Chapter 819

Yi Heng contracted his mana slightly with a heroic feeling, and the whole person fell quickly.

There was no change in the distant glow, and the light on the ground began to become dense, but I still didn't know what the light was emitted from.

In the fairy world, will you light up like ordinary people?

The oncoming wind gradually dissipated his heroic feeling just now. Whether gaden or 1995-24, he was vigilant against the dangers here. No matter how heroic he was, he would not underestimate it.

Hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, as the descent speed increased, everything on the ground rushed towards him like a living creature.

In the eye, the buildings on the ground gradually become larger and clearer.

The scattered light is emitted from the holes at the edge of the building. Those holes are like the windows of the building. At this time, they are just thumb sized holes.

The small buildings are not like the place where monks live. From a high altitude, they are just earth bags.

Looking around, piles of small earth bags gather together, like a mortal City, forming an area where countless earth bags gather.

The whole ground is divided into irregular areas, extending to all directions.

After three breaths, he slowed down his landing and looked puzzled.

At this time, it is certain that these small earth bags are the residence of monks here. Earth bags that are inferior to wooden houses in the world have become the residence of monks one by one.

There are still two thousand feet from the ground. If you release your divine consciousness, you can naturally see everything on the ground.

However, as an outsider, when he comes to a new place, he naturally does not dare to release his divine consciousness easily. Therefore, he can only use enough eyesight and look down.

At the edge of each earth bag area, there is a wall surrounding the area. Between the walls, there is a street like road, and monks can be vaguely seen swimming.

He hesitated.

I wonder if this landing will be a little sudden.

This is not what gaden said, irregular and full of killing.

"Whew"

A faint sound came into his ears. His face changed greatly in an instant. He looked at it.

I saw a figure shooting out from an earth bag in the earth bag area directly below.

On top of the figure, a strong wind rushed towards him.

"Who Taoist friend dares to peep here?"

In the blink of an eye, the Taoist shadow had shot down to a hundred feet below him, and the cold brought by the strong wind made him surprised and angry.

The cold light flashed in Yi Heng's eyes, and a three inch flying sword shot at the face door.

He was covered in sweat. Where could he answer?

"Roar!" With a low roar, he turned his whole body's mana, gathered his right hand, and suddenly patted the flying sword. At the same time, he falsely stepped on his right foot, and the whole person quickly retreated.

I saw his right hand across the face door, and a series of empty shadows of his right hand flashed through the face door.

But his heart suddenly became cold.

In his eyes, the flying sword was like a living creature, winding through the virtual shadow and straight into the door.

In an emergency, suddenly close your eyes and look up.

"Pooh!" A soft noise.

He felt a chill on his forehead.

At this time, the power from the virtual pedal of the right foot seems to drive the whole body back.

In the blink of an eye, he wandered on the edge of life and death.

Open your eyes and stare at the three inch flying sword wandering in the air.

The three inch flying sword twenty feet away is crystal clear and small.

He couldn't care about the cold on his forehead and it became a tingling pain. He couldn't care about a heat stream flowing down his forehead.

The twelve Zhangs in the purple mansion trembled slightly, and their faces were frightened. They pinched their fingers in a hurry, and Zhang Da Kun words took shape in the purple mansion in an instant.

"Yuan Ying period?"

A cold hum came and surprised him again. Although the flying sword did not move, the owner of the flying sword had arrived.

"Whoosh"

A figure stood under the flying sword, twenty feet away from him.

"How dare yuan Yingqi come here? Are you tired of living? "

Zijin Taoist costume, tall and thin, with a meat turning scar on the right side of the horse's face, is very frightening.

Under the sparse white eyebrows, a pair of sharp eyes shot from the triangular eyes, revealing the color of murderous spirit and doubt.

"Senior, junior didn't mean it!" Yi Heng didn't dare to look him in the eyes. When he lowered his head, he vaguely saw the handwriting "Ren Kaichang Medici" on his chest.

"Nine five two seven, Daisy? No name, that's a private servant? "

"Exactly, exactly!"

"Hum! If it weren't for your Taoist costume, I would have cut you under the sword. Get out! Get out of this area! "

"Whew" sounded softly, and the flying sword wandering in the air turned into a light and shadow and disappeared.

Yi Heng lowered his waist again and said, "yes, yes, I'll leave now!"

"Hum!"

The visitor seemed too lazy to reply. With a cold hum, he jumped down quickly.

Between breathing, it has disappeared into the air.

At this time, Yi Heng dared to use his mana to stop the blood on his forehead, but when he raised his head, his face was already red with blood.

The wound on the forehead is very thin, but it is about a foot deep.

The hot blood flowed down from his forehead and dyed his nose and lips red.

After two or three breaths, the blood solidified in the high wind, and the fishy smell gradually dissipated.

He stretched out his tongue and licked the blood around his mouth. The unique fishy and salty smell of blood came into his mind.

The anger in his eyes flashed away.

This person is either the peak of transforming God or the period of refining emptiness above transforming God.

This was his first reaction when he was stabbed by a flying sword.

From the flying sword shooting to separating the forehead, it was only a moment. Although the consciousness commanded to avoid, the body could not respond at all. The flying sword had galloped past. We can imagine the speed.

He knew that even if there was this Taoist costume representing the family, he could not dodge. I'm afraid he would be shot through the forehead by a flying sword and die.

Press down the beating heart with force, dare not stay, lift your eyes, select somewhere in the West and gallop away.

Stretch out your right hand to cover the wound on your forehead.

The wound stopped bleeding and even the pain stopped.

But the fear brought by it lingers in my mind.

If you don't have any extra words, the shot is the killing move.

No rules, only killing, that's it?

When he passed through areas, he didn't dare to stop more. He flew lower and lower along the gap between the areas, and gradually he could see the friars in the streets between the areas.

At this time, when we carefully looked at the small earth bags inhabited by the monks, we knew that they were raised stone bags, which were hollowed out in the middle and used as a residence.

To his surprise, all the stone bags seemed to grow out of the earth. They were connected with the ground. Even the walls could not see any traces of stacking.

After a hundred feet, there were still few monks flying in the air. Occasionally, one or two passed by with defensive eyes.

Having experienced the danger just now, he didn't know whether flying in the air was taboo, so he looked at the sparse streets and fell to the ground.

Although the feeling of being down-to-earth made him a little secure, looking around the gloomy and cold streets made his heart cold.

The foothold is a corner, behind which is a fence.

Leaning against the wall, a comfortable dry heat was transmitted from the vest to the body.

There were sparse and hurried friars in the ten foot wide street, and no one paid attention to him.

He took a deep breath and touched the back wall with his right hand.

As like as two peas.

He sighed as like as two peas of rock that he had reclaimed before.

This means that all the rocks here are equally hard and difficult to reclaim.

What makes him even more incredible is that all the buildings on this vast land, including the earth like residence and the curved and continuous wall, are a whole.

It is equivalent to carving such a vast building complex on a huge flat rock.

The wall is only two feet high, but there seems to be some array inside the wall. I can't see the specific situation. I can only vaguely know the size of the soil bag.

It's about three feet around and less than two feet tall.

Most earth bags are like this, and only a few earth bags stand in the center like tall buildings.

In fact, he was reluctant to move his back, but it didn't seem a good way to stay by the wall all the time. He didn't want to fly another deadly flying sword from inside.

Seeing that the monks were dressed differently and looked hurried, he also slightly let go of his scruples and raised his feet to the East.

As soon as he entered the stream of people, he felt that the monks were paying attention to him. His hands were clenched and his palms were sweating slightly.

But after ten steps, he relaxed.

Some of the monks walking on the street have vague accomplishments, but most of them can clearly detect under Yuanying.

After relaxing, he slowly integrated into the crowd. Although his steps were as hurried as others, he walked forward aimlessly.

I don't know how long the street is. It seems that I can never reach the end.

After a incense stick, he walked five or six miles along the crowd, and his eyes gradually came out.

I saw that the surrounding walls were not all closed, and sometimes there were vacant parts, and shops were placed in the empty places.

The shops on both sides of the street emitted more and more light, and the crowd gradually became noisy. His pace slowed down and leaned slowly against the street to watch the goods in the shops.

There were few shops, but the goods in the shops opened his eyes.

In addition to familiar magic weapons, tools and decisions, there are also shops selling spirit stones.

Although the spirit stone was small and its aura was slightly inferior to that of ordinary spirit stones, he knew that it was a real spirit stone without touching it.

I just don't know what to buy and sell Lingshi. Is there any other trading currency here?

"Dear Taoist friends, the number of newly unearthed dry star stones is small, and the opportunity is rare. If you don't start at this time, when will you wait?"

A loud drink came, and most of the monks in the street rushed away.

Yi Heng was slightly stunned and looked up to the front left.

Dozens of friars rushed out and surrounded the small shops.

I can't see the appearance of the dry star stone, and I don't know why it is so popular, but I can see the light from the gap of the crowded crowd.

Above the shops, there was a flash of light.

He immediately understood that the dry star stone must be able to radiate light. Similarly, the bits of light emitted from the earth bag in this place must be due to the placement of the dry star stone.

Thinking of this, I was very curious.

Even if it is a stone that can emit light, it will never cause friars to compete. Is it because this dry star stone does not work like this, but there is something strange?