In an instant, the morning sun faded, and a ten-foot-long sword shot up from the ground, plowing through the wooden table and slashing at the old captain.

The old captain didn't even have time to look frightened. His body was already glowing with divine intelligence, and the next second he was torn to pieces on the spot, with his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The remaining sword light made a loud "boom" sound and hit the ancient plaque on the Jade Capital City hard.

"Buzz!"

This so-called first city in the Central Region trembled slightly, and the people in the city looked back if they felt something.

But I saw faint starlight lighting up from all directions in the city, and the Heavenly Secret Dao pattern was outlined in the sky, quickly dividing the sword light.

——Maybe someone broke into the city, but the Dao Palace Master wiped out the ants. It was a common thing, and everyone turned a blind eye.

outside the city.

The plaque was intact and the body was in two parts.

"No!"

Only then did the young team members at the rear let out a cry of surprise, but it was too late.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

The old captain is not a mortal. His cultivation in the Throne Realm and the Heavenly Mystery Gold Medal are tied to the Kyoto Formation, so he can lend part of his strength to the team.

Even with passive secondment, that card could block Taixu's full blow. How could he be beheaded to death on the spot without being able to say a single word?

Everyone looked at the two halves of the body lying at the city gate and remained silent.

Finally, the long line of people shouted in surprise:

"Ancient Sword Cultivator!"

"She is the kind of ancient sword cultivator from the Eastern Region!"

"No wonder, I just said that this person didn't have any spirit energy in her body. I thought she was a mortal. I didn't expect to be so violent. Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't provoke her..."

"Liu Fuyu, this is such a familiar name, where have you heard it before?"

The young man's teeth were chattering as he looked at the cold-eyed beauty in front of him as if he were seeing a devil.

"Enemy attack——"

He let out a scream, "Pass it up quickly, don't let her escape, she will kill Captain Zhao!"

The city guards at the rear were just waking up from a dream, and each took action.

Liu Fuyu killed one person with his jade sword, and walked away without any trouble, intending to enter the city.

"Don't come over here!"

No response.

"Stop, stop...stop! Now you are a prisoner with a reward, what are you going to do!"

"Enter the city."

Going into town?

Can I have a conversation?

"Why did you come to the city?" the young man asked hurriedly, and found that if his eyes were not profane, people would not die - he finally found the cause of the old captain's death!

Liu Fuyu passed by, leaving only a faint fragrance.

"Find someone."

…

"Baozi, fresh meat buns~"

"Take a look, take a look, the beef with soy sauce, you have eaten the immortal beef with soy sauce~"

"Those who are rich will support themselves with money, and those who have no money will support themselves with personal affairs. Look at my flames, pff~~~"

"Mom, look, I'm a fire spiritual master."

"Silly boy, if you don't practice well and always run out to play, you will have to make a living by performing like this in the future."

"The carriage, what a beautiful carriage!"

"Hush, don't point your fingers at me. Have you seen that sign? It's a cinnamon carriage worthy of a descendant of the Taixu family."

"Tsk, tsk, look, Lao Zhang, he's really rich! Things have been a bit uneasy in Beijing lately. There are a lot of noble men and ladies coming to the city."

"Click click click..."

The cinnamon carriage drove through the long streets of the prosperous ancient capital. There were noisy shouts on the streets, and the cinnamon scent carried the aroma of various breakfasts that made people's stomach wriggle.

The curtains decorated with gold beads were lifted, and a hand that was well maintained and as white as if it had never been touched by spring water was revealed. The fingers were slender and the knuckles were clearly defined, as if they were owned by a woman.

But through the side window of the carriage, one could see inside under the dim light, what was hidden was an extraordinary handsome face, extremely white and tender, like a sick man's face that had never been exposed to sunlight.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly, turned his head back, and moved his ears slightly, as if he was listening for something.

But the Kyoto formation blocked all outside movements, and everyone was used to the gentle vibration just now and didn't take it seriously.

Sitting in the carriage, you can't see the rear, and it's ungraceful to poke your head out. It's natural that the young master can't do that.

Soon, the sick young man in the carriage lowered the golden bead curtain, and he finished listening.

"Mr. Xu, this is Kyoto." The coachman was an old man. He noticed movement behind him and introduced with a smile.

"Don't the plaque say Jade Capital City?"

There was a weak sound in the car. The sound was extremely pleasant, but it was accompanied by a slight cough. He must be seriously ill. Everyone who looked sideways on the roadside thought this.

"Young Master came to the Holy Palace from the Eastern Region to study, so he didn't know something. The ancient name of Kyoto was inherited from the mortal world. After the city evolved into the first city in the spirit refining world, the theme of Jade Capital was decided by the previous palace.

name."

"I see...ahem."

Only then did everyone on the roadside realize that the sick young master was from the Eastern Region.

After traveling thousands of miles to study in the Holy Palace, he should have obtained a quota and participated in the Holy Palace trial.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Such a sick young man could actually get a spot in the Holy Palace Trial. How did he get it by coughing it out?

There are many sword cultivators in the Eastern Region. Could it be that this young master is a sword cultivator or an ancient sword cultivator?

Amid everyone watching and wondering, the cinnamon carriage swaggered through the city, and the sick young man entered the city, asking questions but not knowing.

"Someone heard that this city defense formation was the work of the Taoist Palace Master?"

"Yes, it is said that even half-saints cannot be broken."

"Young master, I don't believe this. You, a common man, don't know the power of a semi-saint, nor do you know that a saint cannot be insulted. You are really making me laugh... By the way, where is the holy mountain?"

"It's in the air."

Old Man Li pointed to the sky in the distance.

The sick man opened the car curtains and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

The mountains hang upside down under the floating clouds, the red tops are dyed with golden osmanthus and the morning sun is dyed. No holy relics can be seen under the snow. The fragrance spreads thousands of miles to bless Chang'an.

"So close..." The sick man was fascinated by the sight and murmured to himself.

Old Man Li heard this and said with a smile: "You can't run away from Wangshan. Even if you can go up from here to Guizhe Holy Mountain, you will have to fly for three to five years, sir."

"You can reach the sky in one step..."

"That young man is awesome!" Old Man Li was amused.

"It is rumored that there is a swordsman named Hua..."

"On the mountain."

"There is a great emperor who loves the common people..."

"On the mountain."

"There is a palace master who has a clever plan..."

"They are also on the mountain, protecting us."

The cinnamon carriage rattled forward, and the holy mountain, which seemed to be hanging upside down in the sky, with the mountainside lost in the clouds, and even the snow-white top dyed orange by the rising sun, seemed to be advancing little by little before our eyes.

"Really, it's so close, old man."

The sick man murmured absentmindedly again, this time with a blush on his pale face, "I heard there is a Dead Sea..."

"It's all in the mountains...uh, what is the Dead Sea?" Old Man Li was confused this time.

"yes……"

The sick man suddenly stopped talking, stopped speaking, and looked back at the information column in his mind:

"Being watched, passive value, +263."

"Be admired, passive value, +184."
To be continued...