Chapter 2056

"Of course it's possible, but it's not necessary. The city that never sleeps is nice." Ye Mulin replied. Ye Feiran nodded, and then sent a message to Ye Feixuan, "Axuan, can you break the illusory formation here?" "Okay." Ye Feixuan replied. After hearing this, Ye Feiran stopped studying the phantom formation here. Anyway, Ye Murin, Murong Lingji and Ye Feixuan can break it. There must be someone among them who can set up the exact same phantom formation. She will do better then. Just research. After entering the mountain for a while, Ye Murin suddenly stopped and then launched an attack forward. There was a loud "bang", and the next moment two figures appeared out of thin air in front of them. "The tribulation monks can enter." As the voice fell, everyone showed their true cultivation. Lu Yingzhou was not surprised at all by Yun Chen's cultivation level, but he was very surprised by the cultivation level of Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan. Peak Mahayana monks, this sister is actually a peak Mahayana monk! He guessed that Ye Feiran had become a Mahayana monk, but he did not expect that she had broken through to the pinnacle of Mahayana. Looking at the backs of Ye Feiran, Ye Feixuan, Ye Murin and Murong Lingji, Lu Yingzhou only had one sentence in his heart. These four are the true pride of heaven! The two ferocious-looking cultivators glanced at Ye Feiran and the others with their spiritual consciousness, then disappeared again, and then an iron cable bridge appeared in everyone's sight. The chain bridge was about one thousand meters long, and the group of people walked on it at a leisurely pace, and did not encounter any danger during the process. After getting on the bridge, everyone clearly felt that the environment had changed again. The next moment, a tall city gate came into view, and the words "city that never sleeps" were flying in the air. "Don't look at it for too long, it will attack your spiritual consciousness." Murong Lingji warned. Hearing this, everyone silently looked away, and then entered the city unimpeded. Separated by a door, it seems like two worlds. Outside the city gate, it was so quiet. Inside the city gate, there was a lot of people and bright lights. Suddenly, everyone looked at the city that never sleeps curiously. "Follow closely and don't separate." Murong Lingji warned. Along the way, it seemed as if he was the deputy instructor. After all, Ye Murin only had Ye Feiran in his eyes. As soon as these words came out, Han Xize immediately hooked up with Mu Ge, Nalan Weiran followed closely beside Situ Yu, and Yun Chen directly held Jiang Yinghan's hand. Seeing this, Lu Yingzhou was about to walk to Tang Mengtong, but Tang Mengtong had already walked to Ye Feixuan and took her arm. Lu Yingzhou suddenly had a look of regret on his face, and he could only silently follow Murong Lingji. Murong Lingji raised his head and glanced at him, feeling quite sympathetic. At this moment, he missed Ye Han particularly. Ye Feiran looked at the lights around him and said with a smile, "I thought there was really no night in the city that never sleeps!" m.biqubao.com "No, it's just because it's as lively during the day as it is at night, so it's called the city that never sleeps." Ye Mulin explained. The group of people walked slowly and leisurely on the road, carefully observing the situation in the city that never sleeps. At the same time, many eyes fell on them. Ye Feiran saw many cultivators setting up stalls. Their strengths varied, and they were obviously desperadoes in the city that never sleeps. Suddenly, she saw three ghost cultivators, all of whom were at the peak of Mahayana cultivation. "Mu Lin, is this a ghost cultivator from the Netherworld?" "No, apart from Ye Feixuan, there are no other ghost cultivators from the Netherworld who have come to Senluo Continent." Ye Mulin replied. The Senluo Continent lacks spiritual power, and the ghost cultivators in the Netherworld may look down upon it. Ye Feiran: "!!!" Therefore, there are also powerful ghost cultivators in Senluo Continent, but they just stay in the city that never sleeps. She turned to look at Ye Feixuan, who was also looking at the three ghost cultivators. "Axuan, you can have a fight with them then." Ye Feiran said through the message. Ye Feixuan curled her lips and smiled, "That's what I meant." Ye Feiran squeezed Ye Murin's hand and asked via voice transmission, "Is it because of them that you let the spiritual energy pill be refined?" Ye Murin nodded slightly, "When the time comes, we can ask Ye Feixuan to sell it to them at a high price." Ye Feiran blinked. In the eyes of others, Ye Feixuan is still a human cultivator. When the spiritual energy pill expires, she will be a ghost cultivator. This is really a living sign! Hehe, she can make a fortune again! Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran told Ye Feixuan what happened. Ye Feixuan was stunned for a while, then readily agreed, and then she listened carefully to the conversation between the three ghost cultivators. "The city lord has released the news about the Dark Heart Stone, are you sure?" Dark Heart Stone! ? Ye Feixuan's eyes suddenly lit up. The Dark Heart Stone is a kind of weapon refining material. Fusing it with the Dark Heart Stone can increase the defense power. Now that she had met it, she naturally didn't want to miss it. Ye Murin naturally heard the conversation between the three ghost cultivators. He directly transmitted the message to Ye Feixuan, "It is said that it is the top-grade Nether Heart Stone. Your Green Nether Sword is fused with it to increase its defense." Ye Feixuan was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect Ye Murin to say this to her. After coming back to her senses, she quickly thanked, "Thank you Lord Night Territory for reminding me." After thanking him, she continued to listen to the conversation between the three ghost cultivators. Ye Feiran and the others shifted their attention to other places. After walking around, they finally understood how they could consolidate their cultivation in the Nightless City, and that was to compete in the ring. As long as the cultivators come in from outside, they must go to the ring and show the corresponding prizes. Ye Murin and Murong Lingji took them to an inn to settle down. "Next, you can make your own arrangements. Emperor Zun and I have other things to be busy with." Murong Lingji said. Hearing this, Ye Feiran subconsciously raised his head and looked at Ye Murin, who nodded slightly, "The main reason is that we are afraid that our presence will affect your performance in the ring. Don't worry, if you are in danger, we will be there as soon as possible. " "good!" After Ye Murin and Murong Lingji left, Ye Feiran and the others discussed it and went directly to a restaurant. After the waiter finished serving the food, Han Xize reached out to hold the waiter. "Fellow Taoist, we are new here and want to know about the arena in the city that never sleeps." The waiter was not polite at all, "A top-quality spiritual stone!" Hearing this, Han Xize glanced at Ye Feiran and the others with a deliberately embarrassed expression, and then took out a top-quality spiritual stone with a pained expression. "A top-quality spiritual stone. Fellow Taoist, please tell me in more detail." When the waiter saw the top-quality spiritual stone, his attitude was extremely enthusiastic. "Natural, natural!" It turns out that there are a hundred arenas in the Nightless City, and each event has a prize. They can choose the arena that suits them. Some of the arenas are very strict about points, while some of the arenas require life and death certificates to be signed. The winnings of the latter are naturally richer than those of the former. This little bit of information was a top-quality spiritual stone. Although Ye Feiran and the others were speechless, they didn't say anything. Seeing this, the waiter added an extra sentence, "Everyone, in the city that never sleeps, as long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, you can leave smoothly."

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.