During the discussion between Wen Yiming and the Dragon Soul Everyone, a few hours later, he unconsciously arrived outside the Valley of the Tribulation Dust Valley.

Looking at the bazaars of the peripheral trade stations that had expanded more than a dozen miles in radius than before, Wen Yiming could feel the desertion after returning again.

The fifth autumn girl's beautiful eyes also showed a look of reminiscence, and there was a trace of regret in it, Wen Yiming naturally understood, the last time he came to the Dust Valley to participate in the contest of the pavilion master candidate, at that time, the periphery of the Dust Valley was prosperous, the traffic was busy, and the merchants and goods came and went endlessly, and at a glance, it could be seen that the top position of the Dust Valley in the south was endless.

Up to now, even the rotating disciples at the entrance outside the valley no longer have the same spirit as before, although they have made great progress in cultivation, they have regressed a lot in terms of spirit and spirit, and there is no internal comparison at all.

Everyone was stopped at the entrance of the Valley of Tribulation Dust by several valley rotation disciples, they actually recognized the dragon soul that was famous all over the world, and the fifth autumn crossbow was even more familiar, but it was a symbolic appearance.

However, the fifth autumn girl still showed the supreme order of the Creation Art Pavilion, Joan of Arc!

After all, this visit was not an ordinary visit, the message sent by Meng Wuregret was short and urgent, and Wen Yiming also postponed the search for the Zu'an clan because this old man had been of great help to him.

Of course, there are also Cui Lang's reasons, Dongfang Zhiyu is now Cui Lang's lover, which already belongs to his dragon soul and belongs to natural disasters.

Several rotating disciples saw that the Fifth Autumn Cross showed the Supreme Order of Arc, and quickly put away their smiles and laziness, already knowing that something big had happened today, or there was a big change.

When a few people picked up the communication card to communicate, Wen Yiming took the lead in entering the Valley of the Dust Tribulation, and with their current cultivation, they no longer took the flying mount and went directly into the valley.

When his gaze could reach the Sage Square, his aura of concentration had already covered to the limit, and he carefully searched every inch of his perception with a straight line of detection.

When they arrived at Sage Square, the corners of Wen Yiming's mouth slightly curved.

His straight-line probe sensed some situations, and in the small cabin where he had no regrets, he found several martial cultivators with a slightly fierce aura, and looking at the fluctuations of his temperament and true yuan, he knew that he was not a disciple of the Creation Art Pavilion.

There are a total of five people, all of whom are in the late stage of the Martial Sect, and their entrenched position is the entrance to the passage that originally entered the Holy Fire Cave.

In the log cabin, the simple and chic furnishings of the past are gone, and they look a little messy and uncared for.

Wen Yiming knew that Meng Wuregret had really gone wrong, and his perception did not go deep to probe the passage of the Holy Fire Cave underground, because a group of people had already approached him.

He put away the chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes returned to calm, but there was a sneer invisibly.

Because the person at the head is the night dance frost who has entered the seventh layer of the Martial King!

She is still so charming and moving, without the existence of the charm body, it seems more real, but between the gestures and the changes in her eyes, there is more mature beauty.

Wen Yiming could even see confidence in Night Dance Frost's expression, he didn't know, where did this woman's confidence come from?

He believed that whether it was himself or the dragon soul, Night Dance Frost had heard of her deeds, and it would be a matter of seconds to kill her, and it would be like child's play.

He also believed that with Night Dance Frost's cleverness, it was impossible to think that he would let her go, which was absolutely impossible.

If Wen Yiming's eyes were still a little soft, it was also the five hall masters behind Night Dance Frost, these old people were really good to him at the beginning, and he can still remember the names of these old people.

The master of the Qin Hall, the master of the Hu Hang Hall of the Chess Hall, the master of the Dong Donghai Hall of the Wen Hall, the master of the Zhao Tianpet Hall of the Book Hall, and the master of the Maohu Hall of the Painting Hall are all honest people, and they have a heroic spirit, and they want to meet in the Battle of the Two Cities, and he can fully feel the joy of the five hall masters from the bottom of his heart when he returns.

A large number of disciples and elders, deacons, and worshippers from the surrounding Chuangyi Pavilion all rushed to the Sage Square one after another at this moment, which was expected by Wen Yiming.

As soon as he and the dragon soul stepped into the Valley of Dust Robbery, they heard the bell ringing in the valley, according to the Fifth Autumn Girl, this was the alarm bell of the Valley of Dust Robbery, and those who heard it must immediately rush to the Sage Square even if they were in cultivation, with the intention of being alert to the coming of the great enemy.

Not only Wen Yiming, but even the Dragon Soul people could feel the hostile gaze from all directions, as if a sharp steel knife was about to overshoot them.

They all knew that Wen Yiming was wrongfully accused of being a villain who betrayed the sect and killed the master, which led to a war between the two major sects of Shuangcheng and Chuangyi Pavilion, and even Qiqingfang and Moxiang Shuxiang had been forced to press back to the Valley of the Dust Robbery, and now they have been disbanded and all merged into Chuangyi Pavilion.

And at present, many of the disciples of the sect are people from the Seven Feelings Workshop and the Moxiang Shuxuan before, and even the dragon souls who have stayed in the Seven Feelings Workshop have found many familiar faces.

Wen Yiming also saw the Oriental Rising Sun of Moxiang Shuxuan in it, and he secretly said: Dongfang Zhiyu and Meng Wuregret returned to the Valley of Dust together, Cui Lang also sent a message to Dongfang Zhiyu halfway, but judging from the state that the message could not be sent, it was because Dongfang Zhiyu's secret sound card had been destroyed.

Obviously, Dongfang Zhiyu's secret sound card was confiscated and destroyed by itself because it was far away from the holder.

He didn't know how Meng Wuregret left the secret sound card, it seems that Jiang is still old.

Wen Yiming didn't say a word to the people in the Creative Art Pavilion, so he judged on his own that Meng Wuregret and Dongfang Zhiyu must be in danger, and they have nothing to do with Night Dance Frost, not what kind of analysis and scrutiny he has made, but a subjective judgment made by Night Dance Frost with a kind of hatred from the bottom of his bones.

He didn't even feel that he was wrong because of this preconception, perhaps, in his heart, no matter what Nightdance Frost did, as long as it was a bad thing, it was reasonable.

"Wen Yiming, you still have the face to come to my Dust Valley, do you really think that your cultivation is to reach the top, and no one can cure you?"

Night Dance Frost stopped twenty meters in front of Wen Yiming, and opened her mouth very politely, almost scolding angrily, the anger on her face was really not pretended.

Because her hatred for Wen Yiming is from the heart, there is no need to be pretentious at all, which she and Wen Yiming are very clear about.

Wen Yiming was silent, his eyes almost ignored the glamorous Night Dance Frost, and fell on the white-faced middle-aged man next to him.

This is a second-layer master of the God of War, and his indifferent eyes that despise everything in the world make him feel a trace of inexplicable familiarity.

Wen Yiming's aura of concentration instantly shrank to a radius of fifty meters, and when he sensed the thick feeling of the 'booming' flow of the true yuan on his body, he was shocked.

Master!

Wen Yiming had two words in his heart, he was very sure that the middle-aged combat power in front of him was definitely the strength of the fifth layer of the God of War.

He instantly judged that with his combat strength, he would need at least three shots to kill the opponent.

Although the ending is a kill, you must know that the person in front of him is just a level higher than him.

In his super explosion, few people in the same rank can withstand him with a shot, which means that Night Dance Frost has a lot of backers.

After a moment, Wen Yiming raised his hand to the white-faced middle-aged man, shook his head at Night Dance Frost and sneered, "Is he you relying on?"

(End of chapter)