"The two human races in the forest are very clever in their methods, especially the young master with the long sword in his hand. I don't know which family in the Hongtu family is a junior, but he actually learned such sharp swordsmanship. Leng You hates it to death."
In the Wonderland Disillusionment Forest, just outside the realm of long-cherished wishes, a thin, white-faced soul cultivator looked at Feng Jueyu with his slender eyebrows raised, and there was an indescribable solemnity in his tone.
There was a fat middle-aged strong man next to him. Hearing this, he sneered and said: "Of course, there are only a handful of experts in Fuyou City who can face Leng Youhen face to face in the past hundred years.
Who doesn't know his methods? Now that Leng Youhen has died in the hands of this person, can his strength be any worse?"
The tall, thin man with a white face glanced at the fat man who spoke, and said, "Fat Sun, I didn't expect you to come too. It's a pity that I think it will be difficult to ask for some favors today."
"Aren't you the same?" The middle-aged man known as Fatty Sun glanced sideways at the tall, thin and fair face, and suddenly smiled coldly: "But when I heard the news and came over, of course I couldn't leave empty-handed. The title of the Lord of Fuyou City is too beautiful.
It’s not yet certain who will fall into it.”
"Fat Sun, you just want to interfere?"
While they were talking, a short and skinny little man walked out of the woods. His life was as treacherous as a child's, but his appearance surprised the tall, thin Bai Mian and Fatty Sun.
"Six-eyed ghost boy?"
"What's the matter? Has your confidence been greatly affected by seeing me?" The little man sneered, and his eyes immediately turned to the surroundings. A faint look of pride flashed across his eyebrows: "Ning Shentong, Fatty Sun, Li Yitou,
Hehe, all the experts in Fuyou City are here, it seems that everyone wants to be the city lord of Fuyou City."
The tall and thin man with a white face said with a smile: "Six-eyed ghost boy, what you said is superfluous. The throne of the Lord of Fuyou City was personally promised by the Lord of Fuyou City. Who doesn't want to do it?"
The six-eyed ghost boy raised his lips in disdain: "Just you?" He groaned, then pointed to the realm of his long-cherished wish: "I heard that these two people fought hard against many masters in Fuyou City for a month in the Forest of Disillusionment without losing.
, even if they are the top experts of Xuanzhao, I am afraid they are not virtuous. In my opinion, if you don’t have confidence, it is better to leave as soon as possible, so as not to have to trouble others to help you collect the body if you die soon."
Several evil-looking soul cultivators in the woods stood up and glared at the six-eyed ghost boy. Among them was Ning Shentong.
Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong have been persisting for a whole month in the three levels of Disillusionment Forest. They are still one day away from passing the difficult problem given by Green Pine. In comparison, what makes them more gratified is that this one
After all, no master of the Chongyang Realm has appeared in the past month, and there are many Soul Clan cultivators, but they have also arrived in batches. Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were trapped in a bitter battle and could not leave. They barely managed to hold on for a month.
Lasted until now.
In fact, this was an incredible result. However, although the two of them survived, they were exhausted from the constant hard battle.
Although there was only one day left to pass the level, Feng Jueyu knew that the most critical moment was coming. The two of them recovered while fighting, but they were not stupid. While they were constantly killing the pursuers, they saw those who were chasing them.
The peak Xuanzhao masters who arrived did not immediately join the battle. The real masters were always very resourceful. Some masters came alone and just hid quietly in the woods to observe their battle. There was no intention of being hasty.
In this way, more and more masters gathered, until now, in addition to the two who were killed previously, there were as many as four peak masters of the Xuanzhao realm gathered together.
The people I just spoke to are extremely strong men.
There are five people in the woods now. In addition to the six-eyed ghost boy, Li Yigou, Fatty Sun, and Ning Shentong, there is also a person who has never spoken. He has an unattractive appearance in life and is not easy to find in a crowd.
That kind of thing, but being able to be with the six-eyed ghost boy and others, his strength should not be underestimated.
After the fairy tale of the Six-Eyed Ghost, several people were stunned for a moment, and Li Yigou said: "I feel suspicious when you say that. I am afraid that only one of them arrived three days ago. If these two people are fighting here,
It’s full term, why haven’t you left?”
Among the five people, except Ning Shentong, all frowned.
Fatty Sun said: "Could it be that they are waiting for someone?"
Everyone was suspicious, but at this moment, a black light was approaching along with a long roar, and it appeared outside the mountains and forests in an instant. Before the person appeared, they heard a sinister shout that filled the forest.
"The man who pardoned Leng Youhen and seized the soul clan's treasure, the Ghost Skeleton, wanted to escape through the forest of the two realms and return to the grand plan. The Lord of Fushi City has an order. The comrades under the rule of Seven Souls must kill the enemy in the midst of disillusionment. This must not be allowed to happen."
The two escaped from the underworld..."
Following the order, the six-eyed ghost boy and others looked in the direction of the sound. Only then did they see a ghost covered in black cloth appear.
This man was six feet tall, with a burly build. He was dressed in a blue-black gown with black strips of cloth hanging messily all over his body. He looked like a humble beggar. However, when they saw this man appear, the six-eyed ghost boy and the other five people were horrified and turned towards him one after another.
Bow in greeting.
"Let me be your envoy."
The demon in black jumped down into the forest, put his hands into his sleeves, and bowed slightly: "Have you just heard the decree brought by my envoy?"
"I heard it." Everyone responded in unison, and Fatty Sun said: "Replying to the envoy, do these two people want to leave the underworld?"
Envoy Ren snorted coldly and said: "You don't know. The Disillusionment Forest in the Lost Plains here is the place where the underworld and the great map are connected. If a thief wants to leave the underworld, he must pass through this place, and you don't need to
We know too much, so we should immediately carry out the decree of the Lord Fushi City."
After the distinguished envoy Ren finished speaking, he took his head and ran towards the realm of his long-cherished wish.
After fighting hard for twenty-nine days, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were very tired. At this time, they were in the realm of long-cherished wishes, dealing with several practitioners with Xuanxu realm and a large number of practitioners. How could they have time to listen to the outside world?
Those words.
However, even though he lasted for twenty-nine days, Feng Jueyu was in a pretty good mood. In fact, even he himself did not expect to be able to survive a series of fierce battles.
Of course, Feng Jueyu is not a person who only knows how to fight without observing the current situation. He knows that the reason why the three of them can survive until now depends more on Wu Buyong in addition to their own efforts.
The current Wu Buyong is not the Wu Buyong Feng Jueyu knew at all. His strength and methods have become extremely powerful at some point.
For the entire twenty-nine days, Wu Buyong had almost no rest. Whenever a soul cultivator came to kill him, he would take the lead and kill him back.
On the 29th, Wu Buyong only regained his strength five times. Feng Jueyu could not imagine how he persisted.
It must be understood that although martial arts practitioners have a long breath, they must rest and prepare after a series of fierce battles, and meditate and adjust their breath, so that they can slowly recover their lost divine power and consciousness. The consumption of fighting is far more than what can be restored through meditation and breathing.
The speed is much faster, but the recovery of breath adjustment is extremely slow.
However, this phenomenon does not hold true for Wu Buyong. He is now like an immortal war god with endless physical strength, divine power, and spiritual consciousness. He has never been exhausted. Even if he is covered in injuries, he will still be very weird.
After recovering in a short period of time, it is obvious that Wu Buyong made the greatest contribution at such a difficult moment.
What made Feng Jueyu suspicious was that such a strange phenomenon had never happened to him. Although he had Qiandan Acupoint and could fight for several days without falling, it was far inferior to Wu Buyong's aura.
His breath was too long, as if his body didn't belong to him.
Although Feng Jueyu was very puzzled that Wu Buyong had changed so much, he couldn't think too much about it at the moment. After all, the safety of the three people could not be guaranteed until the battle stopped. Wu Buyong could fight against the heroes, and for the three people
Escape is definitely a good thing.
With one day left, Feng Jueyu once again activated the remaining divine power in his body, working tirelessly to drive away the soul cultivators who were constantly chasing around him.
The battle lasted for twenty-nine days. The realm of long-cherished wishes was filled with cold corpses and red blood. The blood had merged into a small river and flowed out of the forest...
"There is one more day, hold on..."
Feng Jueyu kept warning himself in his heart, he knew that he could faint at any time now, but in order to survive, he forced his potential out again and again.
Feng Jueyu hadn't realized that it was this kind of endless killing that had inadvertently tempered his spiritual body to a high degree. At this time, his spiritual power was far more powerful than a month ago.
He Wenjian, if he is allowed to recover, he may enter the Jinyang Minor Tribulation at any time unless he deliberately suppresses it.
Another day, Feng Jueyu's face showed a hint of unnatural joy, but before he could smile, six extremely terrifying auras broke into the realm of long-cherished wishes.
Feng Jueyu raised his heart and immediately turned his gaze to the six super powerful auras...
Six top Xuanzhao masters appeared...
"Brother Wu, be careful, trouble is coming."
In fact, what Feng Jueyu was most worried about during these days was the emergence of masters from the Xuanzhao realm. However, his worries never really emerged. Feng Jueyu thought it was Lu Song's fault. The nominal difficulty was deliberately made by Lu Song.
After taking control, he now understood that the real trouble was the last day.
Obviously, Lusong made some tricks on the second level. Although the two of them had been fighting continuously in the previous twenty-nine days, they also deliberately controlled the number of pursuers and the level of the masters, so that it could be considered fair.
, and the last six peaks of rotation must be the most difficult moment of this level, and must not be done carelessly.
After shouting, Feng Jueyu immediately performed a Return to True Explosion and jumped out of the circle. He formed the Liuhe Realm Refining Technique with both hands and introduced the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body...