The flying sedan chair carried Xu Zimo back to the Eternal City again.
Eternal City is still as prosperous as before. Xu Zimo wanted to visit the so-called Immortal Dao ruins before leaving.
Maybe there will be some unexpected gains.
"You go to the inn and wait, I have something to do," Xu Zimo said to Jiuyou.
"Can't you take me with you?" Jiuyou asked.
"You can't go to the core of the Immortal Dao ruins," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
Jiuyou had no choice but to nod and go back to the inn. She knew that there were some things that Xu Zimo didn't want her to get involved with.
After parting ways with Jiuyou, Xu Zimo headed toward the Xiandao ruins alone.
The Xiandao ruins are located in Nancheng District and are also one of the famous places in this eternal city.
Regarding the events related to the war that year, there have been rumors among the residents of Eternal City for many years.
It is said that in the world outside Xiandao Bridge, the leader led people to invade the Eternal Continent.
The Eternal God King risked his life to seal the crack, and finally fought a decisive battle with the only remaining people in the Eternal City.
All the god-kings from the entire Eternal Continent gathered together, and the sky and the earth were darkened in that battle, and the sun and the moon were eclipsed.
In the end, the leader "Qiong Qi" was beheaded here, and his men were also wiped out, and not many of them were left.
Afterwards, people rebuilt Eternal City and divided the core area where the war was the most tragic into Nancheng District.
Because the evil thoughts of Qiongqi in this core place are so heavy that it cannot be rebuilt at all.
People can only hope that as time passes by, these evil thoughts will gradually disappear.
Xu Zimo had just walked into Nancheng District when he suddenly bumped into someone.
When this man approached Xu Zimo, his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, and he directly picked up a sharp knife and killed Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly and slapped the man away.
The man's body was hit hard against the wall nearby, his flesh and blood were mangled, and he could no longer move.
"A remnant of the past?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
"This move is really fast. I didn't even have time to go to the Immortal Dao ruins before they targeted me."
After killing the sneak attacker, Xu Zimo had just taken a few steps.
I heard a "boom" sound and saw the thick Nancheng District city gate behind me being slowly closed.
Directly ahead, on the main street of Nancheng District, the bustling crowd suddenly became quiet.
"Puff, puff, puff!" The sound of countless swords entering the body instantly resounded throughout the street.
A group of people took off their coats, revealing the red gowns they were wearing underneath.
At a glance, there are almost thousands of people in red gowns, and the entire street is densely occupied.
Those innocent passers-by were stabbed into their bodies with unsuspecting long knives and killed directly.
In an instant, the bustling street was thrown into chaos, and the remaining passers-by quickly ran towards the shops on both sides, trying to hide.
And the group of people in red shirts didn't care, because their initial target was Xu Zimo.
After everyone fled, only the densely packed red-shirted people were left in the entire street.
A large group of people in red shirts rushed over from all sides, surrounding Xu Zimo on three levels inside and three outside.
The leader was an old man, wearing a bright red robe with a swirl symbol printed on his chest.
Although the old man is old, he is full of energy and his face is glowing.
He has a pair of eagle eyes, a hooked nose, and his gaze gives people a strong sense of oppression.
The holy power that seems to be present or absent spreads out from the whole body.
"Boy, hand over the key," the leading old man said in a low voice.
"You won't let me go whether I hand it over or not, so why should I give it to you," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You give me the key, and I will allow you to join our Seven Fears Sect," the leading old man thought for a while.
He said: "I will only give you ten breaths of time to think about it. If you don't pay, you will die."
"It seems that the Eternal God King underestimated you. He thought you were hiding in Eternal City, but he never expected that you had already eroded a city area," Xu Zimo said.
"If given a little more time, I'm afraid the entire Eternal City will be turned upside down by you."
"Boy, you people from the Eternal Continent are just frogs in the well. You have never seen how big this world is."
The leading old man said coldly: "There are only a few divine kings, and not many people can reach them in their lifetime.
But if we are the Qiwei Cult and we return to the bishops in the future, you people will have a bright future, so why not plan big things with us."
"Forget it, your boss died here, and you, a little saint, dare to say such nonsense as a frog in the well," Xu Zimo shook his head and sneered.
The leading old man frowned, waved his right hand slightly, and said calmly: "Kill him."
Upon hearing the order, all the men in red shirts around him attacked Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo raised his head and looked into the distance. At the end of the main street, in the spacious square, was the end of the Xiandao ruins.
He walked step by step towards the end of the street, turning a blind eye to the thousands of people crowding around him.
Noisy roars and shouts of death rang out all around.
Xu Zimo walked forward step by step, and a majestic power began to gather around him.
Every time he took a step, the momentum on his body became stronger, and the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.
The wind blew and the clouds rolled, and a whirlpool of spiritual energy gathered at Xu Zimo's feet.
The closer he got to Xu Zimo, the people around him felt the stronger the gravity on their bodies, making their movements very sluggish.
Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand, and dozens of people beside him flew out like this.
He walked forward, his eyes calm without any fluctuation, and his body without any hesitation.
As he walked step by step, dozens of people flew out from around him from time to time.
But those people didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
"Rumble" explosions and screams echoed one after another in the streets, and the rare autumn sunshine shone in the air.
The golden light spread to the earth and onto the fallen corpses.
When Xu Zimo walked through this street and stood in the square at the other end, a whole street was covered with corpses behind him.
The ruins were broken and the corpses were piled up as high as a hill.
Directly in front, the only person standing was the leading old man in red robe.
Watching Xu Zimo walking step by step, drops of sweat appeared on his forehead under the noon sun.
As Xu Zimo's figure got closer and closer, the old man seemed unable to bear the pressure.
The light red aura lingering in his right hand, he clenched his right fist and punched Xu Zimo directly.
On this right fist, spiritual energy rides on the wind and waves, tearing apart the space in front of him. You can faintly see that the red spiritual energy seems to be brewing something.
Xu Zimo smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and grasped the old man's right fist.
