Super King of Soldiers in the City

Looking up at the sky, it turned out that he had already crossed the ban, and as long as he went out, he could drive on safely again.

However, when they left the city, they were stopped.

"You are not allowed to leave the city for three days."

The monk who stopped them was wearing a uniform, obviously like a city guard.

The strength is not strong, only the emperor's level, but it is very arrogant, nostrils facing people, looking at the three people very disdain.

Wang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a polite tone: "Why? We are in a hurry and want to go out, can't we?"

The guard snorted coldly: "There is no reason, since you have entered our city, you must abide by the city's rules."

"A newcomer must stay for three days to enter the city, and each person has to pay 10,000 Supreme God Spirit Veins before they can leave the city. Otherwise, go back the same way."

Arrogant and domineering.

When Wang Fan heard this, there was nothing, but Manghuang was almost furious.

This is simply bullying.

Newcomers must stay in the city for three days? Which **** rule is this?

As for the 10,000 spiritual veins, I really dare to speak, why not grab it?

However, although Manghuang was angry, he still had reason, and he forcibly endured it.

The guard seemed to feel reckless anger, and said disdainfully: "Why, angry? Have the ability to do it?"

"The rat who hides their heads and show their tails, dare to get angry and look for death? Believe it or not that the emperor killed you for breaking the rules?"

Wang Fan didn't say a word, grabbed Manghuang, turned his head and left.

To him, whether it was staying for three days or ten thousand spiritual veins, it was nothing.

Just, why do you have to stay for three days?

What does that city lord want to do?

He was puzzled.

Of course, thinking of Hongxiu, thinking of the other party is likely to be a late Saint Emperor.

Wang Fan didn't dare to make trouble, so he could only drag Manghuang, gritted his teeth and walked back.

However, as he walked back, his mental power radiated, and he began a careful investigation.

After a long while, nothing was found.

"Senior Sister, have you found anything? Do you feel something is wrong?" Wang Fan said in a red sleeve.

Hongxiu condensed his eyebrows: "It feels a little uncomfortable, and there is a slight sense of crisis."

She was almost about to step into the existence of the holy emperor, and she still had this perception.

Wang Fan didn't ask any more, but the Chaos Qi attached to his spiritual power and swept it out again.

However, this time, his face soon changed.

Above that sky, he saw a huge graphic formation, which enveloped the whole city, as if a huge mouth, was devouring something.

Wang Fan clearly perceives that within the city, countless vitality, countless essence and blood have been stripped away like a cocoon, turned into thin lines and integrated into the large graphic array, and then absorbed by the large array.

Of course, every trace of essence and blood and anger are very weak, and the mental power is simply not noticeable.

But the amount is huge, coming from all over the city.

Wang Fan looked at Hongxiu and Manghuang again, and soon saw that they also had vitality and blood was drawn away from them.

But the strange thing is that there is no such situation in himself.