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"Brother Duan, the river of blood and fishy smell around here are just illusions, don't fall into it!"
Zhuo Wen suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Duan Zhipeng, whose eyes were faintly red, and said with an extremely serious expression.
Duan Zhipeng, whose eyes were originally stained blood red, was stunned for a moment after hearing Zhuo Wen's reminder, and then quickly calmed down.
The scarlet color in his eyes also gradually faded away. When he looked around again, although the river of blood was still raging by, the pungent smell of blood had disappeared without a trace.
"Brother Zhuo, thank you!"
Duan Zhipeng showed a wry smile, and he quickly handed over to Zhuo Wen. If Zhuo Wen hadn't reminded him, he might really be affected by this illusion.
At the same time, he also admired Zhuo Wen even more. The latter's cultivation level was just Ancient Star Transformation, and it was really amazing that he was not affected by such illusions at all.
What Duan Zhipeng didn't know was that although Zhuo Wen's cultivation was not strong, his soul was stronger than Duan Zhipeng's, and he was proficient in formations.
When he first entered this place, he knew that there was a powerful illusory formation inside, so he remained conscious and unmoved.
What surprised him was that Duan Zhipeng was a strong man who was about to condense the laws of the universe, and he almost fell into trouble. It seemed that the illusory formation here was not weak.
After Duan Zhipeng woke up, he remained alert at all times, and the illusion around him could not affect him.
About half an hour later, they reached the end of the steps.
When they walked out, they found that they were at the entrance of a cave on the top of Ziyan Mountain.
Whoosh whoosh!
As soon as they walked out of the cave, dozens of figures appeared from around them, and then someone released a signal flare that shot into the sky.
Immediately, more figures rushed from other places in the Ziyan Mountain, and many emerged from the temple on the top of the mountain. They surrounded Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng on three levels inside and three outside.
"Found them! They finally came out!"
Excited voices suddenly sounded around, and the many monks surrounding Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng all looked at the two with bright eyes.
It seems that at this moment, Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng have become fragrant buns in their eyes.
"Haha! Brother Zhuo, Brother Duan, you made it easy for us to wait!"
A burst of laughter came from not far away, and in front, a group of people slowly separated, and from the separated crowd, a young man wearing a silver mask walked slowly.
He is none other than Xu Zhou.
Xu Zhou was followed by Ziyou with purple hair and purple eyes, but Ziyou's face was slightly pale.
Although the self-explosion of the fake coffin obviously had a great impact on Ziyou, several months later, he still failed to fully recover and was still seriously injured.
"Huh! It's finally out! We've been waiting for you for a long time!"
On the other side of the encirclement, Mo Fenyou, Mo Liuhuo and Lu Yingying slowly walked out, staring coldly at Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng with sharp eyes.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen also noticed that on the left, the old man in green robe walked silently out of the crowd. He did not speak, but his eyes with sharp murderous intent represented what he wanted to say.
"It's really warm! Brother Zhuo and I just came out, and you welcomed us so warmly. This makes Duan a bit flattered!" Duan Zhipeng narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.
Zhuo Wen was silent. He just looked at the people around him indifferently, without any panic on his face.
Seeing Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng acting calmly, Xu Zhou, Mo Fenyou and others couldn't help but feel puzzled.
In their view, Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng were already their darlings. What they wanted to see was that the two of them knelt on the ground begging for their lives, and then obediently handed over the treasure they found in the tomb.
"Brother Mo, Mr. Xu Zhou, there is no need to talk nonsense! Let's get straight to the point!" the old man in green robe said slightly displeasedly.
Mo Fenyou grinned, but his smile looked a little cold. He looked down at Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng and said calmly: "You two, we are surrounding you. I think you know the reason very well! I think the real tomb has already been visited.
It must have been explored by you."
Zhuo Wen showed a look of surprise and said: "Senior Mo, are you kidding me? When we were in the inner hall, wasn't the coffin already taken away by Ziyou? What does it have to do with us?"
Ziyou, who was standing behind Xu Zhou, was so angry that she gritted her teeth and her face turned red.
This Zhuo Wen is really shameless. I'm afraid this guy already knew that it was a fake coffin. When the thief shouted to catch the thief, he was clearly trying to trick him.
"Asshole, you are so shameless! That is just a fake coffin, and you still have the nerve to say that we won it!" Zi You said bitterly.
Xu Zhou said calmly: "Brother Zhuo, there's no need to pretend! The coffin we got is fake, and we paid a big price for it. Lin Long and his wife also died because of it!"
"As for you, I have never seen you two since we parted ways in the inner temple. Moreover, we have been searching in the temple for several months and have not been able to find you! But today you suddenly appeared here. Obviously, you should
You must have entered a real tomb and had a great opportunity!"
Mo Fenyou snorted coldly: "Now, you have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth! If you want to survive, hand over your storage artifact, otherwise you will die!"
As soon as Mo Fenyou finished speaking, his momentum suddenly surged, and terrifying murderous intent surged in like a tide, and many monks around him also targeted Zhuo Wen and Duan Zhipeng with their murderous intent.
Duan Zhipeng narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, and the same powerful aura surged away, rising into the sky, and instantly broke through the aura suppressed by Mo Fenyou and many monks.
Mo Fenyou's pupils shrank, he looked at the terrifying Duan Zhipeng with an unnatural expression, and said in a deep voice: "You...you have transcended the great catastrophe of the universe?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone took a deep breath.
They naturally knew the meaning of Mo Fenyou's words. Doesn't that mean that Duan Zhipeng has condensed the laws of the universe and become the most powerful person in the laws of the universe?
If this is the case, then they will still be this person's opponent. Even if so many of them unite, it is impossible for them to be opponents in front of the law of the universe. The gap is really too big.
"No! He hasn't condensed the Dharma of the universe yet. He should have just started to get started and mastered some of the laws of the Dharma. There is still a long way to go before he can condense the Dharma of the universe!"
Xu Zhou narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.
After hearing Xu Zhou's words, Mo Fenyou, the old man in green robe and others also breathed a sigh of relief.
They did not doubt Xu Zhou's words, because they knew very well that Xu Zhou's origin was extremely extraordinary. Although his cultivation was not as good as theirs, his knowledge was far richer than theirs, and he could naturally discern what the true laws of the universe were like.