Perfect World

The sound of clansman made Shi Hao's heart tremble!

The old man had white beard and hair, a thin and withered body, and only one arm. His clothes were ragged and stained with blood, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy. His body was in great decline.

The sound of clansman gave Shi Hao a sour feeling, and his mind immediately lost its peace. Is this a clansman? He has been fighting at the forefront!

How much hardship have they suffered and how much suffering have they endured? Even children and frail old people have climbed onto the city wall. Are there no young people left? Could it be that they have all died in the battle! ?

"Senior!" Shi Hao spoke, looking up at the old, weak, sick and disabled on the city wall, feeling a sense of respect and excitement. He wanted to change everything.

On the city wall, children with dirty faces, as young as eight or nine, as old as fifteen or sixteen, with disheveled hair, were all on guard, looking down.

Their faces were numb, and there was only a glimmer of curiosity deep in their eyes as they stared at the people under the city wall.

It is conceivable that such a young child is already like this and is used to life and death fights. This place should have gone through very brutal battles.

The young faces that should have been full of vitality were now replaced by numbness and wariness. At the same time, the youngest child was a little nervous.

On the city wall, an old man waved his hand. He was one-armed, and his broken arm could not be regenerated. There were terrible laws eroding his flesh and body. There were black and red dried blood stains on his shabby clothes. He signaled the children to retreat.

"Are you... from the outside... clansman?"

He spoke as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and his words were unclear. It seemed like there was only fighting here, blood and ruthless fighting.

Even Shenming and Sanzang were moved. How many years had it been since they had spoken? What have these people been through? Have they been holding on and fighting?

This place is like an abandoned land. The outside world thinks that this city has dried up and become a dead city, but there are still a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who are holding on!

What kind of will is this? What is supporting them?

"You... are not a true immortal, how did you get in?" the old man asked, two beams of light flew out of his muddy old eyes, and he held a bronze battle ax in one arm.

From these words, Shi Hao and the others came to an astonishing conclusion. There was no way to approach this place except the realm of true immortality.

Then, they took a look under the city wall. There were skeletons burning in those places. They were immortal-level fluctuations, locked by the magic circle, which confirmed some conjectures.

"It's strange to say, we..."

In front of his clansmen and those who were guarding the isolated city, Shi Hao didn't hide anything. He told them one by one, even if the things were tortuous and unconvincing.

"Clan members, stand on that bluestone."

On the city wall, the old man pointed out that there was a piece of bluestone under the city wall, which was three feet square. It was very simple and there was nothing strange about it.

When Shi Hao heard this, he stepped forward without any hesitation.

Chi!

The bluestone glowed instantly, and a ball of fire enveloped Shi Hao, sweeping through his veins, limbs, and bones, not even letting go of his soul.

Shen Ming exclaimed, almost taking action, but resisted the urge.

Strangely, the fire did not hurt Shi Hao. He felt warm, and the rune flames on his forehead became more intense, as if he was being blessed by a force.

"It's not a foreign and powerful creature pretending to be." The old man nodded, and many people on the city wall, including children, let out a sigh of relief.

This stone can be used to test whether it is a real Stone Tribe person!

"Please look up again." The old man said cautiously.

There was a bone mirror hanging on the city gate tower, which was very gentle. At this moment, it shot down a ray of light, which went straight into the sea of ​​Shi Hao's spiritual consciousness and submerged into his soul.

During this process, Shi Hao did not resist and waited quietly.

Behind them, the expressions of the two golden burial warriors changed drastically and they retreated quickly. They did not want to be illuminated by this fairy mirror and see everything about them. In that case, life and death would be in the hands of others.

However, Shi Hao was so relieved that he did not resist.

"It's a tribesman who came with good intentions and didn't lie." The old man was excited. Several other people in the city wall were also happy, and the children cheered in low voices.

"Do you want to stand here and accept the test, or do you want to step back?" The old man looked at the two golden burial men.

Shen Ming and Sanzang looked at each other and stepped back together, keeping a sufficient distance apart.

Chi!

On the ground, a fire rose, azure, like the fire of the netherworld, as if there was an immortal aura permeating the air, forming an insurmountable wall of fire.

The two golden burial men could neither see nor hear anything.

Under the city wall, Shi Hao stood alone, waiting quietly.

Suddenly, with a flash of divine light, the one-armed old man suddenly appeared, activated his defense, and walked out alone.

"Sit down, the city is dull. I haven't spoken for many years. I almost forgot how to speak." The old man said, sitting on a piece of bluestone.

"Why are you staying here? Where are the others? Why don't you retreat to the New Emperor Pass?" Shi Hao asked.

Some questions had answers, but he wanted confirmation.

"This is the order of our ancestors. We must stick to it until the end, because a group of tribesmen have been sent out. It is enough for them to spread their branches and multiply their bloodline." The old man said and glanced at Shi Hao.

When Shi Haoru was struck by lightning, he understood that the tribesmen who were sent away were their ancestors, who were still alive and well, and were responsible for reproducing the descendants of the tribe's bloodline.

The old, weak, sick and disabled in the isolated city are those who stayed behind and their descendants, responsible for the bloody battle and holding on until the end until they died.

"How are the tribesmen outside? Are they prosperous and blooming?" the old man asked.

Shi Hao's face was a little stiff, and he wanted to hide it with a smile, but found that he couldn't do it. Do you want to tell them that although the clan was not exterminated, it was suppressed and became the descendants of Sin Blood?

"What's wrong?" the old man asked quickly.

Shi Hao was silent for a moment, and finally said frankly, tell the truth, this kind of thing cannot be hidden!

"What?!" The old man was furious, and his expression changed. However, he had already stood up, but finally sat down again and sighed.

"Among the seven kings, the Human King, including the Stone King, beheaded some important figures in the Nine Heavens. It should be misunderstood because of this." The old man said.

"What, why?" Shi Hao was surprised. He didn't expect that just after contacting the old man, he would suddenly be involved in secrets of this level.

"Eroted by the ominous nature, those people are going to behave strangely. Please ask the Stone King to take action and immediately chop off their heads and kill the soul." The one-armed old man sighed.

At this moment, Shi Hao's hair stood on end. That so-called ominousness, that terrifying weirdness, had such a far-reaching impact? Several things occurred to him at once.

The blood-stained black ancient ship was drifting in the void. Shi Hao had boarded it, and it was at the altar there that he first learned about the Seven Kings of the Borderlands.

And on that ship, there was something strange and ominous, and there was a king who used his own body to suppress the strangeness!

What's even more terrifying is that there is a stone cauldron there, which contains many bloody heads, the heads of immortal figures!

When was it killed and how was it cut off? Could it be that he was also a strong man corrupted by bad luck?

In addition, not long ago, he had entered the fairyland, and was despised, looked down upon, and looked down upon by the creatures there. At the same time, the people in the fairyland were also on guard, fearing that people from the lower world would contaminate the fairyland and be on guard against bad luck.

These...are all big events!

"Back then, some people knew about these things and should not be slandered. There were real immortals still living in Jiutian. Didn't those two or three people stand up?" The one-armed old man stood up with a solemn expression.

Shi Hao was stunned, is there a true immortal in Jiutian? This is such a terrible event, why have we never fought before? ?

"Demon Dragon Dao Sect and Sword Valley, what's their attitude?" the old man asked.

"They are the ones who call our clan the descendants of Sinblood!" Shi Hao replied.

The old man's expression turned cold, and he asked again: "Has the sleeping true immortal in the Bronze Immortal Palace been born to scold them?"

"In the Bronze Immortal Palace, there is a true immortal, sleeping there?" Shi Hao was shocked. He and the descendants of the Immortal Palace had competed all the way, fought fiercely, and were hostile to each other.

When the old man heard the words, he understood everything immediately and sighed.

"Did the fight with Kunpeng's lineage make their eyes blinded by blood?" The old man whispered again, and then he became angry and let out a low roar.

Everyone would be angry. They fought with blood and blood here until only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left. However, the tribesmen at the back were slandered, harmed, and nailed to the pile of shame, and were called descendants of guilty blood!

"King Suzaku died early. If he had his fiery temper, he would definitely kill him and ignore him!" said the one-armed old man.

Shi Hao was in a trance, and his heart was filled with panic, because in such a short time, he had learned many secrets, and the words that were spread would shock the ages.

"It's a pity that I can't do what I want. I can't leave now. The city is here but the people are here. If the city dies, the people will die!" The old man sighed quietly.