Li Buzhuo never expected that the so-called Six-pillar Holy City really grew on the pillars.

After killing Sikong Jing, he took away the map, information and fish talismans on the woman. Li Buzhuo went north and finally arrived at the "Dragon Pond" in the Six Pillar Holy City.

Ten miles away, a "high mountain" that is neither stone nor wood is suddenly and strange, and is a pillar of heaven. On this "mountain wall", a total of seven layers of area were hollowed out, and the seven-story city was embedded in the column. From a distance, it was majestic and spectacular, which shocked people.

The six-pillar holy city surrounded by this seven-story city is the Dragon Pool.

Li Buzhuo was at the foot of Longchi and looked far away in several other directions. He could see that the other five six-pillar holy cities were also scattered on the land a hundred miles away.

"According to the geography on the map, these six pillars of holy cities are distributed in hexagons and guarding each other. The center of the six pillars is the place where a virtuous master elected by the upper six tribes."

"There was no mistake in Duanmu Yu's way of contacting the informant. It was just that Sikong Jing secretly planned and stabbed him, and then there was a problem. The informant's place was in Longchi Holy City."

Li Buzhuo was secretly glad that along the way, he had seen two or three upper six tribes with blood curses. It seemed that the upper six tribes were not one and had struggles with each other. Otherwise, there was no need to specifically recommend a respected virtuous master to maintain balance.

However, almost all the six upper tribes with blood curse on their bodies are masters. Even if their cultivation is low, there are masters around them. It can be seen that fighting each other between the six upper tribes is a serious crime, and those who are not prominent in their identities cannot escape the crime.

"Fortunately, the blood curse of Zijia in my body, and if the blood curse of Longchi people in me, I don't have to think about entering this holy city."

"Although I can't transform the blood curse now, I killed the corpse of the corpse in Dongji. There is no evidence of death. It can be concealed with words. As long as I find the informant corresponding to the Duanmu family, I can continue Sikong Jing's plan, justify the identity of the upper six tribes, and lurk in this holy city."

"As long as I can successfully replace Duanmu Yu's identity, I will receive a hundred years of contribution from this clan, and may have the opportunity to participate in the sacrifice of the Six-Pillar Holy City... These six holy pillars, from the appearance alone, are tens of thousands of times larger than the Wuzhi Pillar Pillar, and are the pillars of the entire Cangwu Realm. They not only contain infinite essence of the Tianzhu, but also the divine essence of the Tianzhu. I can use Dongjun's magic to steal the Tianzhu's essence through the Wuzhi Pillar. Perhaps I can get a lot of opportunities next to the Dragon Pool Holy Pillar..."

"Not only that, I still have the opportunity to learn the method of the Longchi tribe. The inheritance of the six upper tribes in the Cangwu realm is very wonderful. Although I have developed the will of swordsmanship, I still lack the magic to adapt to the changes."

"Even if something goes wrong, with my recovery of cultivation and Long Xiao, I can escape when I see the opportunity is not good. This is almost worth taking."

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The Longchi Holy City has seven floors, and most of the lower six tribes live at the lowest level, and only the head ring with a slightly higher status can live at the second to last level.

Further up, it is a place where the upper six tribes can only go. Even some lower six tribes are slaves and handymen, who only do things to serve people.

The fifth, fourth and third floors are mainly composed of the Dragon Pond. The higher the status and status, the higher the family lives. The second floor is the palace, among which the most noble elders among the Dragon Pond.

As for the top floor, it is the place of sacrifice.

On the fourth floor of the Dragon Pool, under the southeast corner of Langfang, countless flags were covered by the horizontal and horizontal flags, the door of a silver shop was half-deadly open. A young man sat at the small table, tying the silver pieces into bells, with a focused expression.

For the six tribes, practicing is naturally the most important thing, but Bo Zhiyin was not very talented and had to focus on other things. However, it was not because of this that he opened this silver shop, which was deserted. In fact, this silver shop was just a concealer. His real identity was a shadow man in the Longchi community.

Shadowman is a person hidden in the shadow and cannot be shy. He is a member of the Dragon Pond who manages intelligence. Such people are generally divided into two categories: one is responsible for top-secret tasks, and the other is useless. They are sent to the public and sort out useful information from trivial rumors, but they are not allowed to be on the table.

Bo Zhiyin belongs to the latter type of filmmaker.

In fact, he heard from the previous generation of filmmakers that a hundred years ago, a single-line filmmaker, was originally responsible for the top secret. At that time, tens of thousands of people in the Cangwu Realm were sent to the lower realm, and there were twelve tribes in the Longchi Holy City. The predecessors of Bo Zhiyin's generation learned about the identity of one of the tribes and were ready to accept their return at any time.

But a hundred years have passed, and almost no one has returned from the spy who went to the lower world. No one knows whether those people are dead or alive. Bo Zhiyin, a shadow man, has gradually become unavailable from being a top secret. He even doubts whether anyone still remembers the mighty plan a hundred years ago.

Bo Zhiyin put down the bell and escaped from his arms half a fish talisman with a layer of amber patina. He thought that if this thing was to be passed on to the next generation of shadow men, it would be better to throw it away in secret, which would be a great idea.

At this time, Li Buzhuo walked into the silverware shop, looked around, and said casually: "One, two, two, two, and two, the winged bird's heart hairpin, and three more descent tassels, four-color long-life locks."

Bo Zhiyin was stunned. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ear. This sentence was the code of the lower people who sneaked into the lower world. After he learned it from the previous generation of shadow people, he often heard it in his dreams.

"What did you say?" Bo Zhiyin asked again with a low voice.

But Li Buzhuo looked at the fish talisman that had not been put away in his hand, and immediately took out Duanmu Yu's other half of the fish talisman and bowed.

"Go to the Duanmuyu to pay homage to the Lord."

Bo Zhiyin's lips trembled, and he snatched the fish talisman in Li Buzhuo's hand, and paired it with the fish talisman in his hand, making a tight fit.

"Where did you get this thing?" Bo Zhiyin's voice changed.

"The elders of the Xiamen left Cangwu a hundred years ago, and now I am alone. I have brought all the information collected by my family for a hundred years."
Chapter completed!