Doomsday Rise

"This is……"

Many people looked at the big flag with shock on their faces.

"They are also born, the world is going to be in chaos!" In the corner, the man with a dirty face muttered to himself, with excitement and fear in his eyes.

"This relic is not simple, even the Ji family has attracted it!" The Taoist priest with the pattern of sun, moon, mountains and rivers painted on his Taoist robe flashed across the street. He seemed to be walking, but his speed was as fast as lightning.

The Ji family's huge convoy slowly drove into the blue city, and the city that seemed a little empty after the war suddenly became lively. On our street, many people don't know the meaning of 'Ji', they just feel that the motorcade is luxurious and imposing. But when he saw the Wang family, Li family, Zhao family and other families joining hands to greet him one after another, his expression changed.

Wang, Li, and Zhao are already the top aristocrats in the world. What kind of existence is the Ji family to make them so humble?

On the third floor of the inn, near the window, there was a jug of turbid wine and two small cups. The wine is not a famous wine, but its taste is no worse than any other famous wine. It was stolen by Wang Er from an ancient tomb and buried in the ground for hundreds of years.

"Li Qingchuan, the Ji family can't stand the loneliness. I'm afraid we have nothing to do with this three-star relic." Wang Er held the cup and played with it lightly. The glass is full of wine, but no matter how he shakes it, not a single drop will overflow.

When he spoke, his eyes flickered, and there was a haughty and disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The Ji family, if you say it well, it is ancient, but if you say it badly, it is rotten. The wheels of history keep rolling. An old family like the Ji family that has become a foot-binding cloth should have disappeared in the long river of history long ago and been replaced by other families.

"Treasures are made naturally, and those who are virtuous live there." Li Qingchuan stared at the ancient font on the banner, which is a font that is no longer used now. Only the oldest group of people still use it, representing their last stubbornness and glory.

The wine glass had been placed in front of him for a long time, but Li Qingchuan didn't touch it. The aroma of the wine was alluring, but he didn't like wine. Once upon a time, he was also a prodigal son of wine, he would not return when he was not drunk, and he was romantic and suave, but now, that kind of life seems to be far away.

"What surprises do you think you can see today?" Wang Er looked back, because the second carriage opened the curtains. It was a young man in his mid-twenties, wearing ancient black clothes with gold trim, his eyes were like lightning, his eyebrows were thick and thick, and he had a kind of majesty.

The arrogance of the world.

One of the leading figures of the younger generation of the Ji family, Ji Zhuzhong, a person whose parents often talk about children from other families, is so outstanding that it makes people despair.

"No more!" Li Qingchuan finally withdrew his gaze and passed Ji Zhuzhong's gaze. He didn't want to collide with this person prematurely before the final battle.

The Ji family has all appeared, and other forces will not appear unless their brains are trapped by the door.

"One day, my Wang family should do the same." Wang Er said with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Yes, one day." Li Qingchuan sighed slightly, shook his head, and poured the wine in his glass into the soup. The prestige of the Ji family was created in that era, with the right time, place and people, which is no longer available now. It is almost impossible for the latecomers to reproduce the glory of the past.

"Waste!" Wang Er was very distressed. He brought back only 6 jars of wine from the ancient tomb. He gave two jars to the old man and gave one jar to a good friend. He himself only had three jars.

"There is still an hour, I'm going to sleep." Li Qingchuan didn't care about the pain on Wang Er's face, and when he stood up, he was already gone.

"Tonight is suitable for bleeding!" Wang Er looked at the sky, the bright moon had already come out, drank the wine in his glass, and disappeared into the inn.

...

"Let's go, you guys go back to Black Dragon City." In the secret room deep underground, Liu Wei'an Yan'er and his party said. He had planned, but in vain he was frightened,

He trusts his feelings. Yan'er and others can't stay here anymore.

Ping'an soldiers have no right to speak, no matter what Liu Wei'an said and what they did, Yan'er showed an expression of unwillingness to leave.

"My lord, the Blue City is now a place of right and wrong, why not come back after your skills recover?" Yan'er said cautiously.

"Fortune here has nothing to do with strength." Liu Weian shook his head. Before he lost his skill, he was not very enthusiastic about the ruins. He just heard a lot of legends that the benefits of the ruins are endless, and some are just greedy. After losing his skills, his spiritual perception suddenly increased, and he vaguely felt that the ruins here were his creation and must be left behind.

If he misses it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

"I don't have the strength either! I think—" Yan'er closed her mouth, Liu Wei'an's eyes were calm, but she felt like a mountain.

"Well, since you want to stay

, just stay, in case of danger, don't cry. "Liu Wei'an laughed, and suddenly the cold winter was gone, and the spring breeze was blowing.

"Thank you, son!" Yan'er cheered happily, filled with joy.

"Should Banxian stay or go to Black Dragon City?" Liu Wei'an looked at Xu Banxian, Xu Banxian is not a member of the Pingan team, he is a free man, he can come and go by himself.

Before Xu Banxian could speak, the little peddler appeared with a dignified expression and a trace of shame: "The blue city is sealed, and it may not be easy to leave."

Liu Wei'an and Xu Banxian were shocked at the same time, and they were shocked when they followed the little shopkeeper to the underground border of the Blue City. A huge formation enveloped the entire blue city, only entering and not exiting.

The sky and the ground are all sealed, and no one notices such a large formation.

"I've only seen the complexity of this large formation in my life." Xu Banxian felt it for a while, with horror on his face.

"It was improved from the incomplete ancient formation. It's more than exquisite, but not enough to kill." Liu Wei'an checked silently, and then opened his mouth after a cup of tea. In order to increase the stealth, the boundary of the formation has added a flexible area. It is possible to go out of the city, but only one kilometer away. After one kilometer, you will encounter a barrier or a formation such as a ghost hitting a wall, and you cannot go out.

"Can it be broken?" Xu Banxian looked at him expectantly.

"No!" Liu Weian answered simply and swiftly.

"..." Xu Banxian would probably roll his eyes if he wasn't blind.

"However, this formation is not over yet. With the strength of the three of us, we can still go out." Liu Wei'an's tone was full of strong fighting spirit. He understood the true meaning of formation from ancient books, and thought he had made great progress in formation. When he suddenly encountered such an exquisite formation, he couldn't help but want to compete.

Xu Banxian is also a master of formations, the little peddler's closeness to the earth is unparalleled in the world, this formation is arranged according to the terrain, just right for the small peddler's opening, plus his attainments in formations, if he still can't get out like this, his pain these days will be in vain.

"Can you finish the sentence in one breath." At the moment just now, Xu Banxian really regretted staying in the Blue City. After meeting Liu Wei'an, I found that nothing good happened, especially in the past few days, I was about to see Hades several times, and the blue city was too dangerous.

"It's not too late, let's do it right away, or else the formation will end, and we'll be really helpless." Liu Wei'an's voice imitated, and a wave came from the ground, his expression changed,

"not good--"