Life, separation and death are so insignificant on this wall that not even dust can stir it up.
Even the silver armored guards didn't look at the seemingly touching scene between Yan Xing and Lan. They all frowned and looked gloomy. They had something more worrying to say.
"Very strange."
"Why is this repair so difficult? The loss of city slaves is much greater than before. If this continues..."
The silver-armored guard at the front looked around and all he saw were screaming and writhing city slaves. Few of them were intact, and among them was a half-grown child.
"Come here, kid, you can all come down."
Yan Xing's eyes darkened when he heard the voice, and he didn't resist. He obediently took the golden talisman and tapped his chest. In an instant, a light film adhered to the surface of his skin.
'Is this the extraordinary power of this world? This is magnificent!'
A warmth flows through the limbs and bones, and the mind suddenly feels at peace, and a great sense of security arises, as if I were now invincible and unharmed.
Yan Xing wasn't too taken in by this magical power. He walked towards the edge of the wall and looked at the red mist nearby.
Risk your life and survive!
According to Uncle Lan's plan, he had to walk into the fog today no matter what in order to escape from the current situation.
Without hesitation, Yan Xing slightly bent his legs and was about to jump.
Call--
The wind and snow howled, and Yan Xing's figure suddenly froze, unable to move, and an uncertain and strange wave passed by.
Yes! ?
Seeing that freedom was so close at hand, Yan Xing's expression changed slightly and he looked around with only his eyes that could move.
It wasn't just him who was frozen in place, the strong man next to him, those powerful silver armored guards, and even the goose feather snowflakes that had fallen from the sky were frozen in the air.
Even! !
The flying snow rolled back, and the endless snowflakes quickly gathered, as if they were squeezed into a ladder by a huge hand in the void. The white snow ladder stretched into the sky and to the end of the line of sight.
Ta-ta...
There was a figure walking on the snow, and it only took a few minutes for it to change from a blurry state to a clear state, and the speed was frighteningly fast.
Four women in red skirts, their faces covered with white gauze, were working together to move a magnificent carriage, and a reclining figure could be vaguely seen inside.
What caught Yan Xing's eye wasn't these, but the white-browed old man on the side of the carriage. This old man was actually stepping on space as he walked.
Flying in the void! ?
Such a being can no longer be called a human being, can it?
Yan Xing's heart tightened and he secretly sighed. It was true that misfortunes never come alone. The appearance of this group would undoubtedly affect the execution of his escape plan.
Wow!
When a group of people walked down the stairs and landed on the city wall, the strange feeling of stagnation instantly dissipated, everyone was able to move, and the goose feathers and snowflakes also drifted down.
Bang bang bang!
The silver-armored guards knelt in large groups, their heads touching the ground, and shouted in unison.
"This slave has met all the immortal leaders of the Sacred Palace!"
Yan Xing rolled his eyes. He didn't always have the habit of kneeling down, he quickly revealed his crazy look as if he was scared and stood still.
"All of you, get up."
"We are heading into the mists, and we need a group of city slaves to lead us. Your city lord has been informed of this. Go ahead and summon a thousand men."
A slightly feminine voice came from the car, calm but carrying an irresistible majesty that could not be ignored.
"söz!"
In the face of arrogant silver armored guards like Yan Xing and the others, they didn't even dare to fart when they heard the words.
Yan Xing was still acting like an idiot, his clothes were soaked with haha and no one paid any attention to him.
As expected, the background of this "Sacred Palace" is not small, and the Silver Armor 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 voice came from the car again and then disappeared. The white-browed old man next to him nodded slightly and walked towards the fog first.
Wow...
The red mist continued to roll as if there was an invisible force pushing it, and a large hole appeared in front of the old man.
"Within 30 meters, me, Ke Baoer, and the others are fine. If you go outside this range, haha, you will be responsible for your own life and death."
After saying this, the old man looked at the many ragged city slaves with indifferent eyes and issued an extremely oppressive silent warning.
"Decipher the slave marks."
"söz!"
Hearing this, a silver-armored guard immediately took out a bronze plate with runes engraved on it from his arms, drew it with his fingers, and then a black energy ball flew out from there, turning into a distorted ghost in the void, roaring and disappearing.
"Ah-"
All of the city slaves let out a groan of pain, and a talisman broke in the depths of their eyes. When Yan Xing saw this, he did the same and deliberately bit the corner of his mouth, letting out some blood.
This is also why the city slaves can't resist, and Yan Xing is a baby who suddenly appeared in the city's slave camp. He was taken in and raised by Lan. list, so he was not planted with the slave mark.
If you want to escape from this ghost place, the slave seal is a natural cliff that cannot be crossed, and Yan Xing was born to meet this condition. Therefore, Lan and the others have high hopes for them, and they tried their best to prepare today's plan.
But now the emergence of the "Sacred Palace"...
I hope everything goes well. Yan Xing can't let Uncle Lan and the others' dedication go to waste, he can't die here without taking a good look at this magical world.
"Trigger!"
The old man and his party stepped into the mist, and the thousands of city slaves didn't even need the silver armored guards to hold them back. They also seemed to quickly understand the terror of the old man and his majesty. The so-called slave crossed the sign.
Yan Xing lowered his eyebrows and silently mingled with the crowd. With his slender body, his existence was currently lower than dust. Of course, this was what he wanted.
When we stepped outside the city wall, there was a force that lifted everyone up, falling lightly like a feather.
Yan Xing silently estimated that it took half an hour for his feet to touch 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 ten high to barely compare to it.
It is truly a strange world where such material resources and extraordinary power exist.
Yan Xing suppressed his excitement and looked around vaguely. He didn't have time to think about it now. The most important thing was to take out the things Uncle Lan had left him.
Unfortunately, Uncle Lan and the others spent their flesh and blood to plant something on the city wall, but now they had lost their influence, with the help of the white-browed old man, he skipped the most difficult step and came directly to the castle ground.
What the white-browed old man said was indeed true.
The terrifying red fog was expelled by an invisible force, forming a hemispherical hole with a radius of thirty meters. Everyone was standing inside it, no different from being behind the city wall.
Although the fog was thick outside, light could not penetrate the fog. It should have been completely dark here, but the old man took out a pure white stone the size of his fist and instantly emitted light, illuminating the empty space of the hemisphere.
Crisp! Click!
There was a strange feeling under his feet, Yan Xing lowered his eyes and saw that the only thing he could see was endless white bones piled up like mountains, with many empty eye holes on their heads, looking directly at him as if they were crying over their miserable experiences.
Human life is like grass!
Yan Xing remained silent and subconsciously clenched his hands. The cruel side of this world was bloody and displayed in front of him.
"To follow!"
The white-browed old man thought for a moment, as if trying to figure out the direction, then shouted in a low voice and quickened his steps. Thousands of city slaves did not dare to stop, and all ran closely behind him.
This is not a joke, if the speed is slow, it will be immediately swallowed by the fog as soon as it comes out of the hole in the hemisphere.
These city slaves are all strong men, their bodies are polished, their physical strength and endurance are not weak, and it is not difficult to keep up. But Yan Xing's small body, I don't know if he is really miserable, so weak that he gradually fell to the end of the team.
'My son, it is your destiny to leave this hell in the future. The techniques we practice, the bloody food and drugs we consume, all come at the cost of overusing your life potential. You cannot depend on them.'
'The world outside is so big, so big, you deserve better...'
Thinking of Uncle Lan's sincere teachings, Yan Xing looked at his skinny body and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Is this it?
Yan Xing gathered his thoughts, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, and checking the terrain map he had memorized over and over again. The speed of his feet naturally slowed down a bit.
You can't go wrong, this is it!
A few dozen meters away, a depression suddenly appeared. On one side of the depression, in the middle of the tree, lay a dilapidated stone tablet with random signs carved on it.
This seemingly meaningless sign was actually something Uncle Lan had punished him severely for several times and wanted him to remember since he was a child.
Yan Xing's eyes flickered slightly, and he silently adjusted his route. Right now, his luck was undoubtedly excellent. The position of the stone tablet was right at the edge of the hemispherical hole.
Although he could temporarily escape from the hemispherical space without the golden talisman on his body being destroyed, doing so would undoubtedly attract the attention of the "Sacred Palace" and its entourage.
Bang! !
Yan Xing seemed to unconsciously step heavily on the stone tablet, then naturally bent down and picked up a smooth leg bone from under the stone tablet. It was very heavy, and he didn't know what kind of creature it came from.
Search! Error!
He weighed the leg bone with his hand, shook it hard a few times and created a commotion, then nodded in satisfaction and ran, muttering under his breath, and immediately followed the large army.
"There are many dangers in the fog, many terrors and strange things. It is better to have something to defend yourself with than to use your bare hands..."
Yan Xing's behavior is no exception. There are many city slaves who think the same way as him, and they all find something suitable.
After all, no one is stupid. The bigwigs in the "Sacred Palace" couldn't possibly bother taking these humble city slaves along just for fun, could they? There must be some terrible danger waiting for everyone.
Yan Xing was very pleased with his acting skills. He thought that no one would notice his small movements. It was just a skeleton that could be seen everywhere.
He didn't know that his eyes had flickered for a moment as he picked up the leg bone of the white-browed old man walking in front.
'Haha, funny little guy.'
Yan Xing's understanding of the extraordinary power in this world is still very shallow.
The white-browed old man is a powerful man who has shed his mortal body and opened his "life force field"!