Projection of the Heavens

"Not good! Xiao Chen kidnapped Yan Qingcheng into a dead city!"

A group of undead disciples looked ugly, stopped in front of the dead city, and dared not take a step into the thunder pool.

huh~

The wind was raging, and a stern young man wearing a coarse cloth gown and carrying a long sword came before the crowd.

He looked at the dead city, his brows slightly wrinkled, and after hesitating for a moment, he walked calmly and walked into the dark and misty dead city.

The Dugu line has always been worn alone, and the Dugu Nine Swords have never been rumored. Where did Xiao Chen get it, he must find out.

shhhhh~~~

After Dugu Sword Demon, elite disciples of the sect also came one after another, hesitating slightly.

"Dead City......"

An ordinary-looking young man stood among the crowd with an imperceptible frown.

Everyone looked at the mottled ancient city standing in the endless sea of ​​bones and contained endless evil and evil spirits, and they were a little hesitant.

"It is said that this dead city is hidden in the depths of Dragon Island. Some time ago, I don't know why it manifested. I'm afraid there is something strange in it."

A girl with a good figure, with a hint of charm and seductiveness, said.

Everyone came from the gate faction, and when they came to Long Island, some elders warned that the most dangerous thing on this Dragon Island is the dead city here.

"call!"

The ordinary-looking young man took a deep breath, and the flying knives circulated between his five fingers, and walked into the dead city without saying a word.

Everyone was still a little hesitant, but seeing that the Sword Demon and the young man all walked into it, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Go to the city gate to test first, don't really enter the city."

After hesitating for a long time, they still went together and tentatively walked into the portal of the dead city.

"They're all gone!"

In the dead city, a gloomy fog shrouded, and there were only some corpse fragments of the shadow soldiers on the ground, and Xiao Chen and others were no longer there.

Boom!

Click!

In the already gloomy sky, there are endless black clouds shrouded in it.

The sound of thunder rolled, the lightning broke through the air, and the rain poured down!

"This rain....it's actually red!"

Suddenly, a girl screamed.

Everyone reached out to catch the rain, only to see that the rain was scarlet, with an indescribable sense of evil!

"The sky is raining blood! The dead city is revived! Dragon Island has changed!"

Among the crowd, a young man wearing a Taoist robe looked up with a solemn expression.

However, I saw lightning dance wildly in the dark sky, and I could clearly see in the electric light that the raindrops that covered the sky turned bright red, and the smell of blood was pungent. blood.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling their scalps tingling, cold from head to toe, and a shudder from the soul surged in their hearts.

roar~~~

roar~~~

roar~~~

What makes everyone more fearful is that on the entire Dragon Island, there are dragon beasts roaring in all directions, and there are also terrifying dragon magical powers!

The dragon island group of dragons, who were cursed by evil, actually recovered their magical powers!

"Big trouble!"

Everyone was confused.

The reason why they dared to enter the Dragon Island is because all the dragons on the Dragon Island have been suppressed by evil spirits, and they have only animal nature.

But once the dragons have recovered their magical powers, no one here can compete with the dragons!

"Ah, no!"

"Escape! Escape!"

In the rainy night, the screams came one after another, causing the few people who wanted to escape from the dead city to stop, and everyone was in a panic.

"This group of dragon beasts seems to have surrounded this dead city! If we go out at this time, it will be a death!"

At this time, the ordinary man with a flying knife stepped out of the fog and came to the crowd: "As soon as you come, let's be safe, we still have a chance!"

This young man is the descendant of Fei Daomen, Wang Tong.

"Wang Tong, the vitality you're talking about means..."

In the crowd, the beautiful-looking woman was thoughtful.

"Yes, Tianbei Town is a dead city! The life I'm waiting for is in Tianbei!"

Wang Tong said, pointing behind him.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed. In the center of the dead city, under the endless magic fog, a huge stone tablet stood quietly.

"Dead City in Tianbei Town! This is the only way to survive, but there are too many ghosts in the dead city, we must join forces!"

Wang Tong said.

The reason why he retreated was because there were too many Yin spirits on the road ahead, and with his power, it was quite difficult.

.............

"How is this going?"

Xiao Chen stood on top of a mansion in the dead city, frowning deeply as he looked at the boiling Dragon Island and the rain of blood.

When he first entered this dead city, everything was calm, but in a short period of time, such an earth-shaking change occurred.

roar~~

A huge roar shook the sky, and the entire dead city kept shaking.

It seems that the dragon beasts on the entire Dragon Island have all rioted. They seem to want to destroy this dead city as soon as possible, and keep approaching and approaching this dead city.

Yan Qingcheng was thrown over the eaves by Xiao Chen, and looked at Xiao Chen with a hateful expression: "Will you still unblock me?"

Encountered with such a big change, even though this arrogant woman was a little shaken, if Xiao Chen didn't lift the restriction, she would have no chance of survival at all.

Xiao Chen ignored her, frowning at the stone tablet in the middle of the dead city, which seemed to be shining with light.

The stone tablet was vaguely familiar to him.

It seems that the ancient stele he had seen in the Yellow River when he was a child was somewhat similar to that ancient stele.

"Humph"

Yan Qingcheng let out a heavy snort, gritted her teeth in hatred, but there is no way now, it is impossible for her to escape after being sealed.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Under the eaves, the snow-white little things kept jumping, and the little snow-white claws waved the divine light, brushing away the blood rain that fell from the sky.

Xiao Chen didn't think about it anymore, he jumped off the roof with Yan Qingcheng, and walked towards the monument with the snow-white little beast.

.............

"what!"

"Run away, run away!"

"what!"

In the dead city, people die from time to time in the hands of ghosts and ghosts.

Xiao Chen held Yan Qingcheng, who was stunned by him, with one hand, and wielded a long knife with one hand, hacking and slaying the Yin spirits one by one.

His injuries have not healed, and it is a bit reluctant to deal with these Yin spirits, but the little beast on his shoulder is extremely mighty.

"puff!"

On the roof in the distance, a figure vomited blood and flew, flying more than ten meters away, and smashed at Xiao Chen's feet.

"Xiao, Xiao Chen......"

That figure looked ordinary, but it was Wang Tong, the descendant of Flying Swordsmen.

His chest was covered in blood, and a spooky paw print almost gouged out his heart.

Xiao Chen frowned and dropped a healing fruit.

He was indirectly recognized by Wuzu, and Li Xunhuan, the ancestor of Flying Swordsmen, was his senior brother. Although Wang Tong chased and killed him, it was because he showed the stunt of Flying Swordsmen. He didn't know his identity and chased after him. Killing yourself is justifiable.

However, although he understood in his heart, he was still unhappy. After dropping a fruit, he walked away.

"Cough cough!"

Wang Tong picked up the blood-stained fruit and ate it with gritted teeth.

After a long while, he struggled to follow the place Xiao Chen had passed toward the monument.

boom!

Xiao Chen raised his long knife, and the cold light rushed forward like a tidal wave.

There was a hint of solemnity in his indifference, and the existence shrouded in black mist in front of him was putting too much pressure on him.

"You don't have to fight with me...I'm not your enemy..."

In the dark fog, a pale palm stretched out and took hold of Xiao Chen's long knife in a hurry.

After that, the black mist dissipated, and a pale young man slowly emerged.

The young man's skin was pale without a trace of blood, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"who are you?"

Xiao Chen raised his hand to stop the little beast on his shoulder, and spoke with a solemn expression.

On the young man in front of him, he felt the terrifying power like mountains and seas, but he did not feel malicious.

"Name doesn't matter..."

The pale-faced man shook his head slightly, with a hint of emotion on his face: "I used to be named Chi You, but if you think about it, you don't remember this name."

It's been too long, and even he himself has forgotten his name. If someone hadn't recalled his divine will, he would still be just a confused devil at this time.

"Thousands of years ago, I was the Patriarch of the Demon Sect."

He said so.

"Chi You!"

Xiao Chen's heart was shocked, and he stared at the man who was like a ghost: "How could you be Chiyou?"

Chi You!

There has only been one Chi You since the beginning of time!

The God of War, Chi You, who once competed with Yan Huang for the world!

Looking at this ghost-like man, Xiao Chen didn't believe in the slightest bit that this person would be Chi You.

"The past is over, Chiyou is just a name."

His pale face was full of coldness, and he shook his head slightly: "Call me, the devil, you can also."

"Why are you blocking my way?"

Xiao Chen cut off the distracting thoughts and was vigilant in his heart.

No matter who this person is, there is no doubt that he is a tyrannical existence that he cannot resist at the moment.

"Someone wants to see you."

The gloomy man said, "I won't come, how will you get by?"

As he spoke, the mighty coercion swept across all directions, and in the surrounding demonic fog, there was a shrill ghost scream.

Xiao Chen was moved, and he didn't even realize that, before he knew it, there were already so many Yin spirits lurking around him.

"Come with me."

Without waiting for Xiao Chen to speak, he slowly turned around and walked towards the monument.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The little beast waved its small claws and shouted fiercely at the man's back.

"alright, alright."

Xiao Chen reassured the little beast and followed behind the self-proclaimed Chiyou with a little bit of vigilance.

Following behind him, there were no Yin spirits along the way, but after a while, he came to the middle of the city, on a huge square.

"Ancient monument..."

Xiao Chen's expression shook.

In the center of the square, a quaint stone tablet with a height of 100 meters stands, and around it, there are more illusory stone tablets flashing in the void.

There are a total of nine stone tablets, slowly turning in an unpredictable trajectory.

In the middle of the nine stone tablets, there was a man sitting cross-legged with his back to him, his long hair fluttering in the night wind.

The blood rain "wow" and fell.

Xiao Chen's complexion changed, and he saw the invisible long river of martial arts.

"Wu, Wu Zu!"

Xiao Chen almost forgot the Yan Qingcheng in his hand and muttered to himself.

"Wuzu!"

As soon as Yan Qingcheng woke up and turned around, he heard Xiao Chen's self-talk, and his heart was shocked: "Xiao Chen, you..."

pat!

Xiao Chen returned to his senses, knocked her unconscious with a backhand palm, and threw her shaking hands under an eaves outside the square.

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