Yu Dao stood still, looked down at the crack, and a fierce aura burst out, as if a long sword pierced his eyes.

A trace of horror flashed in Yu Dao's eyes, he frowned and looked at the crack, and a thought immediately appeared in his heart: "This was split by someone with a sword?"

A hundred-zhang long crack stretched across the city, cutting through countless stone houses, as if the earth dragon had turned over, causing the earth to crack a wound two or three zhang wide.

The crack is bottomless, and at a glance, it is pitch black, and there seems to be a wind blowing out underneath.

The white cat squatted on Yu Dao's shoulder, looking at the scene in front of her with the same blankness, and she muttered, "Heihe Dao...... Destroyed?" Yu Dao heard her words, and his heart was also shocked.

Fang City has been slashed into this appearance with a sword, and the Black River itself may not be comfortable.

"Vine monks. Hey, talk about you!" The shouting suddenly sounded in Yu Dao's ears, and he turned his head to look elsewhere.

More than a dozen steps away from Yu Dao, there was a stall made of broken wooden shelves, and a fat black-faced man was standing in front of the stall, he was holding a pig-killing knife, and he looked at Yu Dao with his waist crossed.

"I want to eat some food and drink!" shouted the black-faced man, who grabbed the thick-backed knife in his hand and slashed it on the cutting board, shaking the meat stall a few times.

The black-faced man pointed to his empty broken table and chair, "Look at your appearance, you know that you don't know much about the changes in this place." Come, eat some food and drink, and tell the Sprinkle family what happened in Black River City.

"So kind?" Yu Dao raised his eyelids and looked around at the rest of the world.

There are more than a dozen roads leading to the center of Shicheng, including four avenues and nearly ten trails, and the rest of the road is one of the avenues just now. I saw that this place was not as desolate as the rest of the stone city, and a figure was squatting, sitting, or standing at the intersection of more than a dozen roads.

The closest to Yu Dao, in addition to the meat stall, are a few swordsmen squatting on the entrance of a small road next door.

These swordsmen were all wearing sheepskin jackets, hoods on their heads, and their faces were black and red, like mortals herding sheep and cattle, but their mana was not false.

Six knives, four late fetal movements, and two early intolers. They put their hands in their sleeves and squatted on the trail opening, their eagle-like eyes staring at Yu Dao.

Yu Dao saw the appearance of the six swordsmen, and immediately remembered the strongmen who robbed the house and blocked the road, he turned his head to look at the other intersections, groups of monks were waiting at the edge of the entrance, and the appearance was similar to the six swordsmen.

The only difference is that the meat stall at the intersection where Yu Dao is located, with a radius of twenty or thirty steps, and there is only one black-faced man.

The black-faced man copied the pig-killing knife and continued to shout: "I'm stunned, let's finish the wine and food!"

A thought flashed in Yu Dao's heart, but his complexion did not change in the slightest, and as soon as he flicked his sleeve robe, he strode towards the black-faced man, "Don't worry, Poor Dao will come and taste it." ”

"Haha!" The black-faced man chopped the pig-killing knife on the cutting board, immediately cut off a ham, and laughed: "Refreshing!"

After walking more than a dozen steps, Yu Dao took the white cat and got into the broken shed, which was only pierced with four sticks, and there were not even a few straws on the top, let alone oilcloths and other things to shelter from the wind and rain.

The table was in tatters, with three legs missing, and it was sitting directly on top of the black stone, and the bench was also tattered, with black stains on it.

When Yu Dao saw these things, his face did not change, and he stretched out his sleeves and brushed them, and the stains on the chair faded.

The black-faced man watched Yu Dao sit down with a smile, while neatly deboning and taking meat, and a pig-killing knife was playing in his hand, as if an embroidery needle was embroidering, fast and accurate.

"What do you eat?"

"There is meat, and the tube is full. The black-faced man replied, picking the meat off his hand and throwing it into the boiling iron pot beside him.

"Wait a minute!" the black-faced man exclaimed, his hand plunging directly into the charcoal fire.

The muffled sound of the flames exploding, and a trace of flame burst out of the charcoal fire and rushed onto the iron pot, enveloping the iron pot in its entirety. In just three breaths, all the hot water in the iron pot boiled into water vapor, like a ball of white balls.

"Come on!" shouted.

"Bang!" Yu Dao was looking at the broken stall, and a black shadow jumped on the table.

The wooden table made a crushing sound, and if it weren't for the black stone underneath, the whole table would have collapsed.

The iron pot fell on the table, still vibrating, and the white gas inside seemed to be about to explode. The wooden table was ground out of sparks, and it took a dozen breaths before it stopped.

The sound of white qi releasing sound sounded.

A puff of white gas flowed out of the iron pot like flowing water, wrapping the entire iron pot inside.

The enticing aroma of meat leaves and diffuses all around, making people feel appetizing.

Yu Dao took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked inside the iron pot, only to see a steamed boneless ham being placed inside, the meat color was crystal clear, and there were drops of broth hanging on it, and the aroma was fragrant.

The black-faced man picked up his pig-killing knife, walked up to Yu Dao with a big grin, and shouted, "Eat quickly!"

Yu Dao saw the good ham, but he didn't do it immediately, but looked at the black-faced man, and said slowly, "Does the restaurant know what happened here?"

"That's all there is to it," the black-faced man muttered a few words, but cleared his throat, "then I'll say I'll have to pay a little more for the drink later." ”

Yu Dao nodded.

The black-faced man stretched out his hand and pointed to the terrifying crack and said, "About half a year ago, a monk came from the west and threw down a sword, and he cut Heihe City into this bird's shape. ”

The crack went straight to the bottom of the ground for a thousand feet, and cut directly into the black river channel below, and the monk went down and killed the people of the black river channel again. ”

"The tens of thousands of monks in the city also deserved to die and should be crippled in this accident, and the stone city was ruined. ”

After listening to the black-faced man's narration, Yu Dao's heart was faintly frightened, and the white cat was lying on his shoulder, staring at the black-faced man motionlessly, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

After pondering carefully, Yu Dao and the white cat secretly talked: "Is the mountain gate of the Black River really under the stone city?"

After a long time, the white cat's immature voice sounded in Yu Dao's ears: "There is a wide black river at the bottom, it is a huge yin vein, the river water is cold and piercing, and it has a bad atmosphere, it is most suitable for raising corpses, but the black river channel occupies this river and sets up a mountain gate......"

After listening to the white cat's narration, Yu Dao silently thought about it in his heart, and immediately agreed with the white cat's words. Yu Dao's cheap master was born in Heihe Road, and he said a little bit on weekdays, which was the same as what the white cat said.

"In this way......" Yu Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the crack that was only twenty steps away from him, and said in his heart: "This huge black river channel has been destroyed by a sword!"