And at this time, the city became clearer and clearer.

The hundreds of meters high city wall seemed to be able to leap up, as if they could already touch it as long as they stretched out their hands, and he could even feel a desolation, a vicissitudes of life slowly emanating from the city.

Just as Yizhu lost his mind, Xuantian Cang said calmly: "This city is also shrouded in a very ancient formation, if you don't enter through the gate, it will be wiped out by the formation in an instant. ”

Hearing Xuan Tiancang's explanation, Yizhu nodded indifferently.

A few people didn't take a few steps, and they lined up at the back of the line, and the monks behind them were still rushing to this side, but most of the monks who came here were participating in the Lingwu Xuantian Society with the sect master, basically ten or twenty people together, and some of the disciples of the Guangling Sea Realm with high cultivation had more than fifty, and they didn't have to think about it to know that these must be top-level second-rate sects.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't see a group of sects with only three Spirit Sea Realm disciples appearing. Fortunately, there is Xuan Tiancang behind him, and although many monks around him point fingers at his group, they don't dare to say anything, and the sect with the monks of the Merge Realm is at least close to the strength of the top second-rate sect.

The time was approaching evening, and a few people came to the gate of Jianyun City, until now, there was a steady stream of monks lining up next to Jianyun City waiting to enter the city, Yizhu secretly glanced behind him, this is not good, he was startled at a glance, and the queue that could not be seen at a glance was probably lined up to tens of thousands of meters.

However, to Yizhu's surprise, so many top monks came to participate in the Lingwu Xuantian Meeting, but none of them made trouble and cut in line.

Outside the gate of Jianyun City, a group of people who are registering to enter the city at this moment, there are at least seventy or eighty people as far as the eye can see, and they don't have to think about it to know that it must be a huge sect, among which three old men took the lead in walking towards the registration office, among the young people in the line, there were four people's breath, which gave Yizhu a very uncomfortable feeling, Yizhu was very puzzled, why these four young people would bring such an indescribable disgust to themselves.

These four teenagers don't look like seventeen-year-old boys at all, this should be the demon monks of this sect after the frozen awakening!

Yi Zhu thought at the same time in his heart that the spiritual power aura on these teenagers was amazingly strong, and between everyone's eyebrows was a kind of Ling Ran power that was enough to make the vast majority of his peers ashamed.

Two of them looked about fifty years old, and the other had gray hair and beard, as if he was seventy or eighty years old, but his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were as calm as ice, like an old man living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

"Wait a minute, a few people. ”

One of the Sword Cloud City guards guarding the city gate stepped forward and said politely:

"I don't know which sect you belong to, please register here first, and then enter the city later. ”

After listening to the guards guarding the city, the old man led by him spoke slowly:

"Little one, you haven't been here for a long time, and you don't even know the old man?"

It seems that the man guarding the city doesn't buy the old man's set at all, and after listening to the other party's words, he said with angry eyebrows:

"The disciple was ordered by Elder Mo Yan to guard again, and asked the seniors to abide by the rules and register quickly, there are still many sects waiting to enter the city. ”

"Sure enough, he is a disciple of a first-class sect, even if it is a small guard, he is so courageous, learning to be a little boy. ”

Xuan Tiancang said secretly in his heart.

After this son finished speaking, the old man's brows furrowed slightly, and before he could speak, the spiritual power of the old man's body on both sides of him was instantly released, and he angrily pointed at the guards and roared:

"A small city defender dares to be so disrespectful to our Jinyang Sect Master, I think you are tired of it. ”

As soon as the words fell, a powerful mockery came. "Junior, it is not easy to practice, the old man advises you to be careful in your words and deeds. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man led by him instantly broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly said to the void:

"It's okay for the juniors to discipline them, and I also ask Mo Yan's seniors to calm their anger, and the juniors will register into the city. ”

"I'll go, who was talking just now! The kid felt that the aura of the old man at the head was much stronger than that of the elder Tiancang, why was he frightened like this by a sentence. ”

Yizhu looked at Xuan Lingzi in surprise and asked.

"These people haven't seen them in this sect either, they should have come from several other empires, as for the cultivation of those old men, this sect can't see it, but the one who spoke just now is a big man in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect!

The Supreme Elder of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' who has the cultivation of the Dacheng Realm 'Ask Mo Yan'!"

Although Yizhu didn't know 'Ask Mo Yan', when he heard Dacheng Cultivation, he gasped, no wonder the old man who was the leader was so afraid, there were few Dacheng cultivators in the entire Purple Cloud Continent.

Looking at Yizhu with a nervous face, Tiancang smiled slightly and whispered:

"In fact, in this continent, there are many monks with advanced cultivation, all of whom have gone into hiding, the so-called heaven and earth outside the heavens, you kid should be low-key when you come here, even the old man who is the leader of the cultivation is also between half a step of tribulation. ”

After waiting for half a cup of tea, he found that there was no sound coming, and the old man at the head sighed deeply, and at the same time glared at the two elders behind him with an unkind face, and then said to the monk guarding the city with a smile:

"Little brother, the old man is Yu Jinyang, the sect leader of the Yanyue Dao Sect, and I bother you to help us register. ”

Seeing that the old man was soft, the monk guarding the city didn't say much, and then asked:

"I'm tired of the Jinyang Sect Master to hand over the jade slip of your sect's participation, the juniors need to count the number of participants and the list, if it is correct, the sect master can bring the people of the sect into the city." ”

"Look. ”

After the old man in front handed over the jade slip and the list, he said lightly.

After the monk guarding the city took the jade slip and the list, he quickly swept it with his eyes, put it away, and then took out a jade plate and handed it to the old man, and said at the same time:

"Welcome to the Yanyue Dao Sect to come to participate in the Lingwu Xuantian Meeting, this is your sect's identity jade plate, which can be used for the admission of spectators and disciple testing, the Jinyang Sect Master can first take the fifty disciples who participated in the meeting to the 'Biyun Palace' to check whether they have achieved the qualifications for membership.

Here, the juniors still have to say a few more words, any fighting is forbidden in Sword Cloud City, and if you don't comply, you will bear the consequences! After speaking, the monk guarding the door stepped aside, although the old man was displeased, but he didn't dare to say anything, nodded slightly, and led the disciples to the city, and the two old men behind him snorted angrily when they passed by the monk guarding the door.

The monk didn't care at all, and while turning his head, he shouted loudly:

"The next sect, please step forward. ”