The steps of the city gate extend downward and are paved with lake stones. The street in front of it has sunk as a whole, several feet below the ground. It turns out to be a sunken ancient city.
"Dang, dang, dang, dang -" Zhikarizhen's ears were filled with the clatter of long swords, an uproar that was endless. Looking up, he saw huge arenas lined up in rows, arranged in a neat square array, covering the main road of the ancient city. Each arena was on one stage after another.
, the sword energy surged freely and horizontally, the competing carp, man, and rabbit flew up and down, striking each other frequently, and the bright sword light came one after another.
Below the ring, many carp people watched the competition with rapt attention, sometimes raising their swords to imitate gestures, and sometimes bursting into bursts of high-pitched cheers.
In just a short moment, Zhikarizhen witnessed hundreds of bizarre sword techniques, as well as flying sword techniques, pupil sword secret techniques, invisible sword energy, sonic sword energy and other special sword techniques, which made him amazed.
The street is surrounded by a high wall that shines like glass. Along the wall, countless niche-like houses are carved out, decorated with wooden doors and windows. Green, deep purple, lake blue, and crimson can be seen from the cracks in the wall.
Grass and vines climb everywhere, intertwining into a gorgeous colorful carpet.
"Guess where this city was originally?" Mengmeng sat on Shikarima's shoulder, casually pulled up a purple-red grass vine, braided it into two small colorful rings, and hung them on her ears. p>
Zhikarizhen looked around. There were tiny droplets of water everywhere on the ground, houses, and grass. It seemed that there was a lot of moisture. His eyes passed over the high walls surrounding the city, and he hesitated: "Could it be that this is a lake?" "Bingo! That's the right answer!" Mengmengda raised her middle finger and index finger, making a gesture that Zhihuizhen couldn't understand, "It's said that a long time ago, there was an awesome carp swordsman who passed by here and was taken by the lake.
A fierce monster attacked him. He felt very shameless, so he killed the monster with a sword, and evaporated all the lake water, leaving a big pit. Lanyue City was built on the dry lake bed. The story goes
Finished, I’ll give you a Huabei coin.”
Zhikarizhen stretched out his hand and stroked the shiny city wall, recalling the time when he slashed through the air and slashed the lake. The water waves steamed instantly, and the surrounding mud and rocks were burned in the sword energy, like a high-temperature barbecue, eventually forming a glass-like wall.
Sword Qi Burning Lake is obviously at the level of Lianxu Hedao. Couldn't even such a top master fail to jump over the Tianhe Dragon Gate? Zhi Shouzhen was walking along the street, with houses embedded in the walls and numerous shops.
They mainly sell auxiliary materials for practicing swordsmanship and medicinal herbs for strengthening the body. In several shops, he also found some rare witchcraft materials.
On the circular street in the center of the city, there are many sword halls and dojos, and the gates are like a market. There are plaques hanging on the eaves of the beams, inlaid with colorful shell fragments: "Everything is inferior, only practicing swordsmanship is good. Learn the skill of sound sword, and it will take a hundred days."
Become a hero!" "As long as you can practice to death, practice to death! The Spiral Sword Qi Dojo will make you cry for your father and mother!" "Since ancient times, no one has died, let the sword heart be remembered in history! The secret method of quickly becoming a sword heart is here
Infinite Sword Hall!" "Look up at the Tianhe River, lower your head and practice your sword hard! Tianhe Sword Dance Flow, you deserve it!"
Most of the people who come in and out of the sword hall are carp warriors who come from all over the world, and there are also some young carp boys, carrying various swords on their backs and eating cakes and buns in their mouths, coming and going in a hurry.
"Hey, uncle, please give way, don't block the door." Two girls walked out of the "Kenmaru Hiten-ryu" dojo, raised their heads impatiently, and said to Shikari Shin, "We have a lot of time.
It’s precious, I have to rush to the next sword hall to train.”
Zhikarizhen stepped aside and asked tentatively: "I would like to ask you two friends, can you really learn the art of flying swords here?"
A female carp girl glanced at him sideways: "Uncle, you haven't learned to walk yet, how can you even think about flying?"
"If a young man doesn't work hard, the old man will be miserable. Are you talking about this kind of idle man?" The two girls whispered to each other and walked away.
Zhi Shou was really silent, and laughed cutely: "Are you despised? These carp boys have been brainwashed for a long time. They only know how to practice swords all day long, and they have to go to seven or eight sword halls a day."
"Perhaps this is done deliberately to cultivate the purest sword heart." Zhikarizhen said thoughtfully. He spent more than half an hour walking around the whole city to familiarize himself with the terrain. Near the back city gate, there are crisscrossed alleys and inns.
It can provide free food and accommodation for carp warriors from all over the world. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhi Shou found a small inn and settled down temporarily.
Apart from a bed, there is no other furnishings in the guest room. The bare mud walls are covered with messy sword marks, and there are many messages engraved on them, such as "I am Ali, the carp warrior of Xitang Town, and I will definitely jump to the dragon gate!"
” and other heroic words.
Mengmengda jumped on the bed and jumped excitedly a few times. The bed was a rectangular earth pit, padded with a thick hay mattress, and gave off a sour smell that had accumulated over the years.
Zhikarizhen opened the wooden window. In the night sky, the silver moon was as bright as a jade plate. The shadow of the high wall cast down, reflecting the half-light and half-darkness of the crisscrossing lanes below. He specially selected the guest room upstairs so that he could observe from a high position.
Moving around.
In the distance, the noise of the fighting in the arena gradually faded away, and the flow of people merged into the streets and alleys of the city like scattered rolling water drops. Occasionally, sporadic footsteps sounded, like foam floating on the lake, fleeting.
Lanyue City became silent.
Zhikarizhen began to process the purchased witchcraft materials. Some needed to be chopped and mixed well, and some needed to be soaked in wet water. After looking at Meng Mengda for a while, he felt bored, so he got into the hay mattress, curled up, and yawned.
Fell asleep.
When the yin was at its worst, Zhikarizhen began to refine the "Nail Head Noodles".
Among the many soul spells in "The Thirteenth Record of Zhutian", the nail-headed soul-enchanting noodle is a medium-level method, and the caster will definitely bear the backlash. If it weren't for the warning from the witch spirit, Zhi Shou Zhen would not have practiced it easily.
"Peng!" The brazier shook, and a cluster of miserable blue flames emerged, circling and twisting, illuminating the surrounding area as gloomy as a prison.
This is the secret fire of the witch clan. It uses more than ten kinds of precious grasses and trees such as soul-breaking grass, nanke wood, and nightmare vine as fuel, which can greatly enhance the power of witchcraft sacrifices.
Zhikarizhen cut his finger and dripped the blood on the human face Yin mud fruit, silently reciting the Zhuyou secret mantra. The fruit was quickly covered in blood, and the patterns on it suddenly squirmed slightly, like small mouths, swallowing the blood.
Clean and tidy.
Zhikarizhen continued to bleed, and repeated this process several times, until the Human-Faced Yin Mud Fruit became bright red. He raised the Human-Faced Yin Mud Fruit in front of him, face to face with himself, and at the same time, he stepped on witch steps and walked quickly around the brazier.
While reciting the secret mantra, continuously sprinkle the processed powder of various auxiliary materials on the human face Yin mud fruit.
The pattern on the human face began to change, and ears, mouth, nose, and eyebrows gradually appeared... Suddenly, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the pattern burst open, revealing a pair of dead, silent eyes.
Zhikarizhen gave a low shout and activated the witch spirit, and the eight-winged golden cicada released two bright rays of light, which projected from Zhikarizhen's eye sockets and fell into the eyes of the human-faced Yin Niguo.
The gloomy human-faced eyes blinked, and suddenly it let out a cry, like an evil ghost crying at night, making people's hair crawl. Its facial features trembled sharply, becoming like Shikari Makoto, and the corners of its mouth turned up, showing him a strange smile.
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Zhikari Zhen threw it into the brazier, and with a bang, the human-faced mud fruit exploded and turned into a wisp of green smoke, which stagnated in the air. Zhikari Zhenzhen grabbed it with his hand, and the green smoke disappeared in a "smooth" manner. In the palm of his hand, there were many
A lifelike human face imprint appeared, with a strange smile.