Purgatory City is much more chaotic than the cleanliness of the White Bone Continent and Yu Jinglai, in fact, this is not a city, because there is no city wall, it can be said that this is a large settlement. But on this huge meteorite was a flag, which looked a little broken, and under the banner there were two true spirit runes - purgatory.

And under the flag, there is a stone engraved with the words "I am the master in the prison city", which looks very arrogant, but it is still there after so many years, which shows how powerful the person who carved this word is.

Although the other disciples of the Dao Palace had the heart to talk to Qing Yang, Qing Yang had already gone down when the spirit boat stopped, even if the ghost Man Luo who was standing next to him was not careful, he didn't know how Qing Yang left, and when she looked around, she found that Qing Yang didn't know when he was already standing under the purgatory flag.

She was even more surprised that Qingyang had disappeared and appeared there without a word.

"I've seen Lingkong, one of the top ten monks of the Dharma Temple, and he can't disappear silently beside me so that I can't detect it, is he stronger than Lingkong, if that's the case, how can he not be among the ten Dharma Hall monks?"

She got down from the spirit boat, came to Qingyang's side, looked at Qingyang who was looking up at the broken flag, and asked, "What, is there anything special about this flag?"

"Of course, if you are not mistaken, this banner must be the location of the Linghua of Zuihou in a certain shijie, if there is no such banner, the wind in this purgatory star belt can turn people into pieces, and it will never be so soft, so powerful A spiritual treasure. Qingyang squinted slightly at the flag moving with the wind.

Ghost Manluo didn't care about it originally, but at this time he deliberately felt it, but found that the image of this flag seemed to have a powerful liliang, which entangled the wind here, so that the wind could not move.

She knew that it was not the wind, but because the French meaning here was given by this flag, so there would be no wind.

"It's no wonder this Purgatory Belt has been able to form what it is today. Ghost Manroe said.

"Well, Miss Manro, are you going to stay here for a long time?" asked Qingyang.

"At least I have to transform my own spiritual power before deciding, if I can't adapt to this, I may have to go back to the White Bone Continent, and then I will ask you to take care of it more." Ghost Manro laughed.

"If you go back to the Dao Palace, if you have anything to do, you can come to me, I am from the Tianyan Palace, it shouldn't be difficult to find" Qingyang finished speaking, and he had already walked towards the purgatory city without walls.

Looking at Qingyang's gray robe, Ghost Manluo couldn't see what Qingyang's status was in the Dao Palace, and with her understanding, Tianyan Hall didn't seem to be an ancient palace, and she hadn't heard of this name.

No matter what the ghost Manluo thinks, Qingyang is very surprised by this purgatory city at this time, Daqian shijie, there are no wonders, the world's illusions, anything can appear.

He looked around, and what he saw was the dark firmament, but under this darkness, there was a hazy light in this meteorite belt, illuminating everything.

Step by step, the people in the city also appeared little by little in his eyes, he only vaguely saw this before, and at this time, he felt that the master of this purgatory city was unfathomable, and a person's strength did not have to be known when he cast earth-shattering spells, and he could see the realm from the subtleties.

It was very quiet inside, there were not many people, and the house was made of ready-made meteorites, which were all integrated, circled and arranged inward, giving him the feeling of an ant nest.

There are small stone houses, and the stone houses have only one doorway and no windows.

"Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang Bang..."

There was a sound of beating from the depths, Qingyang looked for the sound of the watch, and walked in the center of the monotonous houses, he did not go to find out if there were people in these rooms, however, he looked for the sound of the watch but never found it, but came to the most central place of this meteorite, that is, the top, from here down, you can clearly see that a circle of stone layers, with this as the center of the spread outward, the entire upper part of the meteorite is covered by these houses.

The center is not as deserted as the road when you came, and it seems to be very lively. It's like a mortal market, with restaurants, rows of shops, people lingering in front of the shops, and even the sound of selling. Qingyang walked in and quickly blended in.

It's a market.

The things sold are strange, ranging from magic weapons and spiritual treasures to some small insect eggs. The names and prices of the items sold were also hung on the stalls, and some of them would have the words of what they bought, all of which were bartered

Qingyang looked at the words written in the shops on both sides and the people in those shops, and the people inside would also look at him with their eyes, and every newcomer would receive their attention.

A restaurant appeared in his eyes, the restaurant was called Purgatory Restaurant, it also looked thick and depressing, Qingyang walked in, and no one greeted him, he found a table and sat down.

The moment he sat down, he somehow remembered the scene when he first met Feng Ling in a sword river shijie, when he was also sitting by the window of the restaurant, and saw Feng Ling jumping down from the window without paying, and then riding away on a horse.

"Does she still exist?" Qingyang thought in his heart, it was not that he hadn't thought about going to her, those junior disciples and apprentices in reincarnation, he had thought about looking for her, but he hadn't had time yet.

"How are they doing now, and have they re-embarked on the path of cultivation?"

Qingyang picked up the teacup on the table, the moment the teacup touched his lips, he was shocked in his heart, and as soon as he used his hand, the teacup was crushed by him, and the sound of the teacup breaking was crisp, and it was like a tangible spiritual wave spreading.

His mind was light, the original feeling of returning to the past instantly dissipated, his eyes narrowed, where was the cup in his hand, where was the wine and tea on the table, and what he was holding in his hand was a toad, but this toad was dead.

His eyes were cold, and there were still a few people sitting there drinking alone in the restaurant, but Qingyang didn't seem to see them before, but when he saw it, he felt that he had seen it before, but he was ignored by himself.

"Mr. Mage, it's a great honor for you to be here at our Purgatory Restaurant, is there anything I can do for you?" a waiter walked over and said to Qingyang, although his words were very polite, there was no panic on his face.

Qingyang threw the toad in his hand on the table and said, "Don't you explain this?" His voice was a little cold, and anyone could tell that he was angry.

But the waiter laughed, and he smiled and said, "You must be the first time you have come to Purgatory, and you must have passed the prince's level in our restaurant? ”

"Prince?" Qingyang frowned, a little puzzled, but his voice didn't warm up at all.

"It's Prince Ben. Without waiting for the waiter to speak, the toad that was thrown on the table suddenly turned over, lay on the table and said in a mouthful of words.

Qingyang was a little surprised, it didn't die. Although it was not dead, Qingyang's hand was on the table, and his index finger had already lightly hit the tabletop, and the toad seemed to be extremely frightened at this moment, and it was about to jump, and then Qingyang's fingers had already hit the table, and the sound sounded and tied the toad's body like a whirlpool.