Earlier, when the Huangquan Mo River appeared, the entire city began to tremble, with the Nanshi Ghost District being the most violent, followed by the Dongshi.
Although there was also turmoil in the Demon Prison of Nan City, it was only a small-scale earthquake and did not spread outward. Although the quake in the West Market was only in the dome hut group in the center of the dark felt, and the earthquake was felt the strongest where Yu Wan was, it spread outward very quickly.
In the center of the dark felt, the continuous earthquake caused the ground cracks starting from the Dunjia Room to continue to spread outward. The gradually expanding ground cracks continued to destroy the surrounding formations, and the broken grass ground fell into the abyss below.
Soon, as soon as Huangquan Road appeared, there were not many domes left in the center of the dark felt. Only the dome of Guihao House on the outermost edge was crumbling, supported on the torn grass.
It was precisely because of the instability of his footing that Yu Wan lost his footing and fell into the Huangquan Road when jumping to the next ground, and disappeared along with the Huangquan Road.
However, less than a few breaths after she disappeared, the cracks in the ground suddenly stopped spreading rapidly outwards, and the earthquake also began to slow down, and soon it completely calmed down.
At this time, taking advantage of the earthquake that caused the formation outside the dark carpet to shatter, the monks who had already escaped from the dark felt were restrained by an extremely terrifying pressure.
Some of them were trapped in place and unable to move, some had been shaken into crumbs under the pressure, and some were jumping from one place to another when the pressure came down, only to fall directly into the cracks in the middle. .
Ling Yu, who had become an octogenarian, had long been unable to dodge and fell into the abyss at his feet before escaping from the dark felt. He did not know whether he was alive or dead.
The monks who were fleeing in the West City were suppressed in place at this time. Each of them looked ashen and helpless as they watched the monks in black robes flying from the southeast, tying them up one by one and taking them towards the city. Return to the southeast along the same route.
Not far from them, Gao Yan and Gao Xian, who had already fallen into a deep sleep and fell into a crack in the ground, were each enveloped by a spiritual light shield emitting light green light. They were carried to the sky above the city and flew quickly towards the southeast. .
In the center of Huancheng, Xingtian Neifu.
Wearing a black robe, with gold trim on the collar and sleeves, Fan Hua, with a dark complexion, hung above the Xingtian Inner Mansion, his consciousness covering the entire Xiancheng, looking around at the mess in the city.
After some strange earthquakes, the city was no longer as orderly as before.
The entire South City completely collapsed, and the West City almost completely disappeared. Only the Azure Qiong House on the far west side stood there like an isolated island, maintaining the final stability only by relying on formations.
The situation in the East City is also very bad. Except for the edge areas near the four city walls, almost all other places are in ruins, with dense spider web-like cracks all over the ground of the East City.
Among them, the situation in its center was the most serious. The three city managers there, including his mansion, had long since disappeared. After the ground cracked, they fell into the abyss, turning into a huge and bottomless dark hole.
The cold ghost energy deep in the cave kept climbing up the cliff, but it was suppressed by Fan Hua's magical power. It was the same as the situation in the abyss in Nanshi and Xishi, and it was completely unable to break through.
As for Bei City, it is in the best condition here. At least from the outside, Bei City is still the same as before, with no damage visible to the naked eye.
But Fan Hua knew that Bei City was by no means as peaceful as it appeared.
After all, he had sent a transmission note to Fan Guitao since he came out of seclusion, wanting to ask what happened in the city.
However, until now, almost half an hour later, he had not received any reply from Fan Guitao, not even a message.
When he chose Fan Guitao to follow him to Wancheng, he took a fancy to her cultivation talent and ability to deal with things, which would make it easier for him to deal with the demons and ghosts during his retreat, and firmly hold the power of Wancheng.
But if Fan Guitao himself is trapped...
Fan Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but be very disappointed with Fan Guitao, feeling that Fan Guitao might not be able to take on a big responsibility.
However, he then thought about it, and it took him half an hour to suppress the abnormal movements in the four cities with the power of the Great Perfection of Divine Transformation.
If it weren't for the sudden weakening of the previous ghost realm in the West City and the entire collapse of the South City, he would not have been able to suppress the foggy ghost realm in the city at such a small cost.
Thinking of this, Fan Hua's body shook violently, he raised his right hand and slapped his forehead hard with the palm of his hand.
"puff…"
A stream of blood spit out, and Fan Hua's eyes returned to clarity. At this moment, his eyes were narrowed and his expression was very heavy.
Unexpectedly, there was something hidden in the city, which not only quietly broke through his protective aura, but also successfully disturbed the clarity of his soul, causing him to almost fall into an illusion...
It seems that the other party has a lot of background and must not be underestimated...
With this thought in his mind, Fan Hua shot a spiritual light into the token on his waist with his right hand, and then a light green light shield popped out, covering his entire body.
Feeling the warm, fresh and vital atmosphere in the mask, Fan Hua took a deep breath and began to think about the origin of this disaster.
Although the aura that destroyed the city was mixed, it was obviously that of a ghost cultivator. Could it be Qin Yu?
Knowing Qin Yu's character and the fact that the whole city was now full of evidence, Fan Hua's face darkened and he directly put all the blame on Qin Yu.
Damn it, I have already made such a huge concession, not only allowing him to occupy Nanshi, which has the best location in the city, but I even gave them the right to give priority to ghost cultivators to choose those aliens and monks...
How could they be so greedy if they just borrowed the spiritual objects from the underworld and the cold air of the valley... and even made the city of Ruocheng a mess...
If he hadn't woken up from meditating in time, the entire city would have completely disappeared from Hantian Territory.
Fan Hua felt very depressed. He couldn't understand what benefit it would bring to Qin Yu himself. Could it be that he really wanted to take over the whole city?
Thinking of Qin Yu's arrogant and sinister look on his face during the last meeting, Fan Hua felt very angry.
If I had known this, I shouldn't have spoiled Qin Yu for this thing in the underworld...
"City Lord, there is nothing unusual in Bei City for now. But there is no life in the Demon Prison. Everyone... everyone has disappeared..."
He was suffocating in his heart, but the next moment he was interrupted by his subordinates who came back from Bei City to investigate. Fan Hua took a deep breath to calm down.
Withdrawing his thoughts, his mind scanned that the men sent to the other three cities to investigate were also starting to rush back. He nodded, and then his figure flashed, and he returned to the meeting hall of Xingtian Inner Mansion in an instant.
In the current situation, no matter how frustrated he was, it was just useless work. He needed to understand the situation and losses in the city as soon as possible, and he must not let the hard work accumulated over the past hundred years go to waste.
With this thought in his mind, Fan Hua quickly calmed down and stopped worrying about Qin Yu's problems.
He looked at his four confidants and asked them to report the current losses and current status of each city one by one.
White Tiger City.
It was late at night, and the city was quiet and peaceful. However, bells were suddenly ringing from the city lord's palace on the highest mountain range in the center of the city.
The ringing of the bells was not as dull as usual. Instead, the sound was loud but full of sadness. The sound was like a blue luan bird crying for blood, and spread to every corner of the city.
In a small courtyard, along with the sound of bells, a mournful wail came from the house, resounding throughout the entire courtyard...
Everywhere in the city, the sounds of whimpering and crying could be heard one after another, echoing the mournful tolling of bells.
In a cave not far outside the city, Li Nian was sweating coldly on his forehead, gritting his upper and lower teeth tightly, and was enduring the pain to continuously widen his new meridians.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a faint cry, and a trace of sadness arose in his heart for no reason, and then disappeared in an instant.
He didn't pay much attention, biting the tip of his tongue with his teeth to force himself back to consciousness, and then continued into the pain of widening his meridians.
At this moment, Ling Huan, who was standing in the Cuilin Mansion of Xianghu City, with his hands behind his hands as he watched Qin Yuqing and Wei Yan, the lord of Xianghu City, constantly having verbal exchanges, felt a sudden pain in his heart. Then, the white jade spirit pendant that was already covered with fine cracks around his waist Cracked instantly.
The spirit pendant split into pieces and flew around, interrupting the two people in the confrontation.
There was a trace of blood on the corner of Ling Huan's mouth, and his eyes were red.
He was lying on his knees on the ground, his hands constantly collecting the fragments of the ground and gathering them towards his chest.
At this time, he had long forgotten that he was a monk and could easily recover all the fragments with his spiritual power.
When a person dies, the bell rings.
This has always been the custom of Baihu City.
If jade breaks, people die.
Ling Huan knew that his brother would never come back.
I have started working during this period, so try to update every day.
