The holy city is like a ghost town, and no one thought that the huge city would be in the belly of Xuelong Mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The top is not high, but according to the way walked, the top of the Holy City should be the back of the neck of the Snow Dragon giant. There were broken rocks and ruins everywhere, but there were bats in the caves, but there were no rats in the city, which surprised everyone.

The layman looks at the doorway, and the insider looks at the liveliness. Mingxi came to the Holy City to investigate the mystery of the Heavenly Array, and while she used the "Hundred Beast Dance" to direct the bats to watch Han Feng and Liji, she took a torch and took a closer look in front of the Holy City.

She looked so carefully that it was as if she were looking for gold in a crack in a stone. She was thinking about how to escape through the Holy City, and teased Mingxi: "Hey, what are you looking for? Didn't you say that you look down on us the most, why do you want to take advantage of our city!"

She quarreled back and forth, Mingxi was annoyed by her and had two big heads, but she had the upper hand at this time, and the dignity of the princess of the imperial capital was naturally put out. The spirit she had cultivated since she was a child made her disdain to fight with the trapped beasts, so she walked to the side by herself, found a small stone shard, and drew a picture on the ground.

She painted a map of the mountains and rivers of Daiguo, which is not unfamiliar to everyone, so she did not deliberately avoid anything. Han Feng was standing beside her, and as soon as he looked down, he could see the picture she had drawn. He memorized this landscape very clearly, and when he saw the six points of Mingxi on the map, he didn't have to think about it, and he knew what those six points represented.

Lidu, Eagle Xiang City, Qianmo City, Qinghe City, Elephant City, Holy City.

For the Yi people, each of these six cities symbolizes a torch in the hand of the god of nature, and they are the flame of hope for their freedom, but for the generations, these cities are spread all over the north and south of the world, and there is no connection between them.

However, for a formation master, although she does not know the statue of nature, she can see new things from the perspective of the formation master.

Mingxi didn't speak, but Han Feng tried to guess her thoughts from her usual way of thinking. On the bank of Qinghe City, he learned some formations with Mingxi, and after he "escaped marriage", in order to avoid encountering the Mingxi battlefield in the future, he deliberately learned some formations, so he looked at the simple and vague landscape map, and actually saw the mystery.

The formation is to use the qi of heaven and earth for its own use, and the qi of heaven and earth is all over the mountains and rivers, this is the potential. From the analysis of "potential" alone, these six cities are actually different.

Far away from the capital in the desert, sandwiched by the two mountains of Daqing Mountain and Changmen Mountain, a Seli River in the city barely maintains the water source of the whole city, but the river water becomes poisonous water after leaving the city, from the position of the situation, this is the trend of the poor mountain and bad water, is the state of hardship.

Eagle Xiang City was built in Hongyuan, the surrounding flat and flat, except for a few lakes, there is no source of living water, this is the trend of no mountains and no water, is a chaotic realm.

Qinghe City is located in the south of the river, there are no high mountains around, even the Yunxiao Mountain, which is known as the southeast peak, is also 100 miles away from the city, so Qinghe City is the trend of living water and mountains, and it is the realm of greed.

Xiangcheng lives deep in the forest, surrounded by poisonous water and poisonous forests, and the mountains are vertical and horizontal.

The holy city is in the belly of the Snow Dragon Mountain, the water is unavailable at the top of the city, and the mountain is a barrier outside the city.

As for Qianmo City, although Han Feng has never been to it, the city is built on the seaside, backed by the East Mountain, and it is the best place among the six cities in terms of formation, if the guess is right, it should be a happy realm.

Thinking of the "six no-people" of Yiren, and then thinking of the six realms in this formation, Han Feng's heart suddenly moved: hardship is for the innocent, chaos is for the unstated, greed is for the unwise, vain is for the nobody, the desperate is for the lifeless, and the enjoyment is for the unintentional. The two correspond one-to-one, and the statements are completely different, but in fact, they secretly go to the same end.

This may be the destiny of God, or it may be that when people speculate about the will of heaven, different wisdoms get the same result - if even the root of this wisdom is the same, why is it that the generation and the Yi people are incompatible, to this point.

But that's not what he's supposed to care about right now. Han Feng sighed lightly, he couldn't tell Mingxi about the Six Nothings, and it was even more impossible for him to leave him. Mingxi may never know that the "slut" she keeps saying is actually the same root as what she thinks.

For the "Six Realms", Han Feng was able to figure it out, and Mingxi thought faster. She took a deep breath of cold air, knowing that she was in the "Desperate Realm" that had been passed down from generation to generation by the formation masters but no one had ever witnessed it with their own eyes. This is the most sinister "potential" that a formation master can encounter, but it is also the rarest "potential" that he can dream of encountering.

She really likes formations, and if she hadn't had a diligent and studious heart, she would definitely not have become the most powerful female formation master in the imperial capital at the age of sixteen. She also likes to explore, otherwise with the dignity of the princess, even if she is a formation master, there are various reasons to stay in the palace and live a carefree life.

Therefore, this "desperate realm" is more like a feast for her, if there is no detachment and gentleness around her, maybe she would have laughed out loud and rushed to the edge of the city.

This is a great treasure to improve her formation ability, Mingxi's eyes brightened a lot when she thought of this: after she fully grasped the mystery of this "Peerless Realm", she would become the most powerful formation master in the world when she came out of the mountain.

At that time, the heavy responsibility of protecting the country may not be as heavy as it is now.

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Mingxi was unusual, and did not let Lijiao lead the way, but took the lead into the holy city.

Han Feng pulled Wanrou to follow closely behind Mingxi, and Lijiao was last in line in the front and back of the bat. But as soon as Han Feng stepped into the broken "city gate" that he couldn't tell what it was, he suddenly stepped on the ground, and then the whole person fell to the ground.

This fell without warning, which shocked everyone.

Wanrou was the first to scream, and hurriedly went to help Han Feng, but saw Han Feng gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, his hands against his head, and the whole person shrunk together, using all his strength, as if he was struggling with something.

The three women all knew that Han Feng was not a person who easily cried out in pain, and seeing that he had a headache, Mingxi and Lijiao glanced at each other invariably, and they already knew it in their hearts. Both of them knew that Han Feng was taking Bai Tong with them, but they were both unfamiliar with spiritual objects. This holy city is the gathering place of the ancestors of the Yi tribe, and it is naturally the origin of the Ajin tribe.

Mingxi and Lijiao have been used to cheating since they were children, and of course they don't think about things for the better. Mingxi stood a few steps back, put the "Hundred Beast Dance" to his lips, and Li Ji leaned over to Han Feng's side, his face full of anxiety: Han Feng is her strong help, if something really happens, she is afraid that she will not be able to get out of the mountain alive alone.

However, while Han Feng had a splitting headache, his mind was extremely clear. This feeling of headache was not the first time for him, so he was uncomfortable, but he was able to grit his teeth and persevere.

In a trance, he remembered the situation on the hill by the lake of Muzhou. That was the last time he had a headache, and that time, Bai Tong "opened", allowing him to see some vague future from now on, to judge what he should do and how to do it in the future. In pain, he tried to keep his eyes open, but there was no Wanrou or Mingxi in sight, he seemed to be caught in a chaotic crowd, surrounded by vague colored clusters, people in flowered clothes running around.

There were a lot of people screaming next to the ears, and among these screams, there were men's voices and women's. Han Feng had never heard a man's screams, but at this time, he realized that a man was desperate and could make such a terrifying sound. He couldn't understand what the people around him were saying, but he knew that they were speaking Yi. Bai Tong was not there, and there was no one to translate for him, but the meaning of these people's words was self-evident.

The sky was changing, the earth was shaking violently, and the people who were running could not stand steadily, and many of them fell to the ground while running, and then they were trampled by the people behind them, and they only screamed a few times, and then fell to the ground.

Houses fell in pieces, and the distant walls of the city fluctuated like waves, and then like great bricks and stones tumbled down the walls, smashing to pieces the people who had taken refuge beside the walls in vain to avoid the disaster.

This scene of human tragedy came to his eyes, making Han Feng want to lend a hand, but he was powerless. He was just a bystander, and it all seemed close to him, but it was far away. Even once he saw a little girl being pushed and shoved by several adults and fell in front of him, he reached over and tried to pull her, but the girl was obviously in front of him, but he couldn't reach her anyway, so he could only watch her being trampled to death.

These people didn't know him, and it wasn't the first time Han Feng had seen so many dead people. When he and Zhan Fan fought side by side, the two of them killed hundreds of thousands, and he never felt that he was too ruthless, and he never felt unbearable. But somehow, seeing these people who had never known him fall in groups in front of him, he felt a lot of affection, even heartache, and even his eyes were a little moist.

He couldn't close his eyes, he could only hold on to the end, and saw that only a few people in the city had escaped, and the vast majority had been buried in the rubble. He saw the people who ran out weeping silently about their former homeland, and saw a young man among them roaring with a halberd in his hand, and then he suddenly remembered the gentle cry in his ears.

"Xianggong-Xianggong-"

The voice was at first far away, but suddenly it came nearer, and it was in the ear, and it was in the ear. Han Feng's body shook suddenly, only to feel that the headache gradually subsided, and the whole person returned to normal. He raised his head and saw that the three women were all standing beside him, Mingxi and Liji looked at each other hostilely, only Wanrou only looked at him, full of horror.

"I'm fine. Han Feng smiled indifferently, but when he said it, he felt that his mouth was full of salt. He wiped his face, and then realized that he was actually in tears.

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