The huge city was pressed down like a dark cloud, but it bounced out like a ball.

The Nine Heavens Xuanpu instantly boiled, the waves shook to the sky, and when they landed again, they were frozen by chaos, like sharp, neatly arranged arrows, aiming at the riverbed with a bang, and they fell down one after another.

The scarlet blind dragon grabbed Wang Zimo and dived into the water, but at this moment, he was lying on the dry riverbed like a reptile in embarrassment, and instantly became the target of everyone.

In the face of the ice rain falling from the sky, Zhu Long was so frightened that he trembled. It suddenly became excited, as if it felt something, like a child who had found his hometown and looked up at the city that was gradually moving away.

"Aang!"

The green dragon soared into the sky, and Zhu Long followed closely.

After leaving the Nine Heavens Xuan Waterfall, Wang Zimo suddenly felt a huge tearing force coming from all around, as if five horses were splitting their corpses, wanting to tear him apart.

"Boom ——!"

At this moment, countless ice picks were inserted into the riverbed, and then the first ice picks were smashed into ice by the ice edges that fell later, like ice roses blooming, beautiful and holy, but with a magnificent coercion.

In a few moments, the Nine Heavens Mystery Waterfall turned into a silver and shining platinum necklace, and the river water upstream of the Nine Heavens Mystery Waterfall was watered down again, slowly melting the ice edges, and shrouding the sky above the Nine Heavens Mystery Waterfall with a layer of cold mist.

Wang Zimo gritted his teeth in the chaos and tried his best to insist, and his crazy hair was wet with sweat into wisps, sticking to his face and covering his eyes.

He wanted to smooth his hair with his hands and see what it looked like in the cracked sky, hoping to find the location of Yang Chi. However, his body was held in his claws by Zhu Long, and the rough claw patterns just squeezed his arms behind his back.

Suddenly, a cyan dragon scale the size of a window flew over.

Hearing the green dragon rushing in front of him let out a painful scream, blood splashed, and the palm-sized blood beads slapped directly on the top of Wang Zimo's head, just as he looked up, a handful of blood suddenly exhaled on his face, almost choking the prince silently.

Wang Zimo's heart shook violently, he stretched his neck and swallowed saliva, his mouth, nose, and even eyes and ears were filled with foul-smelling blood.

The scales of the green dragon were being peeled away by the chaos in the Sky Rift, and then flung around like sawdust by the rapidly rotating sawtooth.

It is like a carp on a chopping board, with frightened eyes open, looking at the invisible hands that have stripped itself of its armor, but it is powerless in the face of fate.

The cyan dragon scales were shattered to pieces before they could get close.

Wang Zimo saw that the green dragon rushing in front was like a skinned loach, covered in blood, but he struggled hard in the face of death. It forged ahead, and actually scattered all its essence to block most of the squeeze for Zhu Long.

"Aang!"

Qinglong suddenly stopped and glanced back.

The huge dragon head nodded at the prince, and his empty eyes were full of determination. saw Qinglong suddenly arch up and come behind Zhu Long, and slammed into Zhu Long's back with all his strength.

"Ang ——!"

In the void, Zhu Long let out a mournful chirp and watched as the green dragon turned into a blood mist in the chaos, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, until it could no longer be seen.

It rolled upside down and crashed into the city, two lines of blood and tears streaming from its blind eyes.

Two dragons, one Zhu and one Qing, depend on each other in life and death.

When they were young, their eyes were gouged out, and they were suppressed in the dragon locking array, and I don't know how many years they spent.

It was the prince who acquiesced and allowed them to regain their freedom.

However, Kunxu's heaven was occupied by a group of gods, and the two dragons were unwilling to be enslaved by the gods, so they hid in the Nine Heavens Waterfall that cracked the sky.

I didn't expect to meet Wang Zimo again.

They wanted to repay the favor, so they rushed out of the Nine Heavens Xuan Waterfall with Wang Zimo to avoid the fate of being pierced into a sieve by countless ices. But they knew that the chaos in the Cracks was full of chaotic pressure. They can't do it like the head of a suspended deer, and even if they die, their flesh is hard.

So, from the moment they rushed out of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Waterfall, they knew their fate!

Knowing that he would die, he still insisted!

Zhu Long fell to the ground and breathed heavily. It was also covered in blood, and most of its scales had fallen off, and it was mortally wounded. But what is this wound? The most difficult thing to heal is the heartache!

"The dragon is coming!"

The city was filled with cheers, and people surrounded Zhu Long one after another to investigate its injuries.

"Whose child is this, he was stoned to death by the dragon. Go and call his family!"

One hundred and eighty people looked left and right around Wang Zimo, and after looking at it for a long time, they didn't recognize whose child it was.

He was covered in blood, and his skin was cracked inch by inch, but golden light was emitted under everyone's eyelids, and in the blink of an eye, they were glued together.

It was the formation planted by Su Sanpo on the surface of Wang Zimo's body, and it was this chain of formations that saved his life.

It wasn't until five days later that Wang Zimo woke up.

He was led by a middle-aged woman to a larger mansion. The woman told him, "Five days ago, the city of Suzen collided with a strange continent, and most of the people in the city were killed or wounded. There was nowhere to bury in the city, and those who had died had been thrown into the chaos outside the protective array. ”

"Suzen City?"

The name was unfamiliar, and the prince had never heard of it.

When he set foot in Sucen City, Prince Mo knew that this city was not at all compared to Kyoto in Jiuli. The wide streets are all paved with smooth ashlar stones, exuding a faint halo, criss-crossing one after another, like boxy tofu cubes cut from a cutting board.

The appearance of the people here is not much different from Jiuli, but the mouth is a little bigger and the eyes are a little smaller. The house they lived in was boxy, with no pointed roofs, as if it would never rain here, and all had flat roofs.

Hearing the sound of Wang Zimo talking to the woman, he poked his head out of the roof one after another, glanced at it hurriedly, and then shrank back. They were busy with their own business, smashing palm-sized stones and swallowing them into their mouths, and then spit out an extremely thin silk thread and injected it into the protective formation above Sucen City.

Without this protective formation, Sucen City would instantly turn into wilted powder in the chaos.

"Young man, where are you from, and what is your relationship with Shenlong?"

From the mouth of the middle-aged woman, Wang Zimo learned that this city came from a place called Qingli, which had a long history, but the catastrophe from the sky suddenly shattered, and a huge golden halberd with a sun fell from the sky, knocking the Qingli ancient domain apart.

Since then, Suzen City has begun a wandering journey.

The middle-aged woman also told him that the old man in front of him was named Shin Zhongji, and he was the oldest and most knowledgeable among the survivors.

The prince looked out of the city.

Looking at the Nine Heavens Xuanpu like an earthworm, he stretched out his finger and said helplessly: "There!"

He originally wanted to go to Sanhezhuang through the Nine Heavens Xuan Waterfall, but he didn't expect to be taken by two blind dragons to Sucen City, which was wandering in the chaos.

It's all around in chaos, how do I go back?

You can't keep drifting with Sucen City!

Suddenly, the courtyard was full of people watching the excitement.

Tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children, Wang Zimo probably counted no less than two or three hundred people.

Shen Zhongji was well-informed, and was not surprised by Wang Zimo's answer, he calmly returned to the house on crutches, coughed, gasped, and said, "Come in!"

The house was filled with a faint smell of sandalwood, and only the woman walked into the house with Wang Zimo, and the rest of the people were still standing in the courtyard. A two-finger-wide sword with a gold filigree pattern hung behind the door, and all that was left in the main room was a square table and two Taishi chairs.

Shen Zhongjiwu sat down, took out three tortoise shells from his sleeve, closed his eyes and recited the words. Suddenly, he gently threw the tortoise shell from the palm of his hand on the table, all three were positive, and the second time he got one positive and two backs, and repeated it four times, in order of one positive and two backs, one positive and two backs, two positive and one back, and one positive and two backs.

Everyone blocked the door and watched nervously, and no one dared to squeak.

After another cup of tea, Shen Zhongji opened his eyes, stroked his goatee and said slowly: "Compare the hexagram to change the tun hexagram, the water and the land to change the water and thunder, the auspicious and the auspicious, the auspicious and the auspicious!"

Shen Zhongji opened his mouth and stared at the prince and laughed silently, his eyes shining brightly. As if Wang Zimo was the savior, everyone flocked into the house, lifted Wang Zimo high above his head and carried it to the courtyard, and threw it high into the air.

"It's Shuileitun again!"

The prince didn't know what the hexagram meant, but he knew that when everyone threw him into the air, he suddenly saw a thin and long whirlpool in the chaos.

The prince was silently convinced that it was a wormhole, a shortcut for Xue Jiaoniang to take him through the cracked sky. You only need to enter the wormhole from the chaos to go to Kunxu.

"Never!"

After knowing Wang Zimo's thoughts, Shen Zhongji's old face turned pale with fright.

"Sucen City approaches the Chaos Vortex every hundred years, and once everyone saw a city being swept into the vortex with their own eyes and never came out again!

"Didn't you count it as auspicious just now, and then you denied it now?" the prince made up his mind, no matter what they thought, he was definitely going to enter the wormhole anyway.

The future is unknown, Wang Zimo is indeed gambling.

He didn't know if he could withstand the tearing force of entering the wormhole. But he had to take a gamble, and if he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait another hundred years. A hundred years may only be a fraction of a monk's life, but for Jiu Li, it is the overlap of three generations, which is enough for irreparable things to happen.

Wang Zimo is gambling, Shen Zhongji is not gambling.

Su Cen Cheng has been wandering in this chaos for I don't know how many years, since he saw the chaos vortex once when he was a child, this is the second time he has seen it.

His grandfather, grandfather's grandfather, grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...... I've all seen the Chaos Vortex.

Sucen City has multiplied for generations in the vast chaos, and the spirit stones in the city are becoming more and more scarce, and sooner or later it will be unable to maintain the protective formation, and it will become wilted in the chaos just like the city it encountered last time.

"But ......"

Shen Zhongji still hesitated, his life could be decided by himself, and he gambled with the prince silently. But he couldn't gamble with the lives of all the people in Suzen City.

"The city can't enter the Chaos Vortex, I have to discuss with the owners of other streets!"

"Hurry up, time is running out!"

Standing on the highest roof of Suzen City, Wang Zimo lay down and looked at the wormhole as thin as a needle in the distance, and his heart was excited.

This house is said to be the tallest one, that is, about half a zhang higher than the side of it, and the entire Sucen City is like a flat rectangle, wandering in the cracks of the sky.

Wang Zimo saw the huge deer head again, which he had seen five years ago when he was sent out by the Divine Banyan Tree in the depths of the miasma.

He suddenly remembered those eyes, huge eyes looking directly at Kunxu through the cracked sky, and the fiery gaze was like a volcanic eruption, carrying incomparable heat.

"Don't be seen by those eyes!"

The prince prayed silently in his heart.