There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

Let's look around, maybe the boss is a hydrogen bomb detonated in the air!

When the little gun fairy suggested this, their eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, the boss is so strong, it is not difficult to detonate a hydrogen bomb in the air.

Perhaps it was detonated with sword energy?

They searched around with hope, climbing over mountains and ridges, hoping to find that person.

but none……

The entire area around Qingcheng was full of destroyed trees. They couldn't find any trace of Chen Banxian's existence. On the contrary, some people began to feel unwell and were affected by the radiation.

I have to go back and take it easy.

They retreated, and Fang Ping was affected the most, so they had no choice but to give up.

Chen Banxian, not found.

Everyone's hearts sank. They vaguely guessed the terrible truth, but didn't want to believe it.

No one can resist the terrifying man-made power of God at close range, no one.

They just don't want to give up.

But the reality was still reality, and they had no choice but to retreat. The Little Gun Fairy used the broken gun to build a tomb for Chen Banxian, while Fang Ping secretly swore that he would find an opportunity to resurrect him in the future!

However, night.

Banjiao woke up and once again flew towards the explosion pit, screaming in the air.

Woo...

Woo...

Regardless of the terrible radiation, it couldn't fly anymore and crawled on Qingcheng with its two claws, screaming one after another without stopping.

It still held out hope, trying to find that good-looking person among some intact ruins, looking for the person carrying the plaque and blocking its head.

On the first day, its scales were swollen and exposed to terrible radiation. The cells divided malignantly without restriction, the skin became necrotic, and the blood and body fluids were no longer restricted.

Its blood vessels collapsed, but it still refused to stop searching, and its screams were hoarse.

The deserted ruins are the only one surviving, still refusing to let go of any place where people can hide.

On the third day, its scales fell off, its flesh and blood were blurred, and its blood was almost drained. It didn't give up. Banjiao just didn't give up and completely gave up on his life.

Finally, it opened a brick and saw...

A sword hilt.

The half-dragon was overjoyed, and used its bloody and broken claws to dig wildly. It broke bones and tendons, exposed internal organs, and dug out the sword spirit, but it did not stop.

The sword spirit has clear consciousness, so the explosion can't hurt him.

Oh... don't look for it.

The sword spirit was persuading, looking melancholy.

He was very sorry: There have been several generations of sword slaves, and I don't know how many sword holders there are, but this son can be the first.

It seems that only those who were buried with great righteousness can be equipped with the word virtue on the sword body.

Ugh~ vomit...

The half-dragon turned a deaf ear, its eardrums were damaged long ago, and it coughed up dirty blood after just a few words of call, and its throat ruptured.

The destruction of its body by radiation is far less terrifying. It is only because of its desperate search in the ruins.

The cement that used to be easily broken is now smoothing its bones. If one claw is gone, another one will be replaced, and if the other one is gone, a tail will be replaced.

You little dragon, do you want to die here?

The sword spirit angrily shouted: Leave quickly! You will die!

Banjiao didn't answer, but bit into the ruins bricks with his teeth, and then bit off his teeth.

Can't tell if it's a lump of mud or broken bones.

Finally it gave out all its strength, and the dragon's wounds no longer bleed blood, but instead turned black and yellow.

It completely fell onto the ruins, staring at the ruins with its eyes, unwilling to close them.

I remember that boy said that you were his prisoner, why are you working so hard?

The sword spirit sighed, he couldn't move or do anything.

The half-dragon had neither the strength to move nor the strength to scream. In its few memories, it was that man who freed it from the cage, who avenged itself, and who brought it to live in the human world.

In its view, a sincere companionship is tens of millions of times better than the cold and bloodthirsty fighting in nature.

It is a demon, its wisdom has been enlightened, and it understands what preciousness is.

It doesn’t know hell, but it has seen heaven and can never return to hell.

Banjiao thought about his past, from the beginning of breaking out of his shell, being lonely and helpless, to surviving, to hiding, and finally to the appearance of that person.

It turned into the shadow blocking its head.

Woo...

The half-dragon raised its head and wanted to move, but it completely lost the ability to move. The world in front of it was dark and increasingly hazy, and its consciousness became increasingly chaotic.

It maintained this posture, its eyes widened, and its life flowed away rapidly...

Qingcheng is six hundred kilometers away from here. Qingshuang raised a smile on her lips.

He felt that the pardon seal that was weighing on his head dissipated, and his restrictions were gradually loosened.

Hehe, hehehe...

Qingshuang smiled, very happily!

He is treacherous. He is no longer a human being. He is an evil god who harms people's lives. His level was once so high that it was scary. Now, his restraints are gone!

He can let go and do what he wants, for example, eat some life and play.

But as soon as she made any move, her expression suddenly changed!

Damn it!

Qingcheng, in the big pit, where there was no one, a piece of rag slowly moved.

Then, time reversed, and a fox tail swept gently, gradually outlining a complete figure.

Chen Banxian is naked, his body is perfectly straight, he returns from death and is reborn from the ashes.

One life is missing.

Chen Banxian sighed softly, seeing Banjiao's miserable appearance.

Unexpectedly, you came to me in the end.

Chen Banxian hugged its bloody figure distressedly, feeling that the vitality in its body was rapidly passing away.

Drawing out the sword spirit, Chen Banxian shouted and asked:

How many life crystals can I get?

The sword spirit seemed to have seen a ghost. What kind of resurrection method is this?

Stop talking nonsense, life crystal, let me hang her life!

He shook the sword spirit, who tried his best to condense strands of crystal dew and dripped on the half-dragon body.

Chen Banxian moved. The Demon Summoning Meridian Qi had been overused and had not yet recovered. He quickly moved away from here and went to a place without radiation to hang Banjiao's life.

Three days, three full days, before Banjiao's life was suspended and out of danger.

There is no solution to nuclear radiation, but the sword spirit has a lot of background, and the crystal dew of life can actually repair genes.

woke up?

Chen Banxian's voice had never been gentler.

Woo~

The half-dragon pupils reflected his figure, in disbelief, and then filled with joy!

…

Nine days later, Baihu City.

It is vast and vast, with high-rise buildings and buildings on the lake, surrounded by loving water.

Baihu City, unlike imagination, is not a city with walls.

Instead, it is a city surrounded by mysterious white fog.

Shrouded in white mist, the city became hazy, and people kept coming in and out of the white mist.

This huge city actually uses space channels for defense and base.

Such a big gesture, is it the ability of that extraordinary person?

Under the largest white mist passage, the guards are tight and orderly. Soldiers with live ammunition and extraordinary people guard the place.

A cloaked figure slowly arrived, carrying a long sword and a small snake strangely wrapped around his shoulder.

The snake was also surprised. It was only about the thickness of a thumb, but it had claws and horns on its head. Its tail grabbed the man's collar tightly.

Brush your pass.

The guards monitor everyone and don't let anyone suspicious get by.

Chen Banxian wearing a cloak is not surprising, but he does not have a pass.

What is a pass? He asked directly: Is it an ID card?

What's worse, his ID card has been lost in some nook and cranny.

Who still uses ID cards these days?

The guard teased: New here?

Yes, yes, I just escaped here.

Chen Banxian asked: How to apply for this pass?

How to do it?

The guard smiled and called to the person next to him: Old Huang, it's time to work.

Lao Huang is a man in his forties or fifties, with an unkempt beard and gray hair.

Oh, another lucky guy came here.

He called to Chen Banxian: Whoever comes here quickly, I'll help you get a pass.

So Chen Banxian walked over and Old Huang looked him up and down: What kind of pass do you want to apply for?

What other types of passes are there?

Chen Banxian asked humbly: Is there any difference?

Of course there is a difference!

Lao Huang wiped the dirt on his hands and took out an A4 paper from his arms.

Card-like items in four colors are drawn on A4 paper.

Grey, white, blue, green.

Four colors.

“This gray soul is a temporary pass and cannot spend the night in the city.

This white one is an ordinary pass, which allows you to live in the city.

This blue one is an advanced pass, which can only be obtained by important talents or extraordinary people.

This green pass can go to the entire Baihu City, and it is the highest level.

Of course Chen Banxian wanted the highest level. He pointed at the green pass and said, Get me this one.

Do this? Lao Huang laughed: Young man, are you thinking too much.

Let me ask you, do you have a lot of money?

Chen Banxian's four pockets now weigh the same weight, of course not.

Seeing that Chen Banxian didn't answer, Lao Huang asked again: Are you powerful?

He was alone, and his power, including the dragon, the sword spirit, and the female giant Loli beside him, made him four people.

Lao Huang laughed: Gauguin would have made a huge contribution not to mention.

He asked Chen Banxian: Young man came here alone. Is he a person with extraordinary abilities? What is your ability? If possible, I will get you a blue one and only charge this amount.

Lao Huang raised three fingers.

Still have to collect money.

Chen Banxian has no money now.

He frowned: Isn't it free?

free?

As soon as Lao Huang opened his voice, he immediately attracted the attention of the crowd around him: Where are the free things these days? Do you want to get a pass?

The voice is very loud, and most people may be blushing and hand over their money to prove that they are not poor.

But Chen Banxian is so smart. He asked from behind his hood: Can't we do it without money? Isn't there any preferential treatment for survivors?

He even stood on the moral high ground and asked Lao Huang:

If Baihu City is like this, then why don't we let ordinary people live?

Tsk, I met a master.

Old Huang's expression darkened: Boy, the gray one is free. The first application is free. If you can't get money in the city, you'll have to live outside the city.

The outside of Baihu City is not desolate, it is also very developed, but without the security inside the city, it will face attacks from monsters.