Wang Xuan nodded slightly and looked solemn.

Mo Yunxiao glanced at Qinglong Banner behind him. "The army array didn’t break up. What magic array is so powerful?"
"I’m afraid it’s not just a magic array …"
Wang Xuan ran Candle dragon’s eyes and looked at it. After that, he sank, "This ancient Zhou Wang Cheng large array is still running and the national mourning curse is fused, so it has this power."
Say from the bosom took out six instrument plate.
The six-instrument panel is also a magic weapon, and it is really powerful, and it can work normally even in this place.
The rotation of the golden rune gradually stopped.
Wang Xuan looked at the left side. "The birth gate is over there. Come with me. Remember not to stir up the array without my order."
"When the birth door is chaotic, we have to look for us again."
"It’s an adult!"
Wang Xuan led the crowd to move forward carefully.
The ground is blue slate, the horseshoe is ringing, and it is surrounded by white fog. There is a strange silence.
Beside Alfred, liu er’s avatar was once again enlightened, but just after the operation, he sobbed and screamed and looked at Wang Xuan pitifully.
"Don’t mess around"
Wang Xuan told then looked at the hands of six instrument plate carefully.
Gradually, there was a noise in the dense fog ahead, and it was not long before it was clearly audible.
It’s an ancient language, and now the pronunciation is different, and men and women are very messy.
Less than 100 meters away, the white fog instantly dissipated and everyone appeared in a busy city.
Surrounded by towering boulders, the building system is now different. The lintel of the carved fence is bronze, which is simple and solemn.
Someone in the shop is drinking and singing loudly …
Smile like a flower, the rouge square goes in and out …
Vendors selling peaches, plums and fruits are amazing and tender …
There is a handsome man shaking his fan, but there is a cow demon carrying luggage behind him …
All kinds of scenes are very different now.
"This is … the ancient state of Zhou!"
Mo Yunxiao was dumbfounded, and the soldiers around him were also full of curiosity.
Ancient Zhou Wen was the heyday of the Terran, and the ancient Zhou rites continued to the present literati, who sang poems to praise tea houses and restaurants.
Of course, most of them are fabrications. After all, there are so few things left in the ancient Zhou Dynasty that people can imagine from the fragments of the ancient books.
Those people, the film and television army passed by them as if the two worlds overlapped.
"It’s all a fantasy!"
Wang Xuan angrily rejected the last look at the six instrument panel.
But at this moment, all the figures in the city stopped and turned to look at the north side of the day, and their eyes were full of fear.