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Chu Yang secretly noticed that someone seemed to be trying to harm him. After thinking about it, there seemed to be no other suitable candidate except Yuan Qing, who had lost his world spirit.

Of course he knew that Yuan Qing had doubts about himself after he realized that the dark thunder on his body was not absorbed by this strange city like the purple cauldron.

But he knew better that if Yuan Qing didn't figure out his method in one day, it would be absolutely impossible for the other party to suddenly attack.

Although the other party was arrogant, it would have been impossible to get to where he is today based on this alone. If it wasn't a life and death crisis, Chu Yang would never expose the existence of the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation in front of Yuan Qing.

As long as he continues to maintain the status quo, he will eventually be invincible.

After a while, the three of them were approaching the city gate.

When the group of people approached, Chu Yang realized that there was a small poem inscribed on the dim city gate in front of him!

"I am personally entrusted with the Holy Order of the Emperor and Heaven, and I hold the Book of Life and Death in the palm of my hand.

If it is said in the sky that there is no divine way, where will the thunder and thunder come from?"

The eerie and silent atmosphere surrounding this poem seems to complement each other, adding a sense of horror out of thin air.

If Chu Yang had not gone through countless life and death crises all the way to this day, he would have been a little cautious after seeing this scene.

Yuan Qing on the side couldn't help but snorted coldly after seeing this poem, but he still couldn't calm down the anger of having his world spirit taken away.

"It's just a city. Who dares to write such a poem on the gate of this city in such a tone."

Chu Yang sighed softly and echoed:

"Even if there are many weird things in this city, is it possible that there is a real underworld in it?"

"Come on, you two, I'll go first."

Chu Yang stretched out his right arm and touched the city gate in front of him with his right palm.

The city gate remained motionless, but Chu Yang's figure was sucked in by the sudden suction force inside the city gate, and his figure disappeared before the eyes of Xiao Linhuang and the others.

After entering it, Chu Yang found that the environment and structure inside were not much different from those in Fengtian City. The only difference is that the city is a veritable dead city, and there is no power of rules in it.

After standing there and waiting for a long time, Chu Yang did not see the figures of Xiao Linhuang and Yuan Qing behind him. As soon as he thought about it, Chu Yang already understood that the two of them might have been teleported to other parts of the city. .

The dead city, which is empty and has no power of rules, can forcibly seize the ability of the world spirit. There are all kinds of weird things, and Chu Yang really can't connect it with the ghost.

Moreover, when he released his spiritual thoughts, he did not feel the strange presence similar to yours inside this city, and there seemed to be no connection between the two.

"Is it really not related to that weird existence?"

At the moment, Chu Yang wanted to ask the two world spirits about the specific situation, but thinking of Yuan Qing's previous fate, he had to keep many doubts in his heart and planned to explore the surrounding situation himself.

The phantoms of gods and demons appeared behind him. With the strength of his heyday, Chu Yang strolled leisurely on the main road in the city.

After walking a few steps, Chu Yang couldn't help but think of the little poem he had seen on the city gate.

The sound moved with his heart, and Chu Yang murmured unconsciously:

"I am personally entrusted with the Holy Order of the Emperor and Heaven, and I hold the Book of Life and Death in the palm of my hand.

If it is said in the sky that there is no divine way, where will the thunder and thunder come from?"

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Interesting and interesting…”

What Chu Yang didn't know was that just after he muttered this little poem, some inexplicable changes suddenly occurred inside this strange and honest city. Some "living things" suddenly appeared in the originally dead city.

Although all these changes were secret, Chu Yang still noticed some clues. If it were other ancient geniuses, they might not be able to detect it at all, but Chu Yang, who has the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation, is completely different from the ancient geniuses who are the incarnation of the power of rules, not to mention that he has Ming Lei. The existence of world spirits that can suppress ghosts.

The uneasy feeling in the dark became stronger and stronger. Chu Yang knew that something must have happened that he didn't know about. He began to quicken his pace and began to search for a safer place.

While walking, Chu Yang's eyes suddenly stopped at a dilapidated teahouse on the right.

This teahouse is ordinary, with dust on the tiles, just like this weird city.

But when he looked at the plaque outside the teahouse, there was a slight response from the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation!

"It's strange that a plaque can actually cause changes in the formation."

Chu Yang murmured to himself and stayed where he was, unable to help but hesitate whether to enter it or continue searching for other safe places.

Seeing that his heart was beating faster and faster, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger, Chu Yang frowned, became furious, and strode into the teahouse!

As long as he is not allowed to encounter the army of paper figures he saw before, even if there are many strange things in this city, he will have nothing to fear!

Just as his right foot crossed the threshold, two clear bells rang out above Chu Yang's head!

When he looked up, he noticed that there was something above his head

There is a bell.

A meaningful look flashed across Chu Yang's eyes, and all this was because the uneasy feeling when the bell rang suddenly weakened, and even his mind became clear under the wash of the bell.

These changes are not obvious, but they do occur.

From the time he set foot in this city to now, he has passed hundreds of buildings, but only this teahouse can make him feel at ease.

The number of Dayan is fifty, and the number of Tianyan is forty-nine.

Could it be that the teahouse in front of me is the city's glimmer of hope for outsiders?

If this is the case, then the relationship between Netherworld and this city can be ignored, because a world spirit simply does not have the strength to deploy such means.

After thinking briefly for a moment, Chu Yang chose the tea table closest to the door and sat down. The chair was in tatters, but he sat on it without making any squeaking sound.

When his eyes fell on the table, he suddenly discovered that the surface was covered with dense and strange lines.

It would be fine if it was just one table, but the same was true for dozens of tables in the entire teahouse, and the lines on each table were completely different, giving Chu Yang the feeling more like the lines of some kind of formation.

In such an ordinary teahouse, but containing special abilities, what role does the appearance of these formation patterns play? Whether all this is beneficial or harmful to him is still unclear.

Chu Yang knew that if he wanted to explore the secrets of this city, he would have to venture into various dangerous places, but at the moment, none of the dangerous places in this city brought him as much surprise as this teahouse.

Just when Chu Yang was freeing his mind to think about all kinds of doubts, something suddenly happened outside.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and at this moment the teahouse's originally wide wooden door suddenly closed!