This is an undersea city, the scale is not large, the whole city is wrapped by an invisible force, draining the sea, not a trace of immersion, there is air inside, independent of the world. From a distance, standing on a dangerous tower in the middle of the city, the soft light shines, illuminating the entire city.

The city gate is magnificent, clean and clean, without a trace of dust. It is engraved with a huge turtle, similar to the small turtle on the disc, one color. The eyes are the same arrogant and untamed. Radiant, as if a real creature exists in the world. On each side of the city gate is a stone statue of a halberd guard, dressed in embroidered turtle costumes and tortoise shell armor, which is majestic and majestic. The resolute eyes looked into the distance, as if welcoming the citizens entering the city, and as if they were deterring the lurking threat. Dedicated and majestic!

Xuanwu on his shoulders has been silent and motionless since he came to the city. Feng Ling could feel the sudden desolation in the little guy's heart, and he quietly accompanied him, waiting for his decision whether to enter the city or not.

Feng Ling could see that this city had a deep relationship with Xuanwu.

After a long time, Xuanwu cleaned up his mood and returned to normal. Perhaps even he himself did not know why this desolation arose out of nowhere, and why he was so kind to this city.

"Perhaps, this is your hometown!" Feng Ling said softly, nodding the little one's head.

"Come in, I don't know what's going to happen or why it's happening. It's just that my veins keep vibrating, and there's a sense of ecstasy burning. You're right, this may be my hometown, otherwise why would I want to cry!"

Feng Ling stretched out his hand and pushed towards the city gate.

The huge gate was not embarrassed in the slightest, there was no imaginary obstacle, and it was easy to enter, and it seemed to welcome the two brothers, welcoming them to their arrival.

There is not much difference from ordinary human cities, there are restaurants in this city, there are clothes shops, there are Xuanbing shops, everything, but unfortunately no one patronizes, less lively, more desolate!

Stroll through it, casually enter a Xuanbing point, and enjoy it to your heart's content. There were spears, broadswords, iron swords, and tools that Feng Ling had never seen before. picked up an iron sword casually, and his hand was slightly heavy, about fifty catties. The workmanship is exquisite, the hilt of the sword is made of an unknown ironwood, the tentacles are cold, and the body of the sword is also carved with a turtle, one on each side, and the turtle's mouth is spewing ice spikes, vivid and lively. The blade was sharp, and Feng Ling only swiped lightly with his hand, and drops of blood overflowed from Feng Ling's fingers. For a Liquid Spirit Sevenfold Realm body cultivator with a hard body, such a scene was still a head-turning. Their bodies have been tempered by true qi, and the iron sword can't hurt their bodies. But now that this scene has appeared, Feng Ling couldn't help frowning. This iron sword is clearly made of ordinary dark iron, but it is so sharp, it seems that the casting process here is very good!

Because the cultivation of elemental power in the continent is rampant in the world, people are only good at long-range attacks, abandoning melee combat, resulting in a great decline in the use rate of weapons, cold weapons are gradually eliminated, and the casting process is also declining.

"It's calling me again, I sense, it's the east, let's go east!" Just as Feng Ling sighed at these casting processes, the Xuanwu on his shoulder once again sent a signal in his heart.

Feng Ling rushed out of the Xuanbing shop and rushed towards the east!

To the east of the city is not where the temple stands. This city is full of flat houses, except for the dangerous tower in the city, only a glorious temple due east.

There was a rush to the temple. This temple is very different from the other buildings in the city. The ground is paved with jade, the tiles are glazed, and many gems are inlaid in it, which is a good image of wealth and prosperity. So dazzling, shining like a pearl, this is just the outer wall of the temple!

Feng Ling couldn't help but wonder, can this city be able to keep the door closed at night, and the road not left behind? In this simple style city, the appearance of such a luxurious and almost extravagant building made Feng Ling's heart pulse again without compulsion. As you can imagine, this should be the heart of the city, a sacred place for its inhabitants. Only such a judgment can explain the contradiction of all this!

Buzzing, the door opened automatically before Feng Ling moved. The hall is inlaid with many night pearls, and the soft light emitted illuminates the entire temple. There are two rows of guards in the hall, one left and one right, who are different from the stone statues of the city gate, all of them are in excellent posture, high up, with both hands clenched into fists, standing upright in place. The clothes and armor on his body are not comparable to the guards of the city gate, all of them are delicate to the limit, and they are extremely hard. And it is such a group of people, but they are extremely reverently looking at the high platform.

On the high platform, there is a turtle-shaped seat, on which lies a dried corpse. This dried corpse is dressed in a turtle robe, I don't know how many years have passed, but the turtle robe is still the same, not stained with a trace of dust.

Strange to say, although this dried corpse showed no signs of life, it gave people a kind feeling, and people couldn't help but walk towards him.

"It's finally here! I don't know how long I've been waiting, my child, you're finally here!" an ancient voice came from the corpse.

Feng Ling was taken aback by this sudden accident, and looked at the dried corpse defensively, vigilant to the extreme.

"Who are you, are you talking to me?" asked Feng Ling.

There was no response for a long time, as if nothing had ever happened. But Feng Ling didn't think it was an auditory hallucination, he clearly heard the sound coming from the dried corpse.

Xuanwu on his shoulders was sluggish, he looked at the dried corpse with a bang, and wagged his little tail.

"Oh, it's just been born, my child!" the voice of the ancient vicissitudes sounded again.

Feng Ling glanced at Xuanwu on his shoulder, and then realized that this dry corpse was talking to this little guy, no wonder he didn't respond to me. But think about it, people have a relationship with Xuanwu at a glance, Xuanwu is a holy beast, and he is just an ordinary young man, how can he be worthy of talking to himself so kindly!

"Ah Wu can't speak yet, who are you?" After seeing that the dry corpse didn't move, Feng Ling suddenly relaxed a lot, and asked simply with his own doubts.

"Oh, the contract of equality, how can you, a human being, sign an equal contract with my descendants, this is an insult to me, an insult to my people!" The dry corpse suddenly became furious, and a powerful momentum emanated, oppressing Feng Ling.

Feng Ling was oppressed by this momentum and fell to his knees, spitting blood from his mouth.

At this critical moment, the little guy Xuanwu stretched his neck hard, with an angry face.