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When Ning Wufeng and the other two left the Yu Ling City, they directly set their destination at the capital of the Great Qin ? the Xiandu!

Great Qin was the most flourishing, most central place in the eastern part of the continent. Legends were ten times bigger than Yu Ling City s.

Along the way, Yan Ling told Ning Wufeng everything he knew about the Xiandu.

The Xiandu had been passed down since the Primordial Era, and in the Ancient Era, it was a majestic city that had given birth to the Xia Emperor, one of the three emperors. There were many large families, and most of them had strong backgrounds. It could be said that "spirits are everywhere, fake pills are everywhere".

Even if the Essential Pill Stage Cultivator was in the Xiandu, they weren't those kind of enigmatic existences.

"As long as you can pay a sufficient price, you can even recruit Essential Pill Stage Cultivator as your subordinate." Yan Ling said with a smile.

"There are still treasures there that can extend their lifespan, ancient inheritance s that are loud and unpredictable, allowing countless cultivators to flock there like a flock of ducks. All of the first-rate powers in Great Qin have branches in the Xiandu, and there are even some extraordinary powers. "

"How do you know?" Ning Wufeng suddenly asked.

"I... "I heard about it." Yan Ling coughed heavily, his expression a little awkward.

Hearing that, Ning Wufeng couldn't help but lick his lips. This was the place he wanted to go.

"But where is our next stop?" he asked, impatient.

"Ming King City." Yan Ling pondered for a moment, and said.

Ming King City?

Ning Wufeng's face changed, why did the name sound so familiar? At first glance, he felt that this Ming King City was somehow related to him.

The Enlightened Ruler Spell, as well as the lineage of the Duke Ming that it represented. The existence that even the blood shadow feared before, could it be related to this Ming King City?

In his heart, he couldn't help but yearn for the Ming King City.

However, Yan Ling added on, "Young Noble, the first tier power in Ming King City is a little strange, so it's better if we stay there for as long as possible."

"Strange?" Ning Wufeng's face could not help but change, even Yan Ling had a look of extreme caution, which showed that this was not child's play.

He nodded slightly in agreement.

The Immortal Relic Continent was just too big, there was always someone above him, so it was better to be a little more cautious in this world.

After roughly half a month of travel, Ning Wufeng and the other two finally reached the surface of the Ming King City.

There were rows upon rows of low rise houses in the fields, and all the houses were closed, with banners full of rune hanging in front of their doors.

If not for Yan Ling's explanation, Ning Wufeng even suspected that there was no one in these villages.

"Most of the people in the Ming King City all believe in Duke Ming, so these people are all willing to come out at night to work and rest during the day. Resting time is different from other people in Spirit City. "

It was indeed a bit strange. Ning Wufeng thought in his heart, but in his heart, he was also slightly curious about the Ming King City, and he suddenly felt a power calling out to him.

The three of them continued forward, and finally, they saw signs of humans.

"Have you heard? Recently, the ghost calamity in the city has become more and more serious. " Two people walked past them, talking quietly.

"Isn't that so? That little cousin of mine is a disciple of the Sacred Palace. I heard that there's a rumor circulating within the Sacred Palace that a half-step Ghost General is causing this disaster. For this, the Sacred Palace has bestowed an enormous reward. " Another person whispered.

The two of them were dressed in profound robes, on it were decorations of rune s that dazzled people's eyes, they emitted a faint luster. As the two of them spoke softly, they would glance at Ning Wufeng and the other two from time to time.

Yan Ling immediately explained: "The Holy Palace they speak of is the Little Ming King Palace. Just now, these two people were probably curious because our clothing was different from theirs. "

"What did they say about the ghost disaster?" Ning Wufeng asked. He didn't know if it was because of the two earlier or because of what had happened, but his voice also became a lot softer.

"There are many spatial rifts in the Ming King City, and some spatial rifts lead straight to the nine nether regions, so there will often be ghosts floating out. But at most, there will only be some Ghost Servant, ghost soldiers, and the like.

's face revealed a look of enlightenment. Ghost Servant was stronger than Acupoint Opening Stage cultivator, the ghost soldiers were stronger than Purple Lake Stage cultivator, the ghost soldiers were stronger than him, it was equivalent to Pseudo-pill Stage ultivator, and then on Ghost King, it was equivalent to Half-step Origin Core Stage, or maybe even a little stronger.

"Ghost Generals know how to control these Ghost Soldier Ghost Servant."

"So you're saying, they have Ghost Art s to cultivate?" Ning Wufeng's eyes immediately lit up as he said in surprise.

Yan Ling was a little surprised, he did not know that Ning Wufeng was planning to train in Soul Strength, so he just nodded his head.

"Come, let's go to Ming King City."

Ning Wufeng and the other two headed towards Ming King City.

The Ming King City was not a ghastly place like the one that Ning Wufeng had imagined. There were also people coming and going, but it was very quiet, several times more prosperous than the Yu Ling City. Birdman with five heads and ten arms, Three-eyed King Kong, and Eight Armed Armored Arhat Kong Wu could be seen everywhere.

The bazaar along the street sold all kinds of strange and rare items. There was a kind of "Wise King Talisman" that was extremely popular. Almost every stall had it sold. On a sudden impulse, Ning Wufeng bought three, one for each of them.

The Wise King Talisman was inscribed with the glowering Vajra, and it was emitting a faint spiritual energy fluctuation. Seeing that they were outsiders, the vendor spoke a few more words.

"The Bright King Talisman here is a direct product from the Sacred Palace, it's definitely an authentic item. To be able to repel evil spirits and avoid evil spirits, the effect must be good. "

His voice was hoarse and not loud.

Ning Wufeng could not help but chuckle, this could be considered a common practice, and he immediately asked: "Oh right, boss, why are you all talking so softly here?"

The bazaar was bustling, but everyone spoke very quietly. It sounded a bit strange.

"Shh." The shopkeeper shushed him and said softly, "Since you bought three of those Bright King Talismans in a row, I'll tell you. You can't speak up, it'll alarm the ghosts. "

"What a joke, I don't believe it. There are still ghosts under the clear sky!" The buyer at the side booth was also an outsider. After listening carefully, he shouted at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, everyone's gaze turned towards him.

Anger and dissatisfaction could be seen in the eyes of the crowd, and some sellers even revealed a look of schadenfreude.

"Oh, don't speak up. Now is the time of the ghost calamity, so if you speak up, you will be remembered by the ghost. " The stall owner across from Ning Wufeng was extremely enthusiastic and hurriedly tried to persuade him in a low voice.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you that I am from the Great Sun City, and am here to experience some kind of ghost disaster." The man said in a rough voice. He did not care about the gazes of the people around him.

The surrounding vendors looked at him sympathetically and sighed. The stall owner who previously said that he would sell him the Ming King Talisman also revealed an expression of reluctance, as if he was unwilling to be associated with him.

Ning Wufeng chuckled, and then bought a Wise King talisman from a vendor and handed it over to the big sized man, and laughed: "We can be considered to have followed the customs of a country."

The big sized man looked at the cowardly stall owner unhappily and snorted. He walked over and patted Ning Wufeng's shoulder and said: "Brother, you sure are courageous."

As he spoke, he took the Glowing King Talisman and mumbled, "I didn't buy this thing for myself, but for my young master."

Ning Wufeng lightly nodded, he did not expect him to be a loyal man.

However, the stall owner told Ning Wufeng, "Little bro, I said that you better not stay with the others, otherwise you might get into trouble."

Trouble?

Ning Wufeng smiled, if he did not run into some trouble, how would he be able to obtain the Spirit Spell's Spirit Arts?

"Thank you for reminding me, Boss."

On the other hand, the man glared at the stall owner in dissatisfaction and snorted: "Mind your own business, I'll tear down your stall."

The stall owner shrunk his head, not daring to say another word.0

The sturdy man snorted, turned his head and looked at Ning Wufeng: "Brother, looking at you, looking at how you came all the way from the outside, covered in dust, it should be because of this ghost disaster, right? Coincidentally, our young master is organizing a ghost extermination event in Linjiang Pavilion. "Why don't you go over and join in?"

"Our family's young master will definitely like a straightforward person like you."

The Enchanting Committee?

Ning Wufeng's expression changed slightly, although he did not know if this was a joke between a group of rich kids or if they were just dealing with the ghost disaster seriously. However, he still decided to go over and ask around for some information. It was also better than wandering around the city with his head full of questions.

"If that's the case, then I'll have to trouble this brother of mine. I am Ning Wufeng, and I still do not know your name. "

The big guy waved his hand and said, "How could we have such a noble name? It was just a vulgar name that went without saying. You can just call me Tai Xiong. "

Ning Wufeng looked at him.

With that, the big sized man took the lead and led the three of them towards Linjiang Pavilion.

What Ning Wufeng didn't know was that as soon as they stepped into the borders of Ming King City, the towering statue of Duke Ming that was located within the Sacred Palace's Little Ming King Palace, suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, shocking the entire Little Ming King Palace.

"What's going on?" All the disciples of the Emperor Palace looked at this sculpture, which could be called the symbol of the Little Ming King Palace, in shock.

At this time, a vast power instantly came from the depths of Little Ming King Palace.

"Calm down!"

Who would have thought that even the ancestors of the Little Ming King Palace would be shocked.

At almost the same time, several powerful auras were communicating within the palace.

"Ancestor, after so many years, the Wise King's bloodline has finally appeared." Someone said happily.

"Do you know what it's called?" A hoarse voice was heard.

"I am Ning Wufeng!"

The words that Ning Wufeng had said before were repeated by the people here, and it sounded a little strange.

"Ning, Wu, and Feng."

The old ancestor's body was shrouded in a dense fog, and his voice sounded ethereal. A trace of happiness was emitted from his face, unconsciously affecting the flow of spiritual energy in the surrounding space.

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