It's an old town.

The old city is not so old that it is covered with mottled scars on its walls, nor is it that the half-hidden gates are like teeth that leak out of the wind.

Its old is a feeling, when the ripe old orange falls to the ground, when someone picks it up, they will feel the rough wrinkles on its surface, which is old, and when the rotten fruit spreads the smell, it is also old.

Seven nights couldn't touch it, he couldn't smell it, but he could feel the sadness and despair that belonged to the old city.

The monks guarding the city walked weakly, like a walking corpse that had been slain by seven nights, and there was no noise in the city, and there was a dead silence.

"This is what you told me about the City of Chaos?" Nanaya's face was still calm, but the monk opposite him felt as if he had been pressed by a huge mountain, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seven Nights was even stronger than he had judged at the beginning.

But the more this happened, the more excited he became, such a terrifyingly strong man was introduced by himself!

"My lord, you have been imprisoned by the demon clan for many years, not only the city of chaos, but almost all the human cities, except for the most powerful ones, are like this, this is the last days of human monks!"

Faced with the pressure brought to him by the Seven Nights, the monk blurted out a long list of words at once, and the sense of oppression disappeared.

"The ...... of the Human Monk The last days? Seven nights smiled wryly, such a picture, that kind of sore-wrenched feeling.

Suddenly, this aura full of vicissitudes suddenly became stronger, and Qiye found that they were already close to the outside of the Chaos City, and the closer they got to it, the more obvious the aura of this old city became.

He quietly felt the aura emanating from the Chaos City, and the corners of his eyes became inexplicably moist, and even he didn't notice it.

Obviously it is a city that has been newly built for less than three years, why should it be called an old city, why is there such a strong sense of vicissitudes, and I bowed my head for seven nights.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the palm of his hand against the walls of the Chaos City, as if listening to the heartbeat of the entire old city, and as if listening to a young old man tell his own story.

Qiye suddenly forgot the sadness that filled the air, and there was only emotion in his eyes, this was not only the battlefield, but also the world he had been away from for three years.

Familiar, warm, the walls of the old city are no longer so cold, covering his palms warmly, and his body is no longer so cold.

Withdrawing his hand and rubbing it lightly a few times, Qiye turned back and motioned to the monk who was waiting quietly behind him: "Let's go, I suddenly like it here." It's real, a reality that a human monk should cherish. ”

In the sky, the iron-blooded battle flag Huo Huo Huo is still alive despite a hundred holes.

Many of the patrolling monks cheered up at once, they thought that there was a demon cultivator attacking, and then they saw the man walking slowly.

It's like looking at a mountain that can walk.

...

The place where Seven Nights left, the bloody place covered with corpses, which had experienced great battles and was now a slaughtered Shura field, the charred trees around it were gone, and the soil was so dry that it cracked again, and only the aperture of the teleportation array was clearly shining.

There was a man who walked out of the aperture and brought out some light, or maybe he already had light in him, dazzling.

In one step, he walked out of the formation and came to the place where the big battle took place, and he squatted down to carefully identify the scars on the bodies of these demon cultivators.

"Most of them are fatal with one hit, judging from the size of the incision, it should be the work of a strong human sword cultivator. It's a pity that among so many corpses, I didn't find the humanoid demon cultivator that Miss asked me to track. ”

Kiritsu frowned, and gradually lost the faint light on his body, revealing the face of a middle-aged man in the light.

Compared to the old man in the old city, he seemed to be completely different, exuding a deadly and fierce momentum all over his body, like a seasoned hunter to the extreme.

There are 100 years of water piercing stones, and there are 1,000 years of sharpening a sword. If the years fail to penetrate your heart, they can sharpen you stronger.

Tong Ghost is a Tong people, to be exact, he is a person of the Phoenix, because the entire Tong Clan is the guardian family of the Phoenix, so the Tong Ghost must follow the will of all the Phoenix, and her will is the will of all the Tong people.

The phoenix is not a sycamore, and the Tong clan and the phoenix have a long history, and they have become capable of this generation.

"If it weren't for those damn old stubborns, maybe I would have arrived half a day earlier, and I wouldn't have been as troublesome as I am now. ”

Kiriki couldn't help but complain in his mouth, just looking at his aging face, it was hard to imagine that the old guys in his mouth were all old monsters who had lived for many years.

These old monsters are the ancestors of various big families, and they will not directly give their wills, but they will have a hint of a decree.

For example, this time, the main content they issued was to use all means to prevent the humanoid demon cultivator with three talents from growing up.

The demon race, after all, is the world of the non-human race, as for the humanoid race, it is an absolute heresy, and it is the object of resistance that all demon cultivators should spit on, and they do not allow their authority to be threatened by all possibilities.

Tong Ghost has been affected by this, even if he is a demon king, even if his cultivation has reached a very terrifying height.

He's still an errand runner.

This is fate, just like people don't accept old age, you don't accept it, but the years are still slowly imposing the rings on you, until you really can't move one day, and you will find that you don't know when you are tied to the years and locked.

Kiriti understands this, but he can't recognize old age yet, so he quickly gets rid of some of the negative emotions in his mind and calms down again.

After inspecting the entire scene, he also deduced several possible situations: First, it was possible that they teleported here and happened to meet the human monks and had a big battle with them, and the human monks were extremely strong sword cultivators.

This also explains why all demon cultivators died here, and the traces of the wounds can also prove to be sword weapons.

Second, these demon cultivators were killed by that humanoid demon cultivator, but this may not make much sense than the previous one.

"No matter what, what we need to do now is just to find that humanoid demon cultivator with three talents, and all questions will be solved face to face. After thinking about it, the figure disappeared again under the light and starlight, and disappeared without a trace.

Under his feet, the ground began to shake violently, and the corpses of demon cultivators scattered everywhere were re-covered by the surging soil.

Just after a while, two young human monks walked up, and judging by the way they walked and the way they dressed, they must have been a gentleman before.

It's just that after the invasion of the demon clan, not to mention what kind of nobles, even the top sect races have retreated, where are there any nobles, so his identity suddenly plummeted.

Now that he joined the Chaos City, he took on the task of patrolling the Chaos City just to be able to make a living.

"Yesterday that guy hurriedly dragged a mysterious monk into the City Lord's Mansion, and God knows why he would give up such an easy patrol mission. A human monk casually kicked the soil, mocking nonchalantly.

His companion didn't speak, he just stared thoughtfully at the dust ravines on the ground, as if trying to find something.

"Let's go, there's nothing wrong at all, maybe the strange fluctuations that occurred here yesterday have nothing to do with that monk at all, don't look for it again. ”

Pulled by his companion, the monk who was about to lean over to carefully rummage through the soil stopped, he felt that the soil under his feet was a little soft, but he couldn't say what the reason was, it might be an illusion after he flew in the sky.

There is a saying that is true, after a long war, it is normal for people to have something abnormal in such a depressing environment.

"Well, in that case, let's go back and report the situation here to the top, in exchange for the last few days. ”

...

Seven nights turned into a song of the night, and with the monk who led the way, he gradually walked into the old city that he watched from a distance and was cared for by him.

House and house, street and street, but all badly damaged and broken to the point of becoming strange.

This is the environment where the human monks live, the environment in which they survive after the invasion of the demon clan, Qiye sighed silently, a little unbearable.

"Senior Night, the city lord has just left the city recently, and I would like to ask you to live in this private house for a few days, and when the city lord returns, he will naturally praise you as a guest, and all your questions will be answered at that time. ”

"In that case, why did you fool me?" Qiye frowned, it turned out that the city lord was not in the city, and his words before that were all untrue?

Thinking of this, he became more and more disliked, for this kind of monk who was full of falsehood, Qiye was very resistant, so his face changed suddenly.

"The seniors misunderstood, I just went up to report it, and I only learned the news of the city lord's absence, so I didn't mean to deceive the seniors, and I also looked at the night seniors to see clearly!"

So he hurriedly explained, but his explanation was more like an insult to intelligence for Nanaya.

"You said before that it was the city lord who sent you to investigate the fluctuations here, and now you have to shirk it and say that you only know that the city lord is not there, isn't there a contradiction between the two?"

"Uh......" The monk was stunned for a moment, his words were not clear at all, whether the city lord was there or not, whether he would like to see him answer his question, and the true purpose of his invitation to the City of Chaos, Qiye did not know anyone.

Because the other party did not tell him, more precisely, because now it turns out that what the other party told him may be false.

But Qiye didn't turn his face, and finally sat down quietly, in a private house where the other party arranged to rest and recuperate.

Reason, sometimes more important than pleasure, is also a kind of will, Shun, is the mind in the brain after careful reasoning, and does not conflict with the essence of Shun will.

Seven Nights also needs the City of Chaos, and it needs to tell itself more about this world.

He can go, he can at any time, but only if he heals his injuries and knows everything he wants to know here.

It is much wiser to go like this than to leave directly in the Chaos City because of the other party's nonsense deception now.

"I don't care what your purpose is, since I have come to the Chaos City, I will also fulfill the obligations and duties of a resident of the Chaos City. But I hope you're not lying to me about the lord of the city. Otherwise, even if I fight against the whole city, I will-"

Seven Nights' words stopped at this point, he knew that the other party had understood the threat in his words.

However, even if Seven Nights did that, compared to a peak powerhouse of the Eighth Realm, a mere minor monk would only die a pity.

The light in front of the table went out and lit again, like a small red bean seedling trembling, which could be extinguished at any time in the next second, and the dim candlelight illuminated the dilapidated house, and the mottled wall made seven nights sleepless.

Small sobs, heard from the cupboard on the side, were extra clear and audible as the night approached.