After being entangled by Shao Xiaoli for several hours, Ning Changjiu finally threatened her for running away from home. The girl stopped begging and immediately said: "Boss, you can't leave, I'll leave... I'll leave!"

After rushing Shao Xiaoli to bed, Ning Chang's ears would not be quiet.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra and the Blood Feather Lord began to discuss what happened today again.

"That person named Chanxiang seems to have a high status?"

"But he doesn't seem to be very powerful, even Mr. Ning can't beat him."

"What is Lian? Aren't our parents powerful for a long time?"

"Bah, you're a broken book, don't be disgusting!"

"But to be honest, the people in this city don't seem to have a high level of cultivation. The Beiming Divine Sword sounds like a powerful sword move, but I read it briefly and found that it was still an old thing from a thousand years ago. I luckily escaped the great disaster five hundred years ago and passed down to this day."

"Aren't you an older person than them?"

"Can I be the same as them? I have been forever, they are dross for thousands of years!"

"Shut up!" Ning Changjiu finally couldn't help speaking.

Ning long recalled everything that happened today and what Shao Xiaoli said, and formed a contour in his mind, and then said: "This place should have avoided the disaster five hundred years ago. All the martial arts here, according to what she said, are things passed down by the goddess. What is the intention of the goddess doing this?"

"Qiyun." The spirit of the Sword Sutra said the answer in Ning Changjiu's heart.

Ning Changjiu nodded: "She doesn't want this city to have complete luck. And those practitioners of the aristocratic families and sects complement each other because of the same energy and branches. Sometimes one person can rise to the top, and even lead to the rise of the entire peak. But in this city, everyone practices their own path..."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "This city is indeed strange, but it's fine. At least it's gone out of that desert. I originally thought that something evil was under this abyss. Now it seems that there are people in the city, even if it's a little bit broken, at least I can feel more at ease."

Ning Changjiu looked at the quaint chair under him and recalled the battle in the desert, and felt the same. Every sand there should be caused by the corpse there. Every time he stepped on it, he might walk through the life of a powerful demon king.

At that time, the Yuan seemed to be a place to raise the Gu. After the Yuan was activated, the undead resurrected and finally crawled out, he was qualified to see the light of the sky again and become a weapon of the royal family.

"Are we underground now?" Xue Yujun asked.

"Maybe."

According to the basic idea, of course, the underground world is under the abyss.

"This is not my home court." Xue Yujun sighed angrily.

Ning Changjiu said coldly: "Don't worry, I'll change your place to live in two days."

Xue Yujun said in surprise: "Didn't your wife say that she would kill a hundred evil spirits and return her original body to me? You... you can't speak without trust!"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered: "Wife? Aren't you unswervingly supporting Zhao Xianger?"

"This... is urgent to follow the power." Xue Yujun explained with a blushing face.

Ning Changjiu looked at the rotten sword on his waist and said, "Okay, I will take you out to find the evil spirit tonight."

As he said that, Ning Changjiu stood up and walked towards the dark night outside the door.

He also wanted to observe the city carefully and try to find some clues leading to the outside world.

However, it took seven or eight hundred years for the people of Duanjie City to find no way outward, which is undoubtedly a shadow in their hearts.

There were no stars in the sky, and the wind blew slowly in the dark night. The branches of trees crossed the courtyard, rustling, and further away, there seemed to be a faint sound of footsteps.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the courtyard.

On both sides of the gate, red lanterns covered his body. The lantern was a mesh rack woven densely with bamboo strips. The lights were bright but not warm, just like when he was in Linhe City.

Following this path, red lanterns were hung on both sides. This street made of stone bricks looked like a stream passing through a sea of ​​red flowers.

According to Shao Xiaoli, there are more than 60 households here, all living in descendants of the royal family.

Because the royal family will dilute their divine blood every time they give birth, unlike the civilians in the city, the royal family should be more rigorous in giving birth and pay more attention to the equality of the family.

The location of the King's Palace is further east, because it is said that it is the real place where the sun rises.

Ning has long been walking through the long street and walked out.

The entire Duanjie City is divided into two sides. The royal area has a special city wall, and the outer city also has a city wall of about the same height. Because the monsters outside the city are becoming increasingly difficult to get close to in recent years, many defenses and fortresses have not been cleaned in time, and they look a little broken.

There were not many patrols in the royal city, only a team was walking in the city. It was midnight and the city gate was still half open. Several carts carrying goods were moved in. The ones pulling the cart were not cattle and horses, but beetle-like creatures. They were huge in size, with light golden shells and horns like longans.

Ning used the breath hidden technique for a long time, quietly mingled into the crowd, avoided their exploration, and came outside the city.

As soon as I left the royal city, a slight coolness came over.

The residential buildings are closely connected, and the stone bricks laid on the ground are not as smooth and moist as in the royal city. You can clearly feel the unevenness when walking.

In the city, there is a river passing by the city, and those are dark springs dug out from the ground, endlessly.

Ning walked on the street calmly for a long time.

"If I hadn't known in advance, I really couldn't believe that this is the world underground." Xue Yujun sighed: "This is very similar to the city specifications of many human dynasties."

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course it cannot be a simple underground world. This may be a city in a certain kingdom of God that collapsed underground with the kingdom of God."

"The Kingdom of God?" Xue Yu Jun said in confusion: "Isn't that something that only the supreme God Lord can have?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra laughed and said, "If you are a great god and you have cultivated your cultivation to an unparalleled state, would you want to open up a world of your own and escape from the control of the Lord of the Kingdom of God?"

Xue Yujun, who yearned for freedom, immediately spoke: "Of course. It's just..."

"But now the Lord of the God who created this city seems to be dead. The whole world is the territory of the Lord of the Kingdom of God. If you are the Lord God, you will watch a piece of your territory be taken out of the middle. Wouldn't you think of destroying it immediately?" Xue Yujun said worriedly: "It's better to be a good bird that abides by the law."

Ning Changjiu's figure moved quickly in the night.

There were no large lanterns hanging in the civilian city, and it was mostly pitch black. Only some people had faint fires in their homes. On the roofs of many houses, there were still a few boys meditating and practicing, as if they were swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Ning Changjiu came to the outside of the city wall. He looked up at the high wall. The wall seemed to have been broken many times, with many ruins and ancient traces remaining on it. People in straw cloaks walked around, with swords tied around their waists and holding rough firearms in their hands.

The majestic city walls separate the two worlds.

Ning Changjiu had the ability to control the sword, but he did not move rashly. After all, the outside world has not yet been understood, and the risk of late-night action is still greater.

"It seems that there is nothing special about this broken city." Xue Yujun said: "With the power of that headless god, if only such a city was created, it would be ridiculous."

Ning Changjiu said to himself: "But if the headless god is the god here, then who is the goddess that Shao Xiaoli calls?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "You are stronger than the people in this city. They can't go further, but you can. Maybe when you go outside, everything will be solved."

Ning Changjiu said: "Sanxiang and they should be afraid of my existence."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said confidently: "There should be no one in this city who has entered the Purple Court realm, so you don't have to worry."

Ning Changjiu nodded and understood what it meant.

In the city of Duan Realm, it is not that there are no excellent talented practitioners, but that there is a lack of soil to nurture practitioners in the Ziting Realm. The spiritual energy here is scarce, and the entire city does not have complete luck. The most important thing is... the place where it is isolated from the world seems to be unable to attract thunder.

Should you enter the Ziting Realm first and attract the inner demon tribulation and heavenly thunder, or should the inner demon tribulation and heavenly thunder arrive first, and then you will be considered Ziting after breaking the tribulation. At the moment you entered the tribulation, is Ziting or Longevity?

This has been controversial since ancient times.

If it were the latter, then no one in the city of the Criminal Realm would be able to reach the Ziting Realm, because it exists here that it truly Criminal Realm and cannot attract thunder at all.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sighed: "The flow rate of time in the time abyss is different from that here. We don't know how much time we have been delayed. It may be a hundred years later when we go out."

Xue Yujun also felt sad: "Do you think Your Highness will wait for our Uncle Ning for a hundred years?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "I don't know who you are, but Lu will definitely marry you. Only a hundred years later, Lu will have already been married. If she goes down to the abyss by then...ah."

I would rather listen to their words for a long time and feel worried, but it is useless to think too much.

He walked in the city for a while and found that there were also some strange-looking stone beasts placed at the doors of many poor families. Apart from this, there was nothing special about it.

Ning long turned around and walked towards the royal city.

Soon, what they discussed earlier, the dream of invincible in the world was shattered.

When passing by an alley, a white light flashed across Ning Changjiu's eyes.

And before the white light appeared, Ning Changjiu's feet stepped into the alley, his heart buzzed, and the alertness in his heart drove the movements in his hand. He immediately drew out the broken sword and stabbed in silently in the darkness. He came first after the murderous intent, condensed into the broken sword's tip, and chopped towards the place where the danger came.

A crisp clash sounded briefly in the night.

The sword that Ning Changjiu stabbed over seemed to have encountered some obstacles and failed to penetrate deeper. He leaned forward with the sword, and another empty hand turned into a palm and slapped forward. In the palm, the five fingers kept changing, including the sword technique of the Tianzong and the true skills of the Taoist sect.

Bang!

The two of them collided in the air, and the time was just right, as if by chance.

The opponent's palm power was truly imperative, like a city wall that was standing for thousands of years and could not be urged to collapse. Ning Changjiu's body was shocked to take a step back, and his spiritual sense was also broken by this palm, and his spirit was slightly blank. He immediately pressed his eyebrows with his fingers to make up for the flaws left in the heart of Tao.

In this gap, the other party's hand rushed over reluctantly.

He did not feel the sharpness of the blade, so he could not immediately find out where the opponent's moves came from.

Ning Changjiu's broken sword was grabbed in the hands of the opponent. After the sharp spiritual energy was broken, the broken sword temporarily lost its support. Ning Changjiu, who was leaving with the sword, couldn't help but lean forward.

The opponent in the dark originally wanted to grab the blade with empty hands, but suddenly "Huh".

At that moment, the murderous intent of the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand disappeared without a trace. It was no longer a sword, but a wind that was unintentional through the hall, making people feel no sign of dyke.

The moves in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra.

With a click, the red light was like a handful of sudden ignited fire, illuminating the night in an instant.

The scream of the Blood Feather Lord sounded. It flapped its wings and was forced to fly out of the broken sword. It flapped its wings at the enemy that destroyed its perch, and spewed out sword feathers and flame lights.

When the sword light approached the opponent, it was blown away by an invisible wind.

Xue Yujun screamed and retreated, wanting to find something casually to preserve his fragile soul.

The Dao Realm of Ning Changjue Killing Sword had a crack after the opponent stopped him. The crack was fatal. His Dao Realm soon lost, his wrist trembled, and iron chips on the rotten sword flew, and then it was blown away by the spiritual energy of both sides.

Ning Changjiu confirmed that the other party was a master, a master who was many times stronger than the Congxian.

Could it be that the king is coming to eradicate himself?

But strangely, the other party could not feel any murderous intent on his body.

These thoughts flashed by, but Ning Changjiu's sword move was not slow. The sword fire ignited, illuminating a corner of the other party's black robe, and strands of extremely thin silver hair were dancing in the dark.

For some reason, in my sight, every strand of silver hair seemed to slow down.
To be continued...