Lu Ming nodded. He also wanted to find a city to stay. Otherwise, he would have no intention of practicing at night.
Seeing Lu Ming agree, Song Yu and Song Jing were overjoyed.
Immediately, the three of them continued walking along the mountains.
Tens of thousands of miles passed by in a flash, and after tens of thousands of miles, we finally walked out of this mountain forest.
After the forest, there is a plain.
The three of them flew for several more hours, and finally, a small city appeared in front of them.
The three of them were overjoyed and flew over in a hurry.
The town is not big, only a few miles in radius.
"There is someone in the city!"
Song Jing whispered.
Lu Ming and the others also saw it. It seemed that someone had come to the city earlier.
There were about a dozen people standing on the city.
Outside the city, there were one or two people who seemed to be talking to the people in the city, but they were too far away to hear clearly.
The three of them flew directly towards the city.
Phew! Phew!
However, when the three of them approached the city, several sharp sword auras came towards the three of them.
The faces of the three people changed, and they stopped suddenly, avoiding the sword energy, and stared at the city wall with ugly expressions.
Those sword energy just now came from the city wall.
"What are you doing? Why are you blocking us from entering the city?"
Song Yu shouted.
"Hehe, you can enter the city if you want. If you pay 10 million spiritual crystals per person, you can enter the city!"
On the city wall, a young man sneered.
This young man was wearing a black robe with a skull embroidered on it.
In fact, a dozen other young men on the city wall were all dressed in this way, wearing black robes with skeletons, and they were obviously from the same force.
"Ten million spiritual crystals, you are clearly taking advantage of the situation!"
Song Yu shouted.
"Robbery? Don't say it so harshly. This is called a refuge fee. If you pay the spiritual crystal, you can take refuge in the city!"
The skeletal black-robed man from before smiled lightly.
"Why? This city is a public place. Why should we pay you asylum fees?"
Under the city wall, there were two young men who came earlier than Lu Ming and the others, and they started shouting.
"Why is it because we are stronger and because we are disciples of Youmo Palace? Hurry up and surrender. If you don't surrender, get out of here. If you don't surrender, the end will be like that!"
The young man in black robe with skeleton shouted coldly and pointed in the distance.
Everyone looked around and saw several corpses there, all of them young people.
"Those who paid the spiritual crystals have all gone in to rest. Those who didn't pay the spiritual crystals and still want to force their way in will have the same fate!"
The skeleton man in black robe drank coldly.
The expressions on the faces of the two young men, as well as the brother and sister Song Yu and Song Jing were extremely ugly.
The disciples of Youmo Palace are too domineering.
Moreover, each of the dozen Youmo Palace disciples exuded powerful auras.
There are thirteen people in total, six of them exude the aura of the fifth level of the Martial Sect.
The other seven people are all strong men at the sixth level of the Martial Sect, and two of them even exude the aura of the peak of the 6th level of the Martial Sect.
Those who can enter the ancient battlefield of Dongming are all geniuses, and they can fight across at least two levels.
Some can even go beyond two levels.
This is an extremely powerful force. The worst one, among the thirty-six kingdoms of Emperor Yun, can almost be ranked in the list of Emperor Yun.
The two strongest young men at the sixth level of the Martial Sect are definitely not weaker than Lan Yun Dao.
The brother and sister Song Yu and Song Jing were only at the early stage of the fifth level of the Wuzong, while the other two young men were only at the late stage of the fifth level of the Wuzong. There was a huge difference.
At this time, should we retreat or advance?
If you retreat, you will face countless ghosts at night, and there may be other even weirder things. There is only one way to die.
But if you enter, that person will have to pay 10 million Kuaisling Crystals.
Ten million pieces of spiritual crystals, even for a genius martial artist like them, is a huge sum of money. Even if they can come up with it, it will be very laborious.
"We pay!"
The other two young men hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision. Gritting their teeth, they each took out a storage ring and handed it to the skeleton black-robed man.
The skeleton man in black robe checked it out, showed a satisfied smile, and said: "You know the current situation, go in!"
The two young men looked ugly and flew into the city.
"Let's pay it too!"
Song Yu sighed and said.
"Hand it over? I have never been in the habit of handing over spiritual crystals to others for free."
At this time, Lu Ming smiled faintly.
These words naturally reached the ears of the skeleton black-robed man.
The skeleton man in black robe who had been talking before looked at Lu Ming with cold eyes and said: "Boy, if you don't want to hand over the spirit crystal, then get out of here and stop being an eyesore here. Otherwise, I won't mind getting rid of you."
"
He could see at a glance the cultivation levels of Song Yu, Song Jing, and Lu Ming. They were all rubbish from the early stage of the fifth level of Wuzong, and he didn't take them seriously at all.
"Get out? It's you who want to get out. Now, get out of here. I want this city!"
Lu Ming shouted.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
What did Lu Ming say? He wanted the people in Youmo Palace to get out? He wanted to occupy this city?
Crazy, crazy, this kid must be crazy.
Even Song Yu and Song Jing were shocked.
What is Lu Ming doing? Do you want to fight with the people of Youmo Palace, but it is impossible to defeat them?
Although, they knew that Lu Ming's power was extremely powerful, even stronger than Yuan Yuan's power.
But Lu Ming's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the fifth level of Wuzong. No matter how strong his combat power is, even if he is an extremely rare third-level combat talent, he cannot be the opponent of people like You Mo Palace.
There is actually a popular name for those geniuses who can fight across levels, they are called talents of several battles.
For example, those who can fight across one level are called talents in the First World War, those who can fight across two levels are called talents in the Second World War, and those who can fight across three levels are called talents in the Three War.
Of course, the cross-level fighting referred to here is within the Wuzong realm.
Other realms are not called that.
Most of the peerless geniuses came from World War II.
There are very few who surpass the talents of World War II.
And those who can achieve the talent of three battles are even rarer.
For example, Lan Yundao, Li Qiushui, and even Mr. Tian Snake were all in the middle of the Second World War and the Third War.
Lu Ming speculated that Jian Fengyun might be a talent in three battles.
"Boy, what did you say?"
The skeletal man in black robe thought he heard wrongly.
"I told you to get lost!"
Lu Ming repeated it again.
"Hahaha, tell us to get lost? Just because you are a piece of rubbish in the early stage of the fifth level of Wuzong, you are dead today. Even if you are a talented person in the third battle, you will die today. Kill him!"
The skeleton man in black robe waved his hand.
"die!"
Immediately, a disciple of Youmo Palace flew out and stabbed Lu Ming's throat with a sharp sword light.
This young man has a cultivation level at the fifth level of the Martial Sect, and he is a talent in World War II. Unless Lu Ming is really a talent in World War III, he will die.
"It's you who died!"
Lu Ming shouted coldly, took a step forward, and at the same time, a spear light burst out.
Poof!
The gun light pierced directly through the chest of the young man from Youmo Palace.
The young man from Youmo Palace screamed, and his body was carried by the gun light, flew out backwards, and stuck on the city wall with a clang.
One shot crucified a genius at the fifth level of martial arts.