Fast and slow through the ever-changing life

Chapter 577 Immortal Sect (15) Second Watch

Those magic cultivators are just a pool of useless mud, even if they are given a platform, they will not be able to get on the stage.

The only thing worthy of their attention is the city lord, a monk who has been famous for a long time.

These people were very familiar with the city lord of the Immortal City when he was young.

This city lord is very famous in Yannan territory, he is different from Qing Yuanzong and others.

Being able to hide so many difficulties in Qing Yuanzong and destroying Qing Yuanzong is definitely not a simple character.

"In short, we should be careful. Those magic cultivators are very cunning. Those monks of the Li family are our lessons from the past."

More than 6000 monks met more than 100 demon cultivators who went to the Undead City to seek refuge on the road. They pretended to call these demon cultivators brothers and sisters, and made up some stories to make these demon cultivators sympathize.

A day later, a group of demon cultivators finally saw the undead city hidden in the mist.

The high city wall isolates the scene in the Immortal City from prying eyes.

"We're here!" The demon cultivators who really wanted to take refuge in the Undead City cheered and rushed to the moat, stood on the bamboo raft, and disappeared into the white mist.

The excited cheers of those magic cultivators came from my ears, so that more than 6000 cultivators who wanted to sneak into the undead city had no scruples.

Along the way, more than 100 demon cultivators didn't notice anything was wrong. This gave more than 6000 monks confidence. The demon cultivators were just stupid.

"Let's go too." A monk stood by the moat without stepping on the bamboo raft.

They are all noble monks, how could they cross the river on bamboo rafts like ordinary people.

Walking on water is not a problem for monks like them.

"Boom!" The monk's feet fell directly into the moat as soon as his feet entered the water. The cold came and made him shiver.

"Quick! Pull me...a hand." The monk who fell into the water squatted on the ground and kept rubbing his arms to relax himself.

"Brother Zitai, what are you doing?" This is too exaggerated, it's just falling into the water, is it so cold.

"You will know after you try it. This place is evil." The monk who fell into the water even figured out how he fell into the water.

This river water must have been melted by hundreds of millions of years of ice, it is so cold that it makes one's soul tremble.

"Let's go." The monk in white stood on the bamboo raft with a cold face, his brows were furrowed, the formation on this river was very interesting.

"We really want to use this bamboo raft?" A group of monks on the shore were unwilling to cross the river on a bamboo raft. They were monks but not mortals, how could they cross the river in the way of mortals?

"There is a formation in the river, we can only choose bamboo rafts to pass through." The white-clothed monk stopped here.

Seeing that the monks were still unmoved, he stopped talking and stood on the bamboo raft to cross the river alone.

Looking at the white-clothed monk who merged with the white mist, a group of people pouted.

They had long been disgusted with his cold face all the way. He really thought that he was so great and that he just had better talent. He was just pretending.

The monk who fell into the water shivered and stood on the bamboo raft, pulling his friend across the river.

More than 6000 monks come from different forces, and they all want to rule the city of immortality under their sects. It seems to be peaceful, but the dark tide is turbulent.

More than 6000 people want to step on others to improve themselves.

No one can see who is better.

A few unbelieving monks wanted to cross the river with their own abilities, and fell into the river one after another. Finally, they obediently climbed onto the bamboo raft and leaned on each other for warmth.

The monks who hadn't reached the gate of the undead city were dismounted by the moat.

The face is calm, but in fact, there are a lot of panic.

They found that the true energy in their bodies was suppressed and turned into mortals in the river.

The white-clothed monk jumped ashore and looked back at the bamboo raft he had just been riding on. The bamboo raft on the water surface appeared on the moat bamboo raft pier again out of thin air long after the white-clothed monk had landed.

The noise coming from his ears attracted the attention of the monk in white.

Looking up, the monk in white was a little dazed, which was different from what he had imagined.

I originally thought that the Immortal City that had become the territory of demonic cultivators must be desolate and ugly, but the tall and imposing city gate in front of me, as well as the friendly demonic cultivators lining up obediently at the gate, made the white-clothed cultivator a little surprised.

Is this really an undead city?
It looks like a city built by mortals, full of fireworks.

After handing in the spirit stone to enter the city, the monk in white was shocked by what he saw again, which was different from what he knew.

Demon cultivators have been instilled in them as evil since they were young. They don't take other people's lives as their own. Whenever they see demon cultivators, they must expel them.

In order to return the comprehension practitioners to a quiet comprehension world.

There are tight streets in the city, with satisfied smiles on their faces, and the noisy demon cultivators who are casually joking, how can they be evil at all.

Even if there was a dispute, I didn't see them make a move, but it was fine for a while.

It wasn't just the monks in white who were stunned. The more than 6000 monks who had just entered the city and wanted to do a big job were also stunned by the sight in front of them.

Did they go to the wrong place?This place is actually just the territory of a certain cultivating sect. The monks in front of you, Brother 666, are actually cultivators pretending to be cultivators.

"Brother, please let me go." Moxiu, a skinny man holding a big tripod, squeezed back and forth in the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, quickly contact your young suzerain and ask what's going on." They didn't come to see these demon cultivators love each other.

When Daoyou Wu led a group of people to find the young suzerain of his family, his eyes were a little dark.

The young suzerain he expected was at a stall at the moment, like a mortal reckless man, betting with others for money with a bottle of wine.

His feet were roughly stepped on the stool, and his sleeves were rolled up. He didn't look like the young master of the Xianmen Dao Sect.

He, he knew that the young suzerain was unreliable.

"Ahem!" Daoyou Wu coughed violently as he stood awkwardly behind the young suzerain who was punching vigorously, trying to get his attention.

Wu Daoyou couldn't bear it anymore and kicked his young suzerain on the back leg.

"Who, who kicked me!" The young suzerain turned his head, and his voice stopped abruptly.

After a pair of innocent eyes stared at Wu Daoyou for a moment, he seemed to remember something and turned around to say goodbye to several gamblers.

"Uncle Wu, why are you here?" The young suzerain has been in the Undead City for a few days, and he seems to have forgotten why he came here in the first place.

Once in the Undead City, let yourself fly with a few companions.

I have long forgotten the information they sent back before.

"Why did I come here! Didn't the young master forget that you told the family the situation here, and then let us come in and cooperate with each other." Wu Daoyou's voice was a little cold.

The Young Sect Master was so unreliable, which made him lose face in front of other sect friends.

All the previous vows have become a joke.

"Did I inform you? No, I didn't send any information to my family. Did you make a mistake?"

……

"Mistaken!?"

　I was sick last night and couldn't stop vomiting.I have no strength at all during the day

　　
　
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