Building the city in one day was beyond human power. The disciples of Tiangong Sect used secret techniques to build a city wall that was strong enough to withstand the Heavenly Soul at the cost of their lives. Like whips, they became the cornerstone of the city.

Huang Tiangong was not dead, but he had exhausted his energy and looked like an old man in his dying years.

Huang Tiangong struggled to drag a wooden frame past the corpses on the ground, stopping to take a breath every few steps.

Hyacinthus, who was left behind by Jun Jixue, could no longer stand it and walked quickly to Huang Tiangong: "Master Huang, what do you want to do, can I do it for you?"

Huang Tiangong smiled and said: "Brother, please take me and the wooden frame to the top of the city! Then tie me to the frame."

Hyacinth didn't know why, but still followed Huang Tiangong's request and sent him to the top of the city and tied him to a wooden frame.

Huang Tiangong smiled and said: "Brother, there is a big drum over there and two drumsticks. You can bring the big drum over and put the drumsticks in my hand."

When Hyacinth put the drumstick in Huang Tiangong's hand, a gleaming light appeared in Huang Tiangong's eyes, and he also shouted loudly: "Comrade in the art of magic, I, Huang Tiangong, have left."

"I wish I could fight with you all in Liangjie Mountain, so I can stay here and beat the drums for you to cheer me up!"

"Brother, help me turn the mechanism."

With tears in her eyes, Hyacinth turned the mechanism under the wooden frame, and the hands that bound Huang Tiangong moved in turn, leading his hands to beat the war drum.

The sound of the drums is like thunder, but it only has a mechanical monotony, but it is enough to make people's blood boil and tears come to their eyes.

Huang Tiangong looked at the Liangjie Mountain and said slowly: "Commander Jun, you will enter the Tianlao, and the Tiangongmen will build the city with your life. This can probably delay the art for seven days."

"After seven days, our city can still stop it for another three days. Three days..."

Huang Tiangong didn't say what would happen in three days, but he said: "Commander Jun! Your words: 'You believe in me' are just a trick to kill me."

"I don't know how many people can be tricked into dying if I just say: 'I believe in you'."

The look in Huang Tiangong's eyes gradually dissipated, but the corpse was still waving the drumstick.

The rumbling sound of drums not only shook the Liangjie Mountain, but also shook the art.

The bet between us and Zhu Zining started with the sound of the drum.

For two days in a row, not a single person could be seen in front of Liangjie Mountain.

Not to mention Qu Mo, even my heart sank to the bottom.

I didn't believe that all the warlocks would rush to the Two Realms Mountain, but I never expected that no one would show up for three whole days.

Zhu Zining looked at Huang Tiangong who was still beating the drum in the picture: "It's a pity that Huang Tiangong and Jun Jixue died in vain!"

"Qu Mo, take a closer look!"

"Huang Tiangong's body has begun to ooze blood. Look at the blood flowing from his eyes, does it look like tears?"

"Qu Mo, Li Chunfeng, you admit defeat!"

"The art of magic has long since declined."

Li Chunfeng smiled and said: "There are four days left. We will never admit defeat until the last moment."

Zhu Zining said confidently: "That's good! Let's wait a few more days!"

When the rising sun on the fifth day shone over Liangjie Mountain, a human figure finally appeared on the horizon.

When a middle-aged warlock, holding the blind stick of a blind fortune teller, appeared in our sight covered with dust, Zhu Zining laughed and said: "Is this what you call a magic army? That warlock... Oh, even a warlock

Right! He doesn’t even have the cultivation level of an ordinary warrior, right? Has he developed his internal strength?"

But there were no traces of martial arts practice on that warlock's body. Just from the sweat beads on his face, one could tell that he had not even reached the level of the lowest level warlock.

Later, I heard someone tell me that the first warlock to arrive at the Two Realms Mountains and the first to die in battle there was named Li Nan.

Five nights ago, the first confrontation between Tianhun and Shu Dao was completely uploaded to the Shu Dao forum. Some people got up and left, while others sat in front of the computer in silence for a long time.

At that time, someone saw him walking out of the house carrying his luggage, and his wife chased after him, shouting.

Someone heard her shouting: "Why are you trying to be a hero? The Li family's secret technique has been lost, and only the ten magic talismans are left."

"When you run out of magic talismans, you can't even kill ghosts. You can only channel spirits."

"There are heavenly souls in the mountains of both worlds!"

Li Nan hugged his wife and comforted him: "I'm just going to take a look and give the magic talisman to the warlock I know and then come back. Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

Li Nan finally comforted his wife, but he saw the blind fortune teller on Feng Shui Street waiting at the street corner with a blind stick.

The blind man tapped his stick and said: "Xiao Nanzi, come here and drag me away. We have to hurry up!"

Li Nan scolded: "Why are you, a blind man, joining in the fun?"

The blind man chuckled and said: "Back then, when Mr. Wu Da rebelled against heaven and killed the Three Hundred Masters in Xuan Jingsi, I gave up and failed to catch up with the battle. I regretted it for many years!"

"I won't be cowardly this time, I can't be cowardly anymore!"

Li Nan said "trouble" before picking up the blind man's blind stick and walking towards the street.

However, Li Nan's wife chased after him again: "Uncle Blind. Uncle Blind...wait a minute. Can you tell Li Nan's fortune? Ask about good or bad luck."
Chapter completed!