Song Ciwan stood at the city gate, looking up at the tall guards who looked like weathered stone sculptures.
The tallest one is five feet tall, which is already the same as the height of the city tower. It can make people suffer from giant phobia in an instant.
In contrast, Song Ciwan standing at the foot of the city wall was as small as dust.
Song Ciwan tried to walk slowly into the city gate, but she found that these giants did not lower their heads to look at her, and no one cared about her actions when entering the city.
The moment she passed through the city gate, the green leaf in her wrist purse vibrated slightly.
Song Ciwan seemed to have penetrated a layer of cold water and stepped into another world.
The scene of the city unfolded before her eyes. The first thing that entered her eyes was a kind of splendid decay.
There are dilapidated bluestone streets and decaying houses, but there are countless dark red shining spots floating in the air.
Spots of light floated and fell towards Song Ciwan, and an evil-proofing talisman that Song Ciwan carried with her suddenly moved at this moment.
The evil-proofing talisman exuded a burning aura, shrouding Song Ciwan's body, and the light spots retreated one after another.
These light spots turned out to be the embodiment of the underworld energy in Huan Ming City.
In the Fantasy City, dark energy is everywhere. If a living person is contaminated, his vitality will be suppressed.
Fortunately, the power of these ownerless ghosts is limited, and a low-level evil-repelling talisman is enough to shake them away.
As Song Ciwan walked along the street, various strange sounds came from the shabby shops on both sides of the street.
There was a purring sound... like some giant beast was eating;
There was a crunching sound... like a saw cutting something;
There were cries... I couldn't tell whether it was humans or some other inexplicable weird species crying.
——This is not a real empty city!
The streets of this city seem dilapidated and deserted, with almost no pedestrians on the streets, but the shops on both sides are actually very lively.
As Song Ciwan walked on the street, she could even feel that there seemed to be countless cold eyes on both sides of the road, either through the windows or through the cracks in the doors, sticking to her body bit by bit, following her closely.
After a while, the street scene ahead suddenly changed.
I saw a dark river running across the front of this dark city.
Above the river, there is a stone bridge arching high. On the left bank of the stone bridge, an octagonal pavilion with brackets and raised eaves was built.
This pavilion is huge, and under each corner, there is a dark red paper lantern hanging faintly.
The lanterns swayed in the cold wind, and there were countless people standing inside the pavilion.
When Song Ciwan approached, a voice from the pavilion sighed and said: "There are living people again."
The "people" standing all looked at Song Ciwan.
The next moment, in the middle of these crowded "crowds", a hand suddenly reached out. Then, a figure struggled to push away the "people" around him. He shouted: "Help! Help me..."
Gudong, gudong, the "people" crowded around pushed him down again.
A voice said: "I am willing to admit defeat. Since you have gambled your life to us, you are ours."
Then there were a lot of voices: "What's wrong with joining us? Stay, this is eternity..."
"Three disasters and nine tribulations, birth, old age, illness and death, can be put aside. The road to immortality is right in front of you! How dare you not know what is good and what is evil?"
"Idiot, come quickly, I will end our mortal relationship with you..."
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Song Ciwan stood at the edge of the pavilion and saw a plaque hanging in the middle of the pavilion, which read in seal characters: Eternal Pavilion!
What a big tone, it is named after "eternity".
At the edge of the pavilion, a "person" suddenly turned around.
I saw this man's face was dry, his skin was pale, and his eyes only had whites and no pupils.
He grabbed the center of the pavilion with his backhand. In the center, there was originally a person struggling and shouting "Help" to Song Ciwan. However, as he grabbed the void, the cry of "Help" completely disappeared.
There was a handful of beads in this man's palm, a handful of blue beads.
He said slowly: "Ten yuanshou beads are a bet, passers-by, do you want to bet?"
Song Ciwan didn't reply for a moment, but the three Ancestral Dragon Coins she carried with her became hot in her arms!
The next moment, several figures rushed from another road along the river.
The man running at the front was full of enthusiasm, and he was holding a handful of blue Yuanshou Pearls in his hand. From a distance, he shouted loudly: "I'll bet with you! A bet of ten Yuanshou Pearls!" "
And this person, Song Ciwan actually knew him, he was Xie Zhang!
Behind him, there were several figures chasing him.
Those figures included men and women, including immortal cultivators and warriors. The fastest pursuing immortal cultivator held a simple bronze mirror in his hand.
While running, he would occasionally fight with his hands, and the bronze mirror would rotate in his hands. Every time it rotated, it would shoot out a stream of cold light. The clear light would fall to the ground, and layers of cold frost would form on the ground.
This bronze mirror, called the Frost Mirror, is a low-grade magic weapon!
The immortal cultivator holding the frost mirror chased and shouted angrily: "Xie Yunxiang, you are so brave! How can you get this Yuanshou Pearl alone? You harmed my junior brother, and Xue must avenge him today!"
Song Ciwan:...
Wait, Xie Yunxiang?
Isn't the one in front Xie Zhang?
Song Ciwan stood aside silently, while using his unique Taoist skills, trying his best to minimize his presence.
She now had an extremely ridiculous feeling, Zulong Cast Money was still hot in her arms, so she moved her feet lightly, retreating a little way, and then a little way back.
At the pavilion in front, Xie Zhang was as nimble as a rabbit, dodging the frost mirror's attacks again and again.
Finally, he ran wildly and rushed into the corner of the "Eternal Pavilion".
He shouted loudly again: "Ten yuanshou beads, I will give you ten yuanshou beads to bet! Do you want to bet?"
At the edge of the pavilion, the withered-faced man sighed.
Said: "Since the values of the gambling items are equal, how can there be no reason not to gamble?"
As he finished speaking, eight gray-white light pillars suddenly dropped from the octagonal edge of the pavilion.
The beam of light shrouded Xie Zhang under the high eaves of the "Eternal Pavilion", making him directly opposite the withered-faced man standing at the edge of the pavilion.
As for the people chasing Xie Zhang from behind, such as the monk surnamed Xue who was chasing at the front, the frost mirror in his hand was still attacking. At that time, the clear brilliance of the frost mirror happened to collide with the hanging light beam. .
In an instant, the Qinghui rebounded, with lightning speed, covering the monk surnamed Xue.
The monk surnamed Xue had no room to dodge. In an instant, he was frozen in the moment, frozen into an ice sculpture!
Further back, the people chasing Xie Zhang with the monk surnamed Xue stopped one after another.
Learning from the past, Xie Zhang entered the gambling game, but instead gained the protection of the strange world "Eternal Pavilion"!
(End of chapter)
