Chapter 1742

"Fu demon gate, hum! Nangong Han Ge also has a mysterious treasure chest. These two alone are enough for the people of Fu demon gate to kill themselves!"

Slightly scratched his head, slightly shrugged his shoulders, Su Yi's eyebrows shook, and whispered, "it seems that there are a lot of enemies in this Tianfeng qualifying war! Holy mountain, demon subduing gate!"

Looking from a distance, a huge demon cow's head was carved high on the gate, and its horns flew into the sky.

His fierce eyes were red and bloody, as if looking down on all the people who came to Youming city.

The whole connected city wall stretches for several kilometers, and the wild and wild spirit of regret fills the sky.

The walls are all made of dark black iron, coupled with the gloomy sky overhead, and a repressive atmosphere instantly fills everyone's minds.

Looking carefully, the black iron ox head hanging is huge and lifelike, just like a living creature.

Just a pair of eyes full of awe, as if with towering pressure, the martial artist with low cultivation dared not even enter the city gate, and his legs trembled.

Not to mention the creeping wild monsters around, it can be said that this is the most powerful demon hunting base, with the evil spirit soaring into the sky and running through the heaven and earth.

Su Yi straightened his expression, shrugged his shoulders, palms down, fingers slightly raised.

"Hoo Hoo!"

When the supreme skill of Hunyuan was turned on, the whole person was refreshed, and a faint golden color flashed in his eyes.

"It looks like canglan city!"

Immediately, Su Yi's deep eyes flashed a fine light, and said softly, "five years, there are more than two years left!"

At the call of Luo Wuyi, Su Yi and the young disciples looking around couldn't help but speed up their pace, and entered the Youming city with the elders of the strong of Yu Tiangong.

Because it was a special period of the Tianfeng qualifying war, the gate guards did not deliberately stop strangers when they saw them.

Seeing the costumes of the people in Yutian palace and the triangular badge on their chest, they knew that they were the people in Yutian palace, and their eyes showed their solemnity.

And when the white shadow of the month flashed by, the fragrance burst into the heart and spleen.

The gate guard unconsciously glanced at Duanmu Xiaoman. Even with a sideways face, the guard immediately seemed to be dull.

Just like the elegant fairy from the painting appeared in front of everyone, and Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes were stagnant, did not squint, and walked lightly into the city.

The hands of several guards holding weapons began to tremble slightly, their throats kept rolling, and the sound of swallowing seemed great at this moment.

With his mouth wide open, he murmured, "good... Beautiful!"

After Duanmu left, his eyes were still looking at the distant glittering and flowing shadows, and he might fall down at any time. At the same time, he still had a feeling of loss on his face.

A group of young disciples of Yutian palace behind them looked at the guard and covered their faces and laughed.

What kind of reaction Duanmu Xiaoman's divine face can cause is no surprise to everyone.

After a pause, the young disciples stretched out their chests and walked into the Youming city with more confidence.

When Su Yi had not yet entered the city, the feeling of banter in his eyes had already turned out, and the Qi of his body was as powerful as an arrow.

The roaring soul power instantly collapsed on several guards, rippling the surrounding space.

Ripples, like a whip, hit several guards hard on the brims of their hats, which were all buttoned on the guards' heads.

Suddenly, Su Yi's eyes burst out, pulling several guards back from the enchanting as if they were killing.

Several guards were extremely embarrassed. They coughed loudly and hurriedly sorted out the blood wolf hat on their heads. They hurriedly stood upright with sharp axes in their hands, and dared not look at it wantonly.

With a disdainful smile, Su Yisa ran into the city gate, and his green robe flew up and swung on the face of the city gate.

When entering the gate, Su Yi took a lazy look at the guards on both sides with weeds in his mouth, and saw that their legs began to tremble.

"Grandma, the guard of Youming city is far worse than Zhongzhou. At this level, I still want to peek at my... Duanmu Xiaoman!"

Su Yi secretly scolded in his heart, and an inexplicable sour feeling surged up. Iron soul smiled softly, "you just said my... What?"

Pretending not to hear, Su Yi's face sank slightly, and the wind swirled at his feet in an instant, and he rushed to Yu Tiangong's side with a quick step.

As soon as he entered the city, the evil spirit outside the city suddenly dissipated. Su Yi's eyes were slightly heavy, touched his nose and said.

"This demon subduing sect still has some ways. The top forces can use the natural demon gas of Youzhou as a protective barrier, which is somewhat similar to the large array of Nine Star Valley."

Moving forward along the street, the air is constantly filled with the faint fragrance of Duanmu Xiaoman.

The streets began to open gradually, and the numerous tile roofed houses were very different from Yunzhou.

The Youming City, which has no sun all year round, is mainly black and purple, with continuous dark clouds overhead, vaguely filled with the sense of Xiao Sha's solemnity that black clouds are crushing the city.

There is less sense of leisure, but more house style is full of primitive wildness and vitality, and a bit of natural beast smell is faintly floating in the air.

Runes and carvings constantly mobilize the violent fanatic factors in Su Yi's body, and let Su Yi's blood rush directly to his heart and soul.

Su Yi's heart roared, and she wanted to fight soundly, break through the universe and meet the light!

"I seem to understand a little. Why should the Tianfeng ranking war be put in this ghost place!" Su Yi raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, clenched her fingers and clenched them tightly, and her bones turned white.

Because of the Tianfeng qualifying war, the streets are constantly crowded, making the originally not small Youming city full these two days.

Perhaps because Yutian palace came late, I didn't see any other top sects or influential aristocratic families along the way.

"Shua Shua!"

When Yu Tiangong people walked into the most crowded street, all eyes were united and shot at Duanmu Xiaoman alone.

The moonlight long skirt is long on the ground, and the tight waist is outlined by the long skirt without omission, without any fat, which brings people endless reverie.

Feel it carefully, and you can feel that many male martial artists on the street show a burning atmosphere of great desire.

The female martial artist was also very surprised. After the comparison, his eyes were full of jealousy. He generally covered the male martial artist's eyes tightly with anger and scolded him not to look again.

"How beautiful! What kind of sect are they? Why is the leading girl so beautiful, like... Like a fairy!"

A thin and tall warrior with a mask kept swallowing and saying.

"Look at the clothes. It should be the man from yutiangong. The first one should be Duanmu Xiaoman! I heard that she was coming. It was really lucky to meet her today!"

"Duanmu Xiaoman? You mean the first beauty that day a hundred years ago? Duanmu Xiaoman!" The short and strong warrior beside him buzzed and shouted!