Chapter 683

Dark sky, desolate land.

All over the mountains and plains, you can see a low and continuous mountain range, and there are many strange caves and dangerous cliffs hidden in it. It seems that there is a faint black mist floating between the sky and the earth, and the wind is howling, rolling in, and in the wind, it seems to be full of blood, which makes this world inexplicably more chilling. Farther away, there are occasional screams and faint swaying, which makes people feel a kind of sincere panic , even the trees and grass here are pointing directly at the sky, like swords and halberds...

"This is the magic side..."

Fang Yuan stood on a low hill, looking from afar, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

It was the first time he set foot in this land full of wars and legends after he teleported the formation through Yumen Shenguan.

This place is called Wasteland, but more people are used to calling it the Devil's Edge!

The great catastrophe comes every three thousand years, and the living beings are wiped out, and the world is buried. There are several places where the catastrophe comes, but the magic side has always been the largest entrance. Therefore, every time the catastrophe comes, the magic side is the place where all the cultivators from all over the world gather to resist the catastrophe. It is also the place where Tianyuan's first line of defense against the catastrophe.

What's more, after the big robbery has passed, the dark magic interest or dissipates, or returned to the different world, but because the magic edge is the first line of defense, there will be a lot of dark magic condensing, three thousand years without dispersion, and the unusual dark life breeding and raging the world. Therefore, Tianyuan also needs to always hoard the troops here and keep killing those dark spirits to prevent them from raging too much, and to protect them. Well, the pass here is ready to fight against the new robbery at the next time the next robbery comes!

Therefore, although the catastrophe falls once every three thousand years, for Mobian, the flames of war never stop for a moment.

And during these countless years of battle, countless heroes have been born, or become legends in the world, famous all over the world, or become nameless bones, buried under the sand here forever, watching the changes in the world.

"Daozi Wangqing, when I get to the side of the devil, I should call you a god general!"

At the gate where the teleportation formation was located, there were already three old men in black robes waiting. These three were all Nascent Soul cultivators. They looked very old, and their cultivation was so high.

The old man who was the leader saluted Fang Yuan lightly, and said in a low voice: "I am the elder of the Bahuang City. I have been waiting for you for a long time by the order of the city lord. I will lead you into the city after the transmission of the Taoist is completed, and prepare for the gift of your god general canonization!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Fang Yuan understood, and saluted him respectfully.

Thinking about entering the Eight Desolation City soon, I felt some anticipation in my heart.

There are seven holy places in the human race. Fang Yuan has dealt with Xijianchi, Langya Pavilion, and Jiuchongtian respectively, and even became a Taoist of Wangqing Island, but this Bahuang City is the one he respects the most, but it is the first time he has come here.

Most of the seven holy places are located in Kyushu, Xijian Pond and Wangqing Island, although one is south and the other is north, they are also closely related to Kyushu.

But Bahuang City is different. From the very beginning, this city was built on the side of the devil, with the mission of resisting the catastrophe and beheading the dark creatures. It was tempered in blood and fire, and lived and died with the world. Now, I don’t know how many kalpas have passed. I don’t know how many times the Bahuang City has been destroyed and rebuilt.

Now, Bahuang City has become the commanding center stationed at the devil's border. The Lord of Bahuang City is the commander who resists the catastrophe. The top ten generals are all canonized by him. It can be said that this is not only a holy place, but also the command center of the Tianyuan Immortal Army, the place of military opportunity!

Before Fang Yuan rushed to the devil's side, he asked for the position of god general from Bahuang City.

Now at the edge of the devil, the first one to enter is naturally the Eight Desolation City.

Seeing the arrangement of the Fazhou behind, the people and horses rectified, and the people under the imperial court all came out of the teleportation formation, Fang Yuan bowed politely to the three black-robed elders, and then followed them all the way west.

However, after less than a hundred miles, a large black city suddenly appeared on the horizon ahead.

At this time they were all in mid-air, and looking from a distance, they could see that the city was almost towering into the sky, it was indescribably high, and it was also inexhaustibly wide. It was said to be a city, but in fact, dozens of cities gathered together, facing all directions, sitting in the center of this piece of land.

But at the Sifang City Gate, it was very lively. Although most of them were sergeants in black armor, they seemed to be much more lively. It seemed that people from thousands of miles around had gathered in this city.

"God will wait for a while, you can take your long entourage with me, enter the city with me, and meet the city lord, but there has always been an order in the city of Bahuang. You, the accompanying soldiers and horses, need to be stationed outside the city. After your canonization is confirmed, we will go to Shenguan together..."

Fang Yuan nodded his head to express his understanding, he had made preparations before coming here and learned a lot.

But an order was issued to have three hundred Sea God Guards stationed outside, and only the old deacon of Wangqing Island, Elder Yuan Mu, the three old devils in Xueyuan, and Dong Suer were ordered to go in with him.

After making the arrangements, Jiaolong was a bit troublesome. It was tens of feet long, so it was inconvenient to enter the city. Before passing through the teleportation formation, it pretended to help Fang Yuan pull the jade chariot, but after passing the devil's edge, the guy pretended to be out of trouble not long ago, and now his leg hurts and his tail cramped.

Fang Yuan didn't care about Yuan Muqi's beard, the old deacon of Wangqing Island, and simply put away the jade chariot.

"You don't want me to enter the city?"

As soon as Jiaolong heard Fang Yuan's arrangement, his eyes immediately widened, he was very dissatisfied, he sucked in a breath suddenly, his body swelled instantly, but then, he let it out in another breath, and the figure that was tens of feet long suddenly became smaller at a strange speed, and finally became only as tall as a person, standing with two hind paws, and dragging his tail behind his back like this.

"Is it okay now?"

Jiaolong looked left and right triumphantly, looking very complacent.

Fang Yuan looked it up and down, sighed, and said, "Find it some pants..."

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A group of people made preparations and rushed to Bahuang City. The main city of Bahuang City, the front and rear three gates, were all guarded by large formations, and people came and went. Fang Yuan was both the Daoist of Wangqing Island and a god general waiting to be canonized. Naturally, he did not need to enter through the first gate, but directly passed through the first two large formations. Before the third gate, he slowly pushed down the cloud head and walked forward.

At the city gate, the guards saw that Fang Yuan was wearing a green robe, with a steady breath, accompanied by a group of people, and brought a lame four-legged snake in underpants, and three city elders leading the way. They did not dare to be negligent, and asked the identity of the visitor as usual.

All the cultivators who came and went around were shocked when they heard this, and they all gathered around to watch.

"Is this person Daozi Wangqingdao?"

"What are you talking about, Daozi of Wangqing Island? He's just a casual cultivator from a poor family who has climbed a high branch!"

After entering the third city gate, he has already entered the inner city of Bahuang City.

The people walking around in the two outer cities are all Immortal Armor Sergeants and ordinary monks, while in the third city, they are the true disciples of the Eight Desolation City, or some aristocratic figures from other aristocratic families and orthodox traditions, with profound cultivation and arrogant attitude. All of them belong to the elites of the devil's side.

In some people's eyes, there was even a bit of hatred, and someone could faintly hear someone whispering: "I heard that it was this person who swallowed more than 30 dragon souls that should have been rewarded to our soldiers on the edge of the devil.

"This kind of selfish, self-absorbed person actually has the guts to come to the devil's side?"

"Heh, he also used the background of Wangqing Island to obtain the position of a god general for himself. What qualifications does he have to be this god general?"

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Walking all the way to the city, there are endless discussions around.

Although those voices were all lowered, how could Fang Yuan not be aware of them with his cultivation?

He remained calm and did not speak, but his face darkened slightly.

"Daozi..."

Mr. Yuanmu, the old deacon of Wangqing Island, also heard these words, frowned coldly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't worry about it, I think someone sent some words over to disrupt the situation on purpose!"

Fang Yuan just waved his hand lightly, and said indifferently: "These people don't know my intentions, and after listening to one-sided words, they think that I have withheld the Dragon Soul, and they are reluctant to give it to others, and they don't want to blame them for being dissatisfied with me. Why should I be so fussy?"

The old deacon nodded slowly and stopped talking.

Then Fang Yuan said again: "However, let's write down the most vicious people who talked about it!"

The old deacon was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled.

Fang Yuan said indifferently: "I came to the Devil's Edge to select suitable people to bestow dragon souls. Not to mention how powerful these people are, they must at least have brains. But what kind of brains do these people who listen to wind and rain have, and what qualifications do they have?"

When the nearby Tianjiao heard Fang Yuan's words, their faces became dull with anger.

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