Looking at the rivers and mountains, San'in.

It was nearly dusk, and the whole sky was rendered gorgeous by the sunset, and those strange burning clouds, like all the absurd smiles of teeth and claws, were overlooking the strange light of the world.

The city of Pinglan is very lively, with thousands of households, and the smoke of cooking rises in the dusk.

Wangjiang Mountain is also very lively, thousands of monks, stepping on the top of the mountain, looking up at the sky in the hunting wind.

Involved here were not only the young monks of the major families and their invited peers, but also the demon guards and demon exterminators from the Imperial Court Hanging Lantern Division.

There are also some outstanding disciples from various sects, of course, the various sects referred to here are all local sects of Cangling County.

The Great Zhou is so big, there are too many sects, there are one hundred and eight sects alone, and the rest of the ordinary sects are even more numerous.

In addition to sects, there are also gangs, academies, etc., and there are so many combinations of forces, which is enough for a person who has specialized in these affairs since childhood to learn dazzlingly.

When Song Ciwan listened to Xie Yunxiang's introduction of these, while carefully memorizing various points, he had another thought in his heart:

Sit and forget the heart Sutra, abandon the form of work, and do nothing to feel at ease.

The opposite interpretation is that all things in the world are laborious, absorbing the camp and working hard, and planning and calculating and laboring.

If people work hard in the world, how can they become immortals?

But what if you don't care about anything, and you don't count others, but others come to count you?

Therefore, in the final analysis, it is still necessary to cultivate personal strength, cultivate into a living true immortal, and cultivate it to be a blue sun! When you transcend by your own strength, all worldly disputes will be like dust.

Speaking of which, Xie Yunxiang knows and learns very extensively, which is certainly related to his family background, but in fact, not every child of a family can be as knowledgeable as him.

So Xie Yunxiang is really not a mediocre talent, he also has his strengths and advantages.

But his cultivation is low, this is the original sin, and all the good will make way for this original sin!

He then took Song Ciwan to stand at the very edge of the Xie family's camp, but there were also people who greeted him, and if he was polite, he also talked politely, and if he was yin and yang, he responded with a smile.

There was a young man named Xie Zhang, with two congenital Dao Protector Martial Artists by his side, walking past Xie Yunxiang proudly.

Xie Zhang squinted his eyes and glanced at Xie Yunxiang, and pretended to bow his hand to him, "Hey, this is not Uncle Twenty-Three." I heard that Uncle Twenty-Three never participated in the opening of Phantom Netherworld City in the past, why did he change his style now? ”

"Oh, I understand, Uncle Twenty-Three has been in the Qi Transformation Stage for ten years, but he has always been trapped in the middle stage of Qi Transformation and cannot advance an inch. Alas, it is also impossible, if you don't come to the Phantom Netherworld City to find an opportunity, I'm afraid that there is no hope of breaking through the Qi refining in this life! ”

"But the twenty-third uncle's cultivation is low, this time ......"

The words fell, and Xie Zhang's eyes caught a glimpse of "Xin Fu" next to him.

When Song Ciwan created Xin Fu's vest, he deliberately controlled his breath in the early stage of qi refining without covering it up.

In the eyes of the young and vigorous Xie Zhang, this breath was like a puff of fire in the dark sky, bright and blazing, stabbing him suddenly.

Xie Zhang's words paused, he was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out in a tone of disbelief: "Twenty-third uncle, this is the protector you invited?" ”

He looked at Song Ciwan with a vigilant and cautious gaze, and a strong emotion was captured by the scales at this moment.

[Human desire, the shock, anger, and anger of immortal cultivators in the Qi Transformation Period, one catty and six taels, can be sold. 】

Hey, the gate of the Phantom City hasn't even entered yet, and the appetizers will automatically go first!

This trip was not wrong.

At this time, I suddenly saw the burning clouds in the sky surging up layer by layer.

The clouds are covered with scales, like waves rolling, like waves piling up snow. That kind of grandeur and magnificence rushed straight down from the sky, with an indescribable momentum, so that everyone standing on the top of the mountain at that time lost their voices at this moment.

Xie Zhang was speechless, and after a while, he was called away by a low shout: "Zhang'er, come back quickly!" ”

Xie Zhang jumped up in surprise and jumped to the side of the person who made the sound.

At the same time, I saw that among the clouds, I don't know when an ethereal figure walked in the void.

At first glance, that figure seemed to be as tall as an ordinary person, but in a trance, he seemed to be infinitely big, as if he was standing up to the sky!

With the clouds above his head and his feet on the top of the mountain, the majestic momentum came to his face, and the people lost their voices collectively again.

What kind of character is this?

Or, which immortal family is this?

He didn't say a word, just a green leaf popped out of his hand at this moment.

The green leaves swirled and flew away, breaking through the red clouds in the sky, tearing the entire sky and mountains into a huge black hole!

It's not just a black hole, it's more like an abyss that can't be explored, on the opposite side of the world, looking down on the earthly world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Phantom City is open, let's go."

In the sky, an old and ethereal voice resounded in everyone's ears.

Song Ciwan lowered her head, and at some point, there was an extra green leaf in her hand!

The appearance of this leaf is very similar to the one that has just broken through the clouds. It's just that it's smaller, and it seems to be lighter.

When he looked up again, Song Ciwan suddenly felt that the light and shadow changed, and the whole person had a sense of weightlessness for a moment.

The next moment, Song Ciwan staggered forward, she exerted her great power, suddenly stood firm, and then looked around, but the scene in front of her actually changed!

The fire clouds are gone, and this is no longer the top of the Wangjiang Mountain surrounded by fairy spirits.

Over here...... The sky is dark, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in a layer of scribbled dark drawing paper, which feels distorted from reality.

There was no strong vitality in the air, on the contrary, an indescribable cold aura began to surround Song Ciwan's body.

It made her feel unwell for a moment.

Song Ciwan immediately held his breath and continued to look around.

She already understood in her heart that this should be the arrival of the Phantom City.

It turned out that just one step, she stepped into the Phantom City!

However, there was no one else around, and Xie Yunxiang was gone.

Where did the others go?

As soon as they entered the city, everyone was automatically separated, or was she the only one separated from Xie Yunxiang?

Other than that...... Song Ciwan looked down at the leaves in his hand.

Where did this leaf come from?

What does it do?

Is she going to take this leaf with her?

Song Ciwan pondered for a moment, but he didn't throw away the leaves. But she couldn't do anything like stuff the leaf into her arms.

She took a purse from the talisman, stuffed the leaves into the purse, and hung it around her wrist.

Song Ciwan's spiritual sense is strong now, and she instinctively feels that if she wants to walk in the Phantom City, it is best to carry this leaf with her.

Looking around, there are no obvious city streets around, and there seems to be a towering mountain shadow in front of it.

There are many shadows on the mountain road, and it seems that someone is standing.

Tell my friends that I may have stayed up too late recently, and the author feels that his energy is always low, and he is sleepy during the day and awake at night. I can't go on like this, if I do this again, maybe even if I have the heart to make up for it, the time will stay up later and later, and finally fall into a vicious circle.

I'm not going to continue writing tonight, I'm going to sleep right now, and I'm trying to adjust my biological clock as soon as possible, and then update it stably.

Thank you for your support and love for you, refill~

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