I have a city in another world

Chapter 7086 The Shocked Feng Jiu Kui
In the ruins of the city, Tang Zhen walked alone among the broken walls.

He was searching for supplies and acquiring specially made spatial equipment, intending to bring it back to his own territory for use.

The spatial equipment he uses does not require magical power to operate; it can be used simply by thinking, and ordinary mortals can also operate it.

For cultivators, this is a priceless treasure, and once they learn of it, they will undoubtedly fight tooth and nail to seize it.

After advancing to the ninth-level cultivator, Tang Zhen, considering his own situation, specially crafted this concealed storage magic treasure.

It is indeed very convenient to use now.

Tang Zhen showed no fear of the chaotic environment around him; with his abilities, he was truly unafraid of the cultivators of this realm.

Those who are reckless and dare to provoke us should not be spared either.

The mountain town settlements of today are completely different from those before the war. Resources are under official control, and ordinary people don't have much to their name.

The vast majority of supplies were stored in official warehouses and heavily guarded.

However, with the outbreak of war, these warehouses were severely damaged, and many supplies were reduced to ashes in the flames.

Tang Zhen searched two warehouses and finally found a batch of grain, amounting to about twenty tons.

This is only a part of it, but it is enough to meet the needs for a long time. After this period, the sown grain will grow.

As the spiritual vein is destroyed, the concentration of spiritual energy in the surrounding area increases dramatically, and plants will grow extremely lushly.

The crops that have been sown should yield a good harvest if they are well cared for.

After collecting the food, Tang Zhen continued to gather tools and weapons for the survivors who followed him.

Since the survivors volunteered to follow him, Tang Zhen was determined to take responsibility and make their lives better.

These are the basic requirements for a city lord. Even if I am no longer a city lord, my habits and standards will not change.

All we can say is that those survivors made the right choice and followed a true strongman.

While searching for weapons, Tang Zhen arrived at the inner city gate.

The inner city was heavily guarded, and ordinary people could not enter it, but it was no problem for Tang Zhen.

However, he never intended to go inside to take a look. What the survivors considered a paradise was, in Tang Zhen's eyes, not even as good as a doghouse.

Although the inner city's high-ranking officials fled and took away high-level supplies, they left behind a large number of weapons and daily necessities.

Once we've collected everything we need, we can return home satisfied.

In the days to come, no matter how turbulent the outside world may be, there is no need to feel anything; one can simply close the door and live a peaceful life.

Unfortunately, some people were unwilling to let Tang Zhen have his way and willingly offered themselves up to die.

As soon as Tang Zhen entered the inner city, someone blocked his way and pounced on him with a sinister grin.

This group consisted of forty people, cultivators from a transcendent organization called Black Wind Valley, whose leader possessed a cultivation level of the late second stage.

Seeing that Tang Zhen was alone and showed no signs of energy fluctuation, they assumed he was an easy target.

Several members surrounded him, attempting to kill him to gain more points.

The strong members of the team didn't even bother to glance at them.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred; Tang Zhen's speed was as fast as lightning, far exceeding everyone's expectations.

Facing the attack of five men, he moved like a ghost, dodging all attacks while his ordinary dagger trailed a dazzling, cold light. To shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture a thief, first capture his king.

With a flash of cold light, Tang Zhen appeared behind the second-tier cultivator. His dagger slashed precisely across the man's neck, and blood gushed out. The cultivator didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground, dead.

His group of accomplices were terrified when they saw this and turned to run away, but they were all hit in vital areas by several pieces of gravel that Tang Zhen casually threw, and they all died.

The second group they encountered turned out to be a group of Blood Demon Sect cultivators, led by a cultivator at the early stage of the third rank named Li Qianhun, who was also Feng Jiu Kui's rival within the sect.

Feng Jiu Kui, who was secretly following, gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

In the struggle for resources, he and Li Qianhun developed an irreconcilable feud, each wishing the other could be eliminated as soon as possible.

If Tang Zhen were to kill Li Qianhun, that would be perfect.

However, Tang Zhen is alone, while Li Qianhun's group has a hundred people, so killing him will be extremely difficult.

Seeing that Tang Zhen was alone, the Blood Demon Sect cultivators tried to kill him, but were instead met with a powerful counterattack from Tang Zhen.

Within a few breaths, more than twenty people collapsed to the ground and could not get up.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Qianhun knew that he was no match for Tang Zhen. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran away, even burning his own blood essence to gain a brief burst of speed.

Feng Jiu Kui had been secretly following from a distance, and upon witnessing this scene, he was immediately filled with excitement.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately made a move in the shadows, flicking out a poisoned silver needle from his fingertip and silently shooting it toward Li Qianhun's leg.

Although the silver needles were not fatal, they successfully slowed down Li Qianhun's escape, creating an excellent opportunity for Tang Zhen to attack.

Feng Jiu Kui had a clever plan. He wanted to use Tang Zhen to kill his enemy on the spot, while he would hide behind the scenes and reap the benefits, thus eliminating a major threat without exposing himself.

However, to Feng Jiu Kui's disappointment, Tang Zhen did not fall for the trick.

He merely watched coldly as Li Qianhun fled in a disheveled state, without giving chase, as if the other's life or death had nothing to do with him.

In Tang Zhen's view, Li Qianhun was already a stray dog ​​and not worth fearing. There was no need to waste time on such a person, let alone be used as a pawn by others.

Seeing that Tang Zhen did not pursue, Feng Jiu Kui felt a pang of disappointment, but he could only sigh inwardly and suppress this grudge for the time being, planning to find a suitable opportunity to get rid of Li Qian Hun later.

After walking for a while, Tang Zhen arrived at the core area of ​​the inner city. Although the houses had collapsed due to the earthquake, their former appearance was still evident.

The architectural style here is distinctly different, with towering walls made of huge bluestones and covered with intricate runes.

Various sculptures are scattered throughout the damaged garden, leaning precariously due to the earthquake.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the ruins, blocking Tang Zhen's path.

It was a strangely shaped cultivator with a hideous red devil mask on his face. The mask was covered with eerie patterns that seemed to be integrated with his flesh and blood, making it impossible to see his true face.

His body underwent a significant mutation, with four long arms sprouting from his back. Each arm held a short blade that shimmered with an eerie green light, and the blades exuded a chilling, malevolent aura.

He stared intently at Tang Zhen with his eyes, which shone with greed and ferocity through the gaps in the mask, as if he were appraising a rare treasure.

A foul, fishy smell, accompanied by a sense of oppression, gradually permeated the air, making the surrounding air feel stagnant.

"Hehehe, another fool who doesn't know his own limits."

However, your blood and energy are quite unique, unlike that of ordinary people; I imagine the taste must be quite delicious.

His hoarse, eerie voice carried confidence and certainty, as if Tang Zhen were a cockroach that could be crushed at will.

Feng Jiu Kui, hiding in the shadows, suddenly narrowed his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, "The one who presided over the sacrifice! It's one of the three who presided over the sacrifice! This is troublesome!"