The city wall made of black granite is fifty feet high. From a distance, it looks like a winding black dragon lying on the land of the Yidi Mountain Demonic Domain.
The surroundings are desolate, the sky is low and the clouds are light, and it is a hilly land with many rocks and little water. An aura of ancient wilderness can be felt from a long distance, making people know that they have entered the territory of the first city in the Demon Realm.
This ancient city with the oldest history, the largest scale, and the most majestic momentum is like a giant beast that frightens the heaven and the earth, lying among the seventy-eight mountains of the Demon Realm, overlooking the four directions, guarding the eight wastelands!
At the beginning of the morning, two black-maned horses were galloping on the road leading to Bingzhou.
One person wears a silver magic pattern mask on his head, and the other person wears a black robe covering his face, making anyone who sees him think he is not a good person.
Bai Yunsheng left a fan and sealed Situ Ye and others in the Demon Locking Tower, and left the demon sword Cangming to Yin Yisheng. He handed over the power of managing Yidi Mountain to him and Jing Hao, and then took the Demon Locking Tower with the old man.
The demon king Youhong rode the beast and rushed to Bingzhou.
Another half day later.
The gate of Bingzhou is already in front of Bai Yunsheng's eyes.
There were two rows of strict black-armored soldiers standing at the gate of the city. At first glance, they looked somewhat like the black-clad holy soldiers.
Bai Yunsheng and the other two didn't stop much, and ran straight into the city.
The sea is clear and the mulberry fields are ancient. Bingzhou is the center of the Yidi Mountain Monster Territory. Since its establishment, human beings have often settled there. After all, although the monster tribe has made progress in running the city, it is still not as civilized as the human race.
There are a variety of shops on both sides of the street, and many demon hills have branches here. There are also all kinds of demon cultivators who come out to go shopping, some transform into human forms, some have demon faces, and some even directly
True colors revealed.
In the demon world, it's not surprising that you look weird. Bai Yunsheng and Youhong are already well dressed.
They were obviously not interested in this city. They ignored the noise around them and ran towards the city quickly on their horses.
Fenglu Inn.
Bai Yunsheng regarded this small inn as a resting place. After all, he would not stay long. The only thing that made him dissatisfied was that there was no good wine in this ancient city.
At night, midnight.
"Whizzing."
Two black shadows cut through the silent night sky, like two sharp arrows, speeding east and west over Bingzhou.
It has been nearly a thousand years since Youhong left the Jiuyou Clan, so his memory of the Jiuyou Clan is not deep.
Bai Yunsheng was even more confused. The Sangu clan had lived in seclusion for too long. Even though Tinghai invited him, they left nothing behind except Bingzhou.
This forced him and Youhong to search for clues about the Lost World Mountain throughout Bingzhou City.
After Youhong's figure disappeared from the west, Bai Yunsheng turned from the road heading east and ran towards the center of the city.
Under the moonlight, Bai Yunsheng jumped like a flea on the roof at night.
After half a stick of incense.
He stopped on the top of a five-story dangerous building. The cold night wind blew the corners of his clothes, and the silver-white Fengyun mask shone in the watery moonlight.
Directly in front of him is a large-scale mansion. At this time, the mansion is brightly lit and prosperous, like a pearl inlaid in the ancient Bingzhou City.
Bai Yunsheng deliberately bypassed Youhong and came here alone because he wanted to meet someone.
In his heart, he never really trusted You Hong.
"call!"
Bai Yunsheng put aside his hesitation and flew down, like a fallen leaf in early autumn, falling silently into the huge mansion.
Relying on the memory of the map of the palace in his mind, Bai Yunsheng used seven killing steps to avoid the guards and quickly ran towards the palace.
The person he wanted to see was deep in the backyard.
While sneaking, the white clouds transformed his fingers into swords, and the black sword energy was hidden in the night. After killing the last two demon soldiers, he climbed over the last wall, and a three-story attic appeared in front of him. In front of the building, there was a deep pond, and the moonlight
Reflected in the water, crystal clear.
It was past midnight, and the lights in the attic were still bright.
Bai Yunsheng raised his head and stared at the room on the third floor. He knew the person he wanted to see was there.
Suddenly, a polite voice came from the building:
"A friend has come from afar. Since you are here, why don't you come in and talk?"
"Squeak."
The wooden door on the third floor slowly opened with the sound.
Bai Yunsheng was slightly startled, then he chuckled softly and jumped up to the attic with his right foot.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, from simple to crude.
The wooden tables, chairs and benches looked old under the orange candlelight, the dark yellow curtains hung listlessly on the pillars, and a wooden bed was placed in the corner.
There is a pot of wine and two wine glasses on the wooden table in the middle of the hall. A middle-aged man wearing a long snow-white coat and an elegant appearance is pouring himself a drink.
"Down here..."
Bai Yunsheng was about to speak, but was interrupted by the man in white:
"I understand your purpose of coming. Sit down."
Bai Yunsheng curled his lips helplessly, walked to the table respectfully and sat down. Another wine glass was already filled with wine.
Bai Yunsheng did not drink the wine in the glass because he was not here to drink tonight.
There was an extremely profound wisdom flowing in the light green pupils of the man in snow clothes, as if he could see through everything at a glance.
This is how Bai Yunsheng feels now.
The man in snow clothes put down the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Feng Yun Mask, I didn't expect that he actually passed it on to you."
Bai Yunsheng was uncharacteristically modest and said modestly: "Senior Yin laughs at this. This is Lord Yin's favorite thing. This junior has always cherished it."
After saying a few words, Bai Yunsheng looked at the sake in the glass and felt that he was being seen through several layers again.
Because the person sitting in front of him at this time was the close brother of Tianmu King Yin Yisheng, Tianmu King Yin Wushuang! He was also the lord of Bingzhou City.
Yin Wushuang drank a glass of wine alone, put down the glass, and said calmly: "I can't help you find the Lost Boundary Mountain, but I can show you a way."
Bai Yunsheng immediately said respectfully: "Senior, please give me a clear explanation!"
Yin Wushuang's face did not turn red, and his heart did not beat. He calmly drank a glass of wine and said:
"Yin Yisheng should have told you that the Lost World Mountain collapsed and was destroyed due to an earthquake 400,000 years ago. No one knows the whereabouts of the Sangu Clan. I can only tell you a road leading to the former Lost World Mountain. Can you find it?
It depends on your destiny."
After hearing this, Bai Yunsheng felt a little dark in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Thank you, Senior Shenjun!"
Yin Wushuang's eyes suddenly darkened. The Tingting Clan was always a knot in his heart that he couldn't untie, and he said:
"If the Demon King can reach the Sangu Clan, I have a gracious request. I hope the Demon King can agree."
Bai Yunsheng said: "Senior, please tell me, Bai will definitely do his best."
Yin Wushuang did not hesitate and said:
"Help me find out what happened in the clan. My Yin family has been punished for hundreds of thousands of years. I have paid back everything I owe. It's time to return to the clan."
Bai Yunsheng thought silently for a while and then said: "Senior, don't worry, this junior has taken note of this."
"Yes." Yin Wushuang nodded and continued without hesitation, "The Peeping Heaven Technique is the most precious treasure of the Diting clan. A saint taught you the first level of monthly reading. Now I will teach you the second and third levels. Although you don't have a heavenly eye,
, but the power in your body is special, maybe you will have the opportunity to cultivate it in the future."
"forward......"
Before Bai Yunsheng showed a shocked expression, before he could say no, he saw the green clouds above Yin Wushuang's head, his eyebrows cracked, and a green light shot out onto Bai Yunsheng's platform. Bai Yunsheng was stunned and his mind was distracted.