Compared to the neatness of the White Bone Continent and Yu Jinglai, Purgatory City seems much more chaotic. In fact, it cannot be called a city, because there is no city wall, so it can be said that it is a large settlement. However, there is a flag on this huge meteorite, which looks a bit broken. There are two true spirit runes under the flag - Purgatory.

Under the flag is a stone carved with the words "I'm the one who decides the prison city" in the prison city. This sentence looks very arrogant, but it's still there for so many years, which shows how powerful the person who carved this word is.

Although the other disciples of the Taoist Palace were interested in talking to Qingyang, Qingyang had already gone down when the spiritual boat stopped. Even if Gui Manluo was standing next to him, he didn't know how Qingyang left. When she was searching around, she found that Qingyang had been standing under the purgatory flag at some time.

She was even more surprised that the clear sun disappeared and appeared there silently.

"I have seen Lingkong, one of the ten great monks in the Dharma Palace, and he cannot disappear silently by my side, so that I cannot notice it. Could it be that he is even stronger than Lingkong? If this is true, how could he not be among the ten great monks in the Dharma Palace?"

She came down from the spiritual boat and came to Qingyang. She looked up at Qingyang, who was in a state of confusion and asked, "What, is there anything special about this flag?"

"Of course, if you are wrong, this flag must be the last spiritual flower in a certain world. If this flag is not there, the wind in the Purgatory Star Belt can turn people into pieces, and it will never be so gentle. What a powerful spiritual treasure." Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly at the flag moving with the wind.

Gui Manluo didn't care at first, but he deliberately felt it, but found that the image of the flag seemed to have a powerful force, entangling the wind here, preventing the wind from moving.

She knew that this was not the wind, but because the Dharma intention here was set by this flag, there was no wind.

"No wonder this Purgatory Star Belt can form what it is today." Ghost Manro said.

"Well, Miss Manro, are you planning to stay here for a long time?" Qingyang asked.

"At least I have to convert my own spiritual power before making a decision. If I can't adapt to this place, I may have to go back to the White Bone Continent. I will ask you to take more care of you at that time." Gui Manluo smiled.

"If you go back to the Dao Palace, you can come to me if you have anything to do. I am from Tianyan Palace, so it should not be difficult to find it." Qingyang said that, he had already walked towards the Purgatory City without a wall.

Looking at Qingyang's gray robe, Gui Manluo could not see what Qingyang's status was in the Taoist Palace. Based on her understanding, Tianyan Palace does not seem to be an ancient hall, and she had never heard of this name.

No matter what Gui Manluo thought, Qingyang was surprised by this Purgatory City at this time. There are all kinds of wonders in the world, and everything in the world can appear.

He looked around and saw the dark sky. However, under this darkness, this meteorite belt was filled with illumination and illuminating everything.

As he walked step by step, the people in the city also appeared little by little in his eyes. He had only vaguely seen this before. At this moment, he felt that the master of Purgatory City was unfathomable. A person's strength did not have to be known until he casts earth-shaking magic, and he could see the realm more from the subtleties.

It was very quiet inside, not many people, and the house was built with ready-made meteorites, integrated, circling inward, giving him a feeling of an ant nest.

There are small stone houses, and the stone house has only one door and no windows.

"Bang...bang...bang...bang..."

A sound of striking came from the depths. Qingyang looked for the striking sound and walked past the monotonous houses. He did not go to see if anyone was there in these houses. However, he looked for the striking sound but never found it. Instead, he came to the center of this meteorite, which was the top. Looking down from here, you can clearly see that the circles of stone layers spread out from here as the center, and part of the above of the meteorite was covered by these houses.

The center is not as deserted as the road when I came. It seems extremely lively. It is like a market in the mortal world, with restaurants and rows of shops. Some people stay in front of each shop, and even heard the hawking sounds. Qingyang walked in and quickly got into it.

This is a market.

The things sold are all kinds of strange things, from magical instruments and spiritual treasures to small insect eggs. The names and prices of items sold are hung on those small shops, and some of them are written on the bribes, which are all bartered.

Qingyang looked at the words written in the shops on both sides and those in the shops. The people inside also looked at him with their eyes, and every newcomer would be attracted by their attention.

A restaurant appeared in his eyes. The restaurant was called Purgatory Restaurant, which looked thick and depressing. Qingyang walked in and no one greeted him. He found a table and sat down.

The moment he sat down, he remembered the scene when he first met Feng Ling in a Jianhe world. At that time, he was also sitting near the window of the restaurant. He saw Feng Ling not paying for dinner, jumping down from the window, and then riding a horse to go away.

"Does she still exist?" Qingyang thought to himself. It was not that he had thought of looking for her. He had thought of looking for those junior and disciples in the cycle of reincarnation, but he had not had time.

"How are they doing now? Have they embarked on the path of cultivation again?"

Qingyang picked up the teacup on the table. The moment the teacup hit his lips, he was shocked. With a force on his hand, the teacup was crushed by him. The sound of the teacup being broken was crisp, and it spread like a tangible spiritual wave.

His mind was lighter, and the feeling of returning from the past instantly dissipated. He narrowed his eyes, where was the cup in his hand, where was the wine and tea on the table, and what he was holding was a toad, but the toad was dead.

His eyes turned cold. There were a few people sitting there drinking alone in the restaurant. Qingyang seemed to have not seen them before. At this time, he felt that he had seen it before, but he had ignored it.

"Mr. Master, I am very honored to visit our Purgatory Restaurant. Is there anything I can do for you?" A servant walked over and said to Qingyang. Although his words were very polite, there was no panic on his face.

Qingyang threw the toad in his hand on the table and said, "Don't you explain this?" His voice was a little cold, and anyone could tell that he was angry.

But the waiter smiled, and he said with a smile: "It must be your first time to come to Purgatory. We have to pass the prince's level in our restaurant? He is our pickup."

"Prince?" Qingyang frowned, a little confused, but his voice did not warm up at all.

"It's this prince." Before the waiter could speak, the toad that was thrown on the table suddenly turned over and lay on the table and said, speaking with a mouthful.
Chapter completed!