Xiao Yulou said these Chen Jing are not unthinkable, and he also thought that this matter must be related to Jiang Liuyun.

  "This trip has been a close call, how can we just slink away like this? Moreover, we don't even know the way back." Xiang Yu Lou said with a sigh.

  Chen Jing suddenly discovered that convincing others is actually very easy as long as you grasp the key to the problem and understand what's on their mind. After Xiao Yulou finished speaking, he didn't even have a reason to refuse. Wu Meng burst out laughing, saying that Xiao Yulou had gotten used to his temper.

  Yu Ling did not make a sound, and the Wu Shan goddess had not spoken until now. She only nodded at Chen Jing when they were climbing up the cliff wall. From start to finish, there was a faint sadness on her face. Although she didn't express her opinion, it was clear that she agreed with what they said earlier as she walked with them.

  Rather than saying it's an analysis, it would be better to say that it's a presentation for Chen Jing to listen to, and then wait for Chen Jing to make a choice.

  Chen Jing also looked at the distant horizon, wondering what the city guardian was going to do.

  "Ye Qingxue is my senior sister, with her magical powers and spells, she definitely won't be in trouble. Now that I don't see her, it's probably because they're together in the same city, so I naturally want to go take a look." As he said this, he looked at the folding fan in Xiao Yulou's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly, and with his current half-bald appearance, he actually had an air of ferocity about him. He continued, "Besides, my senior sister's portrait isn't something that just anyone can paint."

  A thread of murderous aura suddenly emanated from Chen Jing's body, pure and icy.

  Xu Ling took a step back, and the big red shrimp raised the wolf-tooth club in his hand. Wu Meng stared tightly at the sword at Chen Jing's waist, and Xiao Yulou's hand shaking the folding fan stopped suddenly, and the confident smile on her face froze.

  No one knew what he was feeling at this moment, not even himself dared to believe that Chen Jing had changed so much. Even though he had just witnessed Chen Jing's swift killing of the black cavalry, he was still deeply shocked in his heart. In his mind, Chen Jing was like a completely different person now. The kind of murderous aura that pierced through his soul made him feel as if he were facing an army of ten thousand black armored soldiers.

  It's not that Chen Jing has changed a lot, but rather most people haven't seen what he was like when he left the river domain. Compared to Xiao Yulou, Chen Jing's magical powers within the river domain were slightly weaker, and his understanding of momentum was also somewhat inferior. However, outside the river domain, Chen Jing's magical powers were actually stronger than Xiao Yulou's, and his swordsmanship had also made a huge breakthrough.

  Outsiders couldn't see the shock in Xiao Yu's heart, but they could sense that faint killing intent. Then, they heard Xiao Yu's dry laughter and saw the folding fan in his hand suddenly turn to dust and scatter into the air.

  Dark winds dispersed the faint killing intent on the cliff wall.

  Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, forming the three realms. It is also said that this heaven and earth have six paths of reincarnation, but no one knows what they look like, nor is it clear which six paths they are.

  Dark sky, dark and mysterious mountains, black fog.

  Lifeless, monotonous, desolate, devoid of vitality.

  A black carriage was running silently, with a man in black brocade sitting on it. Four horses without vitality, their hooves seemed to be burning with black flames. Under the flying of four hooves, they were rushing forward at high speed, but quietly and soundlessly.

  In front of and behind the horse-drawn carriage were about a thousand dark troops, with black guns, silent and icy.

  There were also several people following in front of and behind the carriage. If Chen Jing were here, he would naturally recognize that these were the three small City Gods and Qin Hu from the Cheng Huang Fu. Another small City God was trampled to death by the rear million cavalry when blocking the initial hundred cavalry.

  Apart from a few small town officials, there were two others, one an old man with white hair and a staff, the other a middle-aged man who always squinted. They were the two who had been in charge of mourning for Chen Jing at the town hall.

  Apart from this, all the gods in the entire Ba Ling territory have disappeared, and Jiang Liu Yun and that group of cultivators are also nowhere to be seen.

  Suddenly, a voice came from the front: "Report to Lord Qin, three hundred black cavalry have appeared ahead."

  "Rush over."

  As they spoke, a group of black-armored cavalrymen suddenly appeared in front of them.

  The black smoke on the bodies of these armored soldiers merged together, without any special movement, as if they had not seen the black armored cavalry rushing forward in front of them. From the sky, the three hundred black armored cavalry looked like a burning flame, rolling wildly with the wind, as if even the air was burning, and charging straight at that group of dark soldiers surrounding the horse-drawn carriage. But just as they approached, the same black smoke rose from the bodies of those black armored dark soldiers. The thick smoke engulfed everything, seemingly able to suffocate all life that entered it.

  Three hundred black armored cavalry charged in, but like a stone sinking into the ocean, only startled a vast expanse of dark smoke. Just a moment later, the dark smoke disappeared, revealing again the vanguard and chariots. If someone had carefully counted the number of vanguard troops, they would have found that there were more than a dozen fewer.

  Everything is as if nothing had happened, black armor and dark troops, black horses, black carriages, black robes like the city walls of a dark emperor, walking in a straight line in the gloomy sky.

  All along the way, there were black armored cavalry blocking the way, but each time the number was not many, and each time it would make the yinbing fewer.

  There is no sun in the sky, and there is no distinction between day and night.

  The city wall had finally stopped in front of them, with a thousand or so dark soldiers. Ahead of them appeared a city, a gloomy and lifeless black city.

  This castle is towering high in the gloomy sky, standing for who knows how many years, leaving mottled marks in the wind. Upon closer inspection, there are many cracks on the wall, one of which is particularly deep, as if the castle had been split open by a sword.

  Qin Hu was beside the city wall carriage, shocked in his heart. He finally knew the target of his uncle's trip this time. It was here, "Qin Guang Wang City". Of course, he knew that his uncle wasn't there to quell any unrest, but even he didn't know the true purpose. He only knew it had something to do with Jiang Liu Yun. He didn't know what origin this Qin Guang Wang City had. Looking at Qin Yang, he only saw a calm and expressionless face, without any possibility of explanation.

  Qin Cheng stood at a distance from the city on a hillside, watching but not advancing, silently waiting for something.

  The sky is overcast, the heavens are invisible, and the ground is dark and gloomy, like earth but not quite like earth, as if yin energy has congealed. Looking around, this space contains mountains and rivers. Unlike the mortal realm, there are no people here, and the overall color of this space is somber.

  Chen Jing and others followed the faint breath, chasing after the city wall and moving forward. Many days later, Chen Jing and his party did not see the city wall, but saw a similar city. On the gate of the city, there were two words "Qin Guang". In their hearts, they thought that if their guess was correct, this city should be the Qin Guang Wang Temple mentioned by the City God in the City God's Mansion.

  Chen Jing had never thought that there would be such a city in the world, where Yin Cao's underworld was not under the heavenly court. It could even be said to be more terrifying, but even Chen Jing, this god, felt extremely distant from himself, and now it appeared so real and substantial in front of him, suddenly having a strong sense of shock.

  Looking at the cracks on the city wall, it seems that there is still a bloody smell and the aura of war from millions of years ago.

  "This city can calm all living things and settle the cycles of heaven." Chen Jing gazed quietly at this city, with such thoughts surging in her heart.

  Everyone just looked on, and no one said a word.

  Chen Jing couldn't imagine what kind of person could cleave a city in two like this. He suddenly remembered the rock that Yin Huai Rou had used for her sacrifice all those years ago. The murderous aura on that rock was only matched by the murderous aura on the sword that had fallen from the sky.

  What happened back then? What was the world like a thousand years ago?

  It must be a gathering of extraordinary people, with numerous characters competing on the grand road, chaotic yet magnificent.

  Chen Jing gazed at the sword marks on Qin Guang City, as if he saw the great war of millions of years ago. Suddenly, a surge of hot blood rose in his heart. At the same time, an idea emerged: "If I were born in that era, would there be a Chen Jing among those proud figures competing for the Heavenly Dao?" As soon as this thought arose, it spread rapidly, and a chaotic scene seemed to emerge before his eyes. Those legendary figures appeared one by one, waving their hands and causing the heavens to lose color, with stars shifting and constellations changing.

  Others were also stunned, one by one, and didn't expect to really arrive at the legendary Yinsi Wangfu's tenth hall, Qin Guangwang Hall. Before they could regain their composure, the quiet and lifeless Qin Guang City suddenly opened its city gate without a sound.

  Chen Jing looked up at the city gate, and as he gazed inward, he couldn't see anything except darkness. A chill aura spread out from within the city. The dark interior of the city seemed to be hiding a ferocious ancient beast in ambush.

  For a moment, everyone in their hearts had a feeling of independence from the darkness, facing a ferocious beast that chose its prey, with an unconscious rapid breathing.

  Suddenly, Chen Jing saw someone crawling out of the darkness. Before that person had fully emerged from the darkness, another figure wrapped in a blood-stained white robe stumbled out. Following closely behind was a person with disheveled black hair and wearing a black cloak who slowly walked out.

  Chen Jing was filled with doubts, but before he could react, more than a dozen ghostly figures emerged from the city, their attire varied and constantly increasing in number, forming an endless stream.

  "What...what's going on?" Wu Meng looked at the various people rushing out of Qin Guang Wang City, asking in shock and confusion.

  Chen Jing couldn't give him an answer and was equally perplexed. But then, the ghostly spirit said: "Today is the Ghost Festival, and the vengeful spirits in hell have one day of freedom."

  "What's with the Ghost Festival? We came in here on the 15th of July, which is the Ghost Festival, and it's been so long since then. Why is it still the Ghost Festival?" Wu Meng asked, and everyone else was equally puzzled, listening quietly.

  "The underworld and the mortal world have different time flows, one day in the mortal world is equivalent to a year in the underworld. Even if we spend a year here, it's only a single day in the mortal world." Yu Ling said, not only was Chen Jing Yi surprised, but others were also shocked, they had never heard of this before, that one day in the mortal world was equal to a year in the underworld. They couldn't help but look at each other with strange eyes, none of them knew about this, yet Yu Ling, a mere spirit, did.

  Suddenly, on the other side of the city, a piece of red cloud burst into the sky, and the five-colored light in the red cloud illuminated a piece of the sky, directly falling towards Qin Guangwang City. Then there was another flash of electric sparks that flashed by and disappeared into the dark city. Next, several figures were seen flashing by, disappearing into the city. Chen Jing saw it, and with one glance at the red cloud and electric sparks, he knew it was Jiang Liuyun and Ye Qingshuang.

  Immediately afterwards, in another direction of the city, a horse-drawn carriage rushed into the dark city under the escort of nearly a thousand yin soldiers from high altitude.

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