The drizzle seems like it will never stop.

The ancient city was shrouded in this bloody rain.

The ancient city's road is paved with black stones, and even after thousands of years, there is still no trace left on it.

The ancient city in the bloody rain gives people a feeling of emptiness, loneliness and evil.

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A middle-aged man wearing a yin and yang robe walked step by step on the rain-covered road.

His two long beards kept swinging in front of his chest as he walked. Yin and Yang Qi flowed outside his body, isolating the highly corrosive blood rain in the void.

His expression was calm as he walked slowly along the road of the ancient city towards the central royal city. Every step he took left a trace of green wood energy on the ground.

"The royal city! I think it should be very lively there!" He raised his head and looked at the huge stone statue towering into the clouds in the central area of ​​the royal city.

This ancient city, which is a relic from ancient times, has an inner and outer city structure in the shape of a Chinese character "U".

He had just obtained the ancient Wood God's inheritance from Changsheng Temple Shanyuan in the southeast region.

"Should I find a place to digest and improve my cultivation, or should I go directly to the Central Royal City?" Shan Yuan pondered in his mind.

As he had inherited the legacy of the ancient gods, he would undoubtedly find a place to practice well and improve his strength before heading to the Central Royal City where it would be safer.

But···
This is not something he can do just because he wants to.

Shanyuan comes from a force of origin outside the domain, and among them are powerful people at the level of Dao Lord.

A powerful person at the Dao Lord level in the Cangqing world is equivalent to a Daluo Jinxian in the Fengshen world.

In such a powerful force, although Shan Yuan’s cultivation had never broken through the third level of the mortal realm in the past hundred years, his experience was extremely rich.

The ancient city he was in at the moment was not uncommon in the "Cangqing World".

This kind of ancient city is not easy to enter.

The descendants of the origin force like him usually do not enter such an ancient city.

He didn't dare to go to an ancient city that didn't belong to his own sect or was not an honest and reliable ally.

An ancient city of this level cannot be simply regarded as a city.

sometimes……

While it is a city, it can also be a powerful magic weapon.

As long as someone can gain access to the ancient city, he can control any restrictions, mechanisms, and formations in the ancient city...

And those who are in it are leaving their life and death in the hands of others.

Shanyuan believed that people from other origin forces should also be heading towards the center of the ancient city at this time.

It was precisely because he knew this reason that he was so conflicted at this moment.

I am struggling over whether I should go earlier to gain control of the ancient city first, or find time to digest the legacy of the ancient gods.

If you go too early and don't have enough strength, you will be committing suicide.

If he goes too late and the enemy gains access, his life or death will depend on the enemy's decision.

Therefore, he was very conflicted at this time.

"Oh~~" Shanyuan sighed.

He walked under the eaves to take shelter from the rain temporarily. Although he had inherited the ancient gods' power, his strength was not infinite. Along the way, his strength was being consumed by the rain all the time.

“Even if I cannot consume all of the ancient god’s inheritance, I should first completely eliminate all traces of the inheritance.” Shan Yuan pondered.

Because he came from the origin force, he had been indoctrinated with various classics and cultivation experiences since he was a child, which enabled him to inherit the ancient wood god and he did not fall into a coma because of this.

However, because of the sudden extra power, he was still unable to perfectly control his own power.

Therefore, when he walked into the ancient city, his body would radiate green wood energy uncontrollably.

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To the northwest of the ancient city,

A young and handsome monk was walking alone on the ancient road.

He was wearing a tattered white cassock and holding a golden staff in his hand. He had a handsome appearance and sharp eyes. He was definitely the favorite of women who liked abstinence.

However, his face was a little pale at this time, and he coughed from time to time.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell into the red rain. For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between the rain and the blood.

"That damn pervert was so cruel, he almost took my life."

He is Guan Chen, the successor of Huasheng Temple in the "Cangqing World".

In a previous battle with Tiandao, he was pierced through the body by a spear of law from Tiandao, which not only seriously injured his body, but also caused his cultivation to drop by three levels.

Then he was entangled by the heir of the Jueqing Palace, who said that they should form an alliance to fight against the risks together.

Guan Chen is not a fool, how could he not understand what that guy is thinking?
So he was always on guard against sneak attacks.

Sure enough, after they entered the northwest area and the inheritance space inside the giant stone statue, the heir of the Jueqing Hall directly launched a sneak attack, wanting to kill him.

Devour his cultivation and thus restore your own cultivation level.

Fortunately, Guan Chen had been prepared, so it didn't work. Then after a difficult fight, he finally succeeded in killing the heir of Jueqing Palace.

"Oh! Thinking of this, I have saved his soul, but I still don't know his name?" Guan Chen thought to himself.

The people of Jueqing Palace are all lecherous and prey on young and beautiful women, which is why they are a notorious sect. So when they go out, they will never give their real names.

The people from the Origin Force were too lazy to even ask their names when they saw them.

It's just a fake name, why ask?

In the battle with the heir of Jueqing Palace, his victory was extremely difficult, and he was even seriously injured by his self-explosion when he died.

This made his already seriously injured body even worse.

Guan Chen raised one hand. There was no light blooming on his palm, and no matter appeared, but there was a ball of energy there.

"The damage that Tiandao's spear caused me was too severe, causing me to fall back three levels. With only the seventh level of cultivation in the mortal realm, I am definitely no match for Qi Shanyuan and the others."

"If I go to the Central Royal City like this, I will simply die."

Guan Chen raised his head and looked at the huge statue in the center of the Central Royal City. After a while of conflicted look in his eyes, he finally made a decision.

"If I go there now, even if I'm the first one to go, I'll definitely die."

"In this case, why not find a place to digest the ancient god's inheritance and improve my cultivation."

"My cultivation is not good enough, so I don't even have the qualifications to sit at the table and gamble." Guan Chen said to himself with a firm look in his eyes.

Immediately,

Guan Chen really no longer headed towards the central royal city of the ancient city, but directly found a house that was easy to break into and then entered it.

As he prepared to start his retreat, he wanted to digest more of the ancient gods' inheritance in the shortest possible time.

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Hey! Hey! Hey!
Crunch! Crunch!

The man's shouting and the sound of wheels rolling echoed in the empty and deserted street.

Chariots made of bronze with extraordinary properties travel through the ancient city.

The chariot was not pulled by any horses.

Instead,

It was pulled by dozens of people. It was pulled by dozens of high-ranking monks.

Among these dozens of monks who were struggling, two of them came from outside the domain.

As they pulled the chariot, their faces were filled with pain.

A silver-white chain linked them to the chariot, preventing them from being free.

The restrictions of the ancient city would suppress the abilities of these monks in all aspects, making it impossible for them to fully exert their power as extraordinary beings.

and,

There are nine huge stone statues in the ancient city.

The stone statue emanated a terrifying oppressive force, and every step they took was like a mountain pressing down on their shoulders, making it extremely difficult for them to walk.

Of course, since there were so many of them, that chariot wouldn't take too much effort.

What really made him suffer was the bloody rain falling from the sky.

The rain was corroding their magic power all the time.

Because of the severe consumption of mana, the shield formed by the mana is not enough to completely cover the whole body, so they occasionally appear with injuries like being splashed with sulfuric acid.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a female voice sounded in the ears of these monks who were already extremely tired.

They paused, not quite believing whether they had heard it wrongly. After all, their mana was severely depleted, and it was not surprising to hear hallucinations when they wanted to rest.

One by one, they turned back to look at the chariot tentatively.

The huge canopy (umbrella) of the chariot had intricate golden patterns flowing on its surface when the blood-colored raindrops from the void dripped onto it, like a huge electronic chip.

Under the canopy are two stunningly beautiful women.

The woman with a more mature appearance was kneeling in the chariot, while the younger woman was unconscious with her eyes closed, her head resting on her legs.

"Stop it, are you deaf?"

When the monks who were being pulled heard this, their bodies trembled suddenly, and they quickly knelt down and kowtowed. Even in the extremely corrosive rain, they kept kowtowing in the hope of being forgiven.

But women,

He paid no attention to their meaning.

The woman with a more mature appearance was Zhao Yun. She looked at both sides of the road, gently lifted Zhu'er's head which was resting on her legs, and then slowly put it down.

"It should be here." Zhao Yun muttered to himself.

Just as she was about to stand up, a stream of light fell on the chariot.

"You..." Zhao Yun was startled and was about to burst out with all his strength to attack, but when he saw the figure wrapped in the flowing light, he immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Keep going!" Zhao Yun ordered in a cold tone.

The foreign monk who had been kneeling in the corrosive rain for a long time felt relieved when he heard these words. He immediately stood up and gritted his teeth to pull the cart again.

He was kneeling with his face on the ground just now and had no idea that a figure had appeared on the chariot.

"Aren't you going to give them a break?"

"This group of devils who kill without blinking an eye deserve to suffer like this." Zhao Yun said coldly.

The person who just entered the chariot was Wang Ming's real body. Wang Ming nodded when he heard this, and had no intention of asking Zhao Yun to stop this behavior.

It was Wang Ming who originally proposed to let these monks pull the carts. How could he persuade Zhao Yun to be kind?

Wang Ming killed many people, but rarely attacked innocent ordinary people.

Almost all of the dozens of cultivators in front of him had used the secret magic techniques to improve their cultivation.

They use the secret magic method to improve their cultivation, which means using the lives of ordinary people.

"Besides, they are not in good condition, so I don't need to be too wary of their sneak attacks." Zhao Yun explained.

After saying this, Zhao Yun spread out one hand and two golden lotus-shaped things appeared.

"Three [Dao Flowers] were born in the [Destruction Light]. I have used one before, and these two are left for you." Zhao Yun said with clear eyes.

Wang Ming looked at Zhao Yun, then took the [Daohua]. He really needed the [Daohua] to improve his cultivation.

The fusion of the [Law of Thunder] before did give him the combat power of the fifth level of the Divine Realm, but that was only combat power, not real cultivation.

At this time, Wang Ming was not practicing the "Journey to the West Immortal Dao Technique".

Therefore, one cannot achieve immortality by cultivating to the Golden Immortal realm.

The technique Wang Ming had deduced by himself at this point could not make him immortal at this level, but it also did not cause him to suffer from any of the "three disasters".

From a long-term perspective, Wang Ming is taking a better path now.

In the absence of immortality, excessive pursuit of combat power and neglect of the realm of cultivation is a wrong path.

"I have also used one of the 'Law of Thunder'. You can choose whichever of the remaining four laws you like.

But I don’t recommend you to use it.” Wang Ming also took out the rules.

Zhao Yun did not play any tricks on Wang Ming. No matter how smart Wang Ming was, it would be too tasteless to do so. And these things themselves were not worth Wang Ming's tricks.

"Why?" Zhao Yun was stunned.

Wang Mingdao: "My intuition tells me that apart from the "Law of Thunder", it is best not to absorb other laws?"

Zhao Yun asked: "Intuition?"

Wang Ming nodded and said, "Intuition."

Zhao Yun extended his hand, but retracted it: "You said you don't want to merge, then let's not merge!"

She still chose to believe that Wang Ming had no reason to lie to her, so she suppressed her desire for the law in her heart.

"Then those laws we seized before are useless, right?" Zhao Yun asked doubtfully.

Wang Kaiming shook his head and said, “No!”

"These laws have merged into my body. My intuition tells me that it is unsafe, but we can use them to create weapons, just like the folding fan in your hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun looked at the wooden folding fan inserted in his belt.

Just as Wang Ming and Zhao Yun were about to continue their conversation, a noise in the distance caught their attention.

When they looked over there, they saw a group of people chasing each other on the deserted street.

Wang Ming and the others also knew the man who escaped.

That person was Tong Zhan, and the person chasing him was naturally someone from outside the domain.

Tong Zhan was in a very bad condition at this time. He probably had more than thirty wounds on his body. He was trying his best to escape.

The out-of-domain trial participants behind had red light in their eyes.

That was a greedy look.

Even though some of Tong Zhan's luck and origin were absorbed by the Heavenly Dao, he is still the anchor point of the origin. In the eyes of cultivators from outside the domain, he is a walking elixir of humanity.

When they saw Wang Ming and others at the corner of the street.

Both groups were stunned. (End of this chapter)