The sun sets in the west, at the end of the official road, Spirit City the towering city wall finally stretches between heaven and earth.
The blue-black city wall stretches for thousands of miles, is thick and cold, and isolates the wilderness and dust outside the city.
The convoy of the Huangdou Academy arrived first.
Qin Ming reined in the horse, dismounted, held the competition token and walked towards the city guards to verify the registration one by one.
The carriages and horses stopped slowly, the blue flag drooped gently in the evening breeze, and the group of people waited quietly to enter the city.
Chen Jieqi was riding on the white horse and did not move.
The moment his eyes touched Angel God Statue, the Naaru Brand between his eyebrows suddenly became hot.
It's not warm, it's burning, as if it's been ignited by something. It starts from the center of the eyebrows and spreads along the meridians to the limbs.
In Soul Ring, Sheng Hui's voice has lost its previous laziness and is almost solemn:
"What a pure light."
Chen Jieqi nodded slightly, and then the brand suddenly became hot again.
It's not the warm resonance of Angel Holy Light, but a sharper, warning sting.
He tightened his grip on the reins suddenly, under the statue, something was wrong.
It's not the statue itself, it's right below the statue, at its deepest point.
There was something breathing there, not a living thing, but a dense, almost solid darkness.
It's cold, sticky, and exudes the smell of corrosion and filth.
It was wrapped layer by layer by the golden light network of Angel Divine Light, pressed in the deepest part, but it did not disappear, it was just sleeping.
"Rakshasa." Chen Jieqi whispered.
"Yeah." Sheng Hui's voice deepened,
"The filthy origin of the dark side is somewhat similar to the thing in the cracks of the Cangmang Mountain Range."
Chen Jieqi pondered for a while.
He did not continue to explore. This is Spirit City. If he probed too deep, things in the net would be disturbed.
Qin Ming completed the formalities for entering the city and waved to signal the motorcade to proceed.
Huangdou The team slowly passed through the city gate and stepped into this huge city shrouded in holy light, but hidden inside.
At the same moment, at the gate of Spirit City, the carriage of the Shrek Academy slowly drove into the city gate.
The coarse cloth curtain blocked out the outside skylight, and the atmosphere inside the carriage was so quiet that it was almost stagnant.
Tang San leaned in the deepest part of the car, folded his knees, and closed his eyes lightly.
The holy white light scattered by Angel God Statue in the distance came with the wind and fell on the edge of the car window, clear and soft.
But behind him, Eight Spider Lances moved slightly under the skin.
Not excitement, not fear, but rejection.
There was a very light, sticky smell in the air, seeping in through the gap in the car curtain.
That is the aftertaste of the Pope's Palace's deep Rakshasa turbid air, soft and sticky, different from the blood of the wind baboon,
It's not the same as Man Faced Demon Spider's devouring desire, but Eight Spider Lances recognizes it.
It trembled instinctively, as if something of the same kind had stirred the net.
Tang San doesn't like this feeling.
But he didn't delve into it, he just withdrew his eyes from the gap in the car curtain and closed his eyes again.
Xiao Wu sat opposite Tang San, silent the whole time, but her eyes always fell on the side of his face.
As Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast, her perception of darkness and evil is far beyond that of any Soul Master.
She could clearly distinguish two completely different scents,
A wave from Tang San, cold and aloof, like an eternal Ice Seal solid wall, with a murderous air, but without any harmful filth.
The other flow seeped into the entire city, making it cold and sticky, making people instinctively disgusted.
She thought of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger deep inside Star Dou Great Forest that even Da Ming Er Ming was afraid of.
The aura underneath Spirit City was not the same as Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, but it still made her want to turn around and leave.
As for the feeling on Third Brother, she couldn't explain it clearly. She was not afraid, but she felt it was very far away, even further than the deepest part of Star Dou Great Forest.
The carriage stopped at the city gate, and the guards checked the documents.
Tang San opened his eyes and got off the car first.
He released Clear Sky Hammer, the body of the hammer was pitch black, and five Soul Ring rose from under his feet:
Yellow, purple, black, black, dark red.
The fifth lane is dark red.
Black and red, like blood seeping into ink, it does not reflect light in the sun, like a solidified blood scab, absorbing all the surrounding light.
The guard was stunned, staring at the Soul Ring, his Adam's apple rolled, and he took half a step back.
Tang San put the hammer away and said calmly, "Can you go?"
The sound is very flat.
The guard felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone had breathed into his ear. He waved his hand to let him through.
Tang San turned around and walked towards the city.
Xiao Wu followed him, walking beside him, at arm's length.
She saw that his shoes were dirty again and his trouser legs were stained with dust from the journey, but his walking posture was much more stable than when he came here, and every step was firm.
She wanted to say something, so she opened her mouth but made no sound.
Tang San didn't turn his head, he walked straight into the city gate and walked into the shadow cast by Angel God Statue.
Pope's Palace deep.
Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.
Ghost Douluo stands in the corner like a shadow,
"Both of them entered the city. Chen Jieqi paused for ten breaths at the gate of the city. He raised his head and looked at the statue. The mark between his eyebrows lit up for a moment.
Tang San... looked directly in your direction."
Bibi Dong shook the wine glass, and the liquid hung on the wall of the glass, slowly dripping down, like blood.
"His fifth Soul Ring," Ghost Douluo paused,
"The breath is a little cold."
Bibi Dong finished the wine, leaving a dark red stain at the bottom of the glass.
She looked in the direction of Angel God Statue, her eyes like knives.
"In the final, let them play first." She said,
"Whoever breaks it becomes the material."
She turned and walked towards the door of the secret room.
Gray-black mist seeped out from the cracks in the door, slowly crawling on the ground like a living creature.
Spirit City The post hall assigned to the participating teams is a zigzag-shaped building.
The rooms of Huangdou and Shrek are separated by a patio.
At night, Chen Jieqi stood on the porch, looking at the eaves opposite the patio.
The moonlight cuts the patio in half, one half is light and the other half is shadow.
On the opposite corridor, stood Tang San.
He was also looking at the patio.
There was a distance of thirty feet between the two, and the white ground paved by moonlight was in the middle.
There was no wind, no sound, not even the chirping of insects.
Chen Jieqi The mark between the eyebrows is slightly shiny.
Tang San The hair rope on the wrist was tightened a little and sunk into the skin. The rope marks were whiter than the surrounding skin.
They didn't nod or speak.
Tang San held the handle of the hammer, and the breath on his body became colder and colder.
Chen Jieqi holds Ashbringer in his hand, his breath still calm.
After watching for a while, Chen Jieqi turned around first, pushed the door open and went back to the room.
Tang San stood for a moment longer, then turned and left.
The steps are very light, like a cat.
Neither of them knew that at the same moment they turned around,
The voices deep in the consciousness of Sheng Hui and Tang San in Soul Ring spoke at the same time.
Sheng Hui said, "He's burning himself."
The voice said, "He is looking for death."
Neither host heard the other's "voice".
But the two parasites looked at each other silently through thirty feet of moonlight.
In the courtyard, the moonlight is still there.
In the center of the white ground, a moth fluttered into the light, fell into the shadow, and never flew again.