The dragon vein and dragon energy will not be easily generated or disappeared easily. Since according to the elders of Jingpomen, this generation of Chen dynasty has more than a hundred years of luck, it is very unusual that the dragon vein is destroyed and the dragon energy disappears now.
The elder of Jingbo Gate would definitely not think of the crack like Shi'er. There are only a few people in the world who can think of it.
So Shi'er decided to go to the capital. Even if it wasn't for the cracks, I'm afraid there would be something else.
For example, who was the person who used the soul bottle to take the opportunity to catch up with the dead souls while the two armies were fighting? What was his origin?
Shi'er could help her answer the question of Qiuqiu: "Although I have never seen this person with my own eyes, I can see the clues from that soul bottle. Fang Zhenren had encountered a strange incident in his early years, and a place was spreading plague. When he went to inspect, he found that the disease was not a natural disaster, but man-made. Someone poisoned the water in those places, so the people there died in large numbers. Not only that, he also found that those who should have died were buried were excavated and stolen that night. He followed for several months, but the other party was too cunning and acted by any means. Fang Zhenren was finally escaped by the man because of his concern for the innocent people who were held hostage."
"What is his use to dig out dead bodies?"
"Refining the puppet corpse." Shi'er's tone became severe: "Everyone can kill this vicious evil cultivator."
Qiuqiu imagined that situation and couldn't help but shivered.
Monsters are very terrible, but they are not my race. Killing and destroying is their nature. Among the same kind, there are such evil and unscrupulous people, which is truly terrifying.
This topic made both of them feel very uncomfortable. After a moment of silence, Shi'er picked up the topic again and talked about the formation.
"After the first time I learned that Guo Zhangfeng used the formation as a seal to block the path with the Demon Realm, I began to wonder what kind of place the Demon Realm is. How far is it from our world, and how that rift was born... I read a lot of books, and even some ancient absurd and strange legends were spared."
"Have you found anything?"
Qiuqiu became nervous inexplicably.
She felt that there seemed to be a huge secret to be revealed in front of her.
"Some." Shi'er looked into her eyes: "I found..."
He only said half of the sentence, and suddenly raised his head: "Someone is here."
Although they were in the secret realm, Shi'er's cultivation level was much higher than Qiuqiu. He could sense the movements outside the secret realm, but Qiuqiu could not.
The topic was interrupted. Until they set off to rush to the capital, Qiuqiu was so busy that he had no time to talk about this matter to Shi'er.
They didn't stop for a long time along the way, but Qiuqiu still found the difference.
The smell in the wind is different.
The peaceful and breath of life in the past is gone. The wind blowing is filled with the smell of war and smoke. Close your eyes and you can still feel the resentment floating around for a long time. It is the last mark left in the world before a person dies. Unwillingness, despair, and pain.
To put it bluntly, the dead souls are the same as the spiritual power cultivated in their bodies, and they are both an energy. The difference is that the spiritual power in the mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, and forests of people are all endless, comfortable and growing. This power is devastating and completely negative energy.
Qiuqiu remembered the cold black soul bottle. So many negative emotions and energy were forced to fit in it. I heard that the evil ways to practice these dead souls in the latter were even more cruel.
She exhaled, put aside all the messy thoughts, hugged Shi'er's arm and tried harder, her face tightly against his back.
A pleasant smell of grass came from Shi'er's body, which was the breath of life, fresh and fresh.
Shi'er whispered, "What's wrong?"
When he spoke, his chest vibrated, and Qiuqiu could feel the vibration even when he was close to him.
She never felt that she longed for peace so much.
"You said you found out that day? After you started, you won't say it."
"Yes." Shi'er didn't answer her immediately, and suddenly said, "Look at the bottom."
Qiuqiu was a little confused, so he looked down as he said.
The mountains and rivers are lush and the rivers are winding. In such a quick glance from afar, there is no trace of the raging war, but the mountains and rivers are still picturesque.
"What did you see?"
Qiuqiu thought to himself that he saw mountains, rivers, lakes, and vague roads like belts. By chance, he could see small villages and fields.
Most people will never have the opportunity to overlook the earth like this in their lifetime - this place is not modern, and they can see all kinds of scenery by flying a day.
Qiuqiu was so dizzy that he saw that nothing was strange.
"I can't see it."
Shi'er heard her frustration, and a little smile appeared in her voice: "It's okay, take a closer look. I'll have half a day to go to the capital."
Qiuqiu narrowed her eyes and leaned against him lazily.
She was not that stupid. Shi'er coaxed her to keep watching, so she simply closed her eyes to rest.
The spirit bird flew into the clouds, and the white mist was everywhere.
Qiuqiu reached out and grabbed it, it was cool.
Shi'er asked her: "What are you doing?"
"I remembered what happened when I was a child." Qiuqiu said: "When I was still ignorant, I looked at the cotton floating in the sky, and always wondered why they wouldn't fall? Could it be that someone hung them there with a rope? But then I thought, what if one day suddenly falls and hits it on my head?"
What she said was indeed from childhood, but she was talking about childhood in her childhood. She wouldn't be so stupid in this life because she had memories of her previous life.
Shi'er didn't listen to her mention of this, and now she heard it funny: "Are you so timid? Are you afraid that the clouds will fall?"
"Who said I'm timid, I'm not afraid." Qiuqiu said: "I think cotton is a very light and soft thing. Even if it falls and hits the head, it won't hurt."
This is the first time Shi'er has heard of such a wonderful idea. His childhood was unremarkable, and he had never been relaxed or happy, nor did he have such a fantasy fantasy.
"Look at it, it's the canal."
Qiu Qiu looked down and looked at it. The canal was like a shiny ribbon in the sun, with no head to see the front and no tail to see the back.
Although in the eyes of those who practice, human power is insignificant. But thousands and tens of thousands of people work together to do one thing. This power is also considerable. Isn’t this how the canal is dug and dug through with human power?
It was sunset when they arrived in the capital.
The sunset has sunk below the horizon, and the warmth of the day is gradually blown away by the cold night wind. The sky is vast and gray, so it is impossible to distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth.
The city tower in the capital is tall and majestic. Qiuqiu raised his head and looked at the eaves of the city tower. The black eaves were lonely and perky in the twilight. For some reason, this scene reminded Qiuqiu of the scene I saw somewhere.
The city tower was like a dead bird she had seen, with wings hanging down lifelessly.
"Go into the city."
The capital must have encountered a big change. It was not dark yet, and the gate of the capital was closed. Qiuqiu even saw the marks of axe and chiseling and scorch marks left by the fire on the thick city gate.
The underground should have been paved with bluestone, but now it is covered with solidified black blood. Many of them have penetrated into the cracks of the rocks.
They crossed the city wall and entered the capital.
There are no pedestrians on the street, and some of the doors along the street are tightly closed, while others are completely opposite - unpreventive and careless holes are open.
The city was filled with a strong breath of death, just like what Qiuqiu had smelled on the way he came, but it was much heavier than that. If the dead air on the way he came was like smoke, it was just invisible. Then the dead air here was as thick as a stalemate, and it was so crowded that people could not breathe smoothly.
This place made Qiuqiu very uncomfortable.
Shi'er held her hand.
Qiuqiu turned around and smiled a little reluctantly at him.
Shi'er knew that Qiuqiu's spiritual power was pure and he was particularly sensitive to the environment, so he must feel uncomfortable now.
Weiliang's spiritual power flowed from his body to Qiuqiu's physical strength through the hands that were shaking between the two.
His spiritual power was obviously cool, but Qiuqiu's chest was slowly warming. The invisible burden on his body also became lighter.
There were teams of soldiers walking by on the street. Although they passed by each other, they turned a blind eye to Qiuqiu and his group.
Their faces were full of murderous aura and murderous aura. Someone was holding the knife in his hand and not put it into the scabbard. The gap was cracked on the blade, and there was still fresh blood. As they walked along the blade, the blood flowed down the blade and fell to the ground drop by drop.
When they walked forward, they saw someone dragging a few dead bodies to the corner of the street, where there were two wooden wheels. The person who collected the bodies was not wearing the cloak of the soldiers, but had red straps on his arms. They looked like they were dull and lifeless, probably the one who was in charge of collecting the bodies.
The body carried into the car was not a soldier. Judging from the clothes and clothes, it was probably a wealthy family during their lifetime. The person who carried the body skillfully searched for property from the dead body.
Qiuqiu even saw the child's feet exposed from the body hanging on the wooden wheelbarrow.
Qiuqiu turned her face aside, something was churning in her stomach. She couldn't suppress the boredom and bent down and vomited towards the side of the road.
In the past, the two words "tough times" were only seen in books, but now she has seen them with her own eyes.
Shi'er didn't say anything to comfort her. When she stood up, she handed her water.
Qiuqiu rinsed her mouth, and was more energetic than before, and nodded and said, "Let's go."
The closer you get to the Forbidden Palace, the more depressing it makes people feel.
The dark and red color of the palace wall is really stained with blood, and there are heavy troops guarding the palace gate. The emperor's palace looks like a huge cage. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
ps: The first update is given.
Thank you for your concern. Big Orange’s eyes are cured, but today I will give him some eye drops to consolidate the efficacy.
In addition, Big Orange's father caught a cold and looked listless and looked like a plague chicken. It was so pitiful...
The second update will be later, so let's see it tomorrow morning.