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The aura twisted wildly, and Li Feng tore wildly, not only connecting the people around him, but also seeming to separate the flesh and blood.

In the darkness, amidst the hoarse shouts of the monks who were sucked in, the rattan wrapped around Rong Huai's waist was pulled harder and strengthened.As long as they relax a bit, they will be torn apart abruptly.

The waist bones were almost crushed, in the darkness, Rong Huai couldn't see the heavy brocade.But people who are accustomed to endure pain, even in this sudden situation, still have a reassuring smile.

Rong Huai took the initiative to hold the wisteria around his waist, and he shouted: "Chongjin."

"I'm here." The child's immature voice was rarely dignified, and the cool vine body wrapped around Rong Huai's wrist uneasy: "Don't let go."

"it is good."

After more than ten breaths, when the footsteps stepped on the ground, it changed from night to day in an instant, and the dazzling light hurt the eyes.

The noise that boiled against the sky poured into the ears, everyone followed the noise and looked as far as the eye can see, and saw the golden avenue spreading from a distance, and the city wall made of jasper bloomed in the warm sun. shine.

On the several zhang jasper city wall, Yang Yang raised three large characters: Yongle City.

"Yongle City? What is this place?" Someone behind Rong Huai shouted in panic: "I clearly remember that I was still in Guishanling just now!"

"Didn't you say that there is no magic cultivator here? What's going on now?!"

"I do not know either."

……

The wisteria wrapped around her waist and wrists had been taken back, and Chong Jin stood beside Rong Huai with a cold face, her eyes also focused on the city gate.

Just looking in from the city gate, you can vaguely glimpse the bustling and noisy scene inside.Whether it's the gloomy Ghost Mountain, the dead Ghost Town, or the Yongle City in front of us, they all reveal a weirdness.

"Go in and have a look?" Rong Huai said.

"Hmm." Chong Jin took the initiative to grab Rong Huai's hand, obviously when he got involved just now, the crazy tearing made him feel uneasy.In addition to grabbing Rong Huai's hand, a wisteria protruded from his sleeve, and tied their hands together tightly.

Earlier in the room, at the moment when the formation under Guishan Town was activated, Rong Huai disappeared very quickly, within half a breath.If he hadn't fully developed his cultivation base, quickly grabbed a corner of Rong Huai's clothes, and followed up with his strength, he might only be able to watch Rong Huai being taken away under his nose.

Now that no one from Lingyumen is here, and Rong Huai has no cultivation, it is still unclear what happened to Yongle City.For the idiot beside him, he didn't even dare to move away in the blink of an eye.

A kind of irritability rose from the bottom of my heart.

He obviously noticed something was wrong, why didn't he find out that there is a formation under here?In the final analysis, his cultivation is still not enough, so when facing the unknown, he is always timid.

After thinking about it, the wisteria that tightly bound the hands of the two of them exerted strength silently again.

Feeling the increasing restraint on his hands, Rong Huai looked down at the wisteria looming in his sleeves, then at Chong Jin with a sullen face, and put his hand on the child's forehead.

Chongjin looked up impatiently: "What are you doing?"

The latter rolled his eyes and smiled: "Don't be afraid."

Chongjin patted the man's hand away: "What am I afraid of? Take care of yourself first."

The two behind Luo Chengmen were also confused, they knew that they had rushed out of the room just a moment ago, one was going to Ronghuai's room, and the other was going to Chu Mo's room.As a result, the person was sucked in while still in mid-air.

Seeing that Rong Huai and the others had entered the city, they followed without delay.

Stepping on the street and walking into the city gate, you can see the ultimate luxury and prosperity.

The water in the city surrounds Yongle City like a green belt, row upon row of pavilions, towers and pavilions, and willows are beautifully reflected on the lake.The boat leaned against the shore, and the sound of extravagant Shengxiao and drunken laughter came bursts.The street is full of exquisite lanterns, and inside are burning eternal candles made of merman fat.

The unique mermaid's bewitching fragrance radiates from the lantern, covering the entire Yongle City, covered with a layer of thin film, like a rare dream once in a hundred years, with illusory and unreal.

The monks come and go, some of them are rich in wealth, wearing dazzling cassocks, holding a mouthful of spiritual wine worth ten thousand gold in one hand, and a graceful beauty transformed from a rare spiritual plant in the other.On the other side of the tree lay a monk with incomplete limbs, foul smell, poor clothes and food, and his life was dying.

Outside the pleasure-seeking pavilion, there are countless people killing a person in broad daylight, dismembering his body, and looting, while the pavilion is crowded with numb, happy applauding people, they clamored: "Crush his fingers!" Gouging out his eyes! Well done!"

The viscous blood was greedily sucked in by the streets paved with gold, and the corpse was quickly dragged away by a group of hungry people for cooking. As soon as the smell of blood came out, it was covered by the seductive incense of the ever-burning candle.

The same place seems to have merged the Infernal Hell and the Holy Land of Ultimate Bliss.

As soon as Fang entered the city, the spiritual energy rushed over like a frenzy, and the intensity was comparable to the Lingyu Gate where a top-quality spiritual vein was buried.

The two of Luo Chengmen, who were originally devoted to Rong Huai and the others, had never seen such a big scene before?They immediately forgot about Rong Huai.The tendons stretched vigorously, just like the monks behind them, desperately absorbing so much spiritual energy.

In just one breath, they completely fell in love with this place called Yongle City, and they have completely integrated into it.

Rong Huai and Chong Jin also felt that there was an abnormal amount of spiritual energy here, and it was strange to come in, but now the scenes in the city are even more absurd and bizarre, and it is inevitable to be a little disgusted in their hearts.Therefore, they coincided with each other and did not get any trace of aura here.

After feeling the aura here, the group of monks behind Rong Huai couldn't wait to pass them and rush into the city, eager to explore everything in Yongle City.

Rong Huai led the heavy brocade, and every plant and tree was connected to those monks. They could clearly sense that it was all true.This is a real place, not an illusion.

There is no other way to transfer so many people from Guishan Town to a completely new place without anyone noticing it, except for the ninth-rank peak teleportation array.

It should be more than that, this formation is only brought into the monks under the Nascent Soul cultivation base.Because none of the eleven people from Lingyumen could follow in.

And Chongjin didn't notice any changes around him at that time, if he hadn't reacted quickly and caught Rong Huai, I'm afraid that now only Rong Huai who has no cultivation level is here alone.

I dare not imagine who the master behind this so-called Yongle City is, and how terrifying his strength is.There is no one in the comprehension world who can create a ninth-rank peak teleportation formation!

And Xiangxiang Zhengli is so generous, setting up an array under the ghost mountain, is it because he wants them to come here to have a look?What's even more strange is that it accommodated a whole city of monks, how could there be no news about it?

Both Rong Huai and Chong Jin are delicate people. Before entering Yongle City completely, they need to know what Yongle City is.

Under a dead tree not far from the entrance of the city, there was a dilapidated wooden table quietly placed there, quite out of place with the luxurious and prosperous Yongle City.

Sitting at the table was a thin young man dressed in ordinary clothes, with a gentle smile on his pale and sickly face.His temperament is like green bamboo, and he has a bookish air, just like a weak teacher in a school.

In front of him was a plain teapot and a plate of white flour steamed buns.

A beggar dragged his broken leg and stretched out his hand from the ground to beg for it. With a bit of pity in his eyes, he handed one of the only three white flour steamed buns on the plate to the man.

The beggar wolfed down the steamed buns in his hand, and stretched out his hand to the man again, only to see that the young man in Tsing Yi took another one and put it in the man's hand.

After eating a few bites again, the beggar stretched out his hand unsatisfied, staring greedily at the last white flour steamed bun on the plate.Sure enough, the last one was in his hands, and the plate was empty, and the beggar finally dragged his legs contentedly, dragged his body on the ground with both hands and crawled away.

When Rong Huai and Chong Jin came to his table, the man paused slightly with his hand holding the teapot, and raised his head in a little surprise: "You two are this?"

Rong Huai apologized and saluted: "I'm bothering you, can I delay your time?"

The latter stretched out his palm: "It's an honor, please sit down, fellow immortals."

The wisteria in the sleeve wrapped around her wrist even more forcefully. It was obvious that Chongjin was full of vigilance towards Yongle City and everyone in Yongle City, and her purple eyes stared at the opposite person with undisguised defense.

Rong Huai knew that Chongjin was worried and it was difficult to separate, so he simply picked up the child and put it on his lap.

The child was startled, and his vigilant purple eyes looked at Rong Huai in astonishment. Rong Huai first smiled at Chong Jin comfortingly, then looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who was facing him, and said, "At home, Ling Zhi Fang is afraid of being born. I hope you don't take offense." .”

Young Master Tsing Yi served two cups of tea for Rong Huai and Chong Jin: "I don't mind."

"My name is Rong and my name is Huai. I don't know how to call you?"

Young Master Tsing Yi put the teapot away and replied, "Lin Qidao."

Lin Qidao.

The way is the way, and the way is the name.

Rong Huai's eyes narrowed slightly. For some reason, the three words, which were clearly very simple, were said so lightly by this person, and there was an inexplicably monstrous aura.

"You two want to ask about Yongle City?" Lin Qidao asked first.

Rong Huai nodded: "Yes."

Lin Qidao took a sip of tea: "The two of you must have been sucked in by the formation."

As he spoke, he seemed helpless and smiled: "The people in Yongle City come from all over the world, and their identities vary from high to low, but they were all silently sucked into the formation and sent here."

"After all, I've stayed here for three months, and I'm fairly familiar with Yongle City. If the two immortal friends have any questions, let me tell you bluntly. Maybe I can answer them."

Chong Jin in Rong Huai's arms felt the aura fluctuations of the person opposite him, reaching the peak of foundation building.

"Does Lin Xianyou know how to leave?" Rong Huai went straight to the point. He and Chong Jin disappeared into the inn out of thin air. Master and the others didn't know what happened, so they must be very worried at this time.

"Leave?" Lin Qidao raised his voice slightly, looked at Rong Huai again, and then chuckled: "Your Rong Xianyou is not the first person to ask me, but unfortunately, I don't know how to leave here. But ,"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over his back: "Those who asked me how to leave, have fallen in love with Yongle City now, and are reluctant to leave. You Fang Rongxian is here, why don't you wait a few more days before making any plans?"

Since Lin Qidao didn't know how to leave, Rong Huai naturally didn't chase after this person and asked, he followed Lin Qidao's words and asked: "Why are you reluctant to leave?"

Lin Qidao smiled, and behind the man in simple clothes was the magnificent scene of Yongle City spreading to the sky: "Because they call this a holy place for monks."

Under Yongle City, there are top-quality spiritual veins buried, and there is inexhaustible spiritual energy.Everyone can enjoy treatment comparable to that of Zhongyu Dazongmen.

In Yongle City, there are countless treasures that are vying for thousands of people in the cultivation world, such as top-grade mental techniques, various elixir and spiritual plants, beauties that are hard to find, luxurious cassocks, and the space that even the top Mahayana monks can only dream of. Magical artifacts, all kinds of rare high-level pills with almost no impurities, and even treasures of heaven and earth that can improve a monk's innate aptitude...

Things that were difficult to see before, as long as they are in Yongle City, as long as they have enough spirit stones, they can be bought!

And here there is no order, no restraint, no jurisdiction.

The monks who came in at the beginning still have their own spirit stones, but in a place like Yongle City, which is no different from a gold-selling cave, no amount of spirit stones can last long.

Desires prevailed over hypocritical morality, the sheepskin of hypocrisy was torn off, and those who were known as the upright people of Xianmen began to kill and rob Lingshi.

People with strength get everything they want in Yongle City, while those without strength end up with incomplete corpses.

As if that wasn't enough, the lord of Yongle City will invest 1000 million spirit stones every two months. However, such a large sum of enviable spirit stones is only randomly given to ten people, and then the names and residences of these ten people are cruelly disclosed. .

When talking about this, Lin Qidao pondered: "Friend Rong Xian came here by coincidence. Tomorrow is the day to distribute the spirit stones. I don't know who these 1000 million spirit stones will fall into."

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of bloodbath will be like after the name is made public.

According to Lin Qidao, in short, Yongle City is a place where the weak prey on the strong.

Everything is for the desire of monks.And the owner of Yongle City, the one who arranged the formation, and the one who threw the monks here, never showed his face, watching these monks show their ugly faces and kill each other like watching a plaything.

"It's really a pity to be trapped in this world for the illusory things that life doesn't bring and death don't take away."

Lin Qidao raised his eyebrows lightly: "Friend Rong Xian can see it clearly, but I like the laws here more than these false things."

"law?"

"The weak are as humble as dust, and the strong regard human life as worthless." He smiled and said, "Isn't it supposed to be like this in the cultivation world?"

At the end, Lin Qidao drank the little tea left, and looked at Rong Huai with a bit of regret and disapproval in his eyes: "Rong Xianyou doesn't seem very suitable for this place."

He put the teacup away, got up, and straightened his clothes.During the movement, there was a clear and melodious bell ringing from his waist. Rong Huai looked at it, and saw that unlike Lin Qidao's plain body, the copper bell on his waist was exquisite and dazzling, with interlaced hollow golden patterns and tassels, as if it was this person. The only expensive thing.

"I still have something important to do, so let's go first." After finishing speaking, Lin Qidao glanced at the brocade in Rong Huai's arms, then at Rong Huai, and kindly reminded: "Even if the spiritual cultivation of Rong Xianyou That’s right, but there are thousands of people in Yongle City, and these vicious people like to kill newcomers the most, so friend Rong Xian should be careful.”

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Rong Huai followed suit.

"See you by fate." Lin Qidao waved his hands and walked away.The copper bell around his waist swayed and made a pleasant ringing sound. The gentleman's temperament like a green bamboo is not in line with Yongle City, but it fits inexplicably and unexpectedly.

After Lin Qidao disappeared, Rong Huai and Chong Jin walked into the noisy crowd together.As soon as Fang entered, countless naked hungry wolves all focused their eyes on them, eager to peel them to pieces.

There is no morality at all here, and there are no so-called demon cultivators and immortal monks. There are only naked/naked/naked desires, and evil ghosts dominated by desires.

The aura circulated from the tendons, and Chong Jin was about to use Yuan Ying's cultivation to envelop Rong Huai and drive away the malicious people in all directions, but his movements stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Rong Huai asked after noticing Chong Jin's abnormality.

Chong Jin covered Rong Huai with the golden core spiritual energy mask, and said gloomyly: "Heaven and earth are bound."

"Heaven and earth bound?"

"Well, my cultivation has been suppressed at the golden core stage." Chongjin raised his head, his dark purple eyes looked at the seemingly endless blue sky through the dense red lanterns: "We are in the mustard seed. "

The only one that forms a single world and is independent of the world of self-cultivation is Sumi mustard, in which the rules and order are all formulated by the owner of Sumi mustard.

They were directly transferred into someone's mustard seeds by the formation.

No wonder no one was able to go out, no wonder there was no news of Yongle City in the cultivation world, because no one was able to go out at all.No wonder only monks below the Nascent Soul stage can come in, because they are afraid that people will find out that this is mustard seed. The constructed world collapsed.

Unprecedented anger rose from Zhong Jin's heart.

Like all the monks here, when they were thrown in, they stepped on this inch of ground.It has been revealed in the eyes of others without any privacy, and has become a pleasure for people to watch and relieve fatigue.

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