Marry Long Aotian

The time in the environment seems to be faster than the outside world, with a few white nights changing, and there are only nine days left before the closure of the secret environment.

When they couldn't find another exit, they had to set aside two days to return, and the time was even tighter.

And these days, apart from meeting Zheng's corpse, which can barely be regarded as a chance, other gains are nothing more than small troubles.

Of course, this is for Yan Lingyun, and for Mo Yang, his small coffers are already full, more and more shady weeds are being picked up, and Yu Peili has built several hills.

The vast expanse of yellow sand seems to have no end.

The boat is like a green leaf, the only life in this wilderness.

Just when Mo Yang thought it would continue like this, on the seventh last day, they unexpectedly ran into a city.

This city has been dilapidated, but this is a secret place, and the existence of the city shows that this world was not formed naturally, but artificially.

I just don't know why it ended up like this in the end.

When the flying boat flew to the edge of the city wall, it was discovered that the city wall was extraordinarily high, almost fifty meters above the ground, and there were tower defenses and formations on it.

Inside the city walls, it looks like a small city.

These buildings are completely different from the outside, simpler and more atmospheric. The wind howls through the countless dark windows, making the towers look like Gobi, silent and dangerous.

The rooms inside can still accommodate people, but they are a bit dirty.

Yan Lingyun used the dust-clearing formula, and the room immediately became spotless.

The two decided to rest temporarily in the ancient city for one night, sharing a room, Yan Lingyun meditated and watched the night, and Mo Yang slept.

Without wind and sun, this is the best sleeping condition for Mo Yang in recent days.The bed in the room is good except for a hole in the corner.With Yan Lingyun's consent, he spread a few more pieces of his clothes on, and then lay down and put on the cloak.

Reluctantly holding his nerve, Mo Yang moved out a small space and said to Yan Lingyun, "Prince Immortal, are you coming up too?"

The ground was cold and hard, and there was no futon, so it was uncomfortable to sit cross-legged all night.

Mo Yang has warmed up the quilt, even if he is meditating, he can meditate on the bed.

But Yan Lingyun refused.

Mo Yang was sleepy, untied his hair, and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Mo Yang was woken up by the sound of hawking.

He thought it was a dream, but after his consciousness gradually condensed, he realized that it didn't seem to be the voice in the dream.

Mo Yang opened his eyes blankly.

What he saw in front of him made him even more confused - the room that was still dilapidated last night was completely new today.

The original broken walls and sunken windows were all intact, and the room was airtight, with several braziers burning.The floor was covered with weird and gorgeous animal skin blankets, while he slept on a brand new bed.Sunshine shines through the bed curtains, and the bedding still has the fragrance of wormwood.

"..." Mo Yang couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing for a moment.

He got off the bed with bare feet, followed the sound to the window, hesitantly opened the window, and saw the scene below that made his hair stand on end.

The ancient city - alive.

The streets are full of shops, big and small, selling salt, tea, wine, spirit clothes, food and drink, scattered high and low, and extremely crowded.The people inside are also very crowded. From a distance, you can only see crowds of people. There are men and women. The clothes are completely different from the outside world.

Heck.

Mo Yang wiped his eyes, and his vision became much clearer. He concentrated and looked towards the nearest street, trying to see who they were.

But this time, it was like ice and snow, and it was completely cold from the inside to the outside.

They... have no faces.

A "person" seemed to have noticed Mo Yang's gaze. He was carrying a pole, but raised his head and "looked" at Mo Yang.

The face is smooth and flat, with no facial features or anything.

Mo Yang stepped back abruptly and closed the window. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the sounds of hawking that sounded lively outside gave off a strange smell.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this moment, there was a knock on his door, and Mo Yang turned to stare at the door: "Who is it?"

A passionate male voice came from outside the door, but the language Mo Yang couldn't understand at all.But he guessed that the person who came was probably the "secondary" of the inn, because through the window screen, he saw that he was holding a big food box in his hand, as if he had come to deliver food.

Or maybe it was for dinner.

Mo Yang: "No need, let's go." Now that the grimaces are gone, he can still speak deceitfully.

Xiao Er, as if he didn't hear it, continued to knock on the door, repeating a sentence, and kept raising his food box.His knocking on the door became more and more intense and faster, and finally he was lying on the window like a bug, as if he was about to tear the door open in the next moment.

Mo Yang picked up the window tiles, and he didn't feel very scared in his heart.

He thought, if this thing rushes in, he can try to see if he can face a brick and fight for a chance to escape.

Of course, he felt that Yan Lingyun must have set up something like an enchantment, otherwise "it" would have broken in long ago.

Only fools go out.

The old god Mo Chao sat back on the bed, humming a song and putting on his socks, when he heard Xiaoer grinding his teeth like a beast, he just thought he was being cute.

Until there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and the sound of Xiao Er slamming on the door came suddenly.

If Mo Yang felt something, he listened attentively.

He heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, and then it seemed as if the sand was blowing to the ground, and only for a moment, the sword came back to the sheath without a sound.

There was another knock on the door, brief and restrained this time.

Mo Yang went to open the door, and there was Yan Lingyun standing outside the door.He was still holding a hot breakfast in his hand, seeing Mo Yang holding a brick, the corner of the young man's lips raised slightly: "I set up a barrier in the room before going out, don't worry."

Mo Chao thought that sure enough, he put the brick back.

He looked curiously at the porridge and buns in Yan Lingyun's hands: "Can this be eaten?"

"Yes," Yan Lingyun said, "it is possible, so I feel weird, so I bought it and checked it."

The market here uses spirit stones, even if the porridge and steamed stuffed buns are mortal food, it cost Yan Lingyun five low-grade spirit stones.

They do not know gold and silver.

Yan Lingyun carefully inspected the bowl of porridge and the bag of steamed buns, but no matter what he checked, it was indeed an ordinary bowl of porridge and steamed buns, only slightly cloudy.

Mo Yang felt a little greedy when he smelled the aroma, so he couldn't help inhaling the smell.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge!

Yan Lingyun found out, put the food back into the storage ring, and shook his head: "Don't eat the things here."

"En." Mo Yang nodded obediently.

He is just hungry.

Then Yan Lingyun took out a dagger and put it on the table: "Use this thing for self-defense, with talismans engraved on it, it can be attacked and defended, and it can also resist one or two when encountering Huayuan."

Better than a brick.

Mo Chao took it, and rolled his eyes with joy: "Thank you Xianchang."

The protagonist's thighs are so thick, he needs to hold them tight.

Yan Lingyun hummed.

After resting for a while, Yan Lingyun planned to take Mo Yang out.

It was because he cared about the boy's body that he never woke him up.After all, it was necessary to get a good night's sleep on the road for several days, and Mo Yang couldn't draw Qi into his body, unlike a monk.

He never doubted that Mo Yang was not a monk.

No matter how stupid Wu Ling was, she would not rob ordinary people, that would be a serious crime.

Ordinary people are weak, and to monks, it is like morning dew, which is fleeting, and even an unintentional act may bring them disaster.Therefore, whether it is for oneself or for balance, Xianfan rarely interacts.

There was a monk of Merciless Sword School who fell in love with mortals. After a hundred years, he became obsessed with demons and destroyed his foundation. In the end, his path was hopeless, and he died of old age in the mountains.This matter will be heard by every disciple when they start, and it has long become common sense.

So no one will make such a mistake.

Yan Lingyun walked in front, and Mo Yang followed closely behind.

When we got to the street outside, we felt the weirdness of the atmosphere even more.

Being in it, Mo Yang felt as if he was stuffed in a jar. No matter how lively the two roads were, they were dead lively.

Pedestrians on the side of the road not only have no faces, but also have no shadows, all of them are ghosts.The ghosts they met before were monsters, but now they are humans.

Mo Yang didn't dare to think about why there was such a ghost in the vibrant Tibetan mountain secret place, and why these people died here.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that the Tibetan Mountain Secret Realm has been assimilated by the lower realm, otherwise this place would not be a place for novices to break into, and if they meet face to face, they will be beaten to death by a full-level boss.

There were more and more ghosts, and they bumped into each other and didn't know how to avoid them. Mo Yang was caught between them, feeling that the air was as cold as a refrigerator, and his body stiffened unavoidably.

So cold.

He tried harder to keep up with the young man, and he almost stuck to him.

However, at this moment, his hand was suddenly held.

It is Yan Lingyun.

Mo Yang was a little dazed, and instinctively wanted to break away, thinking it was strange.But he was used to holding the sword in his hand, and with a little force, his hand was completely wrapped. Not only was his body warm, but also a warm aura came from the connecting place, instantly dispelling Mo Chilling body cold.

Mo Yang felt the benefits, and immediately stopped struggling.

Yan Lingyun said calmly, "Just pretend not to notice anything."

These ghosts may not realize that they are dead for thousands of years, and they are still repeating their previous lives.

Mo Yang was led through the crowd of ghosts, gradually becoming more comfortable, walking side by side with Yan Lingyun unknowingly.Although his height is only above the jaw of a young man, he still looks very harmonious.

Sometimes I look in all directions curiously.

It is indeed strange here. After the city tower is restored to its original appearance, it can make people feel the fault of the times.In addition, the language and characters are all different.

The characters written by the people here are more like symbols, and the language they speak is more winding and long, but it sounds nice and has a bit of elegance.

Mo Chao somehow felt familiar, but couldn't remember it.

Relying on the fact that they and ghosts couldn't understand each other, Mo Yang boldly asked Yan Lingyun: "Are they all ancient people?"

"That's right," Yan Lingyun replied, "Looking at the rune writing, this is an ancient ancestor."

"They are all dead?"

"died."

"Why are they all dead?" Mo Yang thought for a moment, "Why didn't they go to the rebirth."

But as soon as the question was finished, Yan Lingyun stopped and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yang vaguely felt that he had said something wrong, because Yan Lingyun's eyes were sharp, almost sizing up.

And he never looked away, as if he was thinking of something.

But he didn't know what he said wrong. Isn't it common sense that people in the world of cultivating immortals go to reincarnation after death?Mo Yang looked bewildered.

"It's nothing," Yan Lingyun didn't say it directly, but said, "Let's go."

But his hand seemed to be clenched even tighter, and Mo Hao felt a little pain for no reason.

After wandering around all afternoon, Mo Yang found nothing, but Yan Lingyun's frown became deeper and deeper.

Anyway, he couldn't think of anything, so Mo Yang decided to travel with a group.

And the funniest thing along the way was when a kid bumped into them.

When Mo Chao was hit, he felt as if he had been hit by ice, but seeing Yan Lingyun's calm expression, the kid who bumped into him didn't seem to be threatening.

The fact is also true, this kid seems to be a stupid kid, and a little girl ghost, when he bumped into Mo Chao, he first snorted and rubbed his head, then raised his somewhat dirty face, and smiled at Mo Chao.

Although she has no face, Mo Yang thinks she is smiling, which is inexplicably cute.

She said something softly, probably sorry.

Mo Wei couldn't help talking to her: "It's okay."

The little girl tilted her head ghostly, picked a small purple flower from the flower basket she was carrying, and gave it to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang looked at Yan Lingyun, who nodded.

He took it carefully, and speaking of it, this was the first time he received a gift from a ghost in his two lifetimes.

Although the little ghost girl wasn't well dressed, her clothes were neat and tidy, and she quickly bounced away with her flower basket in her arms.

Mo Yang couldn't help but look back at her, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Ghosts don't seem so scary.

But the next moment, he heard a shrill scream——

This scream came from the tower in the distance, like a signal, the whole city fell silent.

Mo Yang watched helplessly as the sky darkened rapidly, like a deflated balloon, rolling up dense gray clouds.The city is at once like a torn canvas, the bright colors fading quickly and suddenly becoming chaotic, colorful.

It's really hot.

The breath of the giant beast came from outside the city wall, and a monster covered in fire and spots slowly emerged its head.