He didn't use all his strength just now, he just used the most ordinary soaring technique to move. But it hit the wall like a teleportation. This made Wu Yong extremely shocked!

Wu Yong tried several different escape techniques in disbelief. As a result, after a flash without exception, I was dizzy and dizzy from being hit by the wall, and I couldn't control the progress of my body at all.

It was as if as soon as he put on this treasure, he only had this amazing speed, and he couldn't slow down a single bit.

Wu Yong stood in place with a surprised face.

This cloak is really too bewitching! In terms of speed alone, it is definitely a life-saving top-level ancient treasure, Wu Yong believes that at this speed, even if an immortal king-level monk chases him, he can use this treasure to escape for a while, making it impossible for the other party to catch up for a while.

But the flaws of this cloak are also not small.

Not to mention the huge consumption of spiritual power to use it, it is jaw-dropping. It's the kind of out-of-control trait like a wild horse, which is also difficult for ordinary people to use.

Wu Yong couldn't help but show a look of ecstasy, and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's the blood immortal cloak of the Yanlong Immortal Emperor, it is estimated that after the Yanlong Immortal Emperor got this cloak, after years of sacrifice, the power of the magic weapon has been further improved and improved." ”

Wu Yong put away the cloak in ecstasy and slowly walked into the passage.

As soon as he walked around, Wu Yong found that this square passage was short enough.

After walking at a right angle, you are outside the passage.

After the eyes lit up, an open-air corridor appeared. This corridor is extremely gorgeous and exquisite, but at a glance it is endless, and I don't know how far it is from the bottom.

Outside the corridor, there are white clouds fluttering, fairy sounds, and there are traces of Qiongtai Jade Pavilion faintly, as if the existence of a fairyland in the sky.

Seeing this scene, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wu Yong's mouth, and he strode up the corridor without hesitation.

As soon as he stepped here, Wu Yong mentioned the mana on his body, and it was exactly what he said to others. This level also does not allow you to use the art of flying, so you can only walk step by step.

Wu Yong didn't care about this, but took a deep look out of the corridor.

The curling fairy sound seemed to be clearer since he entered the corridor.

Wu Yong listened to the so-called fairy sound expressionlessly for a while, and after a while, a trace of ridicule couldn't help but appear on his face.

Then he sighed twice, and walked slowly forward with his hands behind his back.

Wu Yong walked without the slightest anger, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in his own garden.

But the fairy sound outside the corridor became clearer and clearer, more beautiful and pleasant, making people stop listening to it. At the same time, some extremely graceful white cranes began to appear in the white clouds outside, and they raised their necks and danced when they heard the sound. People can't help but pay attention.

Wu Yong just glanced at it slightly, and then ignored it and went his own way.

But as Wu Yong gradually moved away in the corridor, the sound of the fairy outside the sky became louder and louder, and the white cranes that were originally dancing also flew to both sides of the corridor, spreading their wings and singing.

After a while, all the cranes in the sound of fairy music suddenly writhed and turned into girls wearing various palace clothes.

Each of these women is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but all of them are abnormally beautiful, full of youthful vitality, twisting their soft and slender waists, smiling at Wu Yong, their bright eyes are full of affection, as if Wu Yong is the lover they love the most.

At this time, the music changed, and began to linger and soften, full of the feeling of love under the moon before the flowers, and the love buried in people's hearts unconsciously surged into their hearts.

Wu Yong's expression moved when he heard this, but then he ignored the soft voices of the girls on both sides, and his face was expressionless.

After walking dozens of meters, the voice in Wu Yong's ears suddenly changed again, and a mournful and sad tone sounded.

The girls' eyes changed, stopped the dancing of their waists, and their faces turned into endless resentment, looking at Wu Yong with great sadness, as if Wu Yong had become the heartbreaking negative person at this moment. It makes people feel heartache and compassion when they look at it.

"It's kind of interesting!" Wu Yong laughed, and was very interested in admiring the sad expressions of the girls while walking, looking like he was watching a good show.

Wu Yong knew very well that since the Evil Dragon Illusion Realm was arranged behind the Ghost Mist and the Ice and Fire Dao, of course it was impossible to just have these little tricks, there must be other means.

Sure enough, seeing this didn't make Wu Yong stay for a moment. The fairy sound began to make some heart-pounding gentle sounds, and at the same time, the girl outside also flashed, and instantly grew up seven or eight years old, becoming a beautiful and plump young woman.

These peerless beauties are all flushed, their eyes are like fire, they keep making some provocative movements, and step by step they fade off the light gauze palace clothes on their bodies, revealing their fair-skinned wonderful bodies, with plump breasts and fat buttocks, full of temptations that make men crazy. And the delicate panting and moaning sound made by their red mouths was more irresistible than the demonic sound of the day, and from time to time provoked the secret in the man's heart.

Wu Yong was stunned, but after a slight step in his mind, he immediately looked as usual.

It's a real person who specializes in using fox tricks to come at him, and he doesn't care yet, and this kind of crude illusion is naturally not put into his eyes.

The movements of the glamorous young women on both sides of the corridor began to become more presumptuous...... Wu Yong was dazzled and a little surprised, but because of the Yunmeng Heart Sutra that protected his mind, he only appreciated it as a rare encounter.

Next, the young women's faces changed again, and began to change into various types of beauties, including dignified and generous ladies, passionate sluts, pure and lovely girls, and cold and arrogant virgins, all of whom have different styles and temperaments. It's as if all the peerless beauties in the world have been shown one by one outside.

Wu Yong had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold everywhere he went, without the slightest hint of emotion.

After an hour's stroll, Wu Yong finally walked to the end of the corridor after feasting his eyes.

In front of it, a flat-roofed black temple appeared, and from the gate to the temple wall, it was made of black brick walls.

Looking from the open door that is more than ten meters high, it is dark inside, and there is no light at all, giving people a strange feeling.

At the same time that Wu Yong saw the black hall, the sound of Feifei outside the corridor and those charming women suddenly disappeared, and there were still vast white clouds outside, and everything returned to the appearance of just entering the corridor.

Wu Yong didn't have any surprise, but looked at the black hall, revealing a trace of solemnity, and his steps didn't feel slowed down.

Before he got close to the Black Temple, a thick aura of blood rushed towards him.

Wu Yong frowned and looked at it again.

Only then did I realize that this palace was not completely black, but a strange color of black and red, as if the entire hall was solidified into black by hot blood, full of evil aura.

Wu Yong stood in front of the door of the main hall with his hands on his shoulders, bowed his head and groaned.

Black, very black!

As soon as Wu Yong walked into the hall, he had such an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

I don't know what kind of prohibition is set here, even if Wu Yong's eyes are widened, the place he can see is only three or four meters away. Nor can the mind be explored in isolation from the body.

But that's all it takes, but there is no sound in the silence all around, and the silence makes people a little frightened.

Wu Yong couldn't help licking his lips, and raised his hand to release a fireball.

But as soon as the fire was lit, there was a thud, and the fireball extinguished itself.

Wu Yong was stunned, and with some unwillingness, he reached out again and took out a piece of moonstone from the storage bag.

However, as soon as the stone was taken out, the white light flashed and quickly dimmed, and it became dull, as if it had become an ordinary stone.

Only this time did he realize that the prohibition of this hall actually had the strange effect of absorbing all kinds of bright light.

Then he died of this heart and walked slowly forward.

But before he could take a few steps, a bitter sobbing suddenly sounded in his ears, coming intermittently from a distance, and the sound sounded like that of a young woman.

Wu Yong sneered, ignored the voice, and still walked in the fixed direction.

But the crying sound flickered around him, crying more and more sad and sad, and looked like he was following him.

"Phew!" Wu Yong was a little upset by this sound, and couldn't help but let out a loud cry, which shook the ground nearby.

The crying suddenly disappeared.

Wu Yong was greatly satisfied, and his pace sped up by three points, wanting to pass through this hall quickly.

But before he had just walked a few meters, the cry sounded again, and with this sound, a white figure appeared not far in front of Wu Yong. She was half kneeling on the ground, as if she was a young woman wearing linen and filial piety!

And the sorrowful and earnest voice came out of his mouth.

What is strange is that this woman obviously knelt far away, but Wu Yong still looked at Wu Yong's face coldly, looked at the young woman in white coldly, and walked straight towards her without stopping.

He knew very well that the more timid and cowardly he was in such an environment, the easier it was to be confused by the illusion in the temple. Avoiding and retreating is not the way, or facing it quietly is the best way to deal with it.

When he thought of this, Wu Yong was only seven or eight meters away from the young woman in white.

He was about to shout again and drink the woman away, when he suddenly felt that the woman's crying seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago.

Wu Yong's heart froze, and he hurriedly secretly realized that this was just an illusion, and he couldn't fall for its charm.

But under the gaze, the figure of the woman in white became more and more familiar, and a name was about to pop out in her mind, but for a while, she couldn't really figure out who this woman was.

Wu Yong's footsteps didn't stop, he looked at the woman in front of him with a slight frown, and said nothing.

"Xiaoyong!" a timid and weak voice came from the young woman.

When Wu Yong heard this, his brain "boomed", and the blood rushed to the top of his head unexpectedly, and he couldn't help asking:

"Zhang Yu ......"

"Xiaoyong, you don't know me......" The young woman in white, whose head was originally lowered, was gently raised, revealing a very delicate and sad face. The familiar face, small nose, and bright eyes that can talk are exactly the same as Zhang Yu on the earth, but she seems to have a little more mature charm when she is dressed as a young woman.

"Sister Zhang Yu?" Wu Yong looked at the young woman in front of him with flickering eyes, and the other party's face and words suddenly evoked something that Wu Yong had buried in his heart for many years.

"Xiaoyong, uncles and aunts are dead...... I'm so scared!" Bai Ying stood up with a slight tremble, and leaned over to Wu Yong with a pale face, looking like a frightened bird.

When Wu Yong heard the words "Zhang Yu", his heart was shocked, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

Seeing that this young woman who looked like Zhang Yu only needed to take two more steps to pounce on him.

Wu Yong's eyes flashed coldly, and as soon as he raised his hand, the sword of the thunder god in his hand shot out silently, and it passed through the young woman's head in a flash.

The white shadow screamed, then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Even if it's the same as Sister Zhang Yu. But you still can't fool me......" Wu Yong looked at the direction where the black smoke disappeared, and said to himself with a hint of loneliness on his face.

After speaking, Wu Yong raised his wrist and looked at the palm that was scratched by his fingers, just now he heard "Zhang Yu" say that his parents were dead, and he almost lost his heart.

Although he said it so confidently, at the moment when the flying sword pierced through the other party, Wu Yong's heart couldn't help but tremble.

After all, even if he knew that the other party was just a phantom or some kind of ghost change, he wanted to take a closer look at Zhang Yu's face.

With a hint of inexplicable sadness, Wu Yong continued to move forward in the darkness quietly.

And in his mind, he was thinking, how are his parents now......