Chapter 702: 7 fear education
Flying Sedan carried Xu Zimo and returned to the ancient city again.
The ancient city is still as prosperous as before, and Xu Zimo wants to visit the so-called fairy road ruins before leaving.
There may be some unexpected gains.
"You go to the inn and wait, I have something to do," Xu Zimo said to Jiu You.
"Can't you bring me?" Jiu You asked.
"You can't go to the core of the Xiandao site," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
Jiuyou had no choice but to nod her head and went back to the inn. She knew that Xu Zimo didn't want to blend in with herself.
After being separated from Jiu You, Xu Zimo went to the fairy ruins alone.
The ruins of Xiandao are located in Nancheng District and are also one of the famous places in this ancient city.
Regarding the related events of that war, there have been legends among the residents of the ancient city for many years.
It is said that in the world outside the Xiandao Bridge, the leader led the invasion of the ancient continent.
The **** of all ages sealed the crack by risking death, and finally fought against the only people left in the ancient city.
All the **** kings of the entire eternal continent gathered, and the sky and darkness of the battle were dim, and the sun and the moon lost their colors.
In the end, the leader "Qingqi" was beheaded here, and there was not much left for his men to be wiped out.
After that, people rebuilt the ancient city, and the core of the most tragic battle was divided into Nancheng District.
Because the ferocious idea of the Qiongqi in the core is too heavy to be rebuilt at all.
One can only hope that these long-cherished thoughts will gradually disappear in the accumulated time.
Xu Zimo had just walked into Nancheng District and suddenly ran into a person head-on.
As the man approached Xu Zimo, his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, and he directly picked up a sharp knife and killed him.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly and fanned the man out with a slap.
The man's body slammed heavily against the wall next to him, his blood and flesh blurred, unable to move.
"Have you ever been?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
"This action is really fast. I didn't have time to go to the ruins of Xiandao, so I stared at me."
After killing the attacker, Xu Zimo had just walked a few steps.
Only the sound of "boom" sounded, and I saw that the heavy gate of Nancheng District behind him was slowly closed.
Originally straight ahead, on the main streets of Nancheng District, the bustling street crowd suddenly became quiet.
"Poo poo poo" countless swords sounded through the street instantly.
A group of people took off their coats to reveal the red gown they were wearing.
At a glance, there are almost thousands of people in these red gowns, and the entire street is densely occupied.
Those innocent passers-by were stabbed into the body by unguarded long swords and killed directly.
The bustling streets were messed up in an instant, and the surviving passers-by hurried to the shops on both sides, trying to hide.
And the people in the red shirts didn't care, because their initial goal was Xu Zimo.
When all the people fled, only the dense red shirts were left in the entire street.
A large group of red shirts rushed from all around, and Xu Zimo was surrounded by three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside.
The leader is an old man wearing a big red robe with a vortex logo printed on his chest.
Although the old man is old, he is full of energy and glows red.
He has a pair of eagle eyes, hooked nose, and his eyes are extremely oppressive.
If there is nothing, Shengwei pervades from all over the body.
"Boy, hand over the key," the old man said in a low voice.
"If you don't pay, you won't let me go, why should you give it to you," Xu Zimo smiled.
"You gave the key, and I will allow you to join our Seven-Dread Church," the old leader thought a little.
Said: "I will only give you ten breaths to consider, or you will die if you don't pay."
"It seems that the God of Forever has underestimated you. He thinks you are hiding in the Ancient City, but he never expected that you have eroded a city area," Xu Zimo said.
"If you give some more time, I am afraid that the entire Vanguard City will be overturned by you."
"Boy, you guys from the ancient continent are nothing but frogs at the bottom of the well. I have never seen how big this world is,"
The leading old man said in a cold voice: "There are just a few kings, and not many people can achieve it in their lifetime.
But if we are the Seven Dreads, and we will return to the bishop in the future, all of you can have a promising future, so why not plan great events with us. "
"Forget it, your boss is dead here, and you, a little saint, dare to speak out what a frog at the bottom of the well," Xu Zimo shook his head and sneered.
The leading old man frowned, waving his right hand slightly, and said lightly, "Kill him."
Hearing the order, all the red shirts around the bee pupae killed Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo looked up and looked into the distance. At the end of the main street, in the empty square, was the end of the Xiandao site.
He walked towards the end of the street step by step, turning a blind eye to the crowds around him.
Loud roars and shouts rang all around.
Xu Zimo stepped forward step by step, and the majestic power around him began to condense.
Every time he took a step, his body strength increased a bit, and the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.
The wind rose and a vortex of aura condensed under Xu Zimo's feet.
The closer to Xu Zimo, the more powerful the person around him feels, and the movement is very slow.
I saw Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand, and dozens of people beside him flew out like this.
Walking forward, his gaze calmed down without any trace of fluctuation, and his body did not have any hesitation.
As he walked step by step, dozens of people flew out from time to time around.
But those people didn't even touch his clothes corner.
The explosions and screams of "Boom" rang one after another in the street, and the rare autumn sunlight shone in midair.
The golden light sprinkled on the ground and spilled on the fallen body ~ www.readwn.com ~ When Xu Zimo walked through this street, when the figure stood on the other side of the square, the back was already covered A corpse full of streets.
The ruins were broken, and the corpses piled up like a hill.
Right in front, the only one standing was the old man in the red robe.
Watching Xu Zimo step by step, in the midday sun, his forehead did not know when the sweat had oozed out.
With Xu Zimo's figure getting closer and closer, the old man seemed to be unable to bear the pressure.
The light red aura in his right hand was lingering, his right fist clenched, and he punched him directly at Xu Zimo.
In this right fist, Reiki rides the wind and waves, tearing the space in front of him, and faintly seeing what the red Reiki seems to be brewing.
Xu Zimo smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, holding the old man's right fist.
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