boom!
The Taoist robe was hounding, like a golden roc spreading its wings, with a vast aura, straight like a river of heaven, echoing above the city walls, attracting the attention of countless people.
"Come and kill me?"
In the wind and snow, Nie Longtian sneered, his words were as loud as gold and iron:
"I have only been promoted for a few months, so how dare I speak such a crazy statement?"
As the earth moved and the mountains shook, Nie Longtian stepped like thunder, and the strong wind rose by more than ten feet, poured his five fingers, and his palms came out of the dragon, penetrated a hundred feet, and the dragon roared and swayed.
"I wake you up!"
boom!
In an instant, the sky was brightly destroyed, as if an ancient true dragon was angry and fought with the great roc in the sky.
A thrilling roar resounded throughout the city.
In an instant, the two of them collided several times. At one moment, Dao Ren Lin rolled up his sleeve and fell on the flagpole, and heard a roar coming from the dust.
"How can you break my anode golden body?!"
Nie Longtian's expression was shaking, and a great absurdity arose in his heart.
Martial arts are not magical powers, and there is no such thing as becoming an immortal. If you defeat the Martial Saint, you are thirty years earlier than you, and you are still at a disadvantage?
"How can your anode golden body be as good as the 'undestructible golden body' that my teacher personally teaches?"
Amid the laughter, Dao Ren Lin shook his clothes and his voice spread for dozens of miles:
"After more than a year ago, you came to me and bark rabid dogs. Today, I will beat you into a dog!"
"Arrogant!"
Nie Longtian was furious and ascended to heaven again, forcing the Dragon Subduing Divine Palm.
boom!
boom!
The air waves exploded sharply, and the whole city was shaking.
Somewhere in the government office, You Changfeng was looking at this scene, and somehow, a hint of expectation appeared in his heart.
If you beat him to death, you won’t have to collect the food...
...
...
The red sun rises in the east, and the heavy snow stops.
Yanzhou Chengzhou Yamen.
After being tired for many days, Qin Si was sleeping in a drowsy state. Yang Yu closed the door, sat cross-legged beside the bed, and slowly entered into a state of meditation.
The terror of the plague is not as great as that of natural disasters. Even with the help of Qin Si's magical power, he felt that his mental strength was greatly exhausted.
After adjusting your breath for a long time and dispelling your fatigue, you will enter the Gluttony Cauldron.
Over the past few months, he refined the "Five Insect Temple Recipes" twice. However, the tombkeeper looked too tight and could no longer get to ginseng fruit without any he could.
"Clean breeze, bright moon..."
Looking at the recipes floating in the glimmer of light, Yang Yu thought about it. He still had a ginseng fruit in his hand, and his life span had already been made up. He could not help the tomb guardian, and the third node was difficult to make it happen.
I temporarily held back my mind to completely refine this recipe and looked at my new ingredients.
No hesitation.
"Refining, ingredients: Niu Tou Abang's skin."
Buzz ~
The light is like a tide, and the light and shadow are like water.
It seems that less than a thousand percent of the moment, another level of world has been changed in front of me.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn is clear and the air is cool.
This is an ancient city with a square door with a square door. Its size is as big as a normal city. The difference is that this city is located on the top of the mountains.
To be precise, the top of a mountain.
"This city..."
In the past few years, Yang Yu has paid great attention to collecting myths and legends, and has a lot of food and recipes in hand.
But after thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure out what kind of city this is.
"Ghost Town?"
Yang Yu thought, stepped into this illusion.
Buzz!
As soon as he stepped out, Yang Yu noticed something strange.
This is not the first time he has obtained ingredients and recipes about ancient times, nor is it the first time he has entered the illusion before ancient times, but this time, it is different from any other time.
The spiritual qi in this illusion is so thin that it is almost just one or two lines stronger than the present world...
"In such a illusion, no wonder Abang failed to advance..."
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
In Wanshou Mountain environment, he actually gained a lot. Not to mention anything else, just behind the map of the Qingshui and Cold Pond, the conversation between the two ancient gods is immeasurable.
Although, they are just communicating with each other, not leaving anything behind.
But he has gained a lot.
For example, the last catastrophe is like a collapse of heaven, and those who die first are tall...
According to Lu Sheng, the way of heaven collapsed, and all gods and Buddhas, whoever are immortal, will kill themselves, and strive to turn themselves into a "short man".
And this cow obviously didn't know anything, everyone killed himself, and he wanted to stand out, no wonder he failed...
After thinking about it, Yang Yu walked into this ancient city on the top of a thousand feet of mountain.
Unlike recipes, he is like a lonely soul in the illusion of ingredients. Apart from the bull's head, it is impossible to perceive this illusion from anybody's perspective.
The ancient city was unexpectedly lively.
The wide streets are full of vendors and pedestrians, and there are also voices on both sides of the teahouses, taverns, workshops.
Those who carry the load, set up stalls, deliver goods, buy supplies, and those who apply rouge and powder...
Wherever you see, there is a crowd of people, which is even more lively than Yanzhou City. Moreover, the people here have different mental outlook from the outside world, and they all have enough energy and are full of energy, holding their heads upright.
A meteorological atmosphere that only exists in the capital of a prosperous country.
"interesting……"
Yang Yu's eyes flashed and his stunning eyes were marveling.
Wandering along the road, although the items placed by various vendors are different from those of the outside world, they can roughly identify their uses.
but……
There was someone buying books in front of a book stall. Yang Yu's eyes were sharp. It was obvious that many of these books were really written, but more were very vague.
When ~
When ~
Suddenly, a bell rang in the city.
Yang Yu's heart moved, and he saw that as the bell rang nine times, people from all walks of life stopped their hands and looked at the tallest building in the city, feeling sad.
Some people cried in a low voice, some sighed, and some shouted loudly.
This is a kind of Taoist writing from ancient times. However, dialects have not been lacking in all dynasties and before ancient times, they were even more distorted. Yang Yu identified it for a long time before he recognized it.
"king!"
The word they call the most is king, or to be precise, the ghost king.
This ancient city located on the top of the mountains is a ghost city where ghosts gather!
boom!
After nine times of bells, a roar broke the brief silence.
Yang Yu could see clearly, and accompanied by the strong wind, a figure appeared on the roof of the tallest building in the city.
It was an old man with gray hair, long gown, and a very old man. He whistled to the sky, which was the oldest and orthodox Taoist script:
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Rumble!
The earth-shaking roar echoed on the top of the mountains. Almost as the ghost king made his name, the whistling wind seemed to have a towering city gate suddenly appeared.
It looks like a virtual and a solid, standing between the fog, emitting an ancient and terrifying aura. The four unknown Taoist essays on it make people feel even more palpitations.
"The Netherworld Pass!"
gate of hell!
The moment he saw this level, except for the Ghost King, the ghost people and ghost generals in the city were almost frightened and could not move.
This gate appears, which means that the underworld general is about to appear...
Bang!
Accompanied by a sour sound of pushing the door, a huge bull head came out from behind the city gate, with a stigma face and red eyes as red as blood.
"A lonely ghost dares to call my name?!"
The wind was howling and thunderous.
Except for Yang Yu, no one could see clearly. He could only hear half a scream. The old man who roared to the sky and was so powerful that he had already been photographed as powdered as the tall building beneath him!
Yu Yang could see clearly.
The thunderbolt exploded like a sound, which was the sound of an iron fist breaking through the air. It was extremely fast, without any change or exquisiteness, and it just smashed from top to bottom.
Its power is terrifying.
This cannot even be called a battle, let alone a fight.
When the majestic bull head, which was about three feet tall, walked out from behind the gates of ghosts, the entire ghost city, the ghost generals and ghost people seemed to have lost all the will to resist.
They knelt down one after another, and turned into a rolling cloud of fog in the shock of the gate of hell, and were swallowed by the bull's head.
Bang!
The strong smoke of gunpowder spurted out from his nostrils, and A Ping's eyes burned like fire for a long time, and then sighed and said to himself:
"Only I am left..."
The fierce bull head shed tears at this moment, and tears as big as fists slid down, no longer the previous fierceness, only loneliness and loneliness.
"The Emperor, the Lord of the Palace, the Ghost Emperor, the Yama, the Judge, the Horse Face... The Netherworld has completely collapsed, I didn't hold on, I didn't hold on..."
The lonely bull head walked lonely on the empty street. Sometimes, he sat down in a wine shop, sometimes went to drink a few cups of tea, or even read a few books.
One day, two days...
The time of the illusion has accelerated at this moment. The sky is white and black, and all the scenes remain unchanged, only the position of the bull's head is changing.
As time passes day by day, the giant bull becomes more and more lonely. Sometimes, he will go crazy and rush into the mountains to vent, breaking up the hills after hills.
Sometimes, he would cry loudly, crying for several days.
During this period, there was no one in the ghost town, only the wind and clouds accompanied me...
He could not detect the existence of Yang Yu, and Yang Yu could not communicate with him. Fortunately, the lonely bull head would sometimes become very nagging.
"The god is dead, the demon is destroyed, I am still alive..."
"The Emperor is right. The world of heaven is unusual, but why doesn't He come himself? The Great Freedom King Buddha, the Great Buddha of the Infinite Buddha, the White Bone Bodhisattva...
Why don’t they come?"
"According to legend, "Diyin" holds the authority of "existence", can He not exist in the last calamity?"
"Oh, Mamma, it would be great if you were there too. We two brothers can drink and be so lonely..."
"I'm almost dead, too."
...
In the monotonous and boring days, Yang Yu did not calculate how long it took for the bull to die, because the illusion in front of him was flowing at an extremely fast speed.
One day, the hangover bull head woke up, and he had no idea how courage he mustered up, and called out the gates of hell again...
"Can I be the last ghost in the world?"
He muttered, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something:
"Yan Luo, I'm afraid all of them are dead. Then, I, old cow, can I live with the King of Hell before I die?!"
Thinking of this, the bull's eyes lit up.
Then, he disappeared into the gates of hell, and the illusion came to an abrupt end.
Only his whispers:
Chapter completed!