Chapter 52 The undercurrent

The sky of the City of Death is shrouded in a dark and dull atmosphere all year round, and people dare to go under the suppressed dark clouds. There is a faint bloody smell. The traces of the years on the wall can no longer explain how many years this huge city has stood on the earth.

In the city of death, there are battles every moment, and life and death are the main style of death. However, in the city of death, there seems to be a pair of invisible hands in the dark, dominating all this.

Since the ruffian figure with a smile on his face entered the City of Death a few months ago, the huge and appalling sword has gradually begun to spread in the City of Death. It has almost become a nightmare in most people's hearts, like the call of Death, but it is stained with that The huge blade also means the arrival of death.

Shen Zhiwu carried the eye-catching and extremely swaying giant sword on his shoulder and wandered among death. Since successfully stepping into the power level in a life-and-death battle, Shen Zhiwu finally has the qualification to walk in the city of death.

However, as he stayed in the city of death more and more, Shen Zhiwu felt a deep chill from the depths of his soul. He always felt that his every move was seen by a pair of huge eyes, and all his secrets were hidden in these obscure and imperceptible eyes. Shen Zhiwu always has an illusion that even when he boos, he is exposed to the vision of those eyes.

Whenever this creepy feeling appeared in Shen Zhiwu's heart, he couldn't help cursing, and then cut off two heads.

With the increasing number of people killed by Shen Zhiwu, the power and enemies he offended have also increased exponentially, so that today's Shen Zhiwu does not need to look for people's head at all. He only needs to gently expose his whereabouts. Naturally, there will be many desperate guys who will obediently come as a spar and send him at the same time. A human head.

However, Shen Zhiwu's method at this moment is undoubtedly playing with fire. After all, there are too many people who can kill Shen Zhiwu in the city of death. If he is not careful, Shen Zhiwu will definitely die.

This is the cruelty in the city of death. People kill for the desire in their hearts. The air is full of desire everywhere. Desire comes from food, status, power, beauty... and freedom. Too many desires haunt human beings, and in the city of death, the psychology of this desire has been magnified countless times. Double.

It has been more than a few months since he entered the City of Death. During this period, Shen Zhiwu often saw that in any extremely dirty corner, there are a pair or two pairs of men and women doing the thing of reproduction, and these days, there have been many women trying to seduce Shen Zhiwu for their purpose, or just for a momentary desire. Or for Shen Zhiwu's head, but no matter what the purpose of these women is, without exception, they have become the soul under the sword of the giant sword on Shen Zhiwu's shoulder.

In Shen Zhiwu's words, he explained: "It's better to be reborn as a real beast earlier than to live like a beast, which is more competent."

For countless years, the City of Death has been shrouded in a mysterious veil, but no one has unveiled the veil of the City of Death, and no one has been able to uncover it. It has always been synonymous with death, blood and power.

Just when Shen Zhiwu was struggling in the City of Death to survive, in the distant border of the Yongyuan Empire, the battle between the two armies of the Yongyuan Empire and the Wind Empire was in full smelt, and countless soldiers fell on the battlefield of a foreign country, and blood flowed all over the earth, even if The number of people dying is increasing, but the heolent shouting of killing does not stop at all.

At the time when the battle was most intense, the dark sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder between the dark clouds, and the terrible thunder filled the sky and the earth, and light blue electric snakes swam among the dark clouds.

Cracking——

The crisp and violent thunder and lightning shocked everyone's minds. Just as everyone was surprised by this sudden lightning, the voice of a young man suddenly returned to heaven and earth: "Thunder!"

As soon as the four words fell, the world suddenly changed color. The dark clouds were flowing rapidly, while the thunderous power in the dark clouds was even more violent.

"Boom..."

Blue lightning fell down and accurately killed one warrior after another of the Yongyuan Empire. At this moment, in the dark clouds, in the depths of the blue thunder and lightning, everyone saw a young figure. That figure was Chu Hongwen, the only grandson of the Duke.

Chu Hongwen's Tianlei body showed a terrible attack power at this moment, and in Chu Hongwen's heart, he always remembered the blood feud of Xiong Zhanmo.

The cold and cruel figure of Jun Linyuan deeply imprinted in the mind of the idiot young man at the beginning, and with Xiong Zhanmo's death, Chu Hongwen gradually transferred his hatred for Jun Linyuan to the whole Jun family and the whole Yongyuan Empire.

Invisibly, there is another one in the Jun family. Although he is still growing, he can't defeat the enemy.

At the same time, in the imperial capital of the Yongyuan Empire, in the bedroom of the emperor, a beautiful woman gently pillowed on the broad chest of the emperor, and the jade hand gently rubbed the resolute cheek of the emperor. The beautiful woman said lazily, "Your Majesty, I feel that it is not the time to start your family."

Huh? Why?" The Emperor looked at the beautiful woman in his arms unexpectedly. And this beautiful woman is the mother of the fourth prince, Concubine Wen.

Concubine Wen's beautiful face smiled. She said, "Because the foundation of today's Jun family is still strong, and the Jun family has an ally that cannot be ignored. If the Situ family really wants to deal with the Jun family, the concubine feels that the Situ family should be eradicated first, shake the foundation of the Jun family, and then spread to the Jun family. A blow of life."

"And the most important thing is not this. Your Majesty's purpose is the twelve-week dragon vein hidden in your house, but now your majesty knows nothing about this news, so my concubine thinks that it is not the time to frighten snakes, and... Your Majesty, don't forget that there is also a mysterious gravekeeper behind your family. King Linhai!"

Concubine Wen took a breath and analyzed everything. First, it was because of Concubine Wen's extraordinary intelligence, and the destruction of the emperor hardly concealed many secrets from Concubine Wen.

The killing emperor listened to Concubine Wen's words, with an undisguised smile on the emperor's face. The killing emperor turned over and immediately pressed Concubine Wen's delicate body under him. His dark eyes looked at the beauty in front of him. The killing emperor smiled and said, "I married more than one. His wife is an excellent siliary.

After saying that, the quilt suddenly rolled over and the sea was angry, and the two launched a life-and-death battle without smoke.

The undercurrent of the Yongyuan Empire is surging. Although on the surface, the Yongyuan Empire is still no different from usual, the atmosphere in the dark is extremely tense. Countless families or forces are watching the fire across the shore and judging the situation, because everyone smells an unusual bloody smell.

The Yongyuan Empire is about to rise, which is everyone's intuition, and today's calm is just a sign before the storm.

However, no matter how nervous the Yongyuan Empire is now, it has nothing to do with today's Jun Lintian. At the moment when Jun Lintian saw the hairpin fall into the burning Tianhe, Jun Lintian did not hesitate at all. Regardless of his own life danger, he immediately jumped into the burning Tianhe. Jun Lintian was unexpected. The move made Peixia stand beside the Burning Tianhe in a daze and stare at the flame-raging Tianhe at a loss.

Jun Lintian feels endless flames wrapping himself. Under this terrible hot power, no matter how Jun Lintian stimulates the power of famine in his body, the power of famine can't stop this hot breath at all.

The skin cracked in an instant, and the red blood flowed out, and then evaporated in an instant, and then turned black. However, at this moment, in Jun Lintian's vision, there was only the hairpin, the ordinary hairpin, which could no longer be ordinary. However, in Junlintian's anxious and self-reproached eyes, the ordinary hairpin finally couldn't bear it. Living in the hot temperature in the burning Tianhe River, a huge crack appeared with a click.

"No--"

Jun Lintian widened his pupils and roared vigorously, but at this moment, he is unable to protect himself. The terrible high temperature has already turned the surface of Jun Lintian's body into coke.

"Cock--"

Another crisp sound, the ordinary hairpin once again makes a crisp cracking sound, and another ferocious crack appears on the hairpin. If there is one or two more breaths, the hairpin will definitely turn into ashes and float in this burning river of flames.

In the red flame, Jun Lintian seemed to see Ye Yiyu's smiling face. The silly Jun Lintian still persistently thought that Ye Yiyu was still waiting for him to go back in the imperial capital of the Yongyuan Empire.

The hairpin was close in front of him, but far away from the sky. Jun Lintian raised his last trace of strength and grabbed the hairpin that was about to collapse. Finally, at the last moment, Jun Lintian grabbed the hairpin in his hand, but also at this moment, the defense of the waste power was completely defeated, and the terrible heat of the king Lintian swallowed the whole, and Jun Lintian felt the heat of the burning Tianhe into his body, and then wantonly destroyed Jun Lintian's body.

Jun Lintian felt that his body melted inch by inch and completely disappeared in this world, and Jun Lintian's soul also burned little by little in the flame of the burning Tianhe River, just like a piece of rice paper that was ignited, gradually spreading.

"Yiyu, when I go back, I won't... die!" This is the last consciousness of King Lintian.

The vitality of Junlintian is passing rapidly. When Junlintian is about to die, the hot breath of the burning Tianhe suddenly flowed into Junlintian's mind, and then collided with the original projection of the northern wilderness.

The hot breath of the burning Tianhe River hit the original projection of the Northern Wasteland. Jun Lintian's mind was buzzing and trembling, and then the change happened at this moment. The original projection of the Northern Wasteland, which had never changed, suddenly trembled, and then rushed out of Jun Lintian's mind. The origin of the northern wilderness is projected into a light shield to cover Junlintian, and the power of the pulse seal also spreads on the body surface of Junlintian, which provides secondary protection to Junlintian.

Jun Lintian, who had lost consciousness, sank to the depths of the Burning Tianhe River little by little under the protection of two unimaginable terrorist forces.