The city ahead was decorated with lights and colors. Even from a distant hilltop, it was incredibly beautiful. When we got closer, we discovered how huge this city was.
The city wall was almost endless and incredibly high.
From Zhang Feixuan's perspective, the city gate is at least twenty meters wide!
Tall, broad, and majestic.
Even the city gate looked magnificent, and there were no soldiers guarding it. On the road leading out from the city gate, there were three long lines marching in an orderly manner.
Among these people, there were businessmen driving trucks, a family of three pulling a cart, some with ragged clothes, and some tall and strong.
"Senior Brother, what should we do?" Zhang Feixuan asked.
In such a big city, except for the bell lying in the yellow wind, the other three were a little hesitant to move forward.
They are treated like rats in the gutter. Not to mention big cities, even small cities don't dare to approach them easily, let alone such a magnificent existence. They don't even bother to look at a huge city like this.
Now that we can be so close, I feel a little nervous.
"The last breath of the Duoshen Sect is here. Don't be in a hurry. Go in and take a look at the situation in the city first. Don't disturb the mortals." Song Yin said calmly.
Fortunately, it wasn't a massacre at the beginning.
They were afraid that Song Yin would rush in without knowing right or wrong and kill the target directly. It would be simple, but it would also be simple for them.
Simply wait to die.
You won't know what's going on, and when the time comes you'll be in the dark and just waiting to die.
The appearance of Song Yin and others attracted the attention of the people behind them. When they saw Song Yin in a Taoist robe and the bell lying in the yellow wind, they did not show any surprise, but were just a little surprised and a little awed.
One of the sturdy men with his hair tied up in a bun clasped his fists towards them and said, "Greetings, Immortal. My name is Yuan Ling. May I ask what brings you here?"
Although this man looks strong, he is just a mortal and has no power or aura.
Zhang Feixuan and others didn't want to pay attention to this man. He was just a mortal and had no qualifications to talk to them.
Song Yin, on the other hand, also clasped his fists in response and said, "My name is Song Yin, I come from the Golden Immortal Sect, and I came here to slay demons and save the world!"
"It turns out to be the Great Immortal of the Golden Immortal Sect"
The sturdy man named Yuan Ling said with a smile: "Slaying demons and monsters? That's a great ambition. But I will become a cultivator when I come to Jiangjun City this time. If I can be selected, I will be the same as the great immortals!"
There was a look of longing in this man's eyes.
A relatively thin man nearby turned his head and bowed to Song Yin and the others, saying:
"The name of the Golden Immortal Sect is well-known. Now that I see him, he is indeed handsome and has an extraordinary temperament!"
Song Yin's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh? Have you heard of the Golden Immortal Sect?"
"Of course, I also have the ambition to slay demons and eliminate evil, and to be the righteous way of the world. I wonder if the immortal would accept me as his disciple?" The thin man suddenly bent down and bowed heavily.
After these words were spoken, Zhang Feixuan and the other three looked at each other with strange expressions.
Is the Golden Immortal Sect still so famous
If there really was one, it would have disappeared long ago. It's obvious that this person is just being polite.
As this person spoke, the people around him also started talking, begging Song Yin to accept them as his disciples.
This should be a happy thing.
With so many people wanting to join the Golden Immortal Sect, it means that the sect can grow stronger.
Song Yin just glanced at them, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and shook his head, saying: "You have no chance to be with my Golden Immortal Sect."
It's more than just lack of fate.
In the Golden Immortal Sect, not to mention the eldest brother's divine eyes, even they themselves can tell whether a mortal is a perfect person or not.
After all, this is how they make their living, and they have extensive experience in this area.
Except for the one named Yuan Ling, all the others are just scum!
It was obvious that it had been sucked away by other sects.
"No chance"
The person who spoke first sighed, his shoulders slumped, and he bowed to Song Yin without saying anything more.
Yuan Ling patted the man on the shoulder and consoled him, "It's nothing. It's just that you don't have the chance to become a great immortal from the Golden Immortal Sect. There are a lot of immortal fates in General City. There will always be a chance!"
"Thank you for your comfort, brother. I will stay in this General City. I just don't know if you have any route. Can you take me with you?" The man smiled flatteringly.
"This..." Yuan Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "It's not convenient to tell you, I don't know if I can be selected yet."
"Want to cultivate immortality? You can join my Golden Immortal Sect. You have the qualifications." Song Yin said.
Yuan Ling's eyes showed surprise, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Great Immortal. If I am not chosen, I will definitely go to the Golden Immortal Gate!"
“Yoho?!”
Wang Qizhen was not happy with this. He stared at the man who was about the same height and build as him and shouted, "You still have a choice?!"
There really is no way for ordinary people to practice cultivation, it all depends on luck. But this guy was recruited by the eldest brother himself, and he actually wanted to choose.
"Don't blame this great immortal."
Yuan Ling quickly apologized, "That's not what I meant. Sorry, I'm a rough person and I'm not very good at speaking. It's not that I dislike the Golden Immortal Sect, but I have ambitions and hope to be selected."
As he spoke, he glanced obscurely at those who were listening, and did not dare to say all his words, for fear of being discovered.
"No problem."
Song Yin said, "It's just a personal choice. When it comes to cultivating immortals, it's all about fate, and you can't force it. But from what you said, there are so many choices in this city?"
"That's not the case."
The one who answered was the relatively thin man, with a little expectation in his eyes: "This is Jiangjun City, there are many immortals. If someone takes a fancy to you, then you will be a cultivator. Even if you really don't have immortal fate, living here is better than other places."
He pointed at the twinkling lights outside the city gate and said, "This General City is known as the City of Eternal Night. I heard that the prince used his great power to keep the General City in darkness forever, so that the lights can shine day after day, becoming a wonder of our country!"
The lights on the city gate tower alone are colorful, illuminating the area in front of the city gate with brilliant lights, so beautiful.
Lord
Song Yin narrowed his eyes, "King Kui?"
"That's right! Our country's King Kui, who guards the western border, is said to have 100,000 soldiers under his command and holds great power. He is also a great immortal like you!"
The man puffed out his chest, looking extremely proud. Then, he saw that the team ahead was obviously loosening up, so he bowed to them and said, "Master, I'm going into the city first!"
Yuan Ling also bowed, said goodbye to Song Yin and the others, and ran towards the city gate.
"Brother, this Sunflower King."
Zhang Feixuan's eyes jumped, and he was about to explain when he saw Song Yin waving his hand and saying:
"It seems that the mortals here don't understand anything, and they only know a little about the Kui King. If you tell them the truth, they will misunderstand you. Mortal matters are for mortals, and spiritual matters are for spiritual practice. Before the matter is resolved, it is useless to tell them, and it will cause panic among the mortals."
Well, you've explained yourself.
Zhang Feixuan pursed his lips and lowered his head and said, "Senior brother is right."