Standing at the foot of the broken mountain city, looking up, the city wall hundreds of zhang high stands majestically, filling the entire field of vision.

The meaning of killing the forest, the majestic posture, the state of condensation like a mountain...... All of this is as if it has its own life, as if an ancient demon beast on its head has pounced on it.

Zhang Fan squinted his eyes slightly, his face remained unchanged, his body did not move at all, and he just quietly looked at Xiongcheng in front of him.

Everything before is this heavy city that has stood for tens of thousands of years, the accumulation of vicissitudes of joy and sorrow, and the spiritual oppression that manifests itself.

For Zhang Fan, this is nothing, but what really makes him stop is something more practical.

Broken Mountain City, as the name suggests, is built by breaking through the mountain, and it is estimated that it also has the meaning of breaking all shackles and breaking free, right?

The latter is difficult to know, but the traces of the former are still faintly visible.

The huge mountain city is located in a position about dozens of zhang above the level, and the base of the city seems to be able to see the undulating mountain range, but the scope of the city is too vast to be obvious.

Feeling the abundant aura that was constantly emanating from it, Zhang Fan knew in his heart that this broken mountain city was really built at the spiritual eye of a large spiritual vein, and it was not an ordinary establishment, but it was directly broken through the mountain and replaced it with a huge city body, replacing the spiritual eye peak.

Such a spiritual vein is actually no less than the Lianyun Mountain Range where the Faxiang Sect is located.

What Broken Mountain City did was equivalent to breaking open the mountain peak where the mountain gate of the Faxiangzong was located, and then directly building such a giant city on the original site.

"Generous!"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but secretly praise.

Naturally, they did not do it unintentionally, as can be seen from the mottled city walls.

The composition of the general city wall of the mountain is a huge bluestone with a radius of several zhang, these bluestones have been through the passage of time, wind, frost, rain and snow, war and blood, at this time it is no longer possible to see the original color, all are a piece of iron blue, as if a piece of rusted steel in the wind and rain.

These boulders, among the iron blue, faintly glowed red.

This red light is not the red of the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar, but a dark red and a maroon red, uneven in thickness and different shades, just like layers of paint, divided into countless brushes.

This paint can only be one thing.

Zhang Fan looked at this brown and red, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at it.

In a trance, a large group of wild beasts, groups of monks, fought bloodily under this city wall, one side was boundless and one after another, and the other side was not afraid of death to fight for their lives.

Blood, human blood, the blood of wild beasts, like a stream of fresh fountains, sprayed all over, the city wall bluestone, dyed layer after layer, tens of thousands of years of precipitation, this blood has been integrated into the interior of the bluestone, as if it exists, and can not be erased.

Seeing all this, it is as if we can see how the ancestors of mankind broke through the shackles of heaven and earth with blood and surname, killed strong enemies one after another, and fought for the right to survive and reproduce.

In the primeval times, it was so, and so it was in the depths of the earth.

These are not speculations, not far from Zhang Fan's feet, living evidence still reveals the past years of the giant city in front of him.

Like a crystal white silk tightly tied, the turbulent underground river circled around the huge broken mountain city, flowing towards heaven and earth, like a natural moat.

The water in this moat, a little fluorescent flicker, and occasionally the waves rolled, and a large area of hideous pale could appear.

Zhang Fan's eyesight is so good, and under the blazing light of this pillar of divine fire, his eyes went straight through the obstruction of the water surface, and he could see the true face of a large area of pale underwater.

Countless bones!

Under the moat, all kinds of huge or small, complete or mutilated desolate beast bones are piled up, if it is not for the river is big enough, this river is deep enough, so that these beast bones are exposed in the wilderness, it is a ghost scene.

Seeing the animal bones in this moat, layer upon layer, I don't know how many years have been accumulated, Zhang Fan knew that this was intentional by the people in the broken mountain city.

These animal bones, like the blood red on the bluestone, are a kind of testimony of the past, and they should be left there forever to stimulate the blood of future generations.

"Cool!"

At this moment, the image of the broken mountain city suddenly became clear in Zhang Fan's heart, and it was summed up as the word "cool".

It's a city of scorching.

The barren land on the edge, the bloody city of fierce battles, and the blood-stained white bone Se River.

- This is Broken Mountain City!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan strode into the city with his head held high.

One wall, two worlds inside and outside.

Outside the city walls, there is the fierce fighting, the passionate generosity of the men's bloodshed, and inside the city walls, there is the peace and tranquility, peace and abundance of the red dust.

One inside and one outside, the ultimate contrast, but it will not give people a sense of contrast, all kinds of struggles, all kinds of efforts, for the sake of everything in front of you?

Zhang Fan followed the flow of people and strolled through the streets.

The inhabitants of this place are different from what they had seen in the village and in the city of Hehuan a few months ago.

On the surface, it is more diverse and more elaborate in clothing, but in essence, it is a difference in spirit.

Every mortal walking on the street gives people a sense of pride and satisfaction, less of that kind of precarious fear, and more of a sense of spirit.

Perhaps it was the annual Water Yun Alchemy Conference that made the residents of the city see more immortal cultivators from all over the world coming and going, although they were not rude, but that kind of respectful trembling was gone, and only in the face of the master of the city, they would show the same awe as in the Hehuan City.

At this time, in the Broken Mountain City, there were a lot of immortal cultivators.

Along the way, there are many immortal cultivators with Eguanbo, mixed in the crowd and walking away, if you look at it from a high place, you can see that these immortal cultivators who are rarely seen in ordinary times, just like the flowing water in the river, are moving in the same direction.

Zhang Fan didn't specifically ask about the road, but casually followed the flow of people, here and now, where do they still need to be suspected?

Sure enough, half an hour later, after passing through half of the broken mountain city, the eyes suddenly became empty.

The willows and flowers are bright, except for what is in front of Zhang Fan's eyes, it is a huge square.

In the square, there are crowds of people, and at a glance, they are all high-sounding immortal cultivators with wind on their sleeves.

These people, in pairs and threes, whispering to each other, or reading alone, are outstanding, but in the same way, their eyes will involuntarily glance at the very center of the square from time to time, as if something has drawn them firmly.

There, a strange building stood, and around the building, there was no big man's open space, and compared with the crowding around it, the status and dignity showed itself.

The style of this building is also quite strange, the bottom, the upper circle, the top, and the whole body, and other architectural styles in the broken mountain city are very different, feeling, just like the difference between the elegant and the strong, the former is better than the elegant mysterious, the latter is stronger than the shock of the soul, it can be said that it is Chunlan Qiuju, each is good at winning.

However, there is one thing that no other building can match.

From the spire, the sprawling building is covered in a dark blue hue.

This dark blue is not fixed, but flows like water waves, or simply a curtain of water that clings tightly to the exterior of the building.

From time to time, the color of this water curtain is transformed, layer upon layer, as if the back wave pushes the front wave, and the whole does not increase and overflow, as if there is an infinite void under it, giving people the feeling that it is like a section of a rapid, which is forcibly intercepted and subdued, and is restricted by invisible power, so that it flows like this.

"Water Yun Dan Room?!"

Zhang Fan carefully looked at this strange-shaped building, and did not doubt his judgment at all, apart from the Shui Yun Dan Room, where could so many immortal cultivators gather today, and there was such a different style.

On the front of the Shui Yun Dan room, a two-person tall and wide door was open, and a layer of blue water curtain above was faintly fluctuating, like an invitation and a refusal, and the ripples on it were continuous, but it was the aftermath of the last person who entered.

When Zhang Fan came before, he saw a middle-aged man, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

At that moment, somewhere in the crowd below, a voice of relief suddenly erupted, thinking that it was the middle-aged man's relatives and friends!

Not everyone is as lucky as the middle-aged man, Zhang Fan saw that a young man who looked about the same age as Xu Fan was stuck on the blue water curtain, and he barely held on to it in the blink of an eye, and was violently bounced back, turned into a rolling gourd, and directly turned out ten zhang away.

After all, the young man was thin-skinned, and the man's face instantly swelled into the color of pig liver, and he quickly covered his face with his sleeves and walked away.

Not everyone can try one or two like middle-aged men and young monks, and before that, you need to verify the black gold thread before you can enter.

At this time, on the periphery of the building, there was a group of blood-clothed warriors standing densely, all of them were full of energy, all of them pressed the hilt of their swords, their eyes did not squint, and their fierce and bloody spirit was fully revealed.

No matter how strong these warriors are, they are just mortals, how can they be placed in the eyes of the immortal cultivators present, but none of them are presumptuous, and they all try to enter with invitations.

You must know that behind these warriors, there are the three major sects of Broken Mountain City, not to mention them, even other important cities have to be challenged, and they also have to think about one or two.

After looking at it for a while, he had a general understanding of the situation, Zhang Fan didn't stop any longer, stepped out, and went straight to the front of the strange-shaped building.

He casually handed the black gold silk slip to the blood-clothed warrior who came forward, and in this waiting gap, he stood with his hands in his hands, and it could be seen that next to the blue water curtain, there was a large and a small, a mirror, a jade, two things.

"It's ......"

Zhang Fan was puzzled at first, and then saw the movements of the blood-clothed warrior, and he understood.

(To be continued)