(a)

"Don't look at it," said the Desire, "the ancient city will soon be opened—the sign could not be more obvious." ”

She was sitting cross-legged in a forbidden place that blocked mana fluctuations, her hands stretched out in front of her, palms facing each other. Between the palms of the hand, a purple incense burner hangs in the air. The aroma of incense overflows from the incense burner. Kui Mufeng took a sip, only to feel numb. This raised his vigilance - with Desire, you never know what she was up to.

He stood by the window for a moment, breathing in the fresh air outside, as the crowd on the street dispersed.

At the moment when a new adventure was about to begin, his heart was not very calm. Sometimes, he wonders what he's doing. The power of the ancient city can resurrect the master and Li Youran. After the resurrection, should we stay away from the cruel world and find a paradise to live in seclusion?

He had painstakingly tracked down the man who had framed him. But after checking and checking, I found that things were far from being as simple as I thought. The Horn people were involved, but they were just fueling the fire. Behind the disappearance of the "Lone Dog" is the game between the two super factions of Chang Yuanzong Wangge and Fu Ying, and it is a game between the old monsters of the Enlightenment Realm, which is far from the power he can fight.

Abandonment of pursuit and retaliation?

He stretched out his hands, palms facing him, thick calluses like tree bark as a testament to his hard practice. The owner of these hands has a rare talent in the world, but he can't decide his own destiny - he will never give up. As long as he remains strong, the truth will come one day. Those who frame themselves will always come to the surface and will get the end they deserve.

Outside the window, it gradually quieted.

It's time to go out and see how things go. Desire's disguise technique is so clever that it won't be discovered by law enforcement monks, which has been proven repeatedly.

He turned and walked straight out.

"This aroma won't get you into your brain. Yu Gu smiled.

"The debris doesn't have legs, we stay here, it doesn't come to the door on its own. ”

"You have to set up a stall on the street to buy," Yu Gu controlled the incense burner to float up, the temperature in the room suddenly rose a lot, and the light of the incense burner made her face light purple, gorgeous and charming, "I still want to dig a few thousand zhang underground to see if there are any shriveled corpses of the blood sacrifice clansmen." ”

"Either way, I'm not going to get in trouble. Kui Mufeng took a few steps and opened the door: "I won't be full of thoughts about the idea of going to the commander of the World Camp." ”

Yu Gu chuckled, "An old-timer who has lived for more than 10,000 years should still be trustworthy." ”

Kui Mu Feng still pushed open the door and walked out.

"I'm used to being on my own. His voice came back from outside the door.

(b)

In a certain street and alley in Kaze City, in front of a slightly shorter and slightly old bald building, Lin An looked around with a scroll of paper in his hand.

He looked at it for a while, then took out the paper book and found a certain text, and read it several times.

The book says that Kaze City once lived in seclusion in a Buddhist monk named Weixin. He used the supernatural powers given by the reincarnation Gu to investigate, and in the previous life, there was a human traitor who found the fragments of the Blood Sacrifice Clan in the old residence of Weixin.

At this time in the last life, Wei Buer didn't know which horn he was fooling around, and Kaze City was not captured by the Descending Camp. In this world, everything has changed, and the horned demons of Kaze City are dead, and the Terran traitors should have no chance.

This fragment is determined to be obtained.

Sending the old ghost of Chu Zhi into the ancient city, the grievances between the master and apprentice can be written off - only he knows in this world, and none of the Heavenly and Human Realm monks who entered the ancient city this time can survive.

After Chu Zhi's death, his new life and avenue have just begun, and everything is worth looking forward to in the future. He will completely forget all the unbearable past and travel lightly.

According to the book, it seems that this is the place where the old residence of the faith is found. ”

He looked up at the bald building in front of him—the old house that he wanted to believe in had long since been demolished by the Horn people.

"Am I bad?"

I don't know what to do, so it's better to walk in and take a look first.

Not long ago, this bald corner building arranged for three or five micro-end sects to settle in, and there was a monk on duty standing at the door, who knew that he was Chu Zhi's apprentice, and did not do much to stop him.

He walked in, and there was a strange smell of mold inside. Of course he knew it was the smell of the bald horn. In order to find the fragments, he traveled to most of the city of Kaze, and he was very familiar with this smell.

He walked into the door, and inside was the hall, and then the corridor, and in the corridor there were many small doors, and behind the doors were the rooms of the occupants. There weren't many monks who showed up, and most of them were supposed to be hiding in their rooms to heal the wounds of the war. This is the manifestation of the weak, just like he did before. He won't now.

This building was newly built by the Horn people, and it should not be able to hide the fragments.

"Friends of the Dao stay,"

He grabbed a passing psychic monk, "Is there any tunnel in this house......?"

"You're ......" the monk quickly recognized him, "Oh, you're Lin An...... Lin Daoyou!"

Since he became Chu Zhi's cheap apprentice, this kind of thing is no longer unusual.

"Fortunately. He said, "Dare to ask your honorable name?"

The monk had a sad face, but after seeing him, his face lit up a little, "I, my name is Wu, Wu Fan ......" said as if he was ashamed to mention his name.

The smile on his face quickly became enthusiastic, "Yes, yes!"

"Yes?" Lin Anxin rose with a hint of vigilance.

"Yes, there are not only tunnels under this house, but also many secret rooms and halls...... Shall I take you?"

"Thank you. ”

Wu Fan took him around and walked to the back, the entrance of the tunnel was in the innermost, pressed by a large stone, and the opening mechanism was just behind the stone, which was an old button with the appearance of a chess piece. At the push of a button, the stone rumbled back three feet, revealing a dark hole.

"When we first moved in, we knew there was a big rock here, and no one thought that there were so many twists and turns under the stones......

Wu Fan drove a fire in front of him, illuminating the pitch-black area.

"When we discovered the tunnel, we reported it. The monk of the Descent Camp replied that there are tunnels under each building, and maybe they are connected, and a joint search of the whole camp will be organized in the future...... But let's be honest, maybe there are a few horned demons hiding down here? who will come when they have nothing to eat and hold on...... Oops, I didn't mean you ......"

The two walked one after the other. Wu Fan chattered and talked about it, Lin An had a ride or not, and most of his attention was on the walls on both sides of the tunnel - there were frescoes on the walls, painting scenes of the horn people, fighting, sacrificing, and living. This has nothing to do with the monk Weixin, and the more he goes, the more disappointed he becomes.

"Lin Daoyou, little brother, little brother has one thing," Wu Fan said as he spoke, suddenly swallowing and spitting, people are also a little unnatural, "I want to ask Daoyou about the situation......

Lin Anxin sneered, and had already guessed that he had nothing to do. These people are good at drilling camps, and they drill when there are cracks, which he has always looked down on. He also noticed that a few people secretly followed in the direction of the entrance of the tunnel, and he didn't know if it was with this Wu Fan and had some sinister intentions. Anyway, he was ready to kill people.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

He said coldly.

(c)

Hundreds of zhang below this bald corner building, there is a secret room with a complex structure and many precision instruments.

"Quick...... Come ......," Yan Wei said, pointing to a screen on the wall.

"Your eldest aunt is here?" Zhang Geng was lying on the sofa flipping through a magazine, and his eyelids didn't lift, "Drink more hot water." ”

Yan Wei said: "You're going to miss a historic moment. ”

Zhang Geng stood up, walked to Yan Wei's side in a few steps, and looked up - there was a curve on the screen that monitored the mysterious energy, which was originally a slow upward trend, but in an instant, the curve rose a lot, as if the trajectory had been artificially changed.

Zhang Geng looked at it for a while and noticed that the high point of the curve was not far from a red dot on the ordinate axis, "In this way, the threshold will soon be reached." And that means—"

"The ancient city will be opened in half a month. Yan Wei took a step forward and reached out to touch the light screen. It was obviously a cold temperature, but she felt a trace of warmth. As long as the mission of the ancient city is completed, those comrades-in-arms who have passed away can be resurrected, right? Colonel Chu, Yinkong, Chen Xiao, Wang Xia, Brother Jie, familiar faces appeared in her dreams countless times.

"It's exciting!"

Zhang Heng got excited, put down the magazine, and walked out the door.

"Go to Zhao Zhe?" Yan Wei said.

"I don't know if the skin fragments she imitated were successful......"

"Come on," Yan Wei said, "you can find a hundred excuses to see Zhao Zhe." ”

"You're underestimating me too much,"

Zhang Heng stopped and turned his head, "I can still find ten thousand reasons - to resurrect our partner." ”

(iv)

Yan Wei's secret room is thousands of feet down, in a deep tunnel.

The temperature here is ridiculously high, and the soft light of a floating lamp illuminates the darkness all around.

Nanqiu Ci wielded a sword and slammed into the hard rock wall again and again. The clanging sound of metal crashing pierced the silence deep underground.

Wei Meng looked at Nan Qiuci, his eyes unblinking. The man in front of him no longer had the handsome appearance he had when he first saw him. He had gorgeous hair on his head, wrinkles grew on his face, and his whole person looked old.

She found herself even more fascinated by him. He originally had a great future, with amazing talents, and treasures from the heavens, he could have stepped to the pinnacle of the cultivation world. But for the sake of the woman he loved, he gave up everything, made a desperate bet, and was not afraid of death.

The ancient city of Kaze was his last hope—she wished he could get his wish, he had suffered so much! she was afraid that he had done it. I was so scared that she was going to do at that time......

"Khooth!"

With a loud bang, a large piece of rock was smashed, dust and debris flew in the tunnel, and the floating lamp reflected it like a starry sky.

Nan Qiuci leaned down and turned over the scattered stones several times, but found nothing. Large pieces of sweat rolled down his forehead and fell to the ground, sinking into a cloud of dust.

"Are you sure you'll dig up shards?" he said.

"You've never lacked patience," the hoarse voice of the ringmate came from the ear, "why hold on for a while?"

Nan Qiuci swung a sword, and the sword slammed into the hard rock wall, making a sharp and piercing metal crashing sound, venting the anxiety and resentment in his heart, "I'm very patient, but I'm afraid that the ancient city doesn't." ”

"It's very," the man laughed, "it's been waiting for millions of years—maybe it's just waiting for you." ”

Nan Qiuci didn't speak again. It's unlikely, but he really wants it. He hoped that the silence of the ancient city for millions of years was waiting for his arrival, waiting for the resurrection of Shi Yuanming. He is willing to give everything he has for this moment.

Weimeng took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after only a few wipes, the handkerchief was soaked.

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

Nan Qiuci ignored it.

"Roar!"

The scar-faced man burst out of the dark corner and raised his staff.

Nan Qiuci was startled and took a few steps back, his expression ugly.

"Rest and rest......"