With his almost forgotten feeling for the story king, Orchid fell from the sky and stood at the bridge until the clouds were covered with clouds and drizzling, he was awakened by the cool rain.

Step towards the other end of the bridge.

The sect costumes on his body made the two lazy guards at the city gate suddenly feel energetic. If the person who fled here would not still wear sect clothes, let alone the emblem on the chest of the robe, those who have some knowledge know that it is only a wearable for the elders.

When he returned to his hometown, Emperor Lan felt inexplicably nervous. The fear of this bridge and this city that was embedded in his heart could not completely disappear after many years.

Then he started to laugh at himself again. Now, he should be free to enter and exit. The city lord here is originally from the Dimo ​​Sect.

After sending him away the passionate desire to lead him to the guards of the city lord's mansion, the other party did not forget to remind him to pay attention to everything before leaving. He stole the lewd eyes: If you are interested in a woman, you will send her back and you will be sent to her. If you just chat with her like this, it will be dangerous.

In fact, how could he not know about these things? But he still received the other party's wishes and walked around the block alone.

After many years of separation, everything here seemed to have not changed much. But Landi quickly noticed the abnormal situation in the streets and corners. If the place of punishment really changed, then the Fallen City would definitely be the most suitable place for them to hide.

This book is also his main purpose of wandering. Many places are obviously too rare, and compared with memories, it feels like it is deserted. This is absolutely unreasonable. Even in this weather, people who can only see the eyes should be moving around.

Not long after I walked, I saw the person walking hurriedly towards the upper floor in front of the restaurant with the open door. The only figure I saw was completely wrapped in clothes, and my hands and feet showed my skin at all.

There wouldn't be such a person here to block himself like this. How could anyone know who he was when he went out to do something? If he didn't make a fuss, he would cause unnecessary trouble and fight. After this discovery, he began to pay special attention to the shops and residential windows on both sides of the street. Many places where he should have gathered to look at and watch him lively, but there were no people, just like a ghost town.

A thought couldn't help but rise from my heart. People who were punished by forbidden areas really came out. Those people in the fallen city were likely to be killed in large numbers. Those people were hiding in the house, waiting for an opportunity that did not need to continue hiding. At the same time, they left the place in batches under the arrangement of evil spirits.

He knew that no news could be found from the shops on both sides of the street, and he was eager to feel outside the east gate as soon as possible to see if the story of the simple wooden Curie in the past was still there.

In addition, if you want to find out the news, you can only say something to him by going to that street and calling on other people who are as down and down as the King of Story.

Not far from the east gate, there were more or less people gathered on the road under the trees, some of which were vaguely recognized, but more of them were fresh faces. Among those people, some of them seemed to be recalled by his appearance, and they were trying to search for memories.

The wooden house was gone in the past, and the figure of the King of Story could not be searched. A small stall near their residence that made a living by fortune-telling was still placed under a big tree.

But the young stall owner, who was still young in the past, now had his face full of wind and frost left by years. His old but not turbid gaze has been locked on him, clearly trying to talk, but he is a little worried.

It was not until Landi approached that he asked with some uncertainty, "Are you Xiao Landi? Come and find the King of Story?"

"Yes. You still remember me."

The confusion on the fortune teller, who was over 50 years old, finally disappeared, and instead he smiled happily. Finally, he forced himself to look sad and sighed, "You finally came back to see him. But you should know that he couldn't be alive."

In fact, Lan Emperor had already known that the Story King might have been very powerful, but his cultivation had long been lost and it was impossible for him to live long enough. But when he really knew that he had passed away, he still couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

Hurry up and ask.

The fortune teller said, "Since you suddenly disappeared, the King of Story has stopped telling stories. Everyone guessed that something happened to you. Only he became very happy, always saying that you finally left here and came to a beautiful world outside.

He said he was about to go, and he could finally get together with her. Everyone knew that something was wrong with his mind and didn't care. Who would have thought that he would go to sleep in a few days, with a happy and sweet smile on his face."

The old man said, looking at Lan Di's expression. The latter remembered what the story king used to say in the past, always saying that life is a dream, in which he is lonely and painful, but in the dream of the future, he will get the happiness of being together.

At that time, Lan Emperor did not believe in the theory of reincarnation very much, and now he has already believed it completely. In connection with clues from the past, he had long understood that someone would have to use secret techniques behind his rebirth. The reason why the King of Story would let him practice so much must have come from the instruction of others.

Now that I heard that he was still smiling when he passed away, I understood his past remarks, and I thought it was the promise and gift that the man gave him.

Combining these, the sighs that had been cleared before coming here were wiped out. The hope of story king's life is his departure, and when he leaves is his moment when he enters another sweet dream.

But who was the person behind the instructor? I'm afraid it would be impossible to know that it would be Xiaoyao Hei's heart? Or the Supreme True Lord? He really couldn't imagine who else had the ability to reverse the cycle of reincarnation besides these two people.

Seeing that he gradually came to his senses, the fortune teller said, "But don't worry, his funeral was handled for him at that time and was buried in the hillside near the sea. You also know that I don't have much money, so I can only deal with it. If you come back earlier, you can make his visit more beautiful and decent..."

Lan Di naturally knew what he said, and even more so he knew that it was just a mess. That place was a messy grave that dealt with the corpses in the Fallen City. There were indeed people who were not well-off to be treated there afterwards. After such a long time, there were countless simple tombstones that were eroded by wind and rain, so they could not see the original handwriting.

This is a lie that is difficult to tell the truth. How could he be willing to spend money to handle the funeral of such a so-called neighbor? In the fallen city, the kind-hearted person had already died long ago except Mei Ruo, the daughter of the city lord.

But Lan Emperor wanted to find out other news, so he pretended to believe it and said a few words of gratitude, took out a ingot of silver from his arms and handed it over. The fortune teller quickly took it into his arms without hesitation, and he still looked around to see if someone saw it.

Seeing that everyone around him seemed to be lying or chatting, he felt relieved. Lan Di sighed in his heart. He had actually paid the price of the lie, so how could those people really not see it? He just pretended not to see it, so that he could relieve his doubts. After he left, if he did not take out the gold generously and gave it to him, he would not be able to survive.

"This time I came here to investigate some things, and I will pay you a lot. Anyway, the money has to be given out. Instead of letting others make money, it is better to give it to you. After all, the Master's funeral depends on your help."

Hearing what he said, the fortune teller hurriedly promised to say everything, and called him to turn to the other end of the big tree, and from the terrain and where the two of them were standing, they happened to block the eyes of others.

Obviously, he was still on guard when he was well aware of the situation here. He knew that the ingot of gold could not be kept just now, so he just wanted to try his best to take the next reward into his private pocket.

After the two of them spoke questions and answers for a while, Landi finally got the information they wanted to know.

Two months ago, a large number of strange people covered with bodies appeared on the East Coast one after another, but after entering the Fallen City, few people had seen these people. Later, I heard that fewer people were moving in the city, and even those who he knew or were familiar with were not seen.

Not many girls in the city were left in business. Many disciples of various sects who came here to enjoy themselves had complained to the Fallen City Lord not long ago. However, there were no results or actions.

He said everything he knew, and smiled and took the gold handed over by Landi. Seeing that he was about to leave, he hurriedly shouted, "There is another thing. A few days ago, a master of the Dimo ​​Sect who had been here not long ago said that he had seen a man who looked very much like the leader of the Ghost Evil Sect and several people wearing long robes entering the city."

After hearing this, Emperor Lan left after thanking him. He thought for a moment and decided not to go to the city lord's mansion. Such a big change would be said to be that the fallen city lord had no idea at all. However, the Earth Demon Sect has not yet obtained any news, and he has never found evidence of the matter and has always joined the group.

He went forward like this and could not get any valuable information, he might instead trap himself in danger. He immediately drove the Daytime Magic Sword and flew across the ocean towards the punishment place.

After speeding like this for nearly a day, I finally vaguely saw the large isolated island surrounded by the Immortal Array barrier. After staying closer, the black forest covering most of the isolated islands was clearly visible.

Black forest, black land...

Emperor Lan couldn't help but remember the illusion scene that flashed when he first attended Tianxuanyun at Xuanmen.

‘Where did I survive in my previous life? Where did I marry Tian Xuanyun and Yiyun?’

As he approached the isolated island, when he finally reached the ground through the barrier of the immortal formation, the smell of black water toxins filled with the island was ubiquitous and familiar with him. At that moment, he used his true energy to unravel the spell that sealed the black water toxins in his body, layer by layer, quickly rendering his body. In the blink of an eye, he became a "demon" with dark skin as dark as the night.
Chapter completed!