"Kneel down? What if I don't kneel down?" Zhou Qingmu shouted loudly to the stone city that had no dignity whatsoever without hesitation.

Kneel down and worship? Not to mention whether this weird city is the real so-called "City of Gods"? Even if it is, he, Zhou Qingmu, will never kneel down before such a mysterious thing. People who practice cultivation are destined to conquer heaven and earth, and do not kneel down to heaven and earth.

Only his parents and masters can kneel down. If there are still people in this world who can make Zhou Qingmu kneel down sincerely, then only Ye Jing'an and Li Qiubai are left.

So even if there really is a so-called god in this city, Zhou Qingmu will never kneel down and worship because of it!

As soon as Zhou Qingmu finished speaking, an invisible pressure suddenly arose between heaven and earth and rushed towards Zhou Qingmu. Then, the ancient and majestic voice sounded again.

"You disrespect God and deserve to be killed!"

This invisible force was both sacred and inviolable and boundlessly powerful. It suppressed his body and pushed it to the ground. It was very similar to the rumored counterattack of heaven that shattered his soul and cut off his next life! Zhou Qingmu immediately felt an invisible force.

It entered my own mind, as if it wanted to crush my soul.

If Zhou Qingmu was at his peak at this time, he would not be afraid, but now it is really difficult to resist.

Soon, Zhou Qingmu would be unable to hold on any longer and would kneel down!

At this moment, a voice that was indifferent but made Zhou Qingmu feel extremely close to him suddenly sounded in his mind!

"Stand up!"

This is the voice of Master Li Qiubai!

As the words fell, an invisible force began to appear on Zhou Qingmu's body, fighting against the so-called "divine punishment"! At this time, Zhou Qingmu also saw a black light in his mind, heading toward his body.

If you attack the soul, you want to crush your own soul!

But soon, a man with a vicissitudes of life suddenly appeared in the depths of his mind. Zhou Qingmu recognized it at a glance. This was the man he had seen in his dream before.

When the man's shadow appeared, the black light suddenly stopped. Zhou Qingmu looked carefully and found that the black light was actually trembling!

Then, another scene that shocked Zhou Qingmu appeared. The phantom of the man just faced the place where the black light was, stretched out his hand and shook it slightly. The black light was like a natural enemy, and it was heading out of Zhou Qingmu's mind.

Escape.

But unfortunately, it was too late. In just an instant, the black light shattered, turned into dust, and merged into Zhou Qingmu's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

At this time, the invisible pressure falling on Zhou Qingmu from heaven and earth also disappeared.

Who is this person? Regarding this question, the doubts that Zhou Qingmu had already had in his heart suddenly deepened. And at this moment, a new question was born, why was this man with a vicissitudes of life but extremely powerful face in his soul?

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There was no time to think about it, just as Zhou Qingmu stretched his fists and raised his head to look up, a golden light fell from the plaque on the city wall and enveloped Zhou Qingmu's body. Zhou Qingmu couldn't see anything in front of his eyes, and it was useless to struggle.

Immediately, Zhou Qingmu felt his feet suddenly hit the ground after a period of spinning.

When Zhou Qingmu opened his eyes again, a bustling town scene appeared before his eyes. Here, the streets were full of bustling pedestrians, and vendors were selling non-stop, just like a picture of a human market!

Have you entered that weird city?

Thinking like this, Zhou Qingmu suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his hand. The fairy sword Chaolu appeared in his hand at some point, and the sword energy was endless as if encountering an enemy. Why is this? You must know that this sword is the only one in the world.

One of the four top-level immortal swords in existence has long been born with spiritual intelligence. To act like this now, it must be something that it is afraid of when it encounters it.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu immediately tightened his relaxed heartstrings again and began to observe everyone passing by on the street at this time. When these various people passed by Zhou Qingmu, they seemed to have never seen him before and walked on by themselves.

Live and do your own thing.

After Zhou Qingmu's long observation, there was nothing unusual, but these people all had one thing in common. They all had a strange black mark on their foreheads, and the shape looked like... like a suppressor.

Swords on their foreheads!

At this time, Zhou Qingmu seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the city gate. He did not see any monks. What appeared in front of him were people dressed in different clothes who came in one after another. Either they were luxuriously dressed, or they were

They were all dressed in rags, etc. After entering here, they no longer chanted the unknown scriptures, and their foreheads also had that black mark after entering!

After entering here, the people seemed to have returned to their hometown, minding their own business and walking in various directions in the city.

Although Zhou Qingmu did not gain much from this observation, he did not dare to underestimate the abnormality of the fairy sword in his hand. So Zhou Qingmu started walking around the streets with the sword in hand.

During this journey, no matter how Zhou Qingmu spoke or greeted anyone, no one responded, as if Zhou Qingmu really didn't exist.

Zhou Qingmu walked in the city like this, and still didn't see anything unusual. Everything in the city was no different from ordinary cities in the outside world, until somewhere in the city, he stopped.

In front of him was a fortune-telling stall. The stall owner was a Taoist with an eight-character mustache. Zhou Qingmu looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. But what really attracted Zhou Qingmu was what he felt in this Taoist with an eight-character mustache.

When it comes to cultivation, it is usually at the level of Qi Condensation. Zhou Qingmu has been walking around this city for so long, and this is the first person he has seen with cultivation.

The fortune teller seemed to have noticed that Zhou Qingmu was paying attention to his stall, and he immediately smiled and said: "Sir, do you want to tell fortunes? Pindao is always very accurate! Just be careful!"

"Can you write talismans here to pray for blessings and ward off disasters?" Zhou Qingmu raised his head and looked at the eight-character Hu Taoist and asked.

At this time, the fortune teller lowered his head and took out a piece of talisman paper from the stall, and said without raising his head: "Of course, I am very good at writing talisman paper!"

After Zhou Qingmu heard this, he took out a bag of money from his storage bag and handed it to the fortune teller, saying, "Troublesome sir, please write more beautifully."

The mustached Taoist raised his head and was about to take the bag of money. When he saw Zhou Qingmu's face, the outstretched hand suddenly stopped. He looked at Zhou Qingmu carefully and said, "Sir, where am I?"

Have you met?"

"Really? I don't remember." Zhou Qingmu also felt that this fortune teller looked very familiar, but did not say anything.

At this time, Taoist Taoist Hu Zihu did not take the bag of money, but stretched out his hand and began to count it.

After a while, the Taoist with a mustache cursed and said, "Mom, why can I meet you in this damn place?"
Chapter completed!