readx;? This is a city in the middle of the bloodstream, called Phantom City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Phantom City is just a small town, the area is not wide, the transportation is not convenient, and it is not as prosperous as other trading cities, but the flow of people here is still huge, noisy and lively, and it will not stop all day and night, without beginning, and seemingly without end.

The reason why there is such a grand scene in the Phantom City has to start from its name, which is illusory, that is, the people here live in the illusory world all day long, and the source is wine......

Although the Blood Domain is not as full of sects as the War Domain, there are also countless forces, large and small, these forces occupy their own territory, and they also fight with each other from time to time because of the competition for territory, but none of the forces will include the Phantom City in their sphere of influence, because this small town means freedom in the Blood Domain, and this freedom has been inherited for I don't know how many years, and who dares to break it?

The air here is psychedelic, filled with the smell of alcohol, but at the same time free, and there are constant unbridled howls that rush into the sky, as if they can tear apart the dark and dreary sky of the dead realm.

The Soul Emperor and the Heavenly King Saint walked slowly on a street in the Phantom City, the street was not spacious, but there were shops on both sides, these shops did not sell spirit treasures, only sold wine, and all kinds of wine flags fluttered in the howl in front of the door, as if tearing the air.

Pedestrians on the street are holding wine bottles in their hands, shaking their bodies and taking a sip from time to time, shouting happily, and then hooking up their shoulders and backs with people they know or don't know, and singing a 'drinking song' that everyone can sing, which is noisy but has a different taste.

Entering the local customs, the Soul Emperor and the Heavenly King Saint both held a bottle of wine in their hands, the Heavenly King Saint obviously didn't like this atmosphere very much, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the fingers holding the wine bottle were a little white, but the Soul Emperor was just the opposite, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he took a sip of wine from time to time, and then hummed a few words of 'drinking song' with the drunkard next to him.

The Heavenly King Saint looked at the appearance of the Soul Emperor without a strong man, a little comforted and a little uneasy, and said, "Lord Wang, I don't quite understand, why did you come to such a place?"

"I just want to take a good look at what this continent looks like. The Soul Emperor took a sip of wine and said: "I joined the Moon Soul Hall when I was very young, and I have been staying in the blood cave since I became your king, although my strength is strong, but I don't know what the outside world looks like at all. ”

The Heavenly King Saint smiled: "Lord Wang, this continent will be yours, what you want it to be, it will be." ”

The Soul Emperor nodded, then glanced at the Heavenly King Saint playfully, and said, "That day is not far off, shouldn't you take a sip?"

Heavenly King Saint smiled bitterly, picked up the wine bottle a little helplessly, and poured it into his mouth, the inferior spicy taste was a little pungent, he frowned, but the Soul Emperor laughed.

"Lord Wang, Phantom City is already very close to the Middle Realm, why don't you rush over as soon as possible?"

"I don't want to go that early. ”

"Why?"

The Soul Emperor was silent, and then said, "Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid that when Qu Feng sees me, there will be some expressions on his face that I don't want to see. ”

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The rich night shrouded the land of the Dead Realm, the chirping of spirit beasts swayed one after another, and there was still heavy snow flying in the sky above Snow City, and the city was dark and dull, and there was no light, so naturally there was no figure to be seen.

It seems that as the little bartender said, the people of Syracuse are gone......

At this moment, the sound of soft footsteps sounded in the wind, and a figure stepped on the snow, stopping at the gate of Syracuse, holding a moonstone in his hand, the light was faint and bright, but it did not shine too far.

He raised the moonstone in his hand, and the range of the light shrouded in it increased slightly, and it hit the city gate like water, illuminating the word 'Snow City', which had been left many traces by the years.

He laughed and said, "This is the Snow City that the Holy King is talking about. ”

His name is Xuan Yan, and he is the vice president of the Spirit Master Guild.

The day after the transmission before Mu Yin's death reached the Spirit Master Guild, Mu Yin and Shang Gu left the Holy Island with the elite team of the Holy Army, and through the teleportation array and terrifying speed laid before, it only took twenty days to come here.

Another figure appeared in the night, it was Shang Gu, his hand was lightly placed on Jian Jian, his eyes looked at the word Snow City, and gradually there was a trace of killing intent, because he knew that Mu Yin had come to this place before.

Xuan Yan glanced at Shang Gu, stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes falling from the sky, smiled faintly, and said, "There is not a single breath in this city, it is all gone, I think it is because the climate here is not very suitable for human habitation." ”

Shang Gu said, "Then why was Syracuse built here?"

Xuan Yan thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, time can really change a lot of things?"

Shang Gu was slightly stunned, as if he had heard something from Xuan Yan's words, he was silent for a while and then looked back to the south and said, "If you go south, you should be able to see that forest soon, Vice President, what should we do?"

"It's a little late today, everyone is tired after such a long journey, let's rest in Syracuse for a few days, maybe the color of that wasteland will soon be stained more deeply by blood. ”

As the words fell, Xuan Yan took a deep look at the dark south, and then turned around and walked slowly into Snow City.

"Let's go into town. ”

Shang Gu followed into Syracuse City, and behind him, seven Holy Elders rushed in with five hundred members of the Holy Army, which were the true elite forces of the Holy Army.

Although the number of five hundred holy armies was large, they did not make much noise while marching, and the gently fluttering energy aura was also hidden in the wind and snow......

Syracuse was deserted, and it was not difficult to find a place in the city for hundreds of people, and the team quickly settled down.

It didn't take long for three imperceptible streamers to leave Syracuse City and fly silently towards the south.

These three people are the Holy Elders of the Holy Army, each of them has the strength of the Holy Spirit level, and what they have to do is very simple, that is, to obtain the most detailed information of the Moon Soul Hall in the shortest possible time.

At this time, in a small room in Snow City, Monk Xuan Yan sat facing each other, the faint light of the moonstone hit the faces of the two people, reflecting a solemn look, and the wind and snow outside the door were whistling and rolling, adding an extraordinary flavor to this ordinary night.

Shang Gu's hand was still lightly resting on the hilt of the sword, his gaze calm, but not calm......

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