The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1871 The Restlessness of the Light and Dark Elements
She looked at the thick black mist around her. The black mist enveloped her whole body, and it was so tightly wrapped that she might be able to see only a ball of black light from the outside.

Leng Wuyou thought like this, but she had already stepped into the city gate, and the moment she walked through the city gate, when the ray of light fell and landed on him, she had a creepy feeling, as if she had been caught by something. Something horrible is being watched, but the feeling is only fleeting.

After entering the city, Leng Wuyou realized that the inside of the city and the outside of the city are simply two worlds.

The city was pitch black, and the sky above was black, except for a blood moon hanging high, well, it looked like a demon realm.

Of course, there is no demonic energy here, but rather the gloomy atmosphere, full of resentment.

The resentment inside is a hundred times stronger than the resentment outside.

The reason why the sky was black was not that the sky was originally black, but that the resentment energy accumulated and rose up into the sky, directly covering the entire sky.

The reincarnation of the underworld in the body is constantly stirring, and the soul river is also rolling out layers of waves.

The source of the nine lines of spirits that were originally fused together, the source of the dark line of spirits separated from it autonomously, restlessly passing a message to Leng Wuyou, "you want to eat, you want to eat."

Leng Wuyou felt a little headache, she felt that the source of the light system was about to move, as if she wanted to purify everything here.

The two extremes of light and darkness are intertwined in her body, causing her brows to be deeply locked together.

If it weren't for this layer of resentment outside of her body, her aura might have been exposed.

There was no one walking in the whole city, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet and somewhat dead.

The human voice heard outside seemed to be an illusion.

Leng Wuyou followed Xiao Hei Tuanzi and walked straight forward. The wooden doors were tightly closed as they passed by, and he couldn't even feel a sound or a stranger's breath, as if this place was just an empty city.

Until Leng Wuyou was led by the little black group to a small alley.

This alley is so narrow that only one person can pass through it.

The little black group came to the middle of the alley and bumped into the wall in front of it.

Leng Wuyou hesitated for a while, only then did he realize that the wall in front of him was a movable wall, as soon as the little black blob hit the wall in front of him, it rotated to the side.

Little Heituan turned his head and waved his little paw at Leng Wuyou.

Leng Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then followed.

After everyone went in, the movable wall panels in front of them were reinstalled again.

And just as the front foot of the wall was installed, a group of people passed by the alley on the back foot.

The leading white-eyed man in black paused for a moment, his eyes swept towards the alley, his brows were furrowed, and his face under the mask was full of doubts.

Just now, he seemed to feel a strange breath. The breath was similar to what he felt before, but it was a little different. He frowned and felt it again, and found that there was no breath at all. Could it be a sense? wrong?
He looked sideways and asked the people around him, "Do you feel any breath?"

Several people paused, then shook their heads in unison.

With white eyes and black cannons, he frowned, and felt it carefully again, and after really not finding any aura, he couldn't help whispering softly.

"Am I thinking too much?"

He stayed here for quite a while, and then took the people away, but not long after he left, about half a quarter of an hour, he turned back again, carefully sensed it again, and once again confirmed that there was no breath , and then left in peace.

As for Leng Wuyou at this time, after she followed the little black group in, she realized that there was a long staircase, and this staircase was winding down, as if leading to the depths of the ground.

Leng Wuyou followed behind Xiao Heituan without a word, the silence of the pitch-black space, without the friction sound of shoes and the ground, reverberating in the space.

(End of this chapter)