Flying in ancient ruins consumes three times the spiritual power of flying outside. Chen Yu did not dare to take risks rashly, but fortunately, he had Xiao Jie by his side.
At night, a ray of light pierced the night sky and roared past the primeval forest.
Chen Yu was very proud and took out the treasure Wanhong Sword obtained from Tiandao Sect. At this moment, the ancient sword was more than three feet wide and about seven feet long. Chen Yu was sitting cross-legged on the front of the sword, while Xiao Jie, who was responsible for controlling the ancient sword,
It's standing behind.
"Chen Xianchang, let's take a rest!" Xiao Jie's voice was blown away by the wind. His face was a little pale and he felt like his body was being hollowed out.
After bidding farewell to Chu Manxian, the two of them flew for more than five hours. Among them, Chen Yu only flew with Xiao Jie for half an hour. The rest was Xiao Jie controlling the Wanhong Sword and carrying Chen Yu.
To be honest, the Holy Spirit's teachings are somewhat overwhelming.
Chen Yu, who was in trance, gently opened his eyes, and he clearly noticed that the speed of Wanhong Sword had slowed down.
"There seems to be a group of palaces ahead. Let's go down." Chen Yu said calmly.
Damn it, this news was even more dazzling than the dawn in the darkness. Xiao Jie was so moved that he almost cried, and hurriedly activated the Wanhong Sword to lower it.
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Inserting the Wanhong Sword into the scabbard at his waist, Chen Yu, who was dressed in white clothes and spotless, put his hands on his back and looked at the ancient buildings in front of him.
It is hard to imagine that there are so many majestic palaces in the dense, vast and dangerous primeval forest.
The palace is extremely simple, many of which are dilapidated. The walls have collapsed and are buried in lush grass. There are also many ancient stone statues that have been weathered. Walking here, Chen Yu seems to be reading a classic that records the years.
Xiao Jie swallowed a lot of pills to restore his spiritual power and felt better. He followed Chen Yu and while looking at the ancient buildings, he explained: "These rows of palaces are part of the ancient relics of the World Mountain."
There are too many great features within hundreds of thousands of miles."
"Some people speculate that a long time ago, there must have been a super sect in this territory, because in the past few hundred years, many exploring monks have unearthed many magical weapons from these places, including high-level elixirs.
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"There are some magic weapons among them, whose quality is better than the religious treasures of the six major sects in the Xuanling Realm, but they have been eroded by time, have lost their spirituality, and are completely useless."
The deeper he went into the ancient ruins, the more Chen Yu became interested in this place.
A super sect was destroyed, but there is no record in the classics of the Xuanling world. Could it be that these ancient buildings fell from the sky? Or did this huge territory oozing blood fall from the sky?
There was a poisonous miasma, and the ancient ruins had mysterious powers that restricted monks from entering, so Chen Yu did not choose to explore here immediately.
He and Xiao Jie entered a palace and took the time to enter meditation and stabilize their state.
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In the early morning, outside the ancient ruins, a bright sun rose from the horizon.
Although the sun cannot shine into the ancient ruins, the sky is getting brighter. Amidst the entanglement of the poisonous miasma, a figure suddenly breaks into the ancient building complex where Chen Yu and Xiao Jie are.
Far behind this person, there are many people chasing him.yyls
The rainbow light faded away, and a plump and tall woman suddenly pressed her sword to the ground, her lips parted slightly, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
What a bad luck, Song Qingyun thought.
Yesterday, under the leadership of Huang Zhanhong, the great elder of the Zizi Sect, Fang Zizai, including the two elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, Rogge and Lu Xianke, and Song Qingyun, entered the World Mountain of Ancient Ruins.
Along the way, Huang Zhanhong had a clear goal: to enter the deepest part of the ancient ruins as soon as possible, meet up with Lan Tu, the great elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, and then find the whereabouts of Alice.
Song Qingyun didn't know whether others cared about Alice, but she was very worried about Alice's situation, and she kept working on it.
But something happened halfway, because they encountered some casual cultivators chasing a spiritual grass.
This spiritual grass is extremely spiritual, like a slippery loach. It is exactly the mysterious grass that the six major sect leaders have been thinking about.
The treasures of heaven and earth are so close at hand, and the four elders Huang Zhanhong, Fang Zizai, Luo Ge and Lu Xianke will not let them go.
A big battle broke out so suddenly. Because the battle scene was so terrifying and so mammoth, it attracted more and more people to join. In the end, Master Lu Chen, who was famous in the Xuanling world, also came.
Lu Chen seemed to have suffered a serious injury and wanted to use Xuanling Jicao to treat it, so he had to get the spiritual grass.
In that battle, Song Qingyun, who was in the early stage of Jindan, could not intervene at all. Because the scene was so chaotic, some people actually had evil thoughts about Song Qingyun.
Because there were too many people at the scene, the four elders were all fighting fiercely. Song Qingyun had no time to call for help. She was driven here all the way and was already seriously injured.
Stretching out her slender jade-like fingers, Song Qingyun tapped several acupuncture points on her body several times to stop the wounds from bleeding.
He took out a bottle of healing elixir from the storage ring. As soon as Song Qingyun swallowed it, several figures fell from the sky.
There were five people in total, all of whom were casual cultivators. The leader was tall and round, with a full beard. Looking at Song Qingyun's plump figure, there was a lustful light in his eyes.
"Fairy Song, you are really easy for us brothers to chase!" The big man chuckled, showing his yellow teeth.
A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks kept rubbing his hands and said excitedly: "Brother, what are you talking about with this little girl? Let's do it quickly. I can't wait any longer."
The leading man smiled brightly and said: "Fairy Song, my request is not too much. As long as you serve us five brothers well and we feel comfortable, we will naturally keep your whole body."
"Don't bother me, brother, this little girl is so beautiful and looks at her figure, tsk tsk, she's absolutely superb. It would be a pity to kill her. It's best to keep her and play with her all the time." The monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks suggested.
"Bah!" Song Qingyun became angry and spat at the five of them, "You damn rubbish, aren't you afraid of the Zi Zai Sect's revenge?"
The leading man sneered: "Yesterday's battle, you also saw it, it was already a mess. Who cares where a vase went? Besides, if we play with you and then kill you, it will be fine. The dead man is
He will not open his mouth to avenge himself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the five casual cultivators rushed forward like hungry wolves, each one wanting to bite Song Qingyun.
At this moment, Song Qingyun was already injured, and these five people were all in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. They were not something that she, who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, could compete with.
Song Qingyun is very desperate!
Just as the big man rushing forward was about to knock Song Qingyun down, suddenly, a sword energy struck across the air.
The big man stretched out his right hand, and a line of blood suddenly burst out from the wrist. For a moment, miserable howls resounded throughout the ancient buildings.
The five casual cultivators retreated in panic. The right hand of the leading man had been cut off by the sword energy, and the severed hand fell into the grass.
As for Song Qingyun, she looked at the visitor with a look of astonishment on her pretty face.