"Junior brother, you are very smart." Shui Yuan looked at Lu Ye, "Going to Haotian City, the road ahead will be thorny, so you must be careful."

"I know." Lu Ye nodded.

To be able to arrange all kinds of things I encountered on the road without anyone noticing, the person behind the scenes must have extraordinary energy and status, and the target is not myself, but the Jade Blood Sect.

The interior of Wanmo Ridge is not monolithic, so why not the Haotianmeng?

There are many sects, big and small, and huge camps composed of families. There are many internal factions, and it is normal for each to have their own plans.

The legacy of the Jade Blood Sect more than 30 years ago has left many people in their hearts.

"You go, there will be no more troubles on the road ahead. After entering the Bingzhou Guard, remember to keep a low profile."

Now that the water mandarin duck has appeared, the people behind the scenes must not dare to do anything else, lest they be caught.

"Yes, Senior Sister, take care!" Lu Ye saluted, turned around and swept away.

Looking at the direction where Lu Ye was leaving, Shuiyuan was silent for a long time, and after a long while, she raised her hand and tapped on her battlefield mark, and sent out a few messages.

As Shuiyuan said, there were no more waves on the road ahead.

Lu Ye galloped all the way, and finally arrived at Haotian City in the evening.

The Twelve Passes of Bingzhou constituted the front line of Bingzhou Haotian League against Wanmo Ridge, and after these twelve passes, it was the center of the entire Bingzhou Guard.

Haotian City is also the last line of defense of Bingzhou Haotian League.

The vast city is majestic and majestic. The city wall alone is hundreds of feet high. On the city wall, there are mottled traces of time all over the place, and traces left after many great wars can be vaguely seen.

Decades ago, Haotian City experienced a catastrophe, and was almost captured by Wanmo Ridge.

If this center is captured that day, Bingzhou will definitely be lost.

So far, all the cities that Lu Ye has seen, in front of Haotian City, are like the difference between grass and big trees. Even if they are dozens of miles away, they can clearly see the various fortifications on the walls of Haotian City.

Urging his figure, he soon arrived in front of Haotian City.

Lu Ye looked around, trying to find the gate, but after looking around, there was no gate in the city.

There are constant monks coming from all directions, and they all directly plunder into the city.

Lu Ye knew in his heart that for monks who could fly into the sky, there was no need for the city gate to exist. If it did exist, it might become a weak point of defense.

If you want to enter the city, just fly in directly.

Knowing how to learn, Lu Ye flew directly over the city wall and swept into the city.

As soon as he set foot in Haotian City, Lu Ye noticed that the battlefield imprint on the back of his hand jumped slightly, and it urgently burst into blue light.

Under normal circumstances, only monks who take the initiative to show their own battlefield marks will have such a reaction.

But there is obviously a mysterious force in Haotian City, which can activate the battlefield imprints of all the monks who enter the city, so as to judge the camp of the incoming people.

In this way, no cultivator from Wanmo Ridge would be able to trespass here.

Although the city is large, there are not too many monks in the city. Most of them are monks from the Cloud River Realm who have just rushed here from outside.

There was an accident at the Yunhe Battlefield, and it was merging into the Wushuang Continent at this time, which caused the Yunhe Battlefield to be temporarily closed, and the monks in the Yunhe Realm who had nowhere to go naturally flocked to the front line of the confrontation between the two camps. JrNovels.com