I have to say that the alchemy technique of the Ghost Elder's Fengshan Sect is indeed clever. Under normal circumstances, even if Duan Chen's talent was a demon, it would be difficult to refine the Earth Xuan King Weapon in just one hour. And when his body disappeared completely, the jungle, where he was before, suddenly and strangely appeared a black mist.

Since this black fog appeared, it dissipated without a trace as soon as it appeared, and was replaced by a fish white dragon suit, a murderous Emperor Qian, Qianxizi.

"I didn't expect it to be a step too late. ”

Looking up at the sky, in the direction where Duan Chen disappeared, there was a trace of helplessness on the face of this Emperor Qian, but in this helplessness, there was more unspeakable surprise, as if there was something that made this Emperor Qiandi incomprehensible.

Looking up at the sky, he seemed stunned.

"Could it be that kid went to the boundless prairie......"

At the moment when the black mist appeared, this Emperor Qiandi seemed to sense something, so much so that all he could see was the direction in which Duan Chen had disappeared.

The next moment, Emperor Qian, who seemed to be standing quietly in place without moving at all, saw that his body was illusory and distorted, and it actually turned into a cloud of black mist, and the jungle disappeared in milliseconds, which can be described as extremely weird.

......

There was an episode of Emperor Qian, and Xue Ling was so weak that it would take a while to recover, so Duan Chen didn't travel and sightsee at all, and used his sword to go straight to the boundless prairie.

This time he went to the boundless prairie, his purpose was not so clear, the night lonely soul, Stuman'er, or the living tendon lotus used to refine the elixir for his father...... And deep in his heart, there is inevitably another existence, that is, the gate to the Heavenly Xuan Realm.

But. At the moment, he didn't know much about the Heavenly Xuan Realm at all. I don't know if I want to go there or not.

Speaking of the boundless prairie. Far different from the two kingdoms of Xiling and Daqian, it can be said that they are a real mixture of fish and dragons, and any kind of character will exist, but there is no force that dares to claim to be the master of the boundless prairie.

However, if you don't have a certain strength, or the ability to protect yourself, then in this boundless prairie, you may lose your life at any time. It is impossible to predict when there will be a conflict with others.

Under the sky, a thousand miles of blue, but not vast, you can see the hills everywhere, the flat land is green, the hills are also green, everywhere the green wants to flow, gently flowing into the clouds. But if you look at this blue thousand miles in the sky, it is vast and vast. Breathtaking.

And when Duan Chen came here, the rain of Feifei. It has long been like a hazy smoke, covering the boundless prairie that stretches for thousands of miles.

For some reason, when stepping on the slippery green grass, all his previous suppressed emotions were gone, and he seemed to be more comfortable than he had ever been.

At this moment, as far as his vision could see, it was a hazy green, and there were no buildings at all.

"Hehe, such a quiet and beautiful place, how can killing machines be everywhere, it seems that the old man of the master is inevitably sensitive. ”

He had heard about this boundless prairie from the ghost elder, but at this moment, he came to feel the fresh air, the fragrance of the green grass, and the fact that there was no trace of the rain now, but he was a little suspicious of the ghost elder's words.

Of course, this was just a feeling for him in the moment, not really underestimating this boundless prairie.

Standing on the spot about the time of tea, he took a step and walked towards the hazy depths of the misty rain, seemingly at ease.

......

About fifty miles away from where he was, there was a small town, which was nothing more than a collection of scattered buildings. In the meantime, there are many similar tents and the like, which can be described as a hodgepodge of many people.

The town was named after a merchant, so Simon Town is also the closest town in the boundless prairie to the Great Qian Empire. Therefore, for many years, the town can also be called a transit station or the like, and the actual settlement here barely adds up to more than 100.

However, staying here on weekdays, or staying temporarily, keeps the number of people in the town at thousands per day, which can be described as a lively scene of its own.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there is only this Simon town, but no matter where it comes from, there are very few people who will have conflicts in the town, perhaps because the existence of the town is rare, or for some other reason.

However, today's Simon town is stranger quieter than before, as if shrouded in a dead silence, and those small vendors, who only have three or five small vendors, seem to be cowering in the corners, and they are all afraid to come forward, for fear that they will be noticed.

And those who think they have some strength, they are the only ones around the wellhead in the sparse town, and from time to time there will be a few words, and even have a gloating look like watching a play.

As for the hundred or so people who settled in the town, they were all gathered at the edge of the well, all with solemn expressions, and even crying in a low voice, and their bodies trembled, and the whole atmosphere was unprecedentedly depressing.

Next to the well, which was a width of a foot in diameter, there were five corpses in unison, but all of them had no heads, and their bodies should not exceed twenty.

"What do you think about this, Lord Mayor. ”

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties and the father of one of the five corpses, but he was extremely calm at this moment. Or maybe he didn't know how to deal with such a scene. After all, this kind of thing seems to be the first time in this Simon town.

The mayor, as he called it, was an old man of his sixties, emaciated, with a gray goatee, and a dull yellow face, and he stood there curled up, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

However, at this moment, no one present at this moment, and even the entire Simon Town from all over the world, dared to ignore the existence of this old man, and even a pair of eyes fell on the old man's body, as if waiting for the old man's reaction in the next moment.

Hearing this, the old man didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, frowned slightly, and looked at the five corpses again. However, the old man's gaze swept over the chests of the five corpses.

Judging from the old man's expression, he seemed to be full of doubts about these five corpses, and it seemed that these five corpses were a little inexplicable. However, as the old man's brows furrowed more and more, there was also a trace of killing intent in his deep eyes.

At the same time, there was silence all around, and there was no more talk, as if a pin drop could be heard.

And when the old man looked around, he wanted to speak.

Out of nowhere, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, completely breaking the dead silence of this moment.

The next moment.

Almost everyone heard of it.

I saw that at the end of the town's only similar street, a figure quietly walked in the hazy rain. (To be continued......)