After listening to Zhong Baichuan's words, there was silence in the place, especially those monks who had followed Chen Feng in the Capital of the Dead, with a little sigh on their faces. ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)…
They understand how great Chen Feng's potential is, and they even have no doubt that if nothing unexpected happens, Chen Feng will have the opportunity to step into the fascinating realm of the great emperor after endless years.
However, unexpected events may occur, and such a dazzling new star has already become yesterday's clouds before it has time to bloom.
Oh 7e! The road is ruthless 7e! Everyone felt a pity in their hearts.
"No, it's impossible. Boss, the boss is so good, how could he stop moving forward? You, you lie!" Wang Simiao's face was full of anger, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he pointed at Zhong Baichuan.
"Bold, are you free to question the master of the house?" A monk from the Zhong family shouted angrily when he saw Wang Simiao's impolite behavior and was about to take action, but Zhong Baichuan waved his hand to stop the other man's action and shook his head.
He shook his head and turned towards the temporary building.
At this time, Zhong Baichuan was seriously injured, and he felt ashamed of Chen Feng, so he ignored Wang Simiao's unreasonableness.
Everyone dispersed. Although Wang Ruoyu was also injured, she did not adjust her breath. Instead, she ordered everyone to send Chen Feng to her room to nurse him back to health.
Days passed, and since Zhong Baichuan and Wang Ruoyu did not get any information about the teleportation stone from Hu Mei, they had no choice but to assign people to explore in all directions, hoping to find the whereabouts of the teleportation stone as soon as possible.
On this day, the wind was crisp and the sun was shining brightly. In Baihua Village, a man wearing Guanghan Palace costume was walking slowly along the long street.
This person was none other than Chen Feng, who was on the line between life and death that day.
After several days of recuperation, coupled with the powerful recovery ability of the Immortal Golden Body and the power of the Great Return Pill, Chen Feng finally recovered. However, what made Chen Feng depressed was that his cultivation seemed to have declined.
Although he was still in the realm of transforming into an infant, he could clearly feel that his cultivation was still weakening.
"Is it true that as they said, my cultivation level will plummet?" Chen Feng paced and muttered secretly in his heart.
"Boss, boss!" At this moment, Wang Simiao's voice came from the distance. Chen Feng looked back and saw Wang Simiao running towards him with an excited face.
"Haha, what's wrong, Simiao?" Chen Feng stopped, turned around and said with a smile.
"Here, here, this is for you!" After saying this, Wang Simiao had already ran to Chen Feng, reached out and took out two hand-woven bracelets, and handed them to Chen Feng.
"What is this?" Chen Feng took the bracelet and looked it up and down for a while, a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.
"Sister Q...Sister Wen Qing said that her...there is a saying in her family and hometown that...if you wear a bracelet like this, you will...have good luck and your...all your wishes will come true!" Wang Simiao's face was full of innocence and she was smiling.
I am very happy, as if the bracelet really has that magic power.
Smiling, Chen Feng reached out and patted Wang Simiao on the head, and then said: "Even if this is the case, it seems that there is no need for two!"
"One... one was made up by Sister Wenqing, and one was made up by... me. I... we all want to grow old and get better soon!" At this point, Wang Simiao scratched his head in embarrassment, his face turned red, and he continued.
: "I...I'm not...well at knitting. I've been learning...for a long time, but I still can't knit well. Boss...am I stupid?"
Chen Feng looked around at the two bracelets and found that one was finely crafted and neatly woven, while the other was a bit rough, but it could be seen that it was made with care. He was moved and raised his eyes to look at Wang Simiao: "Don't worry.
,Boss will definitely get better!"
"Well...Boss, there will be no problem...and Sister Wenqing and I both believe it!" Wang Simiao said this with certainty, and nodded hard. Chen Feng felt warm in his heart and patted it hard.
Patting him on the shoulder, he said: "Si Miao, my good brother!"
The refreshing wind rippled gently in Baihua Village, and bursts of floral fragrance spread to people's noses from time to time. Sitting under an ancient tree in the village, Chen Feng looked up at the sky, in a daze, not knowing what to think.
I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Feng suddenly sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes: "Hey 7e! It's been ten days, and my cultivation is still declining. If it continues like this, I'm afraid that I will fall to the pill formation stage soon. What should I do?
What should we do?”
Chen Feng, who had become accustomed to strong cultivation, felt panicked when he didn't come.
Cultivation is the standard for measuring everything in the world of immortality. Without cultivation, Chen Feng does not dare to think about how he will face the future. Xuan'er's whereabouts need to be found by himself. The life and death of his master need to be found.
If you investigate by yourself, the hatred of the formation alliance is waiting for you to avenge it.
But all of this is based on strong cultivation. Once you lose your cultivation, I'm afraid everything will be in vain. Don't talk about the things waiting for you. I'm afraid survival is an extremely difficult task.
Difficult things.
"When 7e!" A clear bell rang, interrupting Chen Feng's thoughts. Chen Feng turned his head and looked in the direction where the bell came from. Then he lowered his head and thought for a while, then hurriedly got up and walked towards the village.
In the center of Baihua Village, more than three hundred monks stood together. Zhong Baichuan and Wang Ruoyu stood in front, talking quietly about something.
After a moment, the two people turned around, glanced at everyone's faces, and said: "The teleportation stone to the next level has been found. All monks are ready. We will gather here in two hours and everyone will set off together!"
"Yes!" There were shouts from the crowd. After a few days of rest, everyone was full of energy. Although entering the next level means facing risks again, it also means taking a step closer to home. Now everyone has
I'm so depressed here that I'm going crazy. I want to rush out of this damn Palace of the Dead right away, return to the Soul Land, and return to my respective sect.
Time ### passed by, two hours passed by in a blink of an eye, and a group of monks rushed back to the gathering place early.
In the breeze, Zhong Baichuan and the two stood upright in front of everyone, then waved one hand and turned into two shooting stars heading into the distance. The other monks rose up one after another, and for a while, the sky was filled with brilliance and brilliance.
All the monks flew into the air one after another, flying quickly towards the distance.
There were auspicious clouds and a strong wind blowing against his face. Chen Feng followed a group of monks and flew forward. His ears were filled with the sound of figures breaking through the sky.
Time passed, and everyone walked and stopped. Six days later, a bright red teleportation stone that looked like blood appeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the teleportation stone so close at hand, everyone couldn't help but sigh. They thought that it had only been a few months since they had entered here, but the number of people in the two factions had dropped to one-tenth of what it is now. The hardships and hardships involved can be imagined.
And know.
Wang Ruoyu looked at the teleportation stone in front of her and sighed slightly in her heart. She didn't know how many floors there were in this damn Palace of the Dead and how long it would take to complete it.
Somehow, Wang Ruoyu, who had always faced the top of Mount Tai without showing any signs of shock, felt a sense of powerlessness. He looked at the red teleportation stone in front of him, with a look of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
"Deputy Palace Master Wang, let's go!" Zhong Baichuan is old and arrogant. At this time, he, like Wang Ruoyu, hates this teleportation stone. But the matter is before us. No matter how difficult it is, he and others will still have to break through.
A break in.
"Well, let's go!" Wang Ruoyu nodded, then walked slowly, raising his feet and walking towards the red mist on the teleportation stone.
"Shua 7e!" Wang Ruoyu's figure seemed to enter the water, causing ripples in the mist. The whole person disappeared as if evaporating from the world. Then everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and walked towards the red mist.
, not long after, everyone disappeared into the mist.
The breeze blew, and weeds were everywhere. The scorching sun was baking the earth like a huge fireball. The ground was scorched yellow, with dry weeds and cracked ground everywhere.
Wang Ruoyu and others opened their eyes and were stunned for a moment when they saw the scene in front of them. Then they saw many people sitting cross-legged not far away, as if waiting for something.
"Palace Master, that's Ying Fei!" After Qi Haifeng opened his eyes, he was the first to spot the crowd in the distance. After carefully identifying them, he hurriedly whispered into Wang Ruoyu's ear.
Following Qi Haifeng's voice, everyone looked towards the group of monks, and saw a crowd of thousands in the distance, and Ying Fei was indeed among them, but outside of Ying Fei, Chen Feng actually discovered
Many familiar figures.
"Master, that's Tianyan from Sword Sect, Han Xiao from Wuliang Valley..." Zhong Baiqi frowned and said quietly beside Zhong Baichuan.
Zhong Baichuan nodded, did not speak, but turned his head to look at Wang Ruoyu.
Chen Feng was curious because he discovered that the monks who snatched the Qiankun Bag from him that day were all there, and during the soul battle, most of the monks sitting in the stands were also involved. It seemed that these people had already arrived here.
I just don’t know why they haven’t moved forward, but chose to wait.
At the same time, the appearance of Wang Ruoyu and others also attracted the attention of the other party. They were all overjoyed and walked towards Wang Ruoyu and others, and soon they were beside them.
"Haha, I haven't seen you for a long time. Deputy Palace Master Wang and Master Zhong are welcome to come back and be safe!"
Han Xiao, still looking like a businessman, spoke with a smile, but while he was speaking, everyone sensitively discovered that the more than a thousand monks in front of them were all wearing different clothes, and they were all wearing the clothes of various sects. Obviously, the people here were all
They are the only remaining monks from each sect. In other words, the monks from each sect have suffered heavy losses. I am afraid that these are the only ones left alive.
Wang Ruoyu remained calm, smiled faintly, opened her red lips slightly, and said, "Fellow Taoist Han, I'm fine. Ruoyu is still fine, but I don't know what you are waiting for here."
Hearing Wang Ruoyu's question, Han Xiao smiled bitterly, then turned to look at the other monks who were disgraced, and said frankly: "Since fellow Taoist Wang has come here, it is useless for me to say more. To be honest, the monsters here are too powerful. I
We have no choice but to wait for all the monks to arrive and discuss the methods of the lower level!"
As soon as Han Xiao said this, Wang Ruoyu and Zhong Baichuan's eyes shrank sharply, and a chill came into their hearts. The monks who have come here now are all the elites among the elites, the most powerful among the powerful, but even they
If you are still standing still, what kind of existence lies ahead?
