Chapter 437, the city of the giant spirit

Qingzhou really wants to be more prosperous than Ding Hao imagined.
To make a very vivid metaphor, if Selangor is the most backward powerhouse in the ditch that Ding Hao had visited in the past, then the Qingzhou is the capital city of singing and dancing, and the largest state in the northern part of the country. Even a small and medium-sized human settlement city in Qingzhou is dozens of times the largest city in Selangor.
I have been in Qingzhou for four days.
Under the care of the ten [Xuanshuang Shenwei], Ding Hao and other Xuezhou people were arranged in a manor in the suburb of the 100-year-old suburb of Qingzhou's largest city [Gian Lingcheng]. The owner of the manor was a city one. A very famous businessman, the family has a house in the city, this manor is rented out, the environment is quiet, but it is also suitable for cultivation and waiting.
But many of the geniuses in Selangor are indignant and feel that this is a kind of scorn.
Because there have been various rumors in these days, it is said that the young geniuses of other major states have been arranged in the city, especially the geniuses who have entered the [Baisheng Battlefield] quota in Qingzhou, and are arranged in the city. In the most abundant areas, the Wuhuang-level inscriptions personally laid the inscriptions to enhance their cultivation and various preferential treatments, and it was an insult to the people of Selangor who did not even qualify for the city.
There are a few pretentious martial art disciples to discuss the ten [Xuanshuang Shenwei]. The result may be because the words are too excited, they are fattened, the nose is swollen, and they are squatting in the manor. I didn’t dare to let go.
Today is the fourth day.
Two days later, [Hundred Holy Battlefield] officially opened.
At that time, 3,000 young geniuses from all the states will enter the original mountain range within the [Gian Ling City] under the of Xuan Shuang Wei, because the entrance to the time of the [Hundred Battlefield] is in this mountain range. in.
[Gian Ling City] is a city of gods. It is a city of gods. It is home to hundreds of millions of people. There are lakes and rivers in the Liangtian Forest. Together with the satellites in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles, it is extremely powerful. It is Qingzhou. The first big city, even in the entire northern region, is said to be second only to Taibai Mountain where [Xuanshuang Jingu] is located. In the city of Giants, if a martial art is pulled out, it will be stronger than the nine gates of Selangor. There are thousands of sacred gates of the seven products. Only those sects whose ranks are in the top three are the real masters here. Master the vitality and lifeline of this huge city.
Everyone in Selangor came here, it was like a township squatting into the city, watching the eyes, even the servants of the mountain village, actually all of them are the strongest of the realm of martial arts and martial arts, watching the eyes of geniuses is like watching There is no cabbage like a cabbage on the side of the road.
Ding Hao has been retreating for a few days.
He and Li Yiruo, Li Zhanyang, Fang Tianyi, Li Lan, etc. asked the disciples of Jianzong to be divided into the same courtyard covering about five or six acres. Each ordinary room was smashed and cleaned. It was only clean. And the condition of asking Jianzong is much worse than that.
The people did not care about this.
Ding Hao arranged a fifth-order inscription array in the courtyard, which can effectively gather the aura of heaven and earth, speed up the cultivation, and retreat with the people, and strive to make breakthroughs before entering the [Hundred Battlefield], and everyone will race against time. The disciples of other sects came to invite to the [Gian Lingcheng] tour, which was rejected by rumors.
Ding Hao cultivates inscriptions every day.
He repeatedly engraved the inscriptions of Chinese characters on the floor of the courtyard to ensure that the power of the formation can reach the maximum. Moreover, as the time of entering the battlefield approaches, Ding Hao suddenly feels a sense of the heart, and spent the largest research on the large inscriptions. The proportion of time.
On this day, he revised the previous formation and wrote a "God of the Immortals" in the courtyard -
"Bifeng sea face Tibetan spirit book, God chose to be a fairy god. Qingming laughter smells empty, fighting by the huge waves riding whales. Chun Luo book characters invited Wang mother, a feast of the deepest part of the red building. He Yu Chongfeng over the sea late, but not as good as Let the green dragon go. Hesitant mother does not agree, and the baby is more rumored..."
This is a long poem with hundreds of words.
It is also the first time Ding Hao has written such a long Chinese inscription, which is good for the support of the middle level of the body shell, but it can be persisted, but the longer the inscription of Chinese characters, the layout of the The higher the requirements, the more powerful it is, not only the power of the gods, but each stroke is a [text], and each [text] must communicate the laws of heaven and earth. This is a complicated and cumbersome process.
"You have to know that in the [Hundred Battlefield], the aura is dozens of times the outside world, and there are countless genius treasures. There are still some ancient power laws and mysterious tides. Many arrays of law sets are on the battlefield. The power in it is dozens or even hundreds of times outside. These days let you study the method, which is the purpose. When you enter the [Hundred Battlefield], it will be of great use!"
The voice of the ancestor sounded in my mind.
Ding Hao nodded and said yes.
The two old monsters were well-informed and did not disappoint Ding Hao. They seemed to know very clearly about the [Hundred Battlefield]. These days, Ding Hao made a lot of preparations, and a is mysterious, as if he could not wait to enter. In the battlefield, but it is not clear, Ding Hao tried several times, and asked if he could not ask why, just how the old monster said how to do it, anyway, the relationship between the three has long been like a family, Ding Hao believes in the knife ancestor And Jianzu does not hang himself.
"Call..." Ding Hao finished the final stroke. The whole person felt a little vain. The forehead was full of sweat, but his face was satisfied with his expression: "It’s a lot better than the last time. This array should be OK. It lasts for six hours."
After inspiring the formation, Ding Hao adjusted his position in the spot and opened his eyes. The time is already afternoon.
The rooms in the four-sided room are closed.
Li Yiruo and others are vying for time in their respective rooms.
Knowing the sinister danger of entering the [Hundred Battlefield], Ding Hao did not have any embarrassment. He divided the best basalite in the black snake ring according to the sacred attributes of the people. Each person probably got about ten pieces, which can be passed. The rich energy in the absorption of the spar is used for itself. Under the promotion of the array method, the cultivation speed will increase by several tens of times, and the ten best crystals will be enough for them for half a year.
After the interest rate adjustment, Ding Hao slowly stood up, his eyes could not help but fall on the right hand of an ivory bone bracelet.
This bracelet looks smooth and jade. In fact, the surface is covered with dense lines, which are more than 100 times thinner than the hair. The eyesight of ordinary people can't capture these lines. Ding Hao has studied it many times, every time. When you look at your eyes and feet, you will immediately feel dizzy and uplifting like drunkenness. You can’t come up with it. Ding Hao even adopted the legendary method of confessing the blood, but unfortunately a large bowl of blood drops. On the bracelet, there was no response.
The reason why he is so heart-warming is because this bone bracelet is the old servant Chen Bo who touched Ding Hong’s tears on that day. At the last moment of Ding Hao’s entry into the domain door, God unwittingly stuffed himself into his hands. thing.
The transmission of the domain door is hundreds of thousands of miles. Ding Hao naturally can't fold back and ask Chen Bo. Why do you want to send this bracelet? You can't know what the role of the bracelet is. He and the two old monsters of the sword ancestor Several times, the puzzle of this bracelet could not be broken.
"This bracelet should be Ding Hong’s tears to let the old man give it to you... That woman is not simple, there is a magic in the body, you have to pay more attention in the future, but for some reason, this witch seems to treat you differently. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse!"
"This bracelet is temporarily worn on the body. Since it was given to you by Ding Hong’s tears, it will be of great usefulness. It may be used in the [Hundred Holy Battlefield]." Knife also gave his own advice.
Ding Hao nodded.
He is also such a guess.
[Shengzi 诀] The seventh sense of the fifth layer [body shell oven], telling Ding Hao that this bracelet is not threatening.
While Ding Hao was meditating, there was a footstep outside the door. A servant of the manor knocked on the door and glanced at Ding Hao. He said with no expression: "The collection is gathered, the villagers are rushing to gather, the of frost Wei Daren let me inform you that you are leaving here tonight..."
The servant's sharp-nosed monkey licked his face, but his face was sour, but his strength was in the realm of the great martial artist. He thought he was the people of the prosperous Dazhou. He had an unconcealed sense of superiority and superiority. He looked at the eyes of everyone in Xuezhou. Undisguised disdain, speaking and doing things are also very unfriendly.
Ding Hao slightly frowned.
Between the talks, the doors of the rooms in the West Chamber opened, and everyone who heard the movements came out. The little fat man’s unhappy face rolled up his sleeves and he was going to swear. The servant was also a daring stock. Not good, hurriedly rushed to the first step to run...
Everyone laughed.
Quickly packed up their respective salute equipment and walked toward the meeting place.
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"Why do you suddenly enter [Gian Lingcheng] so late?" On the way, the little fat man looked at the sky with a slight blackening, while squatting on the roast chicken legs: "Heaven is so dark, it won't be Where are we going to sell it?"
The beautiful young Lin Xin was black-faced and walked to the side, saying that he did not know this monk.
However, Ren Xiaoyao’s previous sentence is to express everyone’s voice.
Suddenly entering the city so suddenly, it must have been something outside the plan. Unfortunately, the ten esoteric guards who were responsible for the were not sneer, never took off their armor and the helmet like the mask, no one. I have seen their true colors. Among them, Mu Tianyang is qualified to speak with them. Besides, no matter who they are, no matter what they ask, they will not get their response.
"Well? Heaven, this is... Within 50 miles of the Great Spirit City, even under the earth, there are terrible powers. Once it breaks out, even the big demon in the realm of the demon king will have to fall down instantly..." Ding Hao All the way to release the gods and observe what other people can't see. This seemingly ordinary ground is engraved with the dark inscription by the peerless powers, which constitutes a huge invisible literary grammar. It is probably an inscription of about nine. ,very scary.
Everything is blurred in the night.
From a distance, the [Gian Ling City] built on the mountain is like a giant spirit lying in the darkness. The wall of more than 500 meters is like a mountain. It is divided into five layers, and each layer is incredible. The strongman's hand, the invaders of the innate realm, is only a small leader stationed in the garrison here. Only the strongest in the realm of Wu Wang can command the army in the city.
Within the hundred miles of the Great Spirit City, it is forbidden to fly.
Before the horses that were not sold in the villa, everyone could only rush to the ground. Only a few people had pet beasts or some simple means of walking. Most of them were rushing to Xuangong, and they could barely catch up with the ten. The pace of Frost God and Mu Tianyang - they walk like a walk, but one step, it is a hundred meters, almost a kind of magical power.
In a twinkling of an eye, the gates of the Great Spirit City are far away.
"Oh, the group of villagers, don't know that from that remote state, they went on foot on foot, even a group of thin horses can't afford it? Hahaha, too poor..." A big thorny voice suddenly came from the city Passed under the door.
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I am going to update the monthly ticket, and there is a chapter tonight.
Double the monthly ticket these days, one over the past two.