"It's best to be able to see all this!" Lan Biyao's beautiful eyes flashed, and her favor for Xuanyuan Hao increased a little more. She continued: "In this way, you can also avoid a catastrophe!"

Previously, Xuanyuan Hao and others said that they were from Wushuang Jiuzhou.

Lan Biyao has also heard of this unparalleled Jiuzhou. It is just a particle world, and its highest cultivation level is just a titled Human Emperor. How strong can people who come from the particle world be?

Moreover, she also clearly felt the aura of Xuanyuan Hao and his group. At most, they were the Emperor of Flawlessness. Among the three, one of them had just entered the realm of the Emperor of Humanity. If she was really lucky in the Holy Trace, she would definitely die without a complete body.

"What does this mean?" Xiao Qi looked at Lan Biyao and asked.

"Did you see these people who keep entering the city?" Lan Biyao did not respond from the front. Xuanyuan Hao and others looked back. There were countless people under the city gate, and most of them were above Nirvana.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Hao felt a little upset: "You mean, these people are all coming for this hurt city?"

"That's right!" Lan Biyao nodded, glanced at the vast people, and continued: "In recent days, the death bell of the city of Wucheng has sounded. This bell has alarmed all the people of the aristocratic families around Wucheng. Although every time the death bell rings, Wucheng will be like a mountain, but people's hearts are always greedy, and they want to hold the death bell and open the underground gate of Wucheng!"

"Death knell!" Xuanyuan Hao asked, "Is this what Han Shuxue left behind during his lifetime?"

"good!"

Lan Biyao's beautiful eyes fell on Xuanyuan Hao, and his voice lowered a little: "After Han Shangxue cast the city, he used his soul to sacrifice the bell. The death bell rings like Han Shangxue crying in the city, but there is also a heritage. The reason why Han Shangxue sacrifices the bell with his soul to cast the city with his body is to wait for a trustworthy person to take his death to the divine realm and inform Qiong Yao, but this is a rumor that is not enough to believe it. Anyway, no one can control the death knives in history, and there are countless deaths under the death knives!"

Lan Biyao continued: "The death knell, the heaven and earth weep, and the tears transformed into snow, covering the city with hurt. Over the years, I have never heard of the snow of the city. It is like Han Shuxue's love, which has moved the heavens!"

"Human hearts are always greedy!" Xuanyuan Hao whispered.

"Sacred traces, who is not greedy?" Mo Xuan spoke more straightforwardly. He said, "Although there are many saints in the Qingxuan Holy Realm, I think there are only a handful of saints in this western land. Therefore, there is a saint here, which will inevitably cause a sensation and attract people from all walks of life here, intending to inherit the remains of Han Shunxue!"

"Yes, the land in the West is the most remote place in the Qingxuan Holy Realm. There are only a handful of saints. Otherwise, Han Shunxue would not have brought Qiong Yao to seclusion. It's a pity that the Lord of Qingxuan Domain is too powerful. As long as he is in the Qingxuan Holy Realm, no one can escape his ears and ears!" Lan Biyao looked at the word "Sad City" on the city tower, and felt a little sad.

Xuanyuan Hao's eyes also looked over, and he sacrificed his soul to the bell and cast the city with his body. What is the love of time?

Then, Xuanyuan Hao sighed: "If you have the chance, you will bring the news of Han Shuxue's death to Qiong Yao, and fulfill his wish!"

As soon as this said, Lan Biyao's beautiful eyes showed a strange feeling, and then she smiled softly: "I won't talk about these things anymore. Since I'm here, why not go into the city to see it!"

"That's the point!" Xuanyuan Hao nodded. He was not very interested in the saint ruins, but after knowing Han Shangxue's past, he couldn't help but feel curious. He also wanted to see what the death knell was.

Soon, Xuanyuan Hao and his group followed the crowd and entered the ancient city. After that, they felt inexplicably sad, as if they were infected by the injured city.

The void continues to fall, and the city is covered with snow, which is quite beautiful.

However, no one who enters the wounded city is in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"Can this city confuse people's minds?" Xuanyuan Hao whispered.

"It depends on whoever is not a person with seven emotions and six desires, so he will naturally not feel touched!" Lan Biyao said as she walked: "But how many people are there in the world who cut off the seven emotions and destroy the six desires?"

"That's right!" Xuanyuan Hao nodded slightly, but there are also such people, but there are only a few.

Soon, under the leadership of Lan Biyao, he arrived at the entrance of a restaurant in the city of Shaocheng. Although the decoration of this restaurant is average, the name of the restaurant is eye-catching.

"Wangqing Tower!"

Xiao Qi looked up at the plaque and said lightly: "The name of this restaurant is very strange. Can a glass of wine really forget your love?"

"Of course not!" Lan Biyao shook her head, carried her lotus step into the restaurant, and spoke, "The reason why she named Wangqinglou is that the wine here is very special. Just drink a glass, you can temporarily control the seven emotions and six desires and not be infected by the sad mood of the city. Therefore, the name of this restaurant is named Wangqinglou!"

"So that's it!" Xuanyuan Hao, Mo Xuan and the other four nodded slightly, raised their feet upstairs, followed Lan Biyao, and saw many young people sitting upright in the restaurant, with a mahogany round table placed in the middle.

Obviously, a banquet was set up and waiting for someone to come.

If you look from the restaurant and through the window, you can see the whole picture of the wounded city.

The snow-covered city naturally has a unique flavor when viewed from the upstairs.

"Biyao, you are here!" At this time, a young man with outstanding temperament came from the front, attracting many things. When they saw this young man, they exclaimed slightly, Zhu Qiong, the son of Zhu Tiancheng City Lord.

Zhu Qiong is also a famous genius in this area, and he is also the son of the lord of Zhu Tian City. This weight among all people is definitely a person from the upper class.

Soon, many people looked at Lan Biyao, Xuanyuan Hao, Mo Xuan and his group.

They almost all knew Lan Biyao.

As for Xuanyuan Hao and others, they are naturally very unfamiliar.

"What are these?" After looking at Xuanyuan Hao and others beside Zhu Qiong, Lan Biyao said, "There are a few friends I just met on the road!"

"So that's how it is!" After Zhu Qiong smiled happily, he saw Xuanyuan Hao and his group vaguely headed by Xuanyuan Hao, so he clasped his fists at Xuanyuan Hao and others and said, "I'm thinking about Zhu Qiong in Zhutian City!"

Registering, not reporting his identity, shows that Zhu Qiong is also a rather humble person, which is somewhat inconsistent with his name.

"Xuanyuan Hao!" Xuanyuan Hao also folded his fists and replied: "The three people next to me are all my brothers!"

"Since you and Bi Yao are here, they are all friends, please!" After that, Zhu Qiong took them to the hall. For a moment, Xuanyuan Hao gathered a lot of eyes, some strange, some strange, and of course, some sharpness.
Chapter completed!