For a time, the old and young in the original Imperial Pass were all ready to prepare. Even those children who were only eight or nine years old understood that the sound of the warning meant the outbreak of a peerless war.
On the city wall, there were ax marks, knife marks, sword marks...the mottled marks carrying blood and glory burst out with astonishing light, and the ancient city that was originally silent like a sleeping giant suddenly erupted with power that would make even immortals look at it.
"Foreign land, blocked again?"
An old man stands on the city wall, his beard and hair are all white. Although only one arm is left, and the energy and blood in his body are exhausted, he stands there like a giant peak that will not fall.
At the same time, there were new changes in the city, which suddenly shocked the old man.
It was a low mountain covered with wormwood. Although it was overgrown with vegetation, it seemed so silent, lacking vitality, and even a little dead.
The one-armed old man knew, or in other words, everyone in the city knew now, that this was the habitat of the remaining king, and he would not take action unless it was a matter of life and death. Why did he wake up this time? He was a little puzzled.
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Although the two guys below the city look very extraordinary, they have never reached the level of the Immortal King. Ordinary immortals and old guys like them can still block it with the help of the large formations engraved on the city wall.
"Let them in, they don't mean any harm," a voice came out. It was very calm, without pressure, or even the slightest energy fluctuation, but it was absolutely inviolable and upright.
The words reached the ears of the one-armed old man, and he immediately fell to his knees. His somewhat muddy old eyes were filled with tears, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."
It’s no wonder that he was excited. In fact, he was a descendant of this king, had communicated with him, and was even taught by that king himself for a period of time. But these were not the main reasons for his excitement. The most important thing was
Still worried about that king.
It has been more than 30,000 years. Perhaps because the most critical moment has not been reached, the king has not made a move for more than 30,000 years. If this huge city was not still hanging above the abyss, he would not even know about the king.
Even so, no one can know the state of that king.
Now, after tens of thousands of years, he could not help but be excited when he heard the voice of that king again.
Then, the voice sounded again, but this time it was said to Jianjiu and the others, well, to be precise, it was said to Liu Shen: "I didn't expect that after endless years, I would be able to meet the ancestors' sacrificial spirits again, fellow Taoist
, and please come in and talk about it.”
Hearing this, Liu Shen and Jian Jiu looked at each other and stepped straight into the city without hesitation.
Stepping into the city gate, there is another scanning of the supreme will. This is not actively controlled by anyone, but in fact it is the gathering of obsessions left by countless heroic spirits who died in this city. It is the burning remains of the beings who died in the seven kings.
, deeply imprinting the obsession on the entire city.
A little bit of power emerged, entwining around the bodies of Jianjiu and Liu Shen. Suddenly, traces of black air emerged and squeaked. It was a trace of breath brought back from a foreign land. Although it was very small, Liu Shen was already possessed by Liu Shen.
I cleaned it myself, but it was still detected and I cleaned it up.
As for Jian Jiu, the aura lingering on the wound was entangled by the will of the city for a long time, and finally retreated helplessly. If the king of the city hadn't spoken, Jian Jiu would have been set on fire.
When entering the city, the only feeling is that it is quiet. The city is very empty, with very few people, even fewer young people, and more women, children, the elderly and children.
This was the first time that Jianjiu and the two entered the city. This city had not yet been born when Jianjiu fell. Although Liu Shen participated in the founding of the city, it had been too long and the city after the great changes was still the first time to see it.
Leading the way was the one-armed old man, an old supreme, who was considered one of the strongest people in the city. Yes, there were no true immortals in the city. All the true immortals were there in the aftermath of the final battle.
died in battle, and the strongest ones left were only monks in the realm of humanity.
Jianjiu looked at his lost arm and shoulder. There were terrible laws on it that were eroding his flesh and body, making it impossible for him to regenerate his broken arm.
Facing the gazes of Jian Jiu and the others, the old man also knew what they were thinking, and took the initiative to explain: "This is left over from a battle thousands of years ago. There was an immortal siege from a foreign land. Although we relied on the power of the Imperial Pass to attack the city,
I retreated from him, but I also lost an arm, but it was not a loss. I exchanged it for two supreme beings from a foreign land. I made a profit from this transaction."
At the end of his speech, his tone was full of vicissitudes of life, without the slightest trace of melancholy. Unfortunately, looking at that face filled with vicissitudes of life, Jian Jiu couldn't help but laugh.
"Didn't you go to the city to ask the king to take action to obliterate the law?" Jian Jiu said.
The old man shook his head, "The king is not in good condition. He has not taken action for tens of thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Pass still hangs above the abyss, I would... It's better not to disturb him until it is a critical moment of life and death."
The heavy words sounded a little sad.
"I asked my sister to take action. I'm not good at making things happen."
"Can"
A small tree appeared behind the Willow God, and a chaotic mist shuttled between the willow branches. The breeze blew by, and the mist dispersed, revealing the small tree inside. It was full of green and shining with golden light, like jade inlaid with stripes.
Phnom Penh, after several opportunities, has undergone considerable transformation.
A willow branch flew out and turned into a divine chain of order, wrapping around the old man's arm and spreading a breath of vitality.
The terrifying laws that were originally wrapped around his flesh and blood melted quickly like snowflakes under the sun, and the black blood disappeared, leaving fresh flesh and blood.
It is just an immortal-level law, which is already extremely impressive for a humane monk. But facing the current Liu Shen, even the master of the law can only support a few more moves, so naturally it will not cause any obstacles.
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Feeling the changes in his body, the old man suddenly became excited and mobilized his whole body's energy and blood. In an instant, a new arm appeared and the broken arm was reborn. This is a skill that ordinary monks have, and as a supreme being, he will naturally be able to do it.
Not caring about shaking his newborn arms, which were still a bit uncomfortable, the old man quickly bowed and thanked him, "Shi Bao, thank you, senior, for your help."
"There's no need for this." Liu Shen waved his hand, and immediately, an irresistible force lifted the old man up.
"Young people dare to ask your seniors to help this city full of wounded people."
After saying that, the old man looked at Liu Shen expectantly, hoping to get approval.
Liu Shen had no problem, nodded, and said: "It should be like this."
The small tree behind him floated up and landed in front of the old man. "After we are brought here, we will carry this small tree to the city to treat the wounded."
When the old man heard this, he was inexplicably surprised and did not dare to delay. He quickly picked up the small tree and led the way.