Eight hundred and seventieth chapters ghost city old people
The night is slightly cool, and rivers of blood flow.
The fog is thick, and the beauty is crossing the boat on the other side of the water.
Feng Feiyun shouted loudly: "Girl, this river is very dangerous. I'm afraid there are evil spirits with advanced cultivation hidden at the bottom of the river. You should be careful."
On the river, the singing stopped.
The woman who put on the green gauze turned around slightly, stared at Feng Feiyun from a distance, her eyes were bright, with two blue flames in her pupils, and then she continued to paddle the boat.
A melodious voice came from the small boat. Her voice was beautiful, "Weak human beings, this is not the place you should come to. Go back where you came from."
Mao Wugui and Mao Laoshi both burst into laughter. The girl didn't buy Feng Feiyun's account at all.
"Boom."
On the blood river, a huge whirlpool was set off. At first, it was only one meter in diameter, and then it reached ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...
The small boat was wandering on the outskirts of the Blood River, sometimes being lifted to the top of the waves hundreds of meters high by the waves, and sometimes sinking to the bottom hundreds of meters deep, as if it was about to capsize at any time and be torn into pieces by the waves.
"boom."
From the center of the whirlpool, a blood-red dragon flew out. It had a thick body, scales bigger than a dustpan, and it was eighty miles long.
The dragon's mouth let out a long roar that resounded through the night sky. The roaring ghosts were shaken to their cores by the dragon's roar. A surge of demonic energy filled the void, and countless principles and rules converged into its body.
"There is actually a blood dragon in this river." Feng Feiyun's expression changed. Although he had long sensed that something evil was entrenched in the river, he was still shocked by the breath of this blood dragon.
The blood dragon demon clan is one of the ancient holy demon clans. Their innate physique is very powerful, far superior to that of humans. Especially because they are bloodthirsty, their blood energy is much stronger than other demon clans.
The cultivation level of this blood dragon is extremely powerful. It is definitely not as simple as the ordinary feathered realm. It has earth-shaking magical powers.
Feng Feiyun took out the Half-Saint Talisman. There were already nine gaps on this Half-Saint Talisman and could only be used once.
He planned to use this semi-holy talisman as his last chance to save the green gauze woman.
The woman with green gauze sat on the small boat. No matter how the waves swept over her, she still sat calmly. She glanced at the blood dragon flying in the sky and said: "King Thorn Jiao, how long are you going to escape? .”
"Qingyi, I have been hiding in this river of blood for three hundred years, and you still found me. You have deceived me too much. Let's fight to the death today."
The Thorny Dragon King roared loudly and spit out a sea of fire from his mouth, instantly evaporating the river of blood. The land burned thousands of miles away with blazing flames. The rocks and mountains burned and soon turned into magma.
This Thorny Dragon King is the king of the demon clan. Anyone who can be crowned king in the monster clan is comparable to the "great sage" among the human race. They all have earth-shattering magical powers. What's more, the Thorny Dragon King is also an ancient saint. The demon clan is more powerful than the ordinary demon king.
"Damn, the ghost world is really not a place for humans today. I saw two demon kings in one day. Why are there so many strong men?" Mao Wugui cursed, sat on the back of the holy fruit, and fled far away. , Dan was still hit by a collapsed mountain and buried in the soil.
The woman in green clothes stood on the boat, slowly stretched out a slender hand, and directly caught the Thorny Dragon King, just like catching a loach.
The body of the Thorny Dragon King kept getting smaller and smaller, and finally became only as long as a loach. His whole body was red and glowing with fire. He was put into a bamboo basket by the woman in green and hung on the bow of the boat.
The boat took off, flew above the clouds and smoke, and disappeared into the night.
Feng Feiyun held the Half-Saint Talisman in his hand, looked at the direction in which the boat was flying away, touched his chin, and after a long time smiled without interest, and then put the Half-Saint Talisman away.
"Haha, Feng Feiyun, you want a hero to save the beauty, but you didn't expect that others are more powerful than you. Now you know that many women in the world are actually very powerful and do not need men to save them." Mao Wugui emerged from the mud. He climbed out, shook his body, and shook the sand to the ground.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Who said she is a woman."
"Could it be that she is still a man?" Mao Wugui asked.
Mao Laoshi also emerged from the soil and said: "If it were a man, the second uncle would never stare at him for so long."
Feng Feiyun said: "She is a banshee."
"Banshee, why don't I feel the evil spirit in her body?" Mao Wugui said in surprise.
Feng Feiyun also looked thoughtful, but finally shook his head.
Danding Ghost City is not on the ground, but underground.
If a person goes to Danding Ghost Market for the first time, it might take him hundreds of years to not find the entrance to Danding Ghost Market.
"Everyone in the world says that the Heavenly Ghost Realm is the closest place to hell, but they don't know that Danding Ghost City is even closer to hell."
Feng Feiyun was walking in a dark space. In this dark space, there was a narrow suspended road that extended into the depths of darkness, like going straight to hell.
Naturally, this road does not lead to hell, but to the Danding Ghost City underground.
If you think that the Danding Ghost City is buried underground in the Heavenly Ghost Realm, then you are wrong again.
Once upon a time, there was an emerging sage who came to look for the Aland Cauldron Ghost Market. He threw it eight thousand miles deep into the ground but failed to dig up the Aland Cauldron Ghost Market.
All in all, this is an extremely mysterious place. Even the Holy Spirits from ancient times cannot figure out what kind of existence this place is.
Soon, there were more and more roads ahead, and more and more monks on the road. They were coming from all directions. There were monks from all the major demon clans, and there were even some evil monks who had no physical body, like a ghost. Like a wisp of ghost flying in the air.
"If you want to enter the Aland Cauldron Ghost Market, you must first pay a wormhole spirit stone." A group of monks wrapped in blood robes and full of blood, holding halberds, stood outside the gate of the ghost market.
I don’t know what kind of existence this group of blood bubble monks are. Anyway, they are neither humans nor monsters, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
When we came to Danding Ghost City, even the kings of the demon clan and the lords of the human clan had to act according to the rules here, and no one dared to cause trouble.
Feng Feiyun paid a wormhole spirit stone and then walked into the Danding Ghost Market.
Feng Feiyun had been to this ghost city in his previous life, but more than 10,000 years had passed and things had changed.
"This is a dragon treasure sent from the Zhi Sui Realm. Your Excellency, why don't you come in and take a look." An old ghost stood outside the haunted house, his robes were rotting, and there was a black mist in his robes. Under his hair, Suspended this ball of ghost fire.
The old ghost held a piece of wood in his illusory hands. There were pieces of dragon scales growing on the wood, exuding a faint fragrance.
Feng Feiyun just glanced at it and saw that the fast wood in the old ghost's hand was the "Ten Thousand Years Dragon Wood". It was only available in the Zhi Sui Realm, but the quality was too poor and was not within the scope of Feng Feiyun's consideration. , took one look and left directly.
"Little brothers from the human race, do you want to come and take a look at the spices from the Fox Clan in the Great Luo Realm? Just sprinkle a little bit on your body, and you can maintain your body's fragrance for thousands of years. Buy some and give it to the woman you like." A man with long hair said. A little vixen with a small tail stood on the jade steps, wearing a sexy pink fur coat, and her snow-white breasts were almost squeezed out of the fur coat.
Her body exuded a faint fragrance, and her long eyelashes kept blinking, attracting the souls of many monks.
Feng Feiyun walked over with great interest, picked up several sachets hanging on the little vixen's body and smelled them. Suddenly, he pinched one of the sachets and said with a smile: "This fragrance, I seem to be somewhere." Smell it."
"Is it here?"
A woman wearing a white fox fur walked out of the Jade Palace. Her black hair was held up by a white jade hairpin. She held a snow-white furry poodle in her hand. Her jade waist swayed. She slowly walked down the steps and stood in front of Feng Fei. Behind the clouds.
The poodle, which was still lazily lying in her arms, suddenly raised its head and became very energetic.
When the little vixen saw the woman walking out of the Jade Palace, she immediately bowed.
Feng Feiyun was very intoxicated by this fragrance. He closed his eyes, turned around, and smelled the woman's body. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Absolutely, absolutely, this is the fragrance."
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on Mo Yaoyao's chest. He immediately felt a little embarrassed, quickly raised his head, laughed, and said: "There are no friends anywhere in the world, and you can see your old friends even when you come to the ghost market. It’s really strange.”
Mo Yaoyao's eyes were full of charming silk, and her skin was crystal clear, like a peach in the early morning. She exhaled a faint fragrance from her red lips and said: "It's been several years since we parted from the Shen Jin Dynasty. What's wrong with you?" Suddenly he ran to the ghost market."
There were many monks around who looked over, but they were all attracted by Mo Yaoyao's charming beauty, not because of Feng Feiyun, a human boy.
Of course, some people ridiculed him, thinking that this human boy must have been charmed by the fox enchantress and would be deceived into being penniless later.
Feng Feiyun naturally felt the gazes of these people and said with a smile: "How about we take a step to talk."
Mo Yaoyao smiled and said, "Why."
"Don't you think if I say a few more words to you, someone will come and kill me?" Feng Feiyun said.
Mo Yaoyao smiled even more charmingly, captivating all the monks on the streets of the ghost market.
She took Feng Feiyun into the pavilion of the Spice Jade Palace. There was a charming little vixen holding a red copper teacup, placing it in front of Feng Feiyun, and secretly making eyes at Feng Feiyun. Without any scruples, he pinched the little vixen's tail. The little vixen immediately ran away with a red face like a frightened rabbit.
"That day, the King of Hell and the female demon fought and destroyed most of the five dynasties. I saw that they were fighting vigorously and didn't seem to need my help, so I left first." Mo Yaoyao went on to describe what happened in the Jin Dynasty at that time. He told Feng Feiyun eloquently about the incident, with a smile always on his delicate and gentle face.