Unlimited Adaptation

Life, separation and death are so insignificant on this city wall that they cannot stir up any dust.

The seemingly touching scene between Yan Xing and Lan was not even looked at by the silver-armored guards. They all frowned and looked gloomy. They had something more worrying.

"It's weird."

"Why is this repair so difficult? The loss of city slaves is far greater than before. If this continues..."

The leading silver-armored guard looked around, and all he saw were wailing and writhing city slaves. Less than one of them was intact, and among them was a half-grown child.

"Come here, kid, you all can get down too."

Yan Xing's eyes darkened when he heard the sound, and he did not resist. He obediently took the golden talisman and patted it on his chest. In an instant, a layer of light film adhered to the surface of his skin.

‘Is this the extraordinary power of this world? It's amazing! ’

A warmth flows through the limbs and bones, and the mind suddenly feels at peace, and a great sense of security emerges, as if I am invulnerable and invulnerable at this moment.

Yan Xing did not indulge too much in this magical power. He walked to the edge of the wall and looked at the scarlet mist close at hand.

Risk your life and survive!

To get out of the current predicament, according to Uncle Lan's plan, he had to walk into the fog no matter what today.

Without hesitation, Yan Xing bent his legs slightly and was about to jump.

call--

The wind and snow howled, and a vague and strange wave swept past. Yan Xing's figure suddenly froze, unable to move.

What! ?

Seeing that freedom was just ahead, something unexpected happened. Yan Xing's expression changed slightly. He had no time to think and glanced around with his eyes that could only move.

It wasn't just him who was frozen in place, the strong man beside him, those powerful silver-armored guards, and even the goose feather snowflakes falling from the sky were also frozen in mid-air.

Whoops! !

The flying snow rolled back, and the endless snowflakes gathered rapidly, as if they were squeezed into a staircase by a big hand in the void. The white snow staircase extended to the sky and the end of the line of sight.

Ta-ta...

There was a figure walking in the snow, and it only took a few moments to go from blurry to clear, and the speed was frighteningly fast.

Four women in red skirts, their faces covered with white gauze, worked together to carry a gorgeous chariot, and a figure could be faintly seen reclining in it.

It wasn't these that caught Yan Xing's eyes, but the white-browed old man on one side of the chariot. This old guy was actually stepping on the void as he walked.

Flying across the void! ?

Such an existence can no longer be called a human being, right?

Yan Xing's heart sank and he sighed secretly. It's true that misfortunes never come singly. The appearance of this group of people will undoubtedly affect the implementation of his escape plan.

Phew!

When a group of people walked down the stairs and landed on the city wall, the strange feeling of stagnation dissipated instantly, everyone was able to move, and goose feathers and snowflakes also drifted down.

Bang bang bang!

The silver-armored guards knelt down in large numbers, their heads touching the ground, and shouted in unison.

"This slave has met all the immortal leaders of the Holy Palace!"

Yan Xing rolled his eyes. He didn't have the habit of kneeling down at all times. He quickly showed his demented look, as if he was frightened and stood motionless.

"Everyone, get up."

"We are going to the mist and need a group of city slaves to drive us. Your city lord has been informed about this matter. Go ahead and call a thousand people over."

A slightly feminine voice came from the chariot. The tone was calm, but it carried an irresistible majesty that could not be ignored.

"promise!"

Facing the arrogant silver-armored guards like Yan Xing and others, they didn't even dare to fart when they heard the words. They kowtowed and then turned into afterimages, shooting towards the left and right sections of the city.

Yan Xing was still pretending to be a fool, his clothes were wet with his haha, and no one paid attention to him.

As expected, the background of this "Holy Palace" is not small, and the Silver Armored Guards did not dare to neglect it at all. After a while, they brought back a group of city slaves from Wu Yaya.

"Let's go."

The sound came from the chariot again, and then disappeared. The white-browed old man beside him nodded slightly and walked towards the mist first.

Woohoo——

The scarlet mist kept rolling, as if there was an invisible force that pushed it away, revealing a huge hole in front of the old man.

"Within a hundred feet, I, Ke Baoer and the others are fine. If you go out of this range, haha, you will be responsible for your own life and death."

After saying that, the old man glanced at the many ragged city slaves with indifferent eyes, giving a silent warning that was extremely oppressive.

"Untie their slave marks."

"promise!"

Upon hearing this, a silver-armored guard immediately took out a bronze plate engraved with runes from his arms, scratched it with his fingers, and then a ball of black energy surged out of it, condensing into a twisted ghost in the void, roaring and disappearing. .

"Uh-"

All the city slaves let out a groan of pain, and a talisman broke in the depths of their eyes. Yan Xing also followed suit when he saw this, and deliberately bit the corner of his mouth, bleeding out a little blood.

This is also the reason why the city slaves cannot resist, and Yan Xing is a different kind. He is a baby who appears out of thin air in the city slave camp. He is picked up and raised by Lan. He is not on the roster, so he has not been planted with the slave mark. .

If you want to escape from this ghost place, the slave seal is a natural chasm that cannot be bypassed, and Yan Xing is born to meet this condition. Therefore, Lan and others have high hopes for them, and they have tried their best to prepare today's plan.

But now the appearance of the "Holy Palace"...

I hope everything goes well. Yan Xing can only cheer himself up silently. He can't let Uncle Lan and the others' dedication go to waste. He can't die here before he has a good look at this magical world.

"Set off!"

The old man and his party stepped into the mist, and the thousand city slaves did not even need the silver armor guards to drive them away. They hurriedly followed him. They seemed to understand the horror of the old man, whose majesty far exceeded the so-called slave seal.

Yan Xing lowered his eyebrows and silently mixed in the crowd. His thin body made his presence even lower than the dust at this moment. Of course, this was what he wanted.

Stepping out of the city wall, there was a force holding up everyone, like feathers, lightly falling.

Yan Xing silently estimated in his heart that it took half a quarter of an hour before his feet touched the ground.

Hiss——This dark city wall is actually 30,000 feet high!

The highest peak in the previous life would have to be stacked together to barely compare with it.

Such material resources are worthy of being a strange world with extraordinary power.

Yan Xing suppressed his agitated emotions and glanced around obscurely. He didn't have time to think about it now. Taking out the things left by Uncle Lan was the most important thing.

Unfortunately, the things that Uncle Lan and his men had placed on the city wall at the cost of their blood and flesh were now useless. With the help of the white-browed old man, he skipped the most difficult step and came directly to the ground.

What the white-browed old man said was indeed true.

The terrifying scarlet fog was repelled by an invisible force, forming a hemispherical hole with a radius of 100 feet. Everyone stood in it, which was no different from being behind the city wall.

Although the fog was blocked outside, the light could not penetrate the fog. This place should have been pitch black, but the old man took out a fist-sized pure white stone, which instantly shone with light, illuminating the hemispherical hole.

Crunch! Snap!

There was a strange touch under his feet. Yan Xing lowered his eyes and glanced. What he saw were endless pale bones, piled up like a mountain. The empty eye sockets of many heads stared at him, as if crying about their tragic experience.

Human life is like grass!

Yan Xing remained silent, his palms clenched subconsciously, and the cruel side of this world was displayed in front of him.

"Follow up!"

The white-browed old man pondered for a moment, as if he was trying to identify the direction, then he shouted in a low voice and quickened his pace forward. A thousand city slaves did not dare to stop and followed closely behind him at a trot.

This is no joke. If the speed is slow, once they leave the hemisphere hole, they will be swallowed by the fog immediately.

These city slaves are all strong men, and they have polished their bodies. They have strong physical strength and endurance. It is not difficult to keep up, but Yan Xing's small body is miserable. I don't know if he is really that weak. Gradually, he has fallen behind the team.

'Boy, you are destined to leave this ghost place in the future. The exercises we practice and the blood food and medicinal food we eat are all at the cost of overdrawing life potential. You can't stick to them. '

'The world outside is huge, huge, and you deserve better...'

Thinking of Uncle Lan's earnest teachings, Yan Xing looked down at his skinny body and shook his head and laughed.

Is this the place?

Yan Xing gathered his mind, scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, checked the topographic map he had memorized over and over again, and naturally slowed down his pace.

It's right, it's here!

A few dozen feet ahead, a depression suddenly appeared. On one side of the depression, a thick dead tree fell horizontally. In the middle of the tree, there stood a dilapidated stone tablet with several random marks on it.

These seemingly meaningless marks were something Uncle Lan had punished him severely several times and made him remember since he was a child.

Yan Xing's eyes trembled slightly, and he quietly adjusted his route forward. His luck at the moment was undoubtedly very good. The location of the stone tablet was just at the edge of the hemisphere hole. If it was slightly offset, everything would be over.

Although he could temporarily escape from the hemispherical hole with the intact golden armor on his body, once he did so, it would undoubtedly attract the attention of the "Holy Palace" group.

Bang! !

Yan Xing stepped heavily on the stone tablet, as if he subconsciously flicked it, and then naturally bent down and picked up a smooth leg bone from under the stone tablet. It was very heavy, and I don’t know what kind of creature it came from.

Huh! Huh!

He weighed the leg bone in his hand, waved it fiercely a few times, bringing a sound of wind, and then nodded with satisfaction, and immediately followed the large group, running while whispering.

"There are many dangers in the fog, and I don’t know how many horrors and weirdness there are. It’s better to have a self-defense item than bare hands..."

Yan Xing’s behavior is not an isolated case. There are many city slaves who think like him, and they all find something handy.

After all, no one is a fool. The big figures of the "Holy Palace" took the trouble to bring these humble city slaves with them. It can’t be for fun, right? There must be terrible dangers waiting for everyone.

Yan Xing was very satisfied with his acting skills. He thought that no one would notice his little action. It was just a skeleton that could be seen everywhere. Who could know the hidden secrets in it?

However, the white-browed old man walking in the front, when he picked up the leg bone, his eyes flickered slightly for a moment.

‘Haha, interesting little guy. ’

Yan Xing’s understanding of the extraordinary power in this world is still too shallow.

The white-browed old man, who has shed his mortal body, is a strong man who has opened up the “life force field”!