Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 247
"You can figure it out. That place looks special. Didn't you say that the Hanba lived thousands of miles away, let alone a Hanba lived there." Zuo Zhuzhi mopped his sweat and sighed.

Tang Jinshan laughed and scolded, "Crow's mouth, at this stall, can you still hide?"

As far as the eye could see, it was very empty, and it was very easy to be discovered. A group of people used their own methods, using all the invisibility charms and escape methods that could be used, and they disappeared soon.

Zhan Changfeng arrived in front of the ancient city with unintentional skills, one step at a thousand meters. The wall was covered with a thick layer of gravel. It looked like a gray-yellow earth fortress, and even the main entrance and side gate were covered. Too lazy to find the door, he jumped up the hundred-foot-high city wall.

Looking down, sand and stones have submerged half of the city, making it difficult to tell which is which.

Zhan Changfeng would not just stand on the city wall as a target, and fall on a roof at random. The roof has already decayed, and it is easy to break into the house.

The room was very dull, with years of dust floating in the beams of light from the hole. It was strange that it was so hot outside, but it was a little cold inside, like a tomb that was suddenly opened, and a gust of cold air shot straight into my heart.

"Did you find anything?" Ran Nian appeared.

"The traces of life here don't look like ordinary creatures." There are desks, futons, books and ink in the house. Although they will be weathered when touched, they can still be seen as intelligent creatures, but there is no stove and no cups. If it is said that monks live, there are no futons for meditation and a clean room for practicing kung fu.

Zhan Changfeng walked into an inner room, the wall on the right was crushed by the force from the outside, and half of the sand and stones rushed in.

She swept over with her consciousness, and found that there was something standing still in the pile of sand and stones. Even the wall next to it collapsed, and it was still growing tenaciously on the ground.

Zhan Changfeng waved the fan in the cloud and swept away the sand and stones, revealing a thing, which is a bronze lantern like a crane, standing on the ground with one foot, lifelike.

Surprised by Ran Nian, he walked over to move the lamp, followed by the sound of gears turning, and a hole appeared in the ground.

The two went down, and saw a stone room underneath, with a coffin in the middle.

Ran Nian pushed open the lid of the coffin, revealing a shriveled zombie, skin to bone, no corpse breath, it is impossible to be resurrected.

Zhan Changfeng said from the side, "It seems that this is the city of the Zombies."

Zombies cultivate with blood energy, essence energy, and moonlight. It is conceivable that when they first arrived in this space, they had a carnival, turned this space into a corpse breeding ground, and built their own city, but it took a long time There is no other living beings to provide blood and essence, and the sun and the moon are very ignorant, unable to practice, and can only escape the years by sleeping.

Some may wake up, and some directly fall asleep.

"So, the building above is the place for daily activities, and the real important place is the underground?" Ran Nianchou said, "You won't dig up the whole city, right?"

The city was so hot that it would melt people, and even the air became sticky, which was probably the source of the heat.

Zhan Changfeng shook his head, "There are quite a few people who came here before us."

When she finished speaking, a strong fluctuation of power came from the southeast, and it was obvious that someone was fighting.

"It's just in time." Ran Nian and Zhan Changfeng looked at each other, and they both sneaked there without any trace.

The heat became more and more intense, as if it turned into fire and licked the skin. As they passed by, they saw many monks forced out of their bodies, walking alone under the heat, and strangely did not touch each other. Later people just glanced at it.

"This place is really weird." Ran Nian said so, but she was not timid, and turned into an afterimage and slid towards the center of the heat, which made outsiders' eyebrows twitch.

These monks looked the same, but they were actually using most of their strength to resist the erosion of the flames, and they took every step slowly and solemnly. Seeing the speed of Ran Nian, they couldn't help sighing that this battle might be nothing to do with them.

They all came on behalf of their own forces, and some of them relied on their own leaders to go in, so they simply put up a posture in the middle of the way to block the people behind.

Zhan Changfeng was not with Ran Nian, she was two small realms behind Ran Nian, and she couldn't ignore the heat, and while mobilizing the Nanli Bingding fire energy in her body to assimilate the flame power, she hurried on her way, and within a short distance , I saw seven or eight monks sitting cross-legged on the sand. On the roof, there was a big formation behind them.

"I am under the seat of Marquis Zhegui, named Linyuan. If you want to pass here, you must pass through the formation first!" The Linyuan Taoist priest in the lead put his hand on the dust, closed his eyes, and did not lift his eyelids.

"It's a fifth-rank ten-direction flame array."

"It's so vicious. It took advantage of the uniqueness of the environment here to add fuel to the fire. I'm afraid no Dzogchen cultivation base will be able to pass."

Many monks watched the fire formation helplessly, unable to advance or retreat, full of unwillingness.

While Zhan Changfeng was still observing the formation, a burly monk with a big black knife on his shoulders walked over steadily, "Jin Yihou, Xing Mang, come and break the formation!"

Xing Mang stepped into the formation, but outsiders did not see him, so they could only wait quietly.

Zhan Changfeng looked interesting, not because he entered the battle, but because of their number, which was very similar to the battle between the two armies before the mortal war.

This is indeed called a formation.

She has read most of the books in sociology, including a code of war.

9 years ago, the Great War of Destruction involved all realms of Nine Heavens. All the lineages and orthodoxy almost caused Nine Heavens to fall into a slump. Since then, the great emperors of Nine Heavens and their ancestors have established a code of war, which has appeared in three thousand worlds to regulate the order of war. At the same time, the Tiandao League was established to monitor it.

This code is mainly used to protect the rights and interests of the small world, limit the combat methods and power levels of the two warring parties, and deal with the relationship between the two warring parties and the warring parties and neutral parties.

One of them is about war etiquette, such as declaring war, when one or both parties issue a declaration of war or an ultimatum, it is regarded as the beginning of war.

The beginning of the war also represented the severance of the diplomatic and economic parties. At present, all the princes in Zangyunjian, except Qibeihou and Weiminghou, who have formally established hostile relations, are all on the verge of war, and they have not completely torn their faces.

In this case, the representatives of the powers of the princes maintained the proper etiquette. Although there was a little friction in this closed space, none of them really killed them (at least on the surface). The fundamental reason is to balance interests. relationship, after all, fighting each other to the death under such conditions is tantamount to dying together.

Not long after, loud laughter came from the formation, and a ray of light broke through the formation and galloped away.

Taoist Linyuan waved his fly whisk, this formation couldn't trap him, so he had no choice but to let him go.

Before Linyuan Taoist resumed the fire, a black mist accompanied by a strong wind blew the Taoist priests around with their heads in their arms.

"Go! I'll take this road!"

An old man in rags with disheveled hair stood in the black mist holding a three-foot-long cattail leaf fan, making it hard to see his figure clearly.

Linyuan Taoist's mind turned quickly, and he couldn't find the corresponding person from the princes and subordinates of all parties, "Who are you, please report your name!"

The old man in rags didn't register his name, and he didn't say where he came from, which made everyone's faces even more serious.

Most of the people who are slowly lingering here are those with poor foundations. Knowing that they can't get close to the front, they stumbling each other to reduce the number of opponents for their own family members who are already ahead, but this old man in shabby clothes obviously has a great foundation. Strength, instead of looking for opportunities in the front, instead of blocking the way halfway, it seems that the posture is to block everyone, who gave her such a big appetite.

Did Zhan Changfeng know that there were at least three foundation-building Dzogchen on the old man's side, and the other two were missing, so he might have been one step ahead.

(End of this chapter)