At the foot of the mountain, which is only thousands of miles away from the Nine Sacred Shrines, there are many cities, castles, streets, and buildings, scattered on the vast land, and under the stars, thousands of homes are brightly lit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver-stard, long-haired Mehal, with a pale face, walked step by step past the city guards, silently, into the big city, into the night, into the brilliant lights, the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Do you want to become Viscount Yuxiang's guardian warrior? Do you want to get a lot of Daguo Fruit Spirit Stones? Do you want to sit on your right hug and talk with the beauty all night? Now the opportunity is officially launched, as long as you have the fivefold cultivation of spirit refining, as long as you have the experience of fighting demons, you can participate in the selection of Viscount Yuxiang's guards and become a member of the nobles!

Some people beat gongs and drums, bloom lotus flowers, and recruit warriors to be guarded by the viscount.

Mahal swept through the crowd, casually glanced at it, and his cold eyes, like the cold ice of slaughter, made hundreds of people shiver in unison.

In front of the crowded streets, there are many shops, and the bustling and prosperous scenery is in full bloom.

There was a shy bard, who met the laughter of the warbler and Yanyan, and muttered: "This appearance should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it a few times on the ground, and the face of the fairy pours my heart." ”

"Haha!" Yingying Yanyan laughed constantly, and a woman laughed, "Ouch, fairy wow, people's eyes are about to pop out when they look at you, you are really beautiful like a flower, beautiful as a fairy!"

"You stinky girl!" laughed and scolded.

There are also liquor shops and gambling houses, where there is a lot of shouting and scolding, confusion, I can't hear what is being said, and some, just the sound of a thumping fight, the dim light, the light is uncertain.

"You shop big bully!" a noble young master shouted outside the store, "I am the son of the viscount, you bully the nobles like this, this matter will not be resigned, you wait for me." ”

Among the shopkeepers, his eyes flashed coldly, and there was a hidden murderous aura.

All living beings, ranging from small traders to strong nobles, in the city, deduce all kinds of grievances and hatreds, contributing to the prosperous world above the aristocratic territory, which makes people yearn for it.

With a pale face, Mahal walked step by step, through the streets, through the alleys, past countless crowds, until he stopped at the central square of the city. Looking at the countless crowds, walking and stopping, laughing and laughing, shouting and scolding, chasing and fighting, a kind of foil, set off Mehal.

A man, a sword, silent silence, stood in the crowd.

No one knew him, no one knew him, no one remembered him, he was like an alien visitor who was isolated from the world, with a moat, a chasm, that kept him out of the world.

In the wrong box!

It's like the clouds, the vast sky, the galaxy hanging beyond the sky, so high, unattainable, standing for nine days, the eyes cast at will, just like above the sky, looking down on the beings in front of you, obviously here, but there is no reason to touch it.

If he is still in the Meha clan, he is still the young man who has worked hard to cultivate for the glory of the family, if he is still in the Meha clan, one day, will he be able to worship in the Nine Holy Divine Palace, if he is still in the Mehar clan, will he still be able to see his dearest relatives...

After a lapse of six years, he has a cultivation comparable to that of an earl, an existence that was once unattainable in the Nine Holy Divine Palace, and a great existence that can change the heavens and the earth and raze thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

But, it seems... Everything loses its meaning of existence.

He is no longer a young man who works hard to cultivate for the glory of the family, he is not a young man who has attracted much attention in the Mahal clan, and he is not an ignorant little nobleman who left his father in the Mahal clan.

All the shackles were restricted, and the White Dragon Daojun, that peerless figure, was uprooted, and with the strongest and invincible cultivation and cruel means, the shackles were all shattered and turned into residues.

The long-haired youth of the silver star, with a sword, stood here, silent.

The world and time will not stop because he is alone, even if he has the earth-shattering cultivation that reverses the fame of the world, under the years, it is just a name, a handful of loess, a legend of wild history, what he cares about, what he chases, what he is familiar with, all with the years to leave.

No one will remember him!

The years will bury everything, even if it is an eternal and immortal god, is it really immortal? If it is immortal, then what are the supreme powerhouses who have slaughtered the gods?

Silent... That invisible memory is the tip of the iceberg!

In a trance, he saw the young man looking up at the sky, he saw the young man who stumbled, crossed countless miles, and returned to the viscounty with blood, and he saw the young man who was lying on his side in loneliness.

Is that him?

"I, Mahal, am I nostalgic for the old days?" Mehal muttered, raising his hand, wanting to touch the world, but for a moment, he paused in the void, "After all... Not in the past. ”

Isolated by the whole world, how could it be, he is isolating the whole world.

White Dragon Daojun, this mysterious and powerful person, pulled up all the shackles of Mehal, but laid shackles on Mehal. He will use his life's strength to make him crush and annihilate, and deeply repent of what he has done, this is a shackle, but it is also an obsession!

The big clan in the aristocratic circle in the city, surnamed Tyro, is one of the ancient clans in the region, entrenched for thousands of years, with a long history, and the power of influence is very great, and it belongs to the big family in the entire Nine Holy Shrine Annex.

Even some super powerhouses in the Golden Core Realm have to be afraid of the Tiro family, the heritage is so deep that it is unimaginable to outsiders, and even inside the Nine Holy Divine Palace, there seems to be the shadow of the Tiro family.

This is also the reason why the Tiro family can dominate at the foot of the Nine Holy Shrines.

The Triple Heavenly powerhouse of the Shentai Realm who narrated didn't know much about the name of the great clan, and there was only one one who could tell it, and he had never even heard of the major events that happened in the Nine Holy Divine Palace a few years ago.

Of course, the secret of a few years ago, even the high-level of the Nine Saints may not know it, no matter how strong the Tiro family is, at most they can only know some rumors, maybe it is still from the hidden world.

However, the purpose of Maihal to find the Tyro clan was not to hide it before.

Just looking for the Meha clan that once existed, and the Sikong clan. Only by determining that the Sikong Clan, the Maiha Clan, once appeared on this land, can Maihar find it possible to trace the roots and determine the events of the year, so as to find the true identity of the Supreme White Dragon Daojun.

Maihal, who walked in step by step, walked into the depths of the Tiro clan under the eyes of countless strong people, silently, penetrated into the great array of defenses, and walked into a retreat room where the aura of heaven and earth was gathered.

. (To be continued.) )