On the Black Wind Cliffs, there is a tribe that lives.

This part is called Suiming, and its inner tribesmen drill wood to make fire, and are born to the sun.

Or they are naturally afraid of the dark, so it has become their habit not to go out when it is dark.

Of course, there are other reasons.

That's a story that has been going on for years.

Legend has it that in the middle of the night, the resentment of the dead will stain the sky red, turning the moon into blood, and the gods will not see the killing.

At that moment, the souls of the dead will come to ask for their lives, and the creatures in the night will naturally become food.

Day after day, the resentment here accumulates more and more, and even the wind is invaded, dyed with a ghostly black, and the five fingers are missing.

And the misery of this world, the gods don't care, some people speculate that this is just a game of death, a herding in the world.

At this moment, Lin Zixuan and his party were going up the mountain, and everything around them, everyone watching was distracted.

There is no light in the sun and moon here, the canopy is blocked by miasma, and all that can be seen is weirdness.

The earth is buried with white bones, the loess is not visible, and the trees can only take root on the corpses, absorbing the nutrients of the decay.

And the dense black crows, which kept digging new graves with their claws, pecking at the organs of the dead, and devouring soft meat.

The pungent blood was blown by the wind, and it attracted a large number of poisonous insects, scrambling to eat it, and in the blink of an eye, it was a corpse again.

There are countless such scenes in this empty mountain.

"Jiang Chen, the dead here are all mortals, and there are no monks." Ratie found the clue and whispered.

Lin Zixuan was silent, most of the corpses were women and children, and there were also newborn babies, they were half-kneeling on the ground, as if they were completing some kind of ritual.

"These are sacrifices, their souls are sacrificed to the gods, their flesh and blood are devoured by the ghosts, and all that remains is a shell."

Sang Ling looked at the earth and spoke solemnly.

Between the words, Lin Zixuan slowly moved forward, driving away those poisonous insects and black crows, and his eyes showed a touch of complexity.

He could not change anything, all he could do was to make him suffer no more when he died.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

Lin Zixuan muttered in a low voice, he put down a fire, and then bent down and bowed respectfully.

At this moment, the mountains of dry bones piled up made the flames burn more and more fiercely, and in an instant, they turned into a sea of fire, and they frantically wanted to swallow the entire sky.

Everyone understands that it is the roar of the deceased who is unwilling to fate, and it is the resentment that cannot be dissolved in this life.

But the fierceness was only a moment, and the fire was suppressed by the strong wind, and the waves were rolled up, surging in all directions, and the earth was bright and dark.

Until the twilight, everything around has been burned out, and the flames are also at this moment, full of powerlessness, flickering and flickering, as if hiding a deep sigh.

Looking at the smoke that kept moving away, and looking at the corpses that had turned into embers, the clansmen of the priesthood also bowed their heads and were silent.

Lin Zixuan didn't dare to look at it anymore, and quickened his pace in the afterglow, for fear of missing the last kindness.

And so, another three days passed, without pause, and finally approached the city.

The city stands above the abyss, shrouded in mist, supported by eight mountains, majestic and at the same time, exudes a strong sense of oppression, intimidating visitors from all directions.

Lin Zixuan looked at the Suiming City, did not sigh, but walked up along the plank road, until he came to the top of the cliff, and saw the road to the sky.

It is eight ladders, respectively connecting the eight portals of the ancient city, looking up, you can see that in the clouds and mist, there are eight tall figures, standing in front of the city gate like a law image.

"Black Wind Cliff is forbidden to the sky, if you want to enter the city, this is the only way."

Between the words, Sang Ling had already left, and Lin Zixuan and the others no longer hesitated, and slowly walked to the end along the ladder, seeing the portal in the shape of a giant beast, and seeing the overhaul that guarded this place.

To be precise, it was a hundred-foot tall giant, with three heads and six arms, and nine big snakes wrapped around his shoulders, and the continuous spread of coercion in his body made everyone feel severe pain, and his body felt like it was collapsing.

At this moment, his huge eyes opened, and a thrilling golden light enveloped everyone in an instant, Lin Zixuan's heart roared, and that gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his body and see his body clearly.

After perceiving it, the giant did not notice anything unusual, so he moved out of the way and let everyone pass.

Stepping inside, a smell of fireworks fills the face, and the noise in the city and the dead silence in the mountains seem to be two worlds.

The shops on the street were making iron casters, the houses were burning wood and cooking meat, and the pedestrians in coarse linen clothes did not dare to disturb the nobility of the building, so they could only shuttle through the dark alleys, walking in a hurry.

In the tavern, there were many monks chatting about the world, and although that sentence was a trivial matter, it was an important piece of information for outsiders like Lin Zixuan.

"Recently, it's been lively, the three tribes of Qiyan, Yumin, and Dongyi have all come to Suiming City, and I heard that Lord Haoyang personally received them."

"The three of them have remnant saints in charge, and their chiefs are all extreme magicians, but I don't know what about the geniuses of their clan?"

"Anyway, seven days later will be the Suihe Ancient Festival, we have to hurry up and prepare."

"Yes, Suihe is the place where the ancestors of the past dynasties are buried, guarded by heavy soldiers all the year round, there are many magic weapons, countless opportunities, and the inheritance of ancestors, this opportunity must be seized."

Lin Zixuan and the others walked into the attic, and in the warm hospitality of the store, they booked a room to rest, and everyone lived separately.

He learned that the Great Demon Eagle survived on the flint, and the flint grew next to the Suihe River, but the Suihe River was the ancestral land of the Suiren and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

"You came at the right time, seven days later, the Suihe Ancient Festival will be held, and the restrictions will be lifted at that time, and I will also go to find a creation, old man."

The store brought some food and a few jars of wine, and he liked to communicate with these people outside the mountains, and he also wanted to know what kind of world was outside.

Lin Zixuan also answered all questions, he saw the light in the other party's eyes, it was a thirst for knowledge.

Time passed slowly, and when the lights were hung from the candlestick, Lin Zixuan knew more and more about this Suiming City, and the shopkeeper left in reluctance, and at the same time, he admonished earnestly.

"The danger of the Suihe Ancient Sacrifice not only comes from the Great Demon, but also from the Suiren, especially their Holy Maiden, who has an ominous body in her body, and the geniuses who coveted her body in previous years have all died, and after dark, tens of millions...... Don't go out! ”

Lin Zixuan nodded in agreement.

At this moment, two hours have passed, the sky outside is completely dark, and Lattie is also drowsy, and there seems to be a gust of wind blowing outside the window, making the candlestick lights flicker on and off, Lin Zixuan approached to observe, except for the deserted long street at night, everything is as usual.

"I'm going to buy some herbs tomorrow, and I heard from the store that this place is rich in winter withered ayahuas, which can be used to clot blood and strengthen bones."

He muttered in a low voice and closed the window, the aura here was thin, but the yin qi was extremely strong, fortunately, it did not affect his cultivation.

The night was very fast, when the sun shone on the morning mist, Lin Zixuan opened his eyes from meditation, and after a simple wash, he left the room.

Or it rained last night, the road was hazy everywhere, and the shop had customers coming early in the morning, Lin Zixuan searched and moved forward until he saw the tallest building in the city.

It is the Moon Worship Ghost Tower, and it is also the largest market in Suiming City, which has all kinds of goods.

The whole attic has seven floors, the lower six floors are open to the public, the top floor is for the powerful with status, and there are guards between each floor, in addition to maintaining order, they also collect a certain amount of tolls, but even so, they still can't stop those peddlers who want to do business.

Lin Zixuan paid the spirit stone and followed the flow of people, and before he went far, he could see a large number of shops selling herbs.

"The fire mulberry fruit of the cowardly wind, the snake tongue leaf that cures rotten meat, the bitter yang root that relieves cold poison, and the andrographis that can cause hallucinations."

Lin Zixuan's spirit was shocked, the variety of herbs was beyond his imagination.

He walked to the front of the shop to inquire about the price, bought some herbs for refining the body, and asked the store about the dead vine hidden in winter.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a yellow face, and he was very polite to Lin Zixuan.

"Winter withered dead vines, growing on the cliff of the Black Wind, only haunted at dusk, but after sunset, it is only half an hour before it gets dark, so it is extremely difficult to pick, and the general traders have no strength, only in the shop of the fourth layer of the Wu people."

"But Lord Wu has a strange personality, and the price offered is even more outrageous, are you sure of it, little brother?"

Lin Zixuan shook his head, but anticipation rose in his heart, so he said goodbye to the store and walked towards the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is not high, but the cost of passage is very expensive, which also restricts most pedestrians, so the monks who come here are either rich or expensive.

Of course, the interior here is also more prosperous, with white jade on the floor, agarwood on the wall, and even the Rui beasts on the beams are made of gold.

Lin Zixuan walked among these shops, his eyes were taken away by this dazzling array of eyes, and he was very amazed at the strength of these shops.

"The red motherwort that invigorates blood and replenishes qi, the flame swallowing pot that refines demons, and there is even Bi Fang's true feather!"

Lin Zixuan was short of breath, he knew that this thing was precious, so he didn't come closer.

So, he continued to move forward, and after some hard searching, he finally saw the winter withered ayasamba.

It was a white-covered vine, shaped like a baby's leg bone, with bloody leaves and grimace-like flowers.

The shopkeeper was an old man, dressed in a black feather robe, holding a bone bead, his eyes closed, and the bell on the rocking chair continued to echo as he swayed.

As if hearing the annoying footsteps, the old man was a little displeased, swept his cold eyes towards Lin Zixuan, and spoke gloomily.

"Old man, I'm in a bad mood today, and I don't want to sell anything."

Lin Zixuan hesitated for a moment, he took out a bottle of earth fire liquid from the storage bag, and took out a few half-summer gingers, these are the things he went into the mountain to keep out the cold, and the value is also comparable to the winter withered dead vine.

The old man raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly froze, and his right hand was raised instantly, grabbing the bottle of earth fire liquid, and his expression became solemn.

"Where did you get this?"

Lin Zixuan glanced at the old man deeply, although the earth fire liquid was unusual, it was definitely not precious, but the other party's attitude made him re-examine the matter, so he pretended to hesitate to speak.

"Senior, I found this thing in the Fire Phoenix Nest, and I was injured and bled when I fought with it."

Lin Zixuan quickly took it back from the old man's hand, and reluctance appeared on his face.

"Boy, you sell that thing to me, and hide the dead endburn in winter, and you can take three."

The old man smiled, and after he looked at it intently, a strong longing rose in his heart, because it was contaminated with the breath of the god of fire.

"Senior, I also rotted three magic weapons and used more than a dozen escape talismans."

Lin Zixuan looked reluctant, as if the thing had exhausted his efforts and paid a great price.

The old man's eyes shrank, his mood began to fluctuate, he saw the other party's thoughts, but he could only swallow and increase his chips.

"Besides, you can take anything in my shop."

Lin Zixuan suppressed the excitement in his heart, he felt that there should be room for improvement, so he continued to speak.

"I slept in the tomb for seven days, and then I went home and lay down for more than a month."

The old man's face sank, staring at Lin Zixuan deadly, he had never seen such a shameless person, but the hateful thing was that he still looked innocent, as if everything was taken for granted.

"Three pieces!! Plus the old man owes you a favor, this is the limit of what I can do. ”

Lin Zixuan nodded, he knew that he would accept it when he saw it, and he also understood the truth of being forgiving and forgiving, so he took the earth fire liquid to the old man.

After all, he was also afraid that the other party would regret it.

The old man calmed down, threw Lin Zixuan a stone talisman, and said with disgust on his face.

"There is an old man's divine thought engraved here, I can make a shot for you at the Suihe Ancient Festival, and also, take away those few rotten gingers, it looks an eyesore."

Lin Zixuan put the winter withered ayakutan into the bag, picked out the medicinal liquid and beast blood, and took off the small black sword hanging on the wall, and then smiled at the shopkeeper, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"No, I'll give it to you, just keep it as a souvenir."