The position of the commander of the Holy Dao

Nine luminaries mountain.

Scorched earth was everywhere, and the land was red for thousands of miles.

On the vast land, there were large and small potholes all over the place, and they were filled with traces of the righteous and demonic Dao's spells.

The stench of blood and charcoal intertwined and dispersed.

White bones were exposed in the air, and vengeful spirits were wandering around. It was a tragic scene in the human world.

A blood carriage flew across the sky.

In the blood carriage, PEI Ling was cultivating as he hurried on with his journey.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His spiritual will sensed that a flying magic treasure in the shape of a city gate had appeared in front of him. It was suspended in the air.

This was the yin corpse city of Cizhou that Senior Sister li had mentioned, one of the important strongholds of the four devil Dao sects. It was also the agreed meeting place for the younger generation.