Chapter 37 Red Sky City

As soon as the fat man died, a mysterious idea ingested Wu Pengwei's mind. This idea was integrated into the river of memory and turned into a martial arts mind.

"Swallowing blood is big. The "Infinite Secret Book" ranks 38th among the four thousand martial arts. It can devour each other's flesh and blood essence to improve one's cultivation. It is an extremely vicious skill.

"This martial art requires a lot of flesh and blood to be devoured. This fat man is cunning but very timid. It must be devouring the flesh and blood of martial arts slaves in the wilderness to practice. The advantage is that the risk is extremely small, and the disadvantage is that the progress is slow."

Wu Pengwei's mind is exquisite, and he can analyze the fat man's mind with just one skill.

On the ground, a purple cloth bag fell down. Wu Pengwei took a look and knew that it was the fat man's universe bag. This thing was expensive. The fat man could actually have it, which was also a way to accumulate wealth. Wu Pengwei only entered one of the strength and opened the bag easily.

The space in the bag is not large, only about ten square meters in size. Compared with Wu Pengwei's ten mu-sized universe bag, there are many, but the fat man's bags are actually piled up with a stack of silver tickets, all of which are commonly used in the "Red Sky City", with a full amount of 30,000 stars.

In addition to these things, there is also a pamphlet in the fat monk's bag, which records how many he killed these wilderness martial slaves, and how much star iron he collected. It turned out that the fat monk was really an abandoned disciple of the Maha Sect, chopping wood, but he did not pass the examination of the meritorious disciple later. The core was driven out, and then he was exiled near the "Red Sky City" and did the job of robbing martial arts slaves. One was to be able to practice martial arts, and the second was to collect star iron.

Therefore, there are also two introductory classics of Maha Sect in this cloth bag, "Qing Zheng Xin Fa" and "Fu Mo Chang Quan", which are ordinary, but better than the grandeur.

The escaped Wunu has more or less some star iron on his body. The fat monk's skills have not made much progress, but he has collected a lot of star iron. The 30,000 star money was exchanged by him with star iron, and the rest are hidden in his courtyard of "Red Sky City".

Wu Pengwei did not expect that he was running in the wilderness. Someone would send such a big gift. The soul fire ignited and burned the wreckage of the fat monk. Fortunately, the black cloth bag also had a clean underwear, a set of black monk robes and a brand made of raw iron.

This fat man may often squat in the wilderness, so that the clothes are fully brought, which is cheaper for others.

Wu Pengwei simply took off his clothes on the side of Danshui and put on clean underwear and monk's robes. The clothes looked a little fat, but he was elegant and beautiful. Although he was nondescript, he had a different temperament.

After dressing up neatly, Wu Pengwei removed the long ring made of purple-heart copper on his forehead. He used this long ring as a camouflage and worked with two martial artists with good strength in a row. The fat monk was fine. An abandoned disciple of Mahazong. As for the Yin Wujiu is a solid "Jingwei" level master, if there is no copper As a cover-up, I'm afraid there will be a fierce fight, and the victory or defeat is really unpredictable.

After entering the world of divine thoughts, he was used to all kinds of masters. Wu Pengwei's mind became more and more calm. Although he was proud, his arrogance had been completely restrained. For him, face was no longer important. Face and life and death, he only took the latter.

For Xiao Wei, he is destined to embark on a bloody thorny road.

Only by surviving can you have the qualification to pursue your dreams.

In the six realms of divine mind, living is an ultimate belief.

After taking off the copper ring, the soul fire is quenched, and the iron sheet is exhausted. In an instant, it becomes an extremely sharp short blade. The toughness of purple copper is undoubtedly shown at this moment. The human-shaped high mountain stone is not more powerful than cutting a thin piece of paper.

Wu Pengwei looked up and down and was very satisfied with his current dress. He identified the direction and went to the southwest. It is said that "Red Sky City", one of the 580 cities of Mahazong, is in this direction.

All the way south, on the distant horizon, a wisp of red light gradually flashed, and a crimson magnificent city appeared at the end of Wu Pengwei's sight.

"Okay, finally someone is smoking."

Most of the stars in the six realms of Shen Nian are divided into cities. Each city represents a force. These forces will submit to one of the eight sects that rule the stars, but in their respective cities, they are princes.

This red city is vast, a whole million miles away. Just a city is worth the area of half of the continent in the past.

The red city stands on the empty and barren wilderness, like an ancient beast.

Wu Pengwei flew away, and a fat black monk's robe hunted in the wind.

"Oh, there is a monk in front of me." The warriors stationed at the gate are a hundred and ten "heavenly soldiers" warriors. The armor and feathers are clear, and the first person has excellent eyesight. Wu Pengwei's figure can be seen at a kilometer.

"The city wall is ready to wear the crossbow, and everyone is in formation. Be careful."

The leader shouted and drew his sword out. These hundred and ten "temperal soldiers" immediately gathered into a gossip-like formation, and their whole body was alert. The spirits of these people were condensed in one place, and the light rose to the sky, and a huge ferocious white tiger light and shadow appeared faintly.

As for the wall, nearly ten dark arrows with the thickness of their arms protrude out, aiming at Wu Pengwei without exception.

Wu Pengwei's heart moved. At that moment, he raised the fat monk's rune high above his head and shouted, "I am an ascetic practitioner of Maha Sect. Please let the soldiers go."

When the first man saw the rune cast of raw iron, he immediately changed his face and waved to the men behind him and shouted, "Come on, put away your weapons. It's the substitute practitioner of Maha Sect. Come on, open the gate."

The gate opened slowly, and a group of soldiers stood respectfully on both sides with knives in their hands.

"Please invite the practitioners of Maha Sect to enter the city."

The leading martial artist held his fist and shouted, and the soldiers behind him shouted together.

In Maha Star, the disciples of Maha Buddha Sect have a very high status. All disciples of Maha Buddha Sect are afraid that they are the weakest servants, far more noble than the scattered cultivation in these small cities.

Entering the gate, the view is wide.

The city is bustling with people, and the road is flat and wide, just like a river, which is enough to accommodate a hundred horses to go hand in hand. The courage of the ancient city suddenly appeared at this moment. The streets are even more lively, gathering all kinds of people. The arrival of Wu Pengwei did not attract the attention of these people at all, just like a drop. The water flows into the sea without a trace of waves.

And at the end of the road, far away, there is a red palace. The palace is shaped like a flame, like a giant beast. It is the palace of the red flame, the owner of the city. This palace is as red as rumors from the outside world. It exudes a violent atmosphere.

The palace of a "God's Servant" peak master.

Wu Pengwei's eyelids jumped down. He vaguely felt that the palace was like a tangible thing peeping at him. He quickly lowered his head and then found a direction and integrated into the sea of people.

A hundred miles away, in the depths of the red palace, above a huge red flame crystal with a house, there is a giant with a naked upper body. His hair pores are not red, his face is square, and his face is wild, more like a human-shaped flame.

"Father, people from Maha Sect have entered the city."

In the hall of the carved column, a great man in a red robe is standing in the center of the hall. He is magnificent, with a red-haired shawl, like a sheathed sword, with bright eyes and electric burning. At his feet is a strange huge red rune, centered on the rune, all over the hall. There are dense red and black lines everywhere.

This red-haired young man seems to be the core of this hall, and the momentum is no less than the red-haired giant standing on the red flame crystal at the end of the hall.

The two are both father and son, but also like opponents.

"You're wrong, son. He is not a man of Maha Sect. He is just a little guy who wears a monk's robe and happens to have the token of Maha Sect." The red-haired giant opened his mouth, and the momentum in the hall changed, and the huge aura once again gained the upper hand.

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows, and there was a sharp spirit on his body, like thunder and lightning. He seemed to regain his aura, but he said, "Father, who dares to have such a big courage to pretend to be a disciple of Maha Sect. Once it is known, the Maha Star is billions of miles away, and there is no other place to live."

The red-haired giant smiled, and a terrible and hot breath suddenly enveloped the hall, burning like fire, and the sharpness of the young man suddenly dissipated.

There is a fiery atmosphere in the hall.

"Red Sword, after all, you still lack the heat. Whether you look at people or martial arts, go down and send someone to stare at this guy. Don't startle the snake." The giant waved his hand, as if to show the defeat of the other party.

The young man's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then he was radiant. He answered and turned his head and stepped away.

Wherever it passed, the heat wave was separated, as if it had been split by an invisible sword.

It was not until the young man came out of the hall that the red-haired giant opened his eyes and sighed.

"My good son has reached the primary realm of 'divine servant' at the age of 60. In time, you have never been able to become a 'star handsome'. However, now you are too sharp. What you need is to refine and wait. Only by entering the eight sects can you become the real favorite son of heaven. Before that, let Father, do my best to suppress your edge again.

The giant closed his eyes again, and the hall suddenly faded. All the heat converated and was reversed into the giant's mouth.

It is dark and floods the whole space like a tide.

In the city, Wu Pengwei stood in front of a street and was worried. It was not that he lost the direction of the road, but that there were two factions of people in front of him, staring at each other, scolding and accusing, spitting, and it was a fight.

So Wu Pengwei hesitated whether to support the two factions before passing through or waiting for them to cross.

The courtyard of the fat monk is within easy reach, but unfortunately, this is the only way to access.

Before he made a decision, suddenly a very familiar voice sounded among the two factions.

"Ma San, your little bastard raised by your stepmother can use a little trick to reach the level of 'Jingwei', so you come to compete with your 'Ninth Master'. Can you die?"

The sound is crisp and pleasant, simply sparse, like the sound of a clear sound when the jade ring collides.

"Is it her?" Wu Pengwei's heart moved.