"The candidates have come out, a few of you, go to my Qingluan!"

The old man's voice was like Hong Zhong, Zhao Qi and several others in the foundation building period, they stepped on the flying sword and flew directly to Qingluan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qingluan covers the sky and the sun, and the back is extremely wide, and the remaining disciples of the Qi Condensation Period will not fly with their swords, and the old man waved his hand and directly put the ten monks of the Qi Condensation Period on Qingluan's back.

Standing on Qingluan's back, Zhao Qi saw the old man's appearance clearly, this was an old man with a red bad nose, his eyes were kind, his sideburns were white, and the whole person was very energetic.

"Heh, little ones, stand firm!" The old man chuckled, he stood on Qingluan's head, faced the wind, and walked directly.

Hanging City, where it is, Zhao Qi didn't know, he stood quietly on top of Qingluan, and a circle of aura shields appeared on his body to resist the oncoming wind.

Qingluan fluttered its wings and flew high, and its speed shocked Zhao Qi.

This flight is just an afternoon, and the Hanging City doesn't know where it is, at the speed of Qingluan, if it was placed on the earth, the entire earth would have been turned around.

"How big is the Hanging Ancient City?"

Zhao Qi didn't know, when the sun set, Zhao Qi saw a huge ancient city suspended in the air.

This ancient city, magnificent, magnificent, Zhao Qi's eyes shrank slightly, he glanced at another member of the Blood Book, and found that the woman was also looking at him.

The only difference is that the suspended ancient city of the place of sacrifice is dilapidated, vicissitudes, silent and desolate, while the hanging city at this moment is magnificent, magnificent, majestic and full of vitality.

"Could it be that this Hanging City is the Hanging Ancient City in the Land of Sacrifices?

In other words, this is the place where the spirits were sacrificed in the past! ”

"Here, everyone is here, give me an honest observance of the rules, Ying Tian, the city lord of the Hanging City, is the predecessor of the Three Flowers Period, if you cause trouble, no one can protect you. Remember? ”

"Three flowering powers!" Many people gasped, this is a powerful power that is stronger than the Yuan Infant Stage, for them, this is the real immortal.

"Three flowers gather at the top, five qi dynasty yuan..."

Zhao Qi stood quietly on top of Qingluan, and suddenly, a crisp and tactful voice sounded beside him: "What's your name!" ”

"Zhao Qi!"

Zhao Qi smiled: "Now in this sect, there are only two of us members of the Blood Book, did you slaughter all the other members of the Blood Book?" ”

"It's best to keep your aura and use it to shrink the ground into inches." The woman chuckled: "My name is Mu Wancheng, remember, what is the name of the person who killed you." ”

"Interesting!"

Qingluan came to the Hanging Ancient City, and the disciples of the Qi Condensation Period landed first, and then the disciples of the Foundation Building Period went up.

After bringing everyone up, the old man waved his hand, Qingluan left on his own, and the old man led a group of people to the gate of the Hanging City.

The gate is resplendent and splendid, and after Zhao Qi stepped in, he obviously felt that there was more of a sense of slaughter in the hanging city.

"Hanging City, no flying, no fighting, violators, soul scattered!"

The old man led a group of people to a remote corner of the Hanging City, he pointed to a row of wooden houses, and said: "One room per person, tomorrow the grand ceremony will begin, and those who are late will be scattered!" ”

After the old man finished speaking, he disappeared directly, and Zhao Qi casually chose a wooden house and walked in.

Many people choose to wander around the Hanging City, but Zhao Qi locks himself in a wooden house, and he cultivates quietly, waiting for tomorrow to come.

In the Hanging Ancient City, there are countless treasures, Zhao Qi has already obtained a treasure, the Nine Dragons Fair Cup, this treasure is a treasure of chaos, if Zhao Qi's estimate is correct, this treasure is likely to be the most expensive treasure in the Hanging Ancient City.

Therefore, for other treasures, Zhao Qi will fight for them on the premise of saving his life.

The sun sets, and the sun rises.

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone on the Hanging City, a faint bell rang, and suddenly, the Hanging City came to life.

Many of the monks immediately came out of the huts.

After Zhao Qi walked out, there were already a lot of people outside the wooden house, and the old man suddenly appeared, he looked at Zhao Qi and the others, and said, "Follow me!" ”

A group of people immediately followed the old man, and after walking a stick of incense in the hanging city, they came to a huge square.

In the center of the square, a huge statue was erected, and this statue was still quiet.

The square was divided into eight directions, and the old man with thirty disciples sat on the west side.

The remaining eight directions, the easternmost side, were empty, and the other directions were full of people.

After Zhao Qi and Mu Wancheng arrived, their eyes narrowed slightly, because they saw that there were many members of the Blood Book in the remaining seven directions.

"Sure enough, you finished slaughtering the members of the Blood Book, and now in our sect, there are only two of us members left in the Blood Book."

Zhao Qi looked at Mu Wancheng and said in a low voice, Mu Wancheng snorted coldly, with a look of disdain.

The direction with the most members of the Blood Book is the south, there are eight members of the Blood Book in that sect, and the rest of the sects, the members of the Blood Book are about five, and Zhao Qi's side has the least, and there are only two members of the Blood Book.

Chang You divided their group of blood book members into seven parts, and it seemed that the blood book members in each place had a fight.

A group of people sat here, no one dared to talk to each other, and the group of them waited for a cup of tea, and in the easternmost sky, a huge sailing ship appeared.

The sailboat, the whole body is black, the side of the ship, is a symbol that Zhao Qi does not recognize, the Hanging City is not allowed to fly, and the one who can fly here, Zhao Qi estimates, is the city lord of the Hanging City, the so-called Yingtian of the Three Flowers Realm!

The arrival of the sailboat caused a commotion, and soon the commotion stopped, and everyone except the members of the Blood Book looked at the sailboat with admiration and admiration.

The sailboat stopped in the air, and then three black shadows came out of the sailboat, and the three shadows walked through the air and slowly descended.

It wasn't until the three shadows descended to the ground that Zhao Qi could see their faces clearly.

These are three shadows, two men and one woman, and the man at the head is elegant, handsome, and gentle as jade.

Behind him, there was a man and a woman standing, the faces of a man and a woman were seven points similar to him, if Zhao Qi's guess was right, a man and a woman behind him should be the sons and daughters of men.

"Welcome to the Hanging City, I am the Lord of the Hanging City, Ying Tian!

Today, the centennial Yuansheng Ceremony is held in my Hanging City, I am very honored, okay, without further ado, let's start the Yuansheng Ceremony. ”

The man smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the sailboat in the sky became smaller directly, and then he put it in his pocket.

Immediately after, the man stood up, and then the old man who took the lead also stood up!