, okay, okay." The old man let go of his hand, and then said with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I was just fascinated." ”

The bearded man patted his palm, seeming a little disgusted. He said: "How do you look, how lucky is my today, can I win a lot of money?" ”

Mo Yan looked at the person's waist and found that there was a bulging money bag hanging from the waist of this beard. These mortals can't seem to afford such high-end stuff as storage bags. And from the bulging bumps, it can be seen that it should be all gold dollars.

"I've got all my money out today, and I'm going to go to the casino." The bearded man said fiercely: "Just tell me, how much can I win?" ”