The steps of the city gate extend downward, the lake stone is paved, and the street in front of it is sunken as a whole, several feet below the ground, and it is actually a sunken ancient city.

"Dangdangdang-" Zhijiazhen's ears were filled with the sound of the long sword's blows, boiling and endless. As far as the eye can see, huge rings are lined up in neat squares, covering the main roads of the ancient city. In the ring, the sword qi was agitated, the carp and rabbits in the competition rose and fell, and the frequent exchanges were fought, and the sword light of Mingyao rose and fell.

Under the ring, many carp people watched the competition with full attention, sometimes raising their swords to imitate the competition, and sometimes bursting into bursts of high-pitched cheers.

In just a short period of time, Zhi Hunting Zhen witnessed more than a hundred kinds of bizarre swordsmanship, as well as special sword techniques such as flying sword techniques, pupil sword secret techniques, invisible sword qi, and sonic sword qi, which made him breathtaking.

On the periphery of the street, surrounded by high walls that glitter like glass, countless niche-like houses are carved out of the walls, decorated with wooden doors and windows. Between the cracks in the walls, turquoise, deep purple, lake blue, and crimson grass vines protruded, climbing in all directions, interweaving into a gorgeous carpet of colors.

"Guess what this city was?" Meng Mengda sat on Zhi Kari's shoulder, and casually pulled up a purple-red grass vine, braided it into two small colored rings, and hung it on his ears.

Zhikashi looked around, and there were tiny droplets of water on the ground, houses, and grass vines, as if they were very wet. He glanced over the high wall around the city, and said hesitantly, "Could it be that this is a lake?"

"Bingo! That's right!" Meng Mengda raised her middle finger and index finger and made a gesture that Zhi Kajin couldn't understand, "It was said that a long, long time ago, a bullish carp swordsman passed by here and was attacked by a fierce monster in the lake. He felt very shameless, and killed the monster with a sword, and by the way, he dried all the lake water, and fell into a large pit. Lanyue City was built on the bed of a dry lake. After the story is told, a flower shell coin is promised. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen stretched out his hand to rub the shiny city wall, imagining that a sword broke through the air and cut the lake, the water waves steamed instantly, and the surrounding mud and stones were burned in the sword qi, like a high-temperature barbecue, and finally formed a glass-shaped wall.

The sword qi burning lake is obviously the level of refining the Void and Combining the Dao. Didn't even such a supreme master jump over the Tianhe Dragon Gate? Zhi Hunt Zhen walked along the side of the street, with houses embedded in the walls and many shops, mainly selling auxiliary materials for swordsmanship cultivation and medicinal herbs for strengthening the body. In a few shops, he found some rare materials for witchcraft.

On the circular street in the center of the city, the sword hall and the dojo are gathered, the gate is like a market, and the plaques are hung on the beams and eaves, and the plaques are inlaid with colorful snail shell fragments: "Everything is inferior, but the sword is high." If you learn the sound sword skills, you will become a hero in 100 days!""As long as you don't die, you will practice to the death!Spiral Sword Qi Dojo, you can cry and cry your mother!" "Who has not died since ancient times, keep the sword heart and sweat the green!The secret method of the sword heart is quickly formed, all in the Infinite Sword Pavilion!""Raise your head to look at the Tianhe, bow your head and practice the sword hard! Tianhe Sword Dance Flow, you deserve it!"

Most of the carp warriors who came in and out of the sword hall were from all over the world, and there were some young carp boys, carrying a variety of sword weapons, nibbling on bread in their mouths, coming and going in a hurry.

"Hey, uncle, let me go, don't block the door. The two female carp boys walked out of the dojo of the "Sword Pill Flying Heavenly Stream", raised their heads impatiently, and said to Zhi Hunt Zhen, "Our time is precious, and we have to rush to the next sword hall to train." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen turned sideways and asked tentatively, "Ask the two little friends, can you really learn the art of flying swords here?"

A female carp boy glanced at him: "Uncle, you haven't learned to walk yet, how can you want to fly?"

"If the young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad. That's what you're talking about, isn't it?" the two female carp boys exchanged their heads and walked away.

Zhi Hunt was really silent, and laughed cutely: "Are you despised? These carp boys have been brainwashed a long time ago, and they only know how to practice swords all day long, and they have to run seven or eight sword halls a day." ”

"Maybe it's deliberate, in order to cultivate the purest sword heart. Zhi Kashi muttered. He spent more than half an hour walking around the city and getting acquainted with the terrain. Close to the back city gate, the deep alleys are staggered, and the inns are all over the place, which can provide free food and lodging for the carp warriors from all over the world. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhi Hunt really found a small inn and settled down temporarily.

There is no furnishings in the room except for a bed, and the bare mud walls are covered with messy sword marks, and there are many messages engraved with bold words such as "I am Ali, a carp warrior from Xitang Town, I will definitely jump on the dragon gate!"

Meng Meng jumped on the bed and jumped a few times excitedly. The bed was a rectangular pit of earth with a thick hay mattress, revealing the sour smell of years.

Zhijia Zhen pushed open the wooden window, and in the night sky, the silver moon was as bright as a jade plate, and the shadows of the high walls were cast, reflecting the half-light and half-dark lanes crisscrossing below. He deliberately chose the upstairs guest room, so that he could be condescending and observe the movement around.

In the distance, the noise of the ring gradually subsided, and the flow of people melted into the streets and alleys of the city like scattered and rolling water droplets. The occasional sound of sporadic footsteps, like foam floating on the surface of the lake, is fleeting.

Lanyue City fell silent.

Shin began to process the purchased witch materials, some of which needed to be chopped and mixed well, and some of which needed to be soaked in wet water. Meng Meng looked at it for a while, feeling bored, and got into the hay mattress, curled up, yawned and fell asleep.

When the yin qi was the heaviest ugly, Zhi Hunt Zhen began to refine the "nail head soul hooking face".

Among the many soul techniques in the "Thirteen Records of Zhutian", the nail head hooking soul face belongs to the Chinese method, and the spell caster will definitely bear the backlash. If it weren't for the warning of the witch spirit, Zhi Hunt Zhen would not have been easily sacrificed.

"Peng!" the brazier shook, and a cluster of miserable blue flames came out, swirling and writhing, illuminating the surroundings like a prison.

This is the secret fire of the witch clan, which uses more than ten kinds of precious plants and trees such as Soul Breaking Grass, Nanke Wood, and Nightmare Vine as fuel, which can greatly increase the power of witchcraft sacrifices.

Zhi Kari really cut his fingers, dripped blood on the yin mud fruit on the human face, and silently recited the secret mantra in his mouth. The fruit was quickly wrapped in blood, and the patterns on it suddenly squirmed slightly, like a small mouth, devouring the blood completely.

Zhi Hunt Zhen continued to drip blood, repeating this several times, until the Yin mud fruit on the human face became bright red. He lifted the human-faced yin mud fruit to him, face to face with himself, and at the same time walked around the brazier with his feet, chanting secret mantras while constantly sprinkling the processed powder of various auxiliary materials on the human-faced yin mud fruit.

The pattern of the yin mud fruit on the human face began to change, and the ears, mouth, nose, eyebrows and ...... gradually appeared Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "click", and the pattern cracked, revealing a pair of dead and dull tattooed eyes.

Zhi Hunt Zhen let out a low cry, urging the witch spirit, and the eight-winged golden cicada released two bright rays of light, which projected out from Zhi Hunt Zhen's eye socket and landed in the eyes of the human face Yin Mud Fruit.

The eyes of the yin-faced mud fruit blinked, and suddenly let out a cry, like a demon crying at night, and the hair of a man was terrible. Its features trembled violently, becoming similar to Shin Chikari, and the corners of its mouth turned up, revealing an eerie smile at him.

Zhi Hunt Zhen threw it into the brazier, and with a bang, the yin mud fruit on the human face exploded, turning into a wisp of green smoke, and condensed in mid-air. As soon as the detective grabbed it, the green smoke disappeared, and in the palm of his hand, there was a lifelike face imprint, still with a strange smile.