Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

Two thousand years have passed, and the outside world has been vicissitudes of life, and earth-shaking changes have taken place inside.

The alliance that was originally as solid as iron and stone was split into four, Danzong and Qizong ignored the fight, while the city lord's mansion and the Sanxian League were inextricably fought every day.

These two are cultivators of the Sanxian League, and the purpose of going out is to find resources.

It's too barren here, every time you go out for more than half a year, and there may not be any gains.

Therefore, no one is willing to go out to find resources, this thankless job, only the monks who are forced to live will choose.

"It looks like I have found the location of the old capital."

Lu Chuan smiled, and rode the Silver Moon Wolf towards the direction they remembered.

Facts proved that Lu Chuan was really late. When he arrived in front of the old capital, the tall city gate was already closed, only the two small gates beside it were closed.

As the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the old capital is extremely majestic.

It was dozens of feet high and not knowing how wide it was. With Lu Chuan's eyesight, he could not see the boundary.

"It's him! It's him!"

"Riding the Silver Moon Wolf? Stop him quickly!"

As soon as he approached the old capital, a group of people immediately surrounded him.

The cultivation bases of these people were uneven, the highest reached the fifth level of the Qi Refining Period, and the lowest was also above the eighth level of the Qi Condensing Period.

If it were in other places, Lu Chuan would definitely turn his head and ran after seeing so many people.

But this is the old capital and Lu Chuan's destination, so I can't just run like this.

"Who are you? What are you doing around me?"

Lu Chuan frowned and asked.

"We are looking for a villain named Zhen Shuai, who is riding a Silver Moon Wolf and holding a long sword."

The leader stood up and shouted at Luchuan.

"You look for Zhen Shuai, what does it have to do with my Lu Chuan? Is there something wrong with my brain?"

Lu Chuan snorted coldly, these people were very sick.

He has nothing to do with Zhen Shuai. It was Zhen Shuai who was looking for him, so why stopped him here?

"What are you doing? Noisy fights are forbidden in front of the old capital, and those who violate the order shall be cut!"

A shout sounded from not far away, and then the guard at the door approached.

"This brother is polite. In Xia Luchuan, a person from Dongping County of Chu State, I just came to Guidi and wanted to go in for a long time. I don't want to be stopped by these people. Brother is going to be the master for me!"

Lu Chuan grabbed the soldier's hand and stuffed a piece of low-grade spirit stone over him calmly.

"Huh? Ahem, what the junior brother said makes sense."

The soldier coughed, and immediately turned his head and shouted at the few people: "Either go into the city or get out, don't make trouble here!"

"what?"

The faces of the soldiers made a few people look dumbfounded. Under what circumstances, it is obvious that they all came in from outside. How can they be treated differently?

"Junior Brother, come with me, go here."

As the saying goes, having money can make ghosts go around. After reaping the benefits, the soldier was very polite and led Lu Chuan through the small door on the left side of the gate.

Several monks followed, but were drunk back to another door.

Only at this time did Lu Chuan understand the difference between the two gates, and lamented the greed and shamelessness of the managers of this old capital.

Residents of the old capital can walk through the door on the left and go directly in. People from outside must go through the door on the right. The cost of ten lower-grade spirit stones per person will be halved for spirit beasts.

Before Lu Chuan entered the door secretly gave the guard soldier a low-grade spirit stone, and the latter led him in through the left door.

I have to say that this is a blind cat and a dead mouse. Although Lu Chuan doesn't care about a few low-grade spirit stones, he has a deeper understanding of the phrase "rich can make ghosts grind" in his heart.

No matter when, using money to clear the way can always save a lot of trouble, and sometimes even make a small profit.

The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

This is true in any world!

"It seems someone came in long ago."

After bidding farewell to the guardsman, Lu Chuan thought while walking.

Being able to set an entry fee is enough to see what kind of character the managers of the old capital are, and at the same time, they can also infer how bad the environment here is.

The imperial family of the Great Zhou once sat on the territory of the entire Eastern State, and there were countless strong ones, and they could even compete with Zhongzhou.

As the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are naturally many strong people in the old capital.

It's just that the harsh environment, coupled with the constant battle with the black beasts, didn't know how many strong people died one after another.

Time flies, the vicissitudes of life, after two thousand years of time, there are only four monks in the transformation stage left in the old capital, and two are not good at fighting.

The leaders of the four powers, namely Danzong, Qizong, City Lord's Mansion, and Sanxian League, are all monks in the transformation stage.

As for the other small forces, there are none at all.

It's too barren here, and it's the limit to be able to feed the four deity transformation stages, and no one wants to let the fifth transformation stage be born.

"How's the situation? How many people have come?"

In the city lord's mansion, four monks from the transformation stage gathered together.

Although the City Lord's Mansion and the Sanxian League often fought indifferently, at this moment, under the coordination of Danzong and Qizong, they finally got together.

"There are many, far beyond imagination. And this is the first wave. When the restrictions outside are broken, more and more powerful monks will enter."

Sect Master Danzong sighed, "The old capital is too barren, and there is no way to compare with the vast world outside. Now the prohibition has blocked the entrance of the gods, but who knows how long it can be blocked? For the current plan, it is better to let it go. Naturally, Tongtian Tower will be opened."

"Why? The Tongtian Tower is our thing? Why do you give it to those outsiders?"

Hearing the words of Sect Master Danzong, the City Lord's Mansion could not sit still.

The Tongtian Pagoda is said to have existed before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it contains the most precious treasures of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The old capital disappeared out of thin air, and the Tongtian Pagoda was brought into this barren place.

"Why? Just because the door of Tongtian Tower suddenly opened!"

The leader of the Sanxian League coldly snorted, "It's been two thousand years. I don't know how many strong people want to open the door of the Tongtian Tower. The result? Those who are far stronger than ours have died one after another, and the Tongtian Tower is still treated well. There. But when the outsiders arrived, the Tongtian Pagoda suddenly opened by itself. What does this mean, don't you have any idea?"

"Yes! The Tongtian Pagoda suddenly opened, and the destined master appeared. We have no choice but to let the flow go."

Sect Master Danzong sighed and said slowly.

"No! We have a choice!"

The palace owner of the City Lord’s Mansion looked murderous in his eyes, “As long as we kill all the outsiders, we can enter it and explore on our own. If a day doesn’t work, it’s a year, if a year doesn’t work, it’s a hundred years. One day we will be able to dig out of it. Secret."

"Kill all of them? Lightly speaking! Who do you think you are? A super power in the Hedao period?"

The leader of the Sanxian League laughed, his face full of mockery.