Chapter 468 A Strange Person

Just as the people who went ashore began to enter the city one after another,

The last little aboriginal finally came ashore from the rapids.

This man is very young.

He was about the age of a junior high school student and wore a modern uniform.

If Fang Zheng was here.

He would definitely recognize this familiar person again.

Surprise!

It was the high school student who died in Lingshan taoist temple.

The deceased,

Resurrection,

Nothing escaped the hands of the reincarnator, or creator.

All the people who died in Blessed Land,

They were all resurrected.

...

Lingshan taoist temple.

Back hall.

After experimenting with nut 3. 0 and blueberry Spirit fruit 2. 0, Fang Zheng left the room after quitting practice.

At this moment, his eyes could not help but turn to the two deities which were adjacent to Lingshan taoist temple.

The looting of a Lingshan taoist temple city alone had such a rich harvest. I wonder if these two new neighbors of his are strong or not?

I wonder if there are nuts?

Fang Zheng felt like he was the squirrel in the ice age who was crazy about nuts.

What a squirrel Fang Zheng and nuts.

Fang Zheng quickly shook his head and chased the idea away. Then, as if he had thought of something, he set off for the door of Lingshan taoist temple.

Snap!

A large character newspaper written with a brush was posted on the plaque at the tail of the four words "Lingshan taoist temple."

Thus, the plaque was inscribed with the words:

"Lingshan taoist temple."

"The official flagship store of Blessed Land's first x treasure store."

This unusual plaque immediately attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

But just standing around, the cultivators who had been trapped in Blessed Land for the past century had no idea what the two new era terms, treasure store x and the official flagship store, meant.

Next, Fang Zheng closed the door and continued to explore the city in front of him.

Yesterday, it was too late to enter Blessed Land, and he had not yet fully explored the entire city. In the morning, he was entangled with a lot of trivial matters. Now it was noon, and he had to explore the city as soon as possible.

Fang Zheng found that the temple in front of him was not only a street, but also a large area of buildings like this.

It was only when he climbed over an ancient roadside tree and looked down at the whole city that he finally saw the layout of the city.

An area in the center of the city was filled with temples and temples.

The further inside, the higher the temple and temple, the more magnificent and resplendent it was.

Lingshan taoist temple, on the other hand, was in the outermost area and the most common building in the central temple and temple area.

Then around the temple and temple area, other buildings spread and radiated, forming a ghost city.

Outside the city, there was an endless wasteland scene.

Looking at this seemingly infinite Blessed Land, this seems to be another parallel world in its own space?

It was also a parallel world at high latitudes with dense spiritual energy and extremely high vegetation life.

As for the mountains, they were covered in thick fog.

There was no truth in the mountains at all.

Only the peaks of Broken mountain could be seen, breaking through the clouds.

Fang Zheng soon discovered that there was only one gate tower in this city, and there were no other three gates, so it was impossible to enter Broken mountain through the city.

As for the other directions, they were all broken peaks that were smashed down by the collapsed peaks. The rubble formed by the rubble blocked the way into the mountains.

Or, there is another way, which is to follow a fast river upstream...

However, Fang Zheng felt that the danger of going upstream was no less difficult than finding an entrance into the mountain in the city.

Just as Fang Zheng was looking in the direction of Broken mountain and thinking about how to get into the mountain, he suddenly noticed a figure standing above an ancient tree crown in another street area in the distance.

It was a young man in his early twenties.

If not for the fact that Fang Zheng's martial arts skills had been greatly improved, he would not have been able to see him from afar.

The young man was very strange.

His body was long and straight, and his figure was better maintained than a woman's. Like a famous dramatist, he had a face painted with the temperament of a white-faced scholar. He could not see what his original appearance was. At the same time, he had a feminine temperament that only a woman could have.

At this time, he was also looking at the Broken mountain in the distance, as if he was also studying how to get into the mountain like Fang Zheng.

Speaking of opera, the impression of ordinary people still lingered in the republic of china and the qing dynasty.

In fact, the drama had already taken shape in the qin and han dynasties.

Song yuan took shape.

Ming and qing dynasties were the peak of prosperity.

Therefore, opera was not just a synonym for the republic of china and the qing dynasty.

When Fang Zheng noticed that man, the effeminate opera man seemed to have sensed Fang Zheng's gaze.

He turned his eyes away from the mountain and looked in the direction of Fang Zheng.

The feminine man gave Fang Zheng a charming smile, as if greeting Fang Zheng, and then leaped from a height of tens of meters, like a frail and boneless woman, lightly falling to the ground. At the same time, the feminine man disappeared and a graceful, graceful, forward and backward young woman appeared.

After the young woman took a few steps, she disappeared and a rough butcher with a butcher's knife appeared.

After the butcher took a few steps, he disappeared again. There was another old woman with a bent back and a cane.

The frost-haired old woman took a few steps, disappeared again, and an ordinary scholar emerged from her original spot... In this way, it changed back and forth several times in the bustling crowd on the street, and Fang Zheng's eyes were completely lost.

Fang Zheng looked a little solemn.

The feminine man was not from the Yin si at first sight.

Is it the city god family?

Fang Zheng didn't think that only the painting Gao family could enter the city god family, even the high-level people in the painting could follow them into Blessed Land.

Just then, Fang Zheng noticed a figure on the roof of a house in the distance, staring at the direction of the distant mountain.

It was the figure of a man who was covered in a black robe and carrying a green lantern.

The green lantern was lit with an unusual white candle, but it was actually a dead oil candle with a green flame!

The other party seemed to have noticed Fang Zheng and looked at Fang Zheng. At this time, Fang Zheng finally realized that under the black robe, there was a black, dried corpse with sunken eyes and a dry nose. The muscles on his lips were shriveled, revealing two rows of gums and black, yellow, disgusting teeth.

The hand holding the green lantern was as thin and black as a chicken claw.

This is a dead man.

Was it a dead man who fell in Blessed Land? No!

Fang Zheng quickly rejected the idea.

This man's performance was very different from the crowd on the street, and he was probably one of the people who entered Blessed Land this time.

So, it's also a city god family?

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