The moon is bright and the starry sky, the crystal of the phantom silver illusion shines on the earth, a certain area is quite vast, so vast that the power of poor mortals can not cross the east and west, and it is difficult for ten thousand birds to pass through the north and south, in such a huge city, the many rays of light in the city are forbidden to flicker and flicker, which seems so mysterious that it is difficult to let the people in the city get close to each other, completely separating the mortal monks.

A certain peak in the giant city is ten thousand feet high, and it is so high that it is only two or three floors, or even a single-storey bungalow in the mortal dwellings, high and deep, so high and deep that it is out of reach, and the breeze blows in the clouds, the clouds move, poetic and picturesque, making people suddenly feel a sense of distance, and it is difficult to say close.

It was at the time of such a moon shadow that the silver was sprinkled all over the ground, somewhere at the bottom of the peak of the clouds, a shallow recitation sound came out, these voices were rather strange, not the poems and ancient texts taught by ordinary private school teachers, nor the passages commonly used by ordinary mortals, some recitation voices were awkward, and even some people who often recited would also make a different sound from others.

At this time, within the large area of the light ban on this cloud peak, outside a room where the sound of recitation came out, there was also a small light ban that seemed to flicker abnormally, and a little imperceptible agility shook slightly, which looked no different from other light bans, but on the side of this small light ban, near the dark corner of the ground, two apertures only the size of a lychee black core slowly converged, and the whole process may only be a short time for mortals to breathe, but at this time, inside the dark corner, it is as if human eyes were born, which seems to be wrong, with the mysterious light ban, even if you look at itIt is difficult to see what this appearance is.

And this spiritual creature that is like a mortal's eyeball is a magic circle consciousness derived from the years in the magic circle of the giant city, and this magic circle consciousness has existed in the city for many years, and it has been stored for many years longer than the life span of a monk, much more. He played in the great city, going back and forth between east and west, back and forth between north and south, effortlessly, and his knowledge was richer than that of some monks who had cultivated for thousands of years in a certain way, and the people in the city, the monks, were not aware of its existence.

It is precisely its existence, the game in the forbidden array of this giant city, shuttling through the streets and alleys, seeing familiar people and familiar things it will be happy, and the nearby light curtain will also flicker inexplicably, he will be unhappy when he sees an injustice, but it has a weak heart, and often retreats gloomily.

It doesn't have a name, it's not what it means, it's that it doesn't subconsciously allow it to have a zài name, it calls itself 'nameless'.

On this day, at the same time, in this same room, 'nameless' came as promised. The strange recitation sound in the room was still the same, but the 'nameless' eyes blinked like an anthropomorphic, like a child full of interest, looking intently inside, rarely showing the shape of "blinking".

At this time, a red-faced boy in the room, about nine or ten years old, was reciting obscure texts with the others, and from time to time looked out through the windowsill.

Because of such distraction, of course, the red-faced boy read a certain piece of awkward words, and an old man with a rattan in his hand walked quickly and jerked behind the red-faced boy's back, the kind of ruthlessness was intimidating, and the red-faced boy just snorted lightly, but revealed the calmness that a teenager of this age should not have. Soon, the red-faced boy retracted his outward gaze, and then nearly three hours of recitation, and the red-faced boy did not make any more mistakes. Looking out of the window once in a while, the pair of eyes, the 'nameless' eyes, perhaps because they were unbearable, had long since disappeared without a trace, and in the dark corner, only the light flickered gently as usual.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, the red-faced boy looked out of the window again at this moment, and found that the moonlight was dim and dull, as if the wind and rain were coming, that is, this distraction, the red-faced boy saw a dark shadow in front of his eyes, and the rattan of the old man fell again, and the red-faced boy snorted and vomited, but a very strange scene happened.

At this time, I only heard a sharp sound from nowhere, completely covering the sound of reading aloud in the room, and what was even more strange was that up to seven or eight blood arrows instantly hit the red-faced boy's body, and his face, body, and clothes were all sprinkled with Yin Yin's bloodstains, seeping into his not too thick clothes, and immediately sucking into lumps.

In the face of this situation, the red-faced boy's originally calm face suddenly changed, but at this time, a more unexpected scene appeared in front of the red-faced boy, that is, the old man's head that was constantly bleeding, rolled into the arms of the red-faced boy, and was sandwiched on his two little arms like bamboo shoots.

The next moment, the red-faced boy didn't know whether to hold the man's head in his hand or throw it, but the lifeless man's corpse had already fallen on the red-faced boy's body, and the red-faced boy's hoarse and exhausted cry was once again indulged in the shouting and crying of the heavens and the earth.

However, the red-faced boy didn't know whether to push away or be silent, and soon there was a distinction, a barely visible arc of black color, crossed the light ban that didn't seem to be weak, and fell directly into the room, obviously, among the men and women in the room, someone vaguely saw that this arc of darkness flickered, but before the arc was completely visible, it had already crossed their bodies, and in an instant, the men and women in the room were cut in two, and the red-faced boy was naturally no exception.

At this moment, the arc of the dark color crossed, and two or three older men and women, the arc of the dark color that was still frozen in the pupils of the remnants of the remnants of the waist to intercept them, the blood splashed everywhere, spraying into a stream, and the room was suddenly paved with a small piece of blood, which was bright and dazzling, making people's hearts surging and rippling, and nightmares were repeated.

Outside the room, the light ban that originally encircled the room has disappeared without a trace, of course, the 'nameless' who once hid in the light ban anthropomorphic eyes, has never appeared again, and the blood water is squeezed out of the crack in the door of the room, turning into a stream, constantly delaying to the outside, at a slightly lower point, it merges with another blood-colored stream and continues to gurgle into a stream, approaching the bottom of the mountain, and the huge layer of light forbidden that originally covered the mountain is no longer visible.

At this moment, such a peak that was originally full of recitation sounds, some small exclamations came out, but they stopped abruptly very quickly, and the entire peak of the clouds was from top to bottom, and a huge sound that shocked the sky and even moved the earth came out one after another.

Some people are resisting, they are desperately resisting, they are rebelling with what they have learned all their lives, however, in the face of that powerful arc of color, they have exhausted all their means, and they have finally reluctantly died down, because they have given their only right to survive.

The sound of this cloud peak, about only lasted less than ten breaths, at that moment, this peak returned to calm, obviously, such a scene not only happened in this cloud peak, the major people in the city gathered, that touch of the arc of black color rose one after another, there was no intention to stop at all.

Including some mortals, some monks who can urge mana to resist, and even some more powerful people, under this smearing arc of dark color, they are helpless at all, even if they use their own ability, it is useless, what awaits them is slaughter, slaughter regardless of strength and weakness, slaughter regardless of men, women and children, slaughter without discrimination.

The shouts, shouts, and explosions of the slaughter of the city continued in a certain area, but it only lasted for several breaths, and these sounds also stopped abruptly, as if a local war had been forcefully suppressed, and the people in the city, not to mention billions, but they could not retain any rights worthy of their survival at this moment.

Among these people, some of them with high mana power can barely withstand one or even two waves of chasing body blows, they realize how bad the shape is, they want to escape, but they are blocked in the forbidden city of the city, the one that should protect their giant city forbidden formation, stuck to them in front of the forbidden light, what awaits them is the next wave of the arc of Xuan that they can no longer resist.

From the beginning to the end of this massacre, a white-robed monk in a battle robe and sitting cross-legged was hanging somewhere high in the city, his eyes closed lightly, as if he had settled down, even if the wind blew his body unmoved, that kind of confidence, proud posture could not be desecrated at all.