"Who are you and why did you break into our Batian Holy Land mining area?"
One of the three old men approaching asked, and they all looked at the figure shrouded in gray robes with vigilance.
His appearance was too weird. The world of Penglai is extremely strange. Space and heaven and earth are connected together and cannot be broken. Therefore, even people like Liu Canyan who escaped with Feng Hao last time could not break through the space. And go.
Unless there is a teleportation array, it is absolutely impossible to travel through the air.
And this gray-robed figure appeared quietly and silently at the center of the chaos. Is this a coincidence, an accident, or some other reason?
These three elders of the Tyrant Holy Land did not dare to underestimate this figure, because they were shocked to find that they could not detect the reality under the cloth robe.
This shocked their hearts immensely, because they could sense that this was just an ordinary gray robe, but there was a layer of energy obstruction inside it that they could not detect.
This further proved that the people who came were not simple, so that they did not dare to act rashly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
At this time, the Holy Son of Tyrant has also come close. He stands there, surrounded by divine light, floating down layer by layer, untouched by the mundane world. At this moment, he is also looking at the visitor in surprise, but he does not speak.
But the gray-robed figure paid no attention to them, and walked around the light net, tapping it occasionally, as if confirming something.
The Tyrant Holy Son and others could only watch, unable to take any action, and did not dare to stop it.
"Tsk."
Abruptly, the man in gray robe took action, stretched out a skinny palm, and grabbed it directly towards the bright light network. It was like a devil's claw. With just a slight stroke, the bright light network was It was broken open, and blood-red air rushed out directly from the crack.
"roar,……"
This is a monster made of condensed blood and energy. It is full of evil spirits and spreads an aura of ancient wildness, which is particularly frightening.
Its red single eye looked directly at the gray-robed man in front of it, its blood became even richer, and it seemed to feel a strong crisis.
"Zhizhi..."
The man in gray robe still stretched out his skinny palm and grabbed directly at the mass of blood. It was very casual and without any preparation. However, the originally fierce monster could not break free from this palm and was caught. , and slowly became smaller, and was finally taken into the robe by the man in gray robe.
This scene deeply shocked everyone. Even Feng Hao, who was walking, stopped and looked at the actions of the man in gray robes with his mouth open.
"Who are you?"
Holy Son Tyrant asked. Although he pretended to be calm, everyone could still hear a fearful emotion from his words.
This gray-robed man is so terrifying. The formations prepared by the three elders were directly destroyed by him, and he was able to easily subdue this monster derived from the mining area. All this shows that this gray-robed man Terrifying strength.
"Don't dig your own grave."
A dull voice with a warning sounded. Under the gray robe, there was a pair of turbid eyes. He glanced at the Holy Son of Tyrant and the three elders, waved his sleeves, and a burst of brilliance flashed before disappearing. No trace.
Although he left, those words still echoed in the same place, as well as the sinister mine, all proving what happened not long ago.
"Who is this person?"
Everyone was asking, with shocked looks in their eyes.
This man in gray robe is too terrifying. He appears and disappears like this, leaving no trace. No one even knows what his motive is for appearing here.
"Could it be that...he is here to take that monster away? What is the purpose of it? Is it to kill it, or..."
Feng Hao lit up his purple eyes, but still couldn't catch any traces. He sighed in his heart, put his foot down, and quickly flew towards the city not far away.
At this time, there were figures everywhere in the sky, far and near. Even in the city, there were many strong men, all paying attention to the developments in the Batian Holy Land mining area.
The ancient city is majestic and has a unique shape. It is round and looks like a tripod from a distance, but its three legs are submerged underground. It stands in the middle of this desolate mining area. From a distance, it gives people a strong feeling. The visual impact is like protection, like suppression. Eternal years have passed, but the ancient city remains the same, immortal and immortal. However, there is still a mysterious meaning spreading in all directions.
"This is the city."
Feng Hao couldn't believe it.
The ancient city in front of us is extremely large and can easily accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. However, it is like a round tripod. On the walls of the ancient city, there are lines showing up. From time to time, a little bit of cyan light flashes, which looks strange. The mysterious feeling came from the great rhyme, which made Feng Hao deeply moved.
This city is a little strange. It turns out to be a tripod. I don’t know who designed it. It makes people a little confused about what his intention is.
Dongding City.
The city remains true to its shape.
However, Feng Hao did not delve into the origin of this ancient city and entered the city directly.
At this moment, there are relatively few people in the city. Most of them have left the city because of the changes in the Batian Holy Land mining area. But now, many people are slowly returning to the city. For a while, in Feng Hao’s ears, On the other side, most people were discussing what happened just now.
Of course, he also heard some rumors about himself in some restaurants...
After all, being able to attract the two overlords of the Eastern Region is already a feat.
In addition, he also heard about a grand event.
The largest auction house in Dongding City will hold its once-in-a-decade auction in four days.
This auction house is called Xuanling Auction House. It can be seen that the backend of this auction house is the two giants in the Penglai world, Xuandao Valley and Lingxiao Peak.
Once every ten years, people from the Eastern Region and even other regions are naturally attracted to come to watch the ceremony. Therefore, at this moment, in Dongding City, you can see powerful figures passing by everywhere. They are extraordinary, as if they are gods. His eyes are stern, he strides forward, and he is looked up to by the world.
"No wonder the Holy Son of Tyrant appears here..."
Feng Hao suddenly understood, and most of the worries in his heart disappeared.
At least, Holy Son Tyrant didn't appear here after finding his whereabouts.
"She...won't come too."
A graceful figure flashed in his mind, making his mouth twitch slightly and his eyelids twitching.
Huangfu Wushuang, if we meet this person in the city, I'm afraid there will be big trouble again.
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