Genius Daddy in the City

Fengdu is also called a ghost town.

This place has been considered by the world to be the destination of people after death since ancient times, and the facilities in Fengdu are all based on people's fantasies about the underworld.

Such as the Gate of Hell, Road to the Underworld, City of Wasted Death, Palace of Hell, Wangxiang Terrace, Wangchuan River, Three Life Stones, Eighteen Levels of Hell, Naihe Bridge, Six Paths of Reincarnation and so on.

This is a cultural inheritance that has been rooted in China's bones for thousands of years, although it is denied by today's scientific outlook.

But it still satisfies the curiosity of the world.

Therefore, Fengdu, located in the land of Bayu, has become a tourist attraction. Every year, countless tourists come here to get up close and personal with the feudal psychology that they are most unwilling to accept and cannot suppress.

On Huangquan Road.

When Ye Chen and others chased them here, they found that the two people fleeing in front suddenly disappeared.

Luo Tianya frowned and said, "It's strange. These two people were about to catch up right away. How could they suddenly disappear?"

"If I guessed correctly, this is Huangquan Road, known as the place where ghosts are attracted." Ye Chen spoke slowly.

Everyone couldn't help but look around, but what caught their eyes was a quiet path. From a distance, it looked like a human tongue.

There are no bright flowers on both sides of the path, let alone lush green trees.

Instead, there are tombstones with no end as far as the eye can see. There are no weeds around them, just white flowers and burning candles.

As the cold wind blew, the candle light kept flickering, and the petals floated quietly in the air, like pieces of white paper money in memory of the deceased under the tombstone.

"Woooooooo..."

The cold wind is like weeping and complaining. It seems like crying, and it seems to be telling everyone who has arrived here everything that has happened in the past.

Depressed, sad, desolate...

People gradually followed behind them, but without exception they were shocked by the countless tombstones in front of them.

There are so many tombstones in Fengdu!

“How could this happen, how could this happen!!!”

Someone suddenly murmured to himself: "I have been to Fengdu. At that time, there were only artificially carved Bianhua flowers around Huangquan Road. Why are there suddenly so many tombstones?"

Everyone was shocked.

I didn't think he was crazy.

Because this Fengdu is just a tourist attraction, everything is modeled after the legendary Fengdu.

A strong man took a breath and said: "I feel like we are approaching an unknown secret..."

At this time, the old man holding the sword landed in front of a tombstone with the light of the sword, and he suddenly froze.

"Sage Kunwu died in 170 BC. Before his death, he killed three great immortals for nine days alone..."

His figure trembled, and an extremely hoarse voice slowly came from his mouth.

As his words fell!

There was total silence.

Countless people showed horror in their eyes.

saint!

It turned out to be a tomb of a saint!

The old man holding the sword looked at the tombstone in front of him, where there was a short sword stuck on the grave.

It's just that the dagger has long been decayed. Apparently, over the long years, the spirit of the weapon inside has also perished.

"Whoosh..."

Another strong man fell in front of a tombstone and read: "Sage Cangxuan fell in 170 BC. Before his death, he did not hesitate to self-destruct, killing five great immortals and severely injuring eight people!"

"Sage Chiyang, who fell in 170 BC, single-handedly intercepted an outside religion in the Kunlun Mountains, and finally died in a fierce battle!"

"Sage Tianyuan fell in 171 BC. He was besieged and died by the seven great immortals who sacrificed their lives..."

"The Great Sorcerer Saint Brian died in 175 BC. He did not hesitate to waste his life, used the Holy Light Technique to defend a city, and fought to the last man..."

"Sword Master Miya Fujita died in 70 BC. At the cost of reincarnation, he swung his last sword towards the sky..."

"Amor Wolf King..."

"..."

As the handwriting on each tombstone was interpreted one by one, everyone's expressions became increasingly ugly, and in the end, waves of turmoil arose in their hearts.

Dead silence, deathly silence!

No one spoke, everyone was frantically digesting the information on the tombstone, feeling thunder rolling in their minds.

A hundred tombstones!

There are a hundred tombstones here!

And the owner of the tombstone was a saint during his lifetime!

In other words, one hundred saints are buried here!

Even though spiritual energy has been revived, there are almost no saints alive in all parts of the world, and quasi-sage is already the highest state at present!

However, one hundred saints are buried here!

How can this not be shocking! ! !

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of crazy laughter broke the dead silence, and I saw a person with disheveled hair and a crazy laugh on his face: "Fake, it must be fake, I don't believe it, hahaha..."

He laughed and kicked down a tombstone.

"Asshole!"

"presumptuous!"

This man's rudeness immediately angered most of the people present. The old man with the sword slashed at him with one sword: "This is the place where all the saints of our human race sleep. How dare you blaspheme!!!"

After the man's arm was cut off by a sword, he was thrown heavily and flew out. Only then did he wake up, and then he cried loudly.

"A hundred saints have fallen, a hundred saints have fallen!!!"

Some people also cried: "What has happened to our human race, and why did a hundred saints die here!"

Despair, extremely desperate!

Saints are already legendary beings and are considered the most powerful people, yet they still fall, and hundreds of them fall at one time.

How can these quasi-sages accept this? How not to despair about it! ! !

Ye Chen took one step forward and scanned each tombstone in turn, his expression becoming solemn.

"Tomb of All Saints, Tomb of All Saints!!!"

Luo Tianya's mood collapsed. This extremely confident man of heaven also felt sad: "Among the hundred tombstones here, more than fifty are from our country!!!"

"I understand, I finally understand!"

There were ripples in Ye Chen's heart: "No wonder the saints of Kunlun Ruins have disappeared, no wonder the path to the saints of Kunlun Ruins has been cut off..."

"It turns out...it turns out that most of them died and were buried here!"

He clenched his fists and looked at the lines of writing on the tombstone with a sad face: "The time difference between these people's lives and deaths was between 170 BC and 70 BC, a full hundred years. It must have experienced great catastrophes in the past hundred years!”

Ancestor Huangquan walked over at this time, his eyes focused on a tombstone, which read.

"Sage Chiyang, who fell in 370 BC, single-handedly intercepted an outside religion in the Kunlun Mountains, and finally died in a fierce battle!"

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said: "Fellow Daoist Ye, my ancestor suspects that the great calamity you mentioned should be related to the powerful people from outside the territory!"

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(ps: Chapter 4, this book has 2,010 chapters today. Thank you all for your companionship along the way. Some people say that companionship is the longest confession of love. Here, I solemnly express my gratitude to everyone, and at the same time, I will also express my gratitude to you all. I apologize for updating the question. It’s the new year soon. I will maintain a good state and create more exciting stories for everyone. I will also accept your supervision and criticism in the future and make corrections one by one. Thank you!)