The city is very big, but it lacks vitality because there are too few people.


    The imperial city is towering. Although it is somewhat broken, it still remains vigorous. Unfortunately, only some women and children and some sick and disabled people are left here. The city is too big and there are too few people.


    "This is the dwelling place of the patron saint."


    The one armed old man led Qin Feng to a low mountain in the city, but there was Artemisia at the foot of the mountain. This place was quiet.


    On the mountain, there are dried up black blood, dry and lifeless.


    There is still a patron saint left. What''s the matter now? Is it really alive? Even the people in the city don''t know the details.


    At the critical moment of life and death, the last one of the patrons rarely takes action, because it is very difficult to maintain the imperial city. Only if he is still alive can he urge the power of the imperial city to resist demons.


    "See God!" with reverence and piety, the one armed old man saluted here and paid homage to the low mountain.


    "Pure blood, descendants, Qin Feng has seen the ancient ancestors!" Qin Feng is also very serious and salutes here with respect.


    This God can afford to bend down all the people in the world.


    In any case, guarding the nine gods is heroic and respectable. They fight here with their own people, never retreat, resist the enemy beyond the edge of the sky, and guard the world with their lives.


    Guarding the nine gods roaring the sun and the moon, fighting heaven and earth, with their people, including women and children, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, fighting to the end with the enemy.


    Bodies fell one after another. The blood stained imperial city has made great achievements in the world, but no one outside knows. Years have buried their achievements and names.


    Suddenly, the low mountain glowed, very soft and quiet, spreading outward.


    "I know what you want. Take those children away." this is what I said to the one armed old man. There is no pressure or energy fluctuation. Everything is so calm.


    However, Qin Feng felt a magnificent momentum, not oppressive, but absolutely majestic, inviolable and upright.


    This is a kind of supreme momentum and majesty, which is completely different from those gods in ancient countries. People admire it from the bottom of their hearts.


    The one armed old man immediately got sour eyes, muddy tears rolled down, knelt down immediately and said in a trembling voice, "thank God!"


    "We are useless and bitter children," said the last of the nine patrons, sighing softly, like withered yellow leaves falling.


    Then, the light of the low mountain was introverted, but the last word came out. It was said to Qin Feng. There were only a few words and said, "live well!"


    Is this an exhortation, a warning, or a foresight?


    With only these words, Qin Feng had a hunch that it was the night before the storm and the big waves were about to open! It indicates that there will be a river of blood and mountains of bones, and many people may die!


    There is only the last of the nine patrons. He is very depressed and doesn''t seem to be optimistic about this. Is this a mention of Qin Feng? Survival is the most important!


    It has been a long time since he left the low mountain. The one armed old man didn''t say anything. He was distracted and his eyes were a little dull.


    He knew that the last patron saint, deep in his heart, was endless tiredness and sadness. He fought for thousands of years, for all ages, the war gas fell, and the blood and soul would eventually return to the loess.


    Qin Feng wanted the patron saint to put down here. As long as the patron saint was born, he believed that the gods in the ancient country were by no means their opponents.


    But when he thought about it, he sighed bitterly. It was his fate and their choice to stick here. He had no right and could not interfere.


    In the city, the children are very dull and don''t like to talk. They are quiet one by one. Even if they see Qin Feng for the first time, they are just watching silently.


    This is caused by the depression caused by the war. There is no laughter in the city on weekdays. They have no childhood, no childishness and no happiness. Some just struggle in survival, climb in the sea of corpses and blood, and guard the city.


    Most of these children have lost their parents and lack due warmth. They are facing cold land, cold weapons, blood and bones.


    "Dang..."


    When the bell rang, everyone in the city suddenly had a bright beam of eyes, including the children, who ran quickly and rushed to all parts of the city wall.


    In their hands, they hold all kinds of magic tools, which are very mysterious and powerful!


    Qin Feng was surprised at that time. These children were very vigorous and far beyond their peers in the outside world. They were as fast as one little cheetah after another, and their murderous spirit was better than that of fierce beasts!


    Even a child of several years old looks very vigorous!


    But children are children after all. They hold weapons and only cultivate a kind of consciousness. What''s more, there is no one in the city. The young and strong have died in battle!


    "What happened?" Qin Feng asked.


    "An enemy is coming," replied the one armed old man.


    "The sky crack is about to begin?" Qin Feng''s play shocked. Is the great showdown coming?


    "No..." the old man shook his head and said something to Qin Feng.


    At this time, Qin Feng fully understood that the first imperial city was deeply embedded between the world and the sky, which led to the failure to completely heal the cracks and the frequent attacks of demons.


    However, I don''t know why. Maybe it was the first ancestors who killed outside the sky. There was a Jedi between them, and the power of evil demons was limited,


    With Qin Feng, he rushed to a position, crossed the void, quickly came to a wall and looked down.


    A light curtain has been lifted up to guard the whole ancient city. It is a light curtain formed by runes, which can block God level attacks.


    At the foot of the city, there is a fierce beast with a huge body. It has two heads. One is the head of the ancestor crocodile, which is golden and bright, and the other is the head of the Peng, which is powerful and ferocious.


    It has a large body and a ancestral crocodile body, but it also has a pair of huge golden wings behind it, which are Peng wings.


    Obviously, this is an extremely powerful race. When the one armed old man saw it, he immediately looked like a condensate.


    "Peng crocodile beast." Qin Feng was shocked and turned out to be a divine beast.


    Peng crocodile has long been extinct in the outside world. This kind of divine beast is limited to records and has never appeared in the world. Now, it even appears here.


    But it''s in bad shape and doesn''t seem to have much sense.


    "The power of evil?" carefully felt that Qin Feng was thrilled. The Peng crocodile had this evil spirit.


    The old man sighed, not much.


    Qin Feng''s heart is very heavy. He has guessed something.


    "Nine rank divine beast." Qin Feng sighed lightly. He should have been a divine beast guarding the world. Now


    Fortunately, big black dog and Li Xuanfeng are not in the direction of the city gate, otherwise they will be in danger!


    "Fortunately, it''s just a corpse. Someone used his body to weigh the imperial city again." the one armed old man breathed a sigh.


    This is just the body of a fierce beast. There are powerful creatures who use corpses to show their spirits. They are aimed at the ancient imperial city, and they have done so frequently recently. According to the old man''s guess, evil demons are weighing the power here, and the great showdown is coming soon!