King of the Fairy City

The sudden appearance of the City Lord's Mansion army caught everyone in the yard by surprise. Perhaps they had expected it, but they didn't expect it to come so quickly.

The next moment, the assassins of the Nifa Army changed their faces. They didn't expect that the plan was so thorough and there was almost no possibility of leakage. Now they were surrounded by the City Lord's Mansion army, and they couldn't escape even if they had ten pairs of wings. /p\u003e

"It's impossible to escape. Instead of being killed, it's better to complete the mission and die. We won't die in vain."

Among the masked Nifa Army monks, a monk suddenly took off the mask on his face. He turned out to be a middle-aged man who looked more than 40 years old.

He crushed the mask to pieces, looked around at the many Nifa Army monks, and spoke fiercely in a deep and vicissitudes voice. Then he took the lead in launching a crazy attack on the target. A foot-long silver needle was controlled by him. It was as flexible as a swimming fish, and it shuttled and killed the target with great agility. From time to time, dazzling lightning snakes burst out, and a pungent smell of burning filled the void.

Seeing this, the others no longer held back and crushed their masks. Some of them even spat out dozens of mouthfuls of blood on their life-long magic weapons, making the magic weapons perform beyond their normal capabilities, with extremely amazing lethality, and risking their lives to kill the target.

In an instant, everyone in the cultivation world fell into a disadvantage and was beaten back step by step by this desperate offensive.

"Hmph, the dying beast is still fighting, the government army listens to my orders, and the Nifa Army will not spare a single one, and will kill them all!"

The young man was standing in the wind, and seeing that these Nifa Army monks were actually trying to kill the target, he snorted coldly and quickly ordered the government army to go out.

The young man was very disdainful and even full of disgust for these cultivators in the cultivation world, but these people were all chess pieces of the Immovable City anyway, and he didn't want to hinder the Immovable City's grand plan because of his own reasons.

Hundreds of government army monks responded with a shout, each holding a powerful magic weapon and rushing into the battlefield, forming an airtight battle formation, dividing and encircling the Nifa Army monks, and killing them one by one.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the young man in mid-air smiled slightly, flew into the yard, and walked towards Ye Mo and the female assassin.

"My dear sister, how do you feel about being in this situation today? Have you ever thought that this day would come?"

The young man's face was full of smug smiles, and he laughed with gloating.

Suddenly, he saw Ye Mo holding the white wrist of the female assassin with one hand, his expression changed, and he scolded: "Let go! Miss Budongcheng is also something that you, a lowly person, can touch? Ignorant and fearless trash, if you dare to touch her again, this young master will cripple your hand!"

His good sister didn't even touch him once, and this ordinary cultivator who had cultivated from a mortal, a waste-like creature, dared to touch his sister, looking for death!

Ye Mo didn't listen to the young man's scolding, raised his hand to take off the mask of the female assassin, revealing the delicate and lovely face under the mask.

"It's you, Miss Wen Rennuan."

Ye Mo smiled gently.

He had doubts from the moment he saw Wen Ren Nuan, but Wen Ren Nuan was wearing a mask and her voice was completely changed. He didn't see her true face, so he was not sure.

"You..."

The young man was furious, feeling that the foreign cultivator in front of him was too bold. He was the eldest son of the City Lord's Mansion, the future quasi-city lord. This lowly foreign cultivator dared to ignore him, which was simply seeking death.

"Low-class pariah, die for me!"

The eldest son smiled coldly, and the beauty seal in his hand suddenly appeared. The move was so fierce that even Wen Ren Nuan was covered in it. The terrible mana fluctuations destroyed the mountains and broke the peaks, all condensed in this small space and exploded.

"You are the one who is looking for death!"

Ye Mo glanced at the corner of his eye. On the pure black silk gloves, a black magic bird with a cold luster all over its body chirped, attached to the front of the silk gloves, and was punched out by Ye Mo.

Magic power-Demon Flame Hell!

The black magic bird sealed on the silk gloves brazenly displayed its magical power. In an instant, a burst of cold and hot blue magic fire spread and exploded, and the void was twisted under this temperature.

The pure fist force and the power of the magic power burst out at the same time, blasting the beauty seal away in an instant, and a large piece of magic fire entangled it relentlessly, with a terrible power that could burn everything in the world, and immediately forced the eldest son to fly back.

Ye Mo had no intention of killing the eldest son. After forcing the eldest son back, he waved his hand and took back all the magic flames. He glanced at the eldest son coldly, let go of Wen Rennuan's wrist, and turned to walk into the room.

From the beginning when they met the people of the Immovable City, Ye Mo and other cultivators from the outside world have always been regarded as garbage and pariahs. Their status is similar to that of the low-level cultivators who survived in the Immovable City. Ye Mo and others have long been fed up with such looks and attitudes.

The move just now was a small relief for K. If he didn't take this opportunity to vent his anger, Ye Mo was afraid that he would never have the chance to vent his anger again. Once controlled, he knew that he would no longer be himself.

The eldest son almost bit his teeth and looked at Ye Mo's room with great resentment. He had never encountered such a thing since he was born, and he had never thought that he would be ignored by a useless cultivator whom he completely despised.

As the eldest son of the City Lord's Mansion, he was naturally talented enough, so he was the only heir. Other brothers... It's not that there are no brothers, but they died at birth. Many of the brothers who were born later were even thrown to death by him.

As the eldest son of the City Lord's Mansion, he has obtained resources, status and treatment since he was a child that ordinary cultivators can't imagine. He is used to enjoying such huge resources, so he highly respects the various strategies of the Immovable City.

He even felt that it was completely unreasonable that there were so many ordinary monks and untouchables in Fudo City. Although there were very few ordinary monks, they still refused to live an ordinary life and sacrificed their lives to earn money and resources to practice. It undoubtedly takes up some resources.

These people are all waste without talent. No matter how much resources they spend, what's the use? The same resources are used on talented monks, and the effect is ten times or a hundred times better. Why should they be used on these wastes?

These people don't even have the right to live.

This is the idea that the eldest son has never changed, and it is much more extreme than his father, the lord of Fudo City.

Of course, the eldest son is no better than his sister Wen Rennuan. Secretly, Wen Rennuan is a member of the Rebel Army. On the surface, in order to please his father and avoid being discovered, he does things even more ruthlessly than the eldest son. In the scene during the day, as soon as he opened his mouth, more than 10% of the monks died, even the eldest son could not compare.

But all this is over. From now on, only he and Wenrenpo can inherit the position of city lord in Fudo City, and Wenrennuan will never be seen again.

The counter-conquering army was targeting everyone in the cultivating world, and the Fudo City Army was also targeting the counter-conquering army. The crushing force formed by the dispatched troops was very terrifying. Before it was time to have a cup of tea, the cultivators of the counter-conquering army were already in disarray. They were crushed and defeated by numerous magic weapons one after another. kill.

Later, the eldest son Wen Renpo ordered Wen Rennuan to be taken down, while he went to the depths of the city lord's palace to report the results of today's battle to his father.

The Fujun monks left completely, leaving behind a dilapidated yard and corpses on the ground. Blood was flowing all over the ground. Monk Kuuga and others looked extremely ugly. A group of people gathered around and were silent for a while.

"Oh, this is our disaster. We should not covet the treasures of heaven and earth and enter this immovable lake."

Monk Kuuga sighed repeatedly.

No matter how stupid everyone is, they all understand that they are involved in an extremely huge whirlpool. It is not just the whirlpool of the Counterattack Army and Fudo City. This huge whirlpool has extended to the world of immortality and all walks of life. Perhaps they will understand Some secrets, but this is not a good thing. If they can choose, they would rather know nothing and hunt for treasures and practice in peace.

"It's not like there's no good news. At least I won't wait to die."

Kong Fan of the Inner Demon Sect, like Ye Mo, is very open-minded.

Ye Mo is a very mysterious person in his opinion. If Ye Mo is controlled, everyone will definitely not be spared. If Ye Mo is not controlled, he may have a chance to escape from the control of Fudo City. No matter what the outcome, he will not Worse than these people.

The others immediately glared at Kong Fan after hearing this. This guy really didn't know how to open the pot. The monks who dared to come to hunt for treasures had already been prepared to die. Instead of having their hearts and souls controlled, it would be better to commit suicide early.

But if there is a choice, no one would want to live.

"Donor Kong is very tolerant, which makes the poor monk admire him."

Monk Kuuga smiled bitterly.

"Since you can't escape, why worry about these trivial matters? It's better to have a good rest, recover your mana, and wait for the opportunity to escape."

Kong Fan stretched and said something lazily, then turned and returned to the room.

He was the first to leave the room and go to the yard to fight with the monks of the Rebellion Army. The room was not damaged. Seeing that among everyone, only his room was the most intact, he couldn't help but feel happy: he had some "foresight" , chose to fight in the yard early.

There is no sun or moon in cultivation, so time flies by in a night, and soon the sky becomes brighter.

When everyone walked out of the room, they saw the old man who had led everyone into the city! The housekeeper, the old man was still in high spirits, meticulously groomed, and with a faint smile on his face, he led everyone away from the yard.

This time, everyone still did not see the so-called City Lord. Under the leadership of the old man, everyone walked through the many courtyards and came to the depths of the City Lord's Mansion, in front of a mountain more than two hundred feet high.

The mountain is not high, only more than 200 feet. There is no trace of green in the whole mountain. There is only a blood-red word "forbidden" written on a silver hook on the mountainside. The blood-red light flows like fresh blood. .

What's strange is that the word "forbidden" seems to contain inexplicable power, and even the Nascent Soul monks can't resist it. Everyone just looked at it for two breaths before feeling dizzy, as if a whirlpool was born on the word "forbidden", and it was going to blow away. Everyone’s spirits and souls were sucked into it.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a bronze door inlaid on the mountain. It is made of an unknown material and is as heavy as a stone. Only four Nascent Soul monks managed to open the bronze door. Behind the door is a dark and deep tunnel with no end in sight. .

"This is where every outsider must visit, please come on."

The old man glanced at everyone with his cold and flat eyes and said calmly.

Everyone looked at each other with complicated expressions. They did not enter the mountain immediately. Everyone knew that if they went there, they would probably not be the ones who came back.

Ye Mo and Kong Fan were the most calm, with expressions as calm as water. Shi Shiran walked into the bronze door, and in the blink of an eye, their figures had disappeared into the darkness.