Earlier, when the Huangquan Mohe appeared, the whole city began to move, among which the ghost area of the south city was the most violent, followed by the east market.

Although there was also turmoil in the Nanshi Demon Prison, it was only a small area of cracking, and it did not spread outward. Although there is only a group of domes in the center of the dark felt in the West City, the tremor was felt strongest in the place where Yu was located, but the speed of spreading outward was very fast.

In the center of the dark felt, the continuous ground movement caused the cracks that started from the periphery of the Dunjia room to spread outward, and the gradually expanding cracks continued to destroy the surrounding formations, and the shattered grass ground fell into the abyss below.

Soon, in the Huangquan Road, there was not much left of the dome group in the center of the dark felt, only the dome of the outermost room was crumbling, supporting on the fragmented grass.

It was precisely because of the instability of the place where Yu Wan landed that when he jumped to the next ground, he fell into the Huangquan Road and disappeared along with the Huangquan Road.

However, within a few breaths of her disappearance, the crack in the ground suddenly stopped spreading rapidly, and the ground movement also slowed down, and it was not long before it completely calmed down.

At this time, taking advantage of the ground movement, the formation outside the dark felt was shattered, and the monks who had already escaped from the dark felt were all restrained by an extremely terrifying coercion.

Some of them were trapped in place and could not move, some of them had been shaken into chaff under the pressure, and some of them were jumping from one place to another when the pressure came down, only to fall directly into the crack in the middle of the way.

And Ling Yu, who had already become an old man, had already been unable to dodge, and fell into the abyss under his feet before he escaped from the dark felt, not knowing life and death.

The fleeing monks in the West City were suppressed in place at this time, each with a face as dead ashes, unable to watch the monks in black robes flying from the southeast and far away, tying them up one by one, and leading them back to the southeast.

And not far from them, Gao Yan and Gao Xian, who had already fallen into the crack in the ground in their sleep, were respectively enveloped by a shroud of spiritual light that scattered light of light blue, and were carried to the sky above the city, flying quickly towards the southeast side.

The center of the city, the house of the penal day.

Fan Hua, who was dressed in a dark robe, with gold trim on his collar and sleeves, had a dark face, hanging in the sky above the Xingtian Mansion, and his divine sense covered the entire city, looking around at the mess in the city.

After some strange ground movements, the city at this moment has long since lost its orderly appearance before.

The entire southern city has completely collapsed, and the western city has almost completely disappeared, only the westernmost azure dome stands there like an isolated island, only relying on the formation to maintain the final stability.

The situation in the East Market is also very bad, except for the edge near the four city walls, almost everything else is in ruins, and dense spider web-like cracks are all over the ground of the East City.

The situation is most serious in the center of it, where the mansion of the head of the three cities, including him, has long since disappeared, and the ground has cracked and fallen into the abyss, turning into a large, bottomless black cavern.

The cold ghost qi in the depths of the cave continued to climb up the cliff wall, but it was suppressed by Fan Hua's divine powers, and it was completely impossible to break through, just like the situation under the abyss in Nanshi and Xishi.

As for the North Market, it is the best situation here, at least on the surface, the North City is still the same as before, and there is no damage visible to the naked eye.

But Fan Hua knew that Beishi was by no means as calm as it seemed.

After all, since he left the customs, he sent a transmission note to Fan Guitao, wanting to ask what was going on in the city.

However, until now, almost half an hour, he has not received any reply from Fan Guitao, not even a message.

When Fan Guitao was originally selected to follow him into the city, he took a fancy to her cultivation talent and ability to deal with things, which could facilitate the demon and ghost clans when she was in retreat, and hold the power of the city.

But if even Fan Guitao herself is trapped......

Fan Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but be very disappointed in Fan Guitao, feeling that Fan Guitao might not be able to take on a big responsibility.

However, he thought about it, and with the power of the Great Perfection of the Transformation God, it took him half an hour to suppress the rebellion in the four cities.

If it weren't for the sudden weakening of the previous ghost realm in the West City, and the entire collapse of the South City, it would be impossible for him to suppress the misty ghost realm in the city at such a small cost.

Thinking like this, Fan Hua's body shook suddenly, his right hand was raised, and his palm slapped down fiercely on his forehead.

"Poof..."

A stream of blood spat out, and Fan Hua's eyes returned to clarity. At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was very heavy.

Unexpectedly, there was still a hidden existence in the city, not only quietly breaking through his protective qi, but also successfully disturbing his spiritual clarity, so that he almost fell into the illusion......

It seems that the other party is not small, and it should not be underestimated......

Thinking like this in his heart, Fan Hua's right hand injected a spiritual light into the token on his waist, and then a light blue light mask popped out, enveloping his entire body.

Feeling the warm, fresh, and vibrant breath inside the mask, Fan Hua took a deep breath and began to think about the perpetrators of this disaster.

Although the aura of destroying the city is mixed, it is obviously a ghost cultivator, could it be Qin Yu's house?

Knowing Qin Yu's character, coupled with the fact that the whole city is now a bright and shabby evidence, Fan Hua's face turned dark, and he directly detained all the pots on Qin Yu.

Damn, this seat has already made such a big concession, not only letting him occupy the best Nanshi in the city, but even promising them the right to give preference to those aliens and monks......

Isn't it just borrowing their spiritual objects from the underworld and the cold air of the valley, how can they be so greedy... It even made the city a miasma......

If he hadn't woken up from his meditation in time, the entire city would have completely disappeared from the Cold Heaven Domain.

Fan Hua was very angry in his heart, he didn't understand what benefit it would be to Qin Yu himself to be like this, could it be that he really wanted to occupy the entire city?

Thinking of the last time he was on the agenda, Qin Yu's face was full of flesh and his arrogant appearance, and Fan Hua was angry in his heart.

Knowing this, he shouldn't have gotten used to Qin Yu's fight for the sake of the underworld......

"City Lord, there is nothing unusual in the North City for the time being. But there is no life in the hell, everyone... Everybody is gone......"

Holding a breath in his heart, he was interrupted by his subordinates who came back from the investigation in Beishi the next moment, Fan Hua took a deep breath to calm himself.

His thoughts were retracted, and his subordinates who were sent to the other three cities to investigate in his divine sense also began to rush back, he nodded, and then his figure flashed, and the whole person instantly returned to the meeting hall of the Xingtian Mansion.

Now the situation, no matter how depressed it is, is just useless, he needs to understand the situation in the city and the loss as soon as possible, and he must not let the hard work accumulated over hundreds of years go to waste.

Thinking so in his heart, Fan Hua quickly reined in his mind and no longer bothered with Qin Yu's problem.

He looked at the four henchmen at the head of the group and asked them to report the current losses and current situation of each city one by one.

White Tiger City.

It was late at night, and the city was silent and peaceful, but a bell rang out from the city lord's mansion on the highest mountain in the center of the city.

The sound of the Taoist bell was not as dull as usual, but on the contrary, the sound was loud but full of sorrow, and the sound was like the cry of a bird crying blood, and it spread to every corner of the city.

In a small courtyard, accompanied by the sound of a bell, a mournful wail came from the house and resounded throughout the courtyard......

All around the city, the sound of whining and weeping came and went, and the bell rang out mournfully.

In a cave not far from the city, Li Nian was in a cold sweat on his forehead, biting his upper and lower teeth and teeth, and he was enduring the pain and constantly broadening his new meridians.

At this time, he suddenly heard a faint mournful cry, and a trace of sadness inexplicably appeared in his heart, and then disappeared in an instant.

He didn't pay much attention to it, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to come back to his senses, and continued to enter the pain of widening his meridians.

And at this moment, Ling Huan, who was standing in the Cuilin Mansion of Elephant Tiger City, watching Qin Yuqing and Wei Yan, the city lord of Elephant Tiger City, constantly engage in verbal exchanges, suddenly tingled in his heart, and then the white jade spirit pendant that was already covered with fine cracks on his waist instantly cracked.

Ling Pei split and flew around, interrupting the two in the confrontation.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Ling Huan's mouth, and his eyes were red.

He knelt on the ground, his hands constantly collecting the debris of the ground, and gathered them towards his chest.

At this time, he had long forgotten that he was a monk, and he could easily recover all the fragments with his spiritual power.

When a man dies, the bell rings.

This is the custom that has always been in White Tiger City.

The jade is broken, and the person dies.

Ling Huan knew that his younger brother would never come back.

I started working during this time, and I tried to change it every day.