Ordering the five soul puppets to remove the Netherworld Iron Lock, Feng Jueyu and Zhiwucai both ran to Yangu's side. Zhiwucai said with a moved expression: "Brother Yangu, you scared Zhimou."
"I...what's wrong?" Yangu didn't seem to know what happened, and looked at Feng Jueyu and Zhiwucai in confusion.
Feng Jueyu told the whole story in the most concise sentences, which made Yan Gu sweat profusely: "So, I just walked through the gate of hell?"
Zhi Wucai patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "It's more than just a walk. If it weren't for Brother Feng, I'm afraid you would have become a lonely ghost."
Yan Gu was moved by this, and he bent down with great sincerity and said: "Brother Feng, you have saved another life."
Feng Jueyu waved his hand to help Yangu up and said, "Brother Yangu, given the friendship between you and me, there is no need to be so polite."
"Haha, that's right." Yan Gu nodded in shame, suddenly recalling that when Zhiwu introduced him to Feng Jueyu a few years ago, the other person was still a boy who had only a half-knowledge of martial arts. However, these days
Years have passed, but Feng Jueyu has grown into a powerful leader. Times have really changed.
Although he didn't express his gratitude a thousand times, Yan Gu kept this kindness firmly in his heart. He was not a stubborn person, and he was too lazy to waste time on thanking each other and declining. While looking around, he looked at the evil wind.
At the bottom of the Three Underworld Abyss, Yangu sighed: "I didn't expect this place to be so dangerous. It seems that ordinary masters of the Chenchen Realm can't protect themselves here."
Feng Jueyu and Zhi Wucai nodded in agreement at the same time: "Yes, this is only the power of the first formation of the Three Netherworlds. If the Thousand Ghosts of the Two Netherworlds come out, I'm afraid we will all be buried here."
Yangu said: "In this case, we have no reason to stay. Brother Feng, why don't we go back to the top of the mountain first and then make plans."
Feng Jueyu thought for a while and said, "Well, you guys go up first. I'm worried about the safety of Elder Zhou and Elder Li. I'll search below for a while. If there are no clues, I'll meet you again."
Yangu and Zhiwu glanced at each other, but did not dissuade him. After all, in their eyes, Feng Jueyu was completely capable of standing alone.
Zhiwu then had an idea and said: "The corpse ashes seem to be able to guard the mind, so take them with you, don't waste them."
Feng Jueyu nodded, walked over and beat half of the bones into powder with his palm. He found a small bag and carefully put it away. When he arrived, he gathered together a lot that was about the size of a purse. He gave some away.
Yangu and Zhiwu asked them to take it back for study. They left a little bit behind, and then said: "You leave first, I will come later."
Yangu and Zhiwucai did not ask to go with Feng Jueyu this time. After all, the dangerous situation at the bottom of the Sanming Abyss was beyond their control. The two of them were just about to break through the Xuanxu Realm, and they were worried that their reputation would be ruined in one day.
So after reminding Feng Jueyu to be careful, he chose Juechen and left.
After bidding farewell to Feng Jueyu, Yangu and Zhiwu ran at the bottom of the abyss for a while, then silently turned their heads to look, watching the figure with the five soul puppets and Huang Tianjue shuttle through the darkness gradually disappear, Yangu
Then he let out a long sigh and said with an old look on his face: "Brother Zhi, we are getting old."
Only then did Zhiwu know what Yangu was going to say, and he nodded empathetically: "Brother Feng's cultivation has fallen far behind ours, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to have an opportunity to take risks together in the future. This era is probably his world.
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Yangu said sadly: "Brother Feng's cultivation speed is unprecedented. No matter how hard we try, it will be useless. I think we were surprised when we met him back then, but now I know that we are lucky to meet him."
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"That's right. At the age of thirty, you have gained the true essence of Shinto. Oh, Brother Feng is really good at hitting people."
"Ha ha……"
At the bottom of the abyss where the yin energy bursts, the words "Yangu" and "I don't know how to be talented" are left behind, and they are gone with the wind.
What they said was right, Feng Jueyu's age and his cultivation level really made it impossible for people to believe that they could match each other, and this extreme talent made the emergence of the next generation of emperors almost certain.
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Putting aside Yangu and Zhiwucai's inner sighs, Feng Jueyu, who was away from his two old friends, was seizing the time to search the bottom of the abyss.
This time they went to Sanming Bridge to look for the person who stole the treasure, but they couldn't find him, so they got themselves in. Now it's no longer a matter of simply looking for the whereabouts of the thief, but all the people at the bottom of the abyss.
Everyone is fighting to stay alive.
Gradually, Feng Jueyu discovered lifeless corpses. Most of them were people from the three sects in the south. Of course, not many people came from Yunjian Tianmen, but Feng Jueyu still found a body enshrined in Shenchen Peak.
This corpse was not as lucky as Yangu and Zhiwucai. The scars on the corpse were all scratched by the black monkeys. It was beyond recognition. If it weren't for the clothes on the body, would Feng Jueyu even think of this person?
The corpses enshrined in Shenchen Peak are unrecognizable.
After digging a hole at the bottom of the abyss and burying the man's body, Feng Jueyu's mood became increasingly heavy. Unknowingly, he began to continue searching. He still couldn't find the end point for several days. However, in the past few days, Feng Jueyu
Jueyu walked over almost touching the corpses. The longer he stayed, the more dead people he saw. On the sixth day, he also found several mountains of corpses piled with white bones.
Although there were not too many corpses, most of them had traces of time. Unfortunately, these skeletal corpses were completely different from the corpse ashes he found, they were all pure white.
Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be suspicious of the gray corpse ashes, but even Xuan Zhong couldn't explain it, so he gradually forgot about it.
The deeper he went, the more worried Feng Jueyu became. Fortunately, he didn't see the bodies of Zhou Jinshan and others, so he felt a little relieved.
But as he walked, Feng Jueyu realized something was wrong...
The ground at the bottom of the Sanming Abyss was damp, muddy, and overgrown with weeds. A few days later, he walked to a place, and in front of him was neatly filled with strange black flowers that could not be named. The black flowers were shrouded in clouds, and they were indescribably weird.
, the air is filled with a strong fragrance of peony. Although Feng Jueyu doesn’t know much about the plant, these black flowers are by no means a variant of peony, and the black exotic flowers here are all growing in patches, every other period.
In the distance, there will be narrow roads that have been deliberately cleared by people, like quiet paths leading to nowhere.
It seemed that this place was a flowerbed that had been planted by someone. Feng Jueyu ran over and took a closer look, and immediately found that there were traces of someone stepping on the black exotic flowers, as if a dragonfly was passing by without hurting the black exotic flowers.
The flowers also left some footprints.
It means someone has passed by this place.
Feng Jueyu immediately regained his energy and moved forward. However, when he walked into the flower garden, he felt something was wrong, but now it was too late to leave.
Feng Jueyu had just stepped into the black flowerbed, and then the flowerbed in front of him suddenly came alive. There were at least five or six flowerbeds here, but these flowerbeds actually moved at the same time, as if every flowerbed was alive.
, from left to right, from front to back, constantly changing positions, Feng Jueyu was stunned, and the world in front of him became different.
Five or six flowerbeds have become endlessly replicated. The Tianzhu Shifeng at the bottom of the Sanming Abyss has disappeared, the solitary strange tree has also disappeared, and the continuous suspension bridge above has disappeared. Everything in front of you has begun to change.
It seemed so spacious, and everything you could see was the square, neatly trimmed black flowerbed.
The quick-thinking Fengda Killer immediately understood that he had walked into an unknown formation. He quickly controlled his body to change its position, but no matter how hard he bumped left and right, he could not get out of the sea of flower gardens.
After a while, an icy cold wind blew faintly in the air, blowing in the black sea of flowers, swaying black strange flowers the size of a fist...
In an instant, the black exotic flowers emitted a tangible and light black mist, floating upwards, and when they were three feet high from the flower bed, they transformed into beautiful fairies wearing black neon clothes.
The enchanting and slender figure, the charming and charming eyes, the gentle and beautiful long black waterfall-like hair...
These black-clothed fairies danced in groups over the sea of flowers in a stunningly beautiful dance...
They moved gently, sometimes bending their willow-like waists to pick black flowers in the sea of flowers, sometimes carrying black flower baskets and flying leisurely through the air. Their pale jade feet without any blood color were like broken jade green onions and white lotus roots.
The slender fingers are better than the remaining snow in the cold winter...
The fairy in black clothes danced gracefully and sang with a soft and melodious voice. Feng Jueyu was mesmerized by the sight, as if she had descended into a black realm, a black wonderland, admiring the fairyland that all living beings could not go to in their dreams.
The dark sky is like a moonlit West Tower by the Jingshui Lake, and gentle and intoxicating songs are often heard. This song goes straight to the heart, cleanses the mind, and is so beautiful that it makes people want to fall asleep.
Feng Jueyu stood in the path of the sea of flowers and wandered for a moment, and finally frowned vigilantly.
This fairy in black clothes, dancing with qiluo, and singing with a graceful voice, although this scene is very moving, Feng Jueyu does not think it is a good sign. Instead, such a strange scene appears, which makes him even more vigilant.
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The two fairies in black clothes seemed to have discovered his presence. They slowly floated over with flower baskets and showed enchanting smiles to Feng Jueyu. They floated back and forth around Feng Jueyu, stretching out their slender fingers to make hooks.
The seductive and seductive movements are breathtaking, even revealing green jade arms and lotus feet, seeming to seduce her to her heart's content.
At first glance, if you don't have strong determination, you will definitely lose your original intention and follow the two fairies in black clothes.
However, Feng Jueyu was not an ordinary person. He knew almost instantly that he was controlled by a soul-stirring formation. That singing voice and that dancing posture were all means to kill people.
"What kind of monster is this? He hasn't shown up yet."
Feng Jueyu's eyes sharpened, and the five-colored divine light suddenly dispersed outwards. In an instant, all the fairies in black clothes disappeared, and all he saw were skeletons covered in colorful clothes.