In the dark night, screams came one after another, and the powerful sects that were hidden deep were exposed, just to dig a piece of fat in this treasure-like Jiran City and get a share of the pie...

This is a great number of cultivators died innocently.

Even if it is a cultivator who is as striking as a god in the eyes of mortals, no matter how strong each cultivator is, as long as he is still a human, he cannot escape the entanglement of the word "profit".

Perfect Yan is a madman who is unique and unique. Throughout his life, he built this giant city where outsiders can only see the fur. Among them, there are countless treasures, peerless magic weapons and spiritual pills hidden.

Not to mention, this entire city is a huge treasure - a strange formation that attracts the energy of heaven and earth, and carves unpredictable forms of gods and ghosts, creating the Jiran City like a treasure land.

Jiran City has always not rejected other practitioners from practicing here. Therefore, for thousands of years, many practitioners have been hiding in this city. As long as they do not do anything that harms Jiran City, no one will care about it.

However, people are greedy, and those cultivators who have considered themselves noble and have been indifferent to the hidden sects for thousands of years deeply believe that only their sects that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years can be considered true cultivators. Even if it is Jiran City, it is just a treasure land in their eyes, just a treasure land.

For Jiran City, they only have greed and **. Their arrogance does not allow them to be envious, so how could they always be in other people's territory?

This powerful hidden sect will never give up the treasure land of Jiran City calmly.

No matter how comfortable the place is, it is not your own, and you will eventually have a knot in your heart; everyone wants to take good things for themselves.

The war in Jiran City has actually been a blowout that has been suppressed for thousands of years. The cultivators of the hidden sect can even say with righteousness: "It is the wish of our masters to seize Jiran City!"

This is indeed the case.

Under powerful strength, no matter how ugly a person is, he can still wear a cloak with an inexplicable glory, which is dazzling.

After the hidden sects cleared those "hidden dangers" - after the scattered cultivators, there must be more fierce fighting between them, and that is when they really compete for Jiran City.

The battle in Jiran City was particularly tragic, and the cultivators who were killed and injured were far away from the previous hundreds of years.

However, everything that was born in Jiran City has nothing to do with Zhang Zhifeng for the time being.

Because he is now in a very far place from Jiran City.

On the side of Jiran City, which is vast and looks like a great country, is the river of Donoda.

The waves are tumbling, the waves are splashing.

The wide river surface actually gives people the illusion of boundlessness, which shows the hugeness of this river.

Donoda is deserted, even on the edge of this big river.

Unlike the mysterious saint, Donoda's harsh natural conditions have also changed the river that can nourish the most. It is not a fertile soil for survival, but a water demon that will devour people at any time.

Donoda's strange geographical magnetic current made the river water tumbling up in an uncertain time, and huge waves rolled along the coast, devouring everything they encountered.

Although the river retreats, it will make the land fertile, but it will also be a lot of deadly things that have been hard-working for generations of pioneers but have not been able to study thoroughly.

In fact, in general, Donoda is not suitable for human survival. Now it has countless populations and huge cities. It is completely the accumulation of outstanding experts in the world of cultivation and generations of hard work.

There is an old saying in Donoda, "In the epic, only one kind of hero is praised, the real hero, they are the builders of every city."

There is another saying that "the glory of a hero is based on the peace and prosperity of the people in his city."

Over the past countless years, this statement has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Even experts like Perfect Yan Fengzi cannot avoid the vulgarity. Perhaps building their own city is the dream of all Donoda people throughout their lives.

This kind of dream is undoubtedly noble, even if it is contaminated with the colors of fame and fortune.

Of course, it is unique to build a city like Perfect Yan Fengzi to attract the covetousness of cultivators all over the world.

The huge river where Zhang Zhifeng is now is called the Evil Dragon River. This big river is like the evil dragon raging in the legend, sweeping it into sparsely populated areas, and it is named after it.

Jiran City is incredibly huge and protected by a large formation, so it can stand safely by the Evil Dragon River, and it is also the largest city away from this river. This shows Perfect Yan Fengzi's courage.

But except Jiran City, the rest of the cities are far away from this evil dragon river that runs through the entire **, and the reputation of the evil dragon river spreading far away can also be seen.

At this time, along the direction of the river flow, several tower boats were floating on the vast river surface of Jiran City, along the direction of the river flowing.

The strange light flashed on the hull, which was obviously the work of a cultivator. Of course, ordinary ships would never dare to go to the Evil Dragon River.

Seven smaller ships of the same shape guard the extremely tall and huge tower ships.

The boat in the middle is more than a hundred meters high and has thirty-three layers above and below. It is exquisitely bound and atmospheric. From the dragon pillars used for supporting it to the flying satin cloth, it has been carefully sacrificed by masters among the practitioners.

It can be seen how powerful the ship owner is.

The huge tower ship is divided into hundreds of rooms on each floor, and I don’t know who there are.

Zhang Zhifeng lay quietly in one of the rooms on the stairs. The room was decorated very elegantly, with calligraphy writings of all sizes hanging on the four walls.

Those words are powerful through the back of the paper, vigorous and powerful, and the pen tip is even more sharp. After long-term viewing, your eyes will feel as if you are stabbed by a knife.

Obviously, the person who wrote has mastered his skills and has melted his insights into his handwriting.

Zhang Zhifeng's soul is still in the index finger point, and he is trained and restored with the help of the finger spirit, and further improves his life.

“Cruff.”

A graceful figure pushed the door, slowly moved the lotus step, and arrived in front of Zhang Zhifeng's bed.

The veil covered her face, and as she lifted the black veil with her bare hands, she revealed a beautiful and shocking face.

It was Yan Momo.

At this time, she was holding a teacup in her hand. The white tea set in fine porcelain was so white that it was still not as bright as the luster of the plain white hands.

The beauty is as beautiful as jade, far better than this tea set.

She gently lifted the lid of the tea set, revealing one of the walnut-sized black pearls soaked in the red liquid.

Yan Momo gently pinched the big black pearl, and tears of pity appeared in her eyes. She seemed to hear the words of the master again in her ears, "Momo, you are in a state of unstable mood now, and your mood is fluctuating greatly. The battle in Jiran City is not suitable for you, otherwise you may fall into the devil's path. You, go back to Yingyueju. There are our Louyue ships on the Evil Dragon River, and there are thousands of ordinary **s from this sect left there. You take them back. Remember, on the way back to the sect, you have to pass through the territory of Wangjiang Tower, you have to deal with it carefully, but you are a master of the Holy Realm after all. I think that the main masters of Wangjiang Tower are also in Jiran City, and no one has the strength to cause trouble for you."

"After you return to the parcel, you can directly use the geomagnetic core furnace and seize your opportunities. The master believes in you."

The tears in Yan Momo's eyes finally slid out. She held her red lips and calmed down her mood.

Gently put the shiny black pearl on Zhang Zhifeng's forehead, pressed it lightly with a white finger, and his whole body of skills secretly circulated, chanting the mysterious spell, and gently rubbing the black pearl with his fingers.

A trace of skill wrapped the pearl, which dissolved into Zhang Zhifeng's forehead with a visible degree of naked eyes, making his forehead shiny.

Buzz buzz ~ A wonderful black wave trembled in the air. An incredible vitality suddenly appeared on Zhang Zhifeng's body. At this moment, Zhang Zhifeng's soul, who was in the finger hole, suddenly felt a huge attraction.

Zhang Zhifeng, who was reciting, was suddenly shocked, and quickly stabilized his soul and threw a trace of doubt at the finger spirit.

"Boy, that woman is trying to save you. Anyway, you have recovered almost now, so take advantage of the situation to go back. The soul of a person should still stay in his own ancestral orifice Purple Mansion. I have investigated. The only masters nearby are the only ones in front of you. Isn't it a saint? If you suddenly take action, as long as you stop her, this crisis will be overcome."

Zhang Zhifeng agreed to Zhiling's suggestion without hesitation. Then, under the cover of Zhiling, he rushed to the soul position, that is, the ancestral orifice purple mansion.

The shiny, obviously precious pearl is now only a small one left.

The tears in Yan Momo's eyes had already slipped down. Perhaps even she herself didn't understand why she felt so depressed. She felt an inexplicable sorrow in her heart. She used this treasure pearl that she usually cherished, but she didn't feel reluctant in her heart.

Suddenly, Yan Momo's whole body shook. She looked at Zhang Zhifeng in disbelief and suddenly stretched out the arm that was tightly stuck to her neck. After a moment of shock, a glory that Zhang Zhifeng couldn't see appeared in her eyes.

What is that? Is it surprise, joy, confusion, excitement, and incredible?

Zhang Zhifeng glanced at Yan Momo and was slightly stunned at her expression that did not match her guess. However, he did not say much, but held Yan Momo's neck rudely, carried her without any mercy, and walked outside the door.

As he walked up the lever, Zhang Zhifeng looked at the wide river outside, and was a little stunned for a moment. The feeling of surviving the disaster spreads throughout his body. The wind on the river was cool and whistling, turning into a fresh and comfortable feeling.

"Ah!~"

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but shout, and the sound rolled, spreading to the river.

"You, are you okay?"

A weak voice sounded in Zhang Zhifeng's ears. His eyes turned cold and he stared at Yan Momo without hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

Yan Momo smiled bitterly. Just as she was about to say something, the large guard ships that were relatively close but more than ten floors around the building ship caught fire at the same time. For a moment, the fire waves were surging, and countless people from Yingyue Sect shouted.

The entire fleet was in chaos, and the cultivators shouted at each other, using their power to suck up water from the river to extinguish the fire, but the effect was very little. The fire actually had a special spirit, burning wildly, and extremely vigorous.

It was already early morning and it was dawn.
Chapter completed!