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This is the most prosperous city in the Central Plains of the Land of Profound Sky, and it also represents the appearance of the City of Profound Sky after it has reached its peak after the collapse of the Immortal Palace in the Land of Profound Sky.

If Tangdu, which has an infinitely long history, represents the inheritance and glory of the fairy palace era, then Shangxiao, which was established by the Central Shangguo, has only been built for tens of thousands of years, but it is the rapid development of this Shangguo in recent years. the epitome of.

In other words, it is not just a city, but a belief and a symbol in the hearts of all the people of Shangguo!

The crowds are turbulent, and the lights are seas.

Then the light of the lights in Shangxiao City shot up to the sky, shining on the face of the Eighth Prince on the city wall, and then the latter stretched out his right hand forward, as if to touch the beating heart of the city deep in the earth.

In the next breath, the Eighth Prince's cold and stern voice came out:

"Brothers fight against the wall, and defend against their insults from outside. This city, my old eight, will defend it with all my might!"

Chapter 1795

When the big sun sinks into the horizon, the night comes violently, and for the countless misty mountains and straits where the dense fog rolls, the night represents extreme darkness where you can't see your fingers.

Under the dual effects of darkness and dense fog, the time and space senses of monks who are sleeping in Tiger Gorge will become more blurred at the same time. Coupled with the extreme tension of spirit, they will undoubtedly be extremely exhausted.

In this way, both the Yunwu Sect and the other sects responsible for leading the monks through the gorge will arrange nights as a rest time and will not continue to move forward.

Perhaps it was the so-called No Ji Tailai. After being attacked by the sharp-billed fog birds, the team of the Yunwu Sect going south did not encounter too many dangers. The flat gorge ground is used as trimming.

The rain that originally enveloped the foggy mountains and seas stopped completely without knowing it, and then the wind with a biting meaning penetrated the entire gorge, resounding in the ears of all the monks who were repairing, and issued an endless whine .

"The wind piercing the mountain is quite cold. It was reported that after the death of the king of Xuemei Kingdom, civil strife broke out in the snow mountain in the south. As a result, no one can control the hundreds of millions of years of wind and snow on the mountain. The catastrophe of overthrow."

"I thought it was a rumor at first, but it's really getting colder and colder recently. Could it be true?"

In the formation of monks going south in the gorge, a worried voice sounded, and then the middle-aged sword cultivator who spoke took off the long sword on his back, stood beside him, and looked down at the place in front of him on the ground. A small bright stone.

This Akashi is about the size of a fist, and because of the turbidity inside, the light it emits is not bright. Coupled with the barrier of fog around it, it can barely illuminate the surrounding area.

Under the dim light, apart from the middle-aged monk, there were a few people sitting cross-legged on the floor, but they all had serious faces and twinkling eyes, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

After the words of the middle-aged sword cultivator fell, it took several breaths before an old man around him came back to his senses and responded:

"Although this Fengxue Mountain is one of the supporting mountains in the legend, it is still very far away from our place. If the snow on it really collapsed, it would not arrive here so soon. Therefore, fellow daoists, you Too much to worry about."

"In today's world, what will happen, who can say for sure."

After the old man's words fell, a different voice rang out. The one who spoke was a young female swordsman. Although her appearance was ordinary, her eyes were extremely heroic, and the aura surrounding her was not weak.

In fact, in the Central Plains of the Taixuan Land, there are not many single-handedly wandering women like women, but the Taixuan Land has an extremely vast territory, and it is not surprising that there are races where female cultivators are naturally stronger than male cultivators.

Then the female cultivator also took off the sword in her hand from behind, and thrust it into the ground of the canyon beside her, and the voice continued:

"Let's not talk about the distance, just before our trip to the south to travel through the fog, mountains and seas, did we ever think that we would encounter a fog beast riot?"

As soon as this rhetorical question came out, in this narrow place illuminated by bright stones, several people lowered their eyes, and complex expressions flashed across their faces.

It is true that during this fog beast riot, all the people present had their relatives and friends killed in the gorge, otherwise these monks who did not know each other would not have gathered here to hug each other.

The night was silent, and after several people finished speaking in turn, they fell into silence, only the red glow of the camel mountain beast in front of them, which did not shine like a searchlight, brought some comfort to the monks in the canyon.

Then the middle-aged sword cultivator who spoke at the beginning gave a wry smile, and said softly:

"This world is really tormenting people."

After the exclamation fell, he seemed to think of something, looked up at the few people in front of him, and the voice continued:

"Since we can meet here, it is also a kind of fate for you and me. Why don't you chat and relieve boredom? If you hit it off, you can also have a support after entering the core of the Central Plains."

When the middle-aged sword cultivator said this, he looked straight at the female sword cultivator who was shrinking in front of him, and among the few people present, only these two were carrying long swords.

Compared with other monks, due to Qinglian Sword Sect's wide distribution of hero posts, sword cultivators are undoubtedly more hopeful about going to the core of the Central Plains.

However, the female sword cultivator looked a little pessimistic at this time, and her face was full of loneliness, she murmured:

"Are you talking about taking care of it or not? It's still a question of whether you can get out of this misty mountain and sea alive. If you tell your life here, everything will be useless."

After the words fell, the middle-aged Jianxiu frowned, shook his head and said:

"Fellow daoists don't have to be so pessimistic, but I'm a little curious. I'll just wait for the sword cultivator to go to Baolian sword land. Fellow daoists also have some relatives and friends in the core area. You know, it's not peaceful."

As soon as the words came out, the other monks looked at each other, and then the old man let out a long sigh, stretched his hand behind his back, took off the tightly wrapped cloth bag, and said:

"To be honest, I am waiting for this adventure to go to the Central Plains, the Land of Taixuan, because I actually want to go to Shangxiao City!"

As soon as the words Shangxiaocheng came out, the middle-aged Jianxiu who was sitting cross-legged frowned, and said in a surprised voice:

"This Shangxiao is a well-known important city, but this city is located in the east of the Central Shang Kingdom, and as we all know, this Shang Kingdom is now fighting fiercely with the Holy Court, and there are even rumors that the entire Shang Kingdom royal family will move their capital to Shangxiao City .”

After finishing speaking, the female sword cultivator beside her frowned and nodded in agreement:

"That's right, if you go to Shangxiao City at this time, don't you just hit the muzzle of the gun? Although it is said that chance is the most important in the land of Taixuan, it is not worthwhile to die clearly."

After the voice fell, the old monk who put the back cloth bag in front of him stretched out his hand, and the voice sounded:

"Since everyone is a life-and-death relationship, Benxiu doesn't hide it. I went to Shangxiao this time with the purpose of making a fortune."

"As the saying goes, practicing and practicing is nothing more than the land of wealth and companionship. If you can make a fortune, it is also a great opportunity."

After finishing speaking, the old monk opened the cloth pouch in his hand, and everyone looked down, only to find that there was a black cloth pouch inside the cloth pouch, which tightly wrapped the contents.

Afterwards, under the gaze of both pairs of eyes, the old monk continued to pull the second layer of the cloth bag a little bit, and suddenly a ray of dazzling light shot directly from the cloth bag, making the people around him close their eyes at once.

After a while, several people opened their eyes, stared at the old monk in front of them, and murmured:

"This, this is Akashi? Why is it so bright?"

Chapter 1796 Hunter

Somewhere in the foggy mountains and seas, within the tumbling gorge, amid the darkness and the ups and downs of clouds and mist, a particularly bright ray of light suddenly pierced through the void and shot out, causing the brows of the surrounding people to frown.

Although it was only exposed for a moment, the old monk sealed the cloth bag wrapped in several layers of black cloth, but several people still saw this bright glowing thing.

Surprisingly, they are bright stones that are as crystal clear as night pearls.

"This bright stone is so clear, what a high quality!"

After the admiration of the middle-aged sword cultivator fell, he stretched out his hand and carefully fastened the cloth bag in front of him again. The old man nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for the first time, and the old voice came out:

"That's right, it's the first time this old man has seen such a good appearance of bright stones, so I just hope that these bright stones can make a fortune, and maybe they can do something in troubled times."

"It's no wonder fellow daoists are going to Shangxiao City. It is said that within Shangxiao, there are many tycoons with countless immortal coins, and only there can let the bright stones in the hands of fellow daoists maximize their value."

After the old man's voice fell, the voice of the middle-aged sword repairer opposite him came out suddenly, and then he turned his eyes and continued to say:

"After all, Akashi only has the function of shining at night, and it is of no help to practice. People like you and me who lick blood don't care how clear the Akashi is in their hands. Only those big families in Shangxiao City will have such The mood of life."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject and continued to speak:

"If it was a few years ago, I would definitely think that you, fellow daoist, would make a lot of money. There are so many auction houses in Shangxiao City, even if you can't find a big buyer, you can go directly to the pawnshop to pawn, and the price is still high.

"But it's hard to say now, the war is raging, and the situation in the Central Shangguo is complicated. Although Shangxiao is recognized as a prosperous city, but under the preoccupation with self-care, these top-level bright stones may not be easy to sell."

"This truth, how can the old man not know."

After finishing speaking, the old man sighed again, raised his hand to caress the white beard on his chest, and said with helpless words:

"You guys don't know that the sect that the old man belongs to used to be a powerful party in the local county, but under the chaos, it suffered frequent changes, was besieged by several sects, and frequently lost cities within its sphere of influence. It's the end of the mountain.

"So in desperation, the old man took the risk and went to Shangxiao City to try and see if he could save the Zongmen from the fire and water."

As soon as the old man said this, the mist once again fell into the silence that could be heard from falling needles. It is true that what happened to the old monk was just a microcosm of the beginning of this chaotic era, and the rest of the people present, although they did not say it clearly, but all Each has its own helplessness.

They are all people who have left their hometowns, so they can naturally understand each other's experiences better, but they also know that the so-called verbal comfort is the most pale, and in the end there is only silent silence.

After about tens of breaths, the female swordsman next to the middle-aged swordsman, who had been silent all the time, seemed to think of something, turned her head, opened her lips, and said to the old monk:

"Old monk, I seem to have some impression of the Akashi in your hand. Is it from a chamber of commerce called Crescent Moon?"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man's eyes lit up, his voice raised a little, and he said:

"Unexpectedly, the little girl also knows about the Crescent Moon Chamber of Commerce. This Chamber of Commerce is extremely mysterious, as if it appeared out of thin air, but it has everything you need, and its financial resources are extremely strong.

"And the Akashi in the old man's hand was also borrowed from the Crescent Chamber of Commerce. This is also the last chance for my sect to come back."

"Old man, the reason why I know about this Crescent Moon Merchant Guild is because the sect I belong to seems to have borrowed this bright stone from it, and it is said that this trade guild has a close relationship with the Gunjin Sect, and has funded many sects overtly and secretly. "

As soon as the female swordsman said this, the expressions of several people around him were different. Then the old monk tied the cloth bag in front of him, carried it on his back again, and tied it hard, and the old voice sounded:

"When the tide recedes, those who hide under the sea will appear one after another, and when the gods fight, it is us mortals who suffer.

"Many times, the old man really wants to have a co-lord of the world, who can rule the world like the fairy palace in the past. In this way, he can sleep peacefully."

"Old fellow Taoist, how difficult it is to unify the world."

The middle-aged Jianxiu let out a long sigh, and just about to continue speaking, suddenly the ground beneath him shook violently.

This tremor was not a simple slight jitter on the ground, but all the simultaneous tremors of all the surrounding mountains towering into the clouds, as well as the entire vast area of ​​Wushanhai.

In the next breath, the middle-aged sword cultivator stretched out his hand to grasp the long sword inserted in his hand, and a dignified voice sounded directly:

"Did you feel it? The entire Wushanhai just shook!"

"Could it be another fog beast attack?"

The same dignified voice of inquiry came out, and several people drew out their weapons to be on guard, but in the next instant, everyone's complexion changed suddenly at the same time, because the more explosive vibration force erupted under their feet.

"boom!"

A thunder-like loud explosion exploded violently, and the whole earth jumped up violently again. Afterwards, whether it was a series of towering gorges or rolling mist, all because of the force of this huge shock, they began to vibrate incomparably. ups and downs.

"It can't be the Mist Beast. The mountains of the Mist Mountain Sea are about to collapse. Which Mist Beast has such vast power?"

Among the few people, the old monk with the highest cultivation base exclaimed again and again, then stretched out his right hand, grabbed the somewhat sluggish female sword cultivator beside him, jumped back, and continued to let out a roar:

"Quickly disperse, go to the middle of the canyon, the rock above is about to fall."

Before the words were finished, piercing whistling sounds rang out, and at the same time, the few people who were running wildly were completely lifted by a huge force, smashed hard on the ground, and rolled all the way.

"Woooo!"

The ear-piercing whistling sound indicated that what shook the entire Wushanhai at this time was the extremely violent hurricane of heaven and earth. At the same time, this hurricane was extremely abrupt, rising out of thin air, and directly reached its peak within a few breaths.

In the next breath, the old monk who was rolling on the ground felt the tearing force in his hand getting stronger and stronger. After a scream, he could no longer hold the female sword cultivator and let go of his right hand.

Then the female sword cultivator in the old man's hand was completely blown away, and just a few huge rocks fell from the sky, and the former was smashed into minced meat without even a scream.

"Damn it, damn it!"

The old man let out a roar, and then his whole body was also slammed on a rock. At the same time, the void not far from him suddenly fluctuated violently, and then the whole body cracked like a mirror, and dense cracks appeared.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the void was completely shattered, and a vague figure rushed out of it, smashed into the ground, and made another deafening noise!

At the same time, the cloth bag on the old man's back was shattered due to the violent impact, and a bright stone happened to fly out of it and rolled down to the side of the pothole on the ground.

In the next breath, the light of Akashi illuminates the scene in the pit.

At the same time, the old monk who was looking at him suddenly began to tremble all over, biting his lips tightly, not making any sound.

Inside the pit, an eight-armed monk like a demon god sank deep into the ground, motionless.

Suddenly, it was the ninth sage of the Holy Court Martial Palace, Bo Tiao, whose body was shattered and who was dying!

Chapter 1797 Giving a Head

As the saying goes, one wave is not calm, and another wave rises again. Suddenly, in the gorge that was violently shaken, a large number of monks were still in shock, scurrying around like headless flies in the dense fog, exclaiming again and again.

"Roar!"

The hurricane and earthquake were so powerful that even the camel mountain beast at the front of the gorge raised its head to the sky and roared with extreme fear. Under these roars, everyone's panic was undoubtedly even worse.

The earth trembled violently, and the mountains on both sides of the canyon collapsed, killing and injuring many monks. In the past, when people heard that those monks who had cultivated well were killed by falling rocks, it would be unbelievable.

But what was raging in the canyon just now was the wind that swayed mountains and mountains that contained the law of extreme storms.

Under this wind, these monks couldn't raise any vitality at all, and they were no different from ordinary people with no cultivation. At this time, the instigator of this wind was completely blasted into the ground, and his whole body was like a punctured balloon Usually, the original power of the wind is poured outward.

Bo Ting suffered an unprecedented severe injury since he practiced in this life, especially in the middle of his eyebrows, there was a finger-sized hole, which completely penetrated his sky cap, and even shattered his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is undoubtedly an arrow wound!

However, this wound was not caused by one arrow, but a deadly wound that was forcibly chiseled out by tens of thousands of arrows that bombarded him non-stop.

In other words, during the tragic siege just now, Xu Qing, the windrunner, shot countless destructive arrows at Bo Tai's eyebrows in a very short period of time.

"Woooo."