At this time, Yin Wenqian also woke up slightly, knowing that she had just been hit by the Blood Winged Bat King's spiritual psychedelic skill.

So after she was thrown to the ground by Ying Ziyu, she turned over and pressed him under her regardless of the indiscriminate situation, and put the ancient sword on his neck and asked fiercely: "What kind of monster are you!"

Ying Ziyu frowned when he heard this, "Yin Xiaoqian, were you stupid by the Blood Wing Bat King?"

When Yin Wenqian heard this, she knew that this guy was a real person, so she let him go.

The two of them stood up from the ground, just about to look for the traces of the Bloodwing Bat King, but they saw a group of demons dancing in mid-air.

Dozens or hundreds of ghost-faced demon bats dragged the Bloodwing Bat King, who had long since lost the ability to fly, into the air, tearing and gnawing its flesh frantically like a mosquito and fly had touched a piece of bloody flesh.

And after the Blood Winged Bat King fought Yin Wenqian repeatedly, he was not only injured, but also almost exhausted the energy in his body. At this time, he was besieged and bitten by hundreds of ghost-faced demon bats, and he was powerless to return to the sky. I could only let out a terrible and desperate howl continuously.

Ying Ziyu looked at the bloody cannibalism scene in front of him, and almost wanted to vomit.

The flesh that kept spilling blood droplets from the air on the ground was disgusting.

At this time, Yin Wenqian asked Ying Ziyu, "You put them in?"

Ying Ziyu nodded, and then explained: "You didn't know how scary you were just now! I thought you were going to successfully kill the Bloodwing Bat King, but you suddenly stopped and yelled at it......

"Okay, don't talk about it!" Yin Wenqian directly interrupted, "This time, you came up with a plan to drive the wolf and the tiger in a hurry, which is a bit clever!"

Ying Ziyu sighed when he heard this: "Originally, it was one in and one out, but now it has to be blooded three times......"

Before Ying Ziyu finished speaking, he saw Yin Wenqian cut down a ghost-faced demon bat that flew over with a sword, and immediately shut up.

"If you say more, I'll cut you lightly with my sword, just like it!" Yin Wenqian said, the ancient sword in his hand lightly slashed the head of the ghost-faced demon bat on the ground.

Ying Ziyu nodded obediently and obediently.

The next moment, I saw a bloody skeleton smashed from the air to the ground, what a tragic situation, it is inconvenient to speak.

"Is this all over?" Ying Ziyu said, but he hid himself behind Yin Wenqian and asked cautiously, "Is it dead?"

Yin Wenqian felt that her IQ had been provoked, and said coldly: "You try to make yourself look like that!"

Ying Ziyu's expression was stunned, and then he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Forget it!"

At this time, those ghost-faced demon bats that only had one rank and two grades were all hanging upside down on the top of the uneven cave like undulating after eating the flesh and blood of the sixth-grade Blood-Winged Bat King, and their wings wrapped their whole bodies into a dormant refining state.

"Are they opening up to us because they're thanking us for giving them the Bloodwing Bat King to enjoy?" asked Ying Ziyu with a wry sigh.

Yin Wenqian sneered: "They are ruined by the 'delicacy', and they don't bother to eat fish skin tofu again!"

Ying Ziyu was annoyed.

And at this time, with the demise of the Bloodwing Bat King, the faint red layer in this secret room also quietly faded.

Yin Wenqian's eyes swept around, but she found that at some point, there were two more quaint vermilion lacquer gates on the stone wall behind her, five meters wide and ten meters high, which were full of copper nails the size of a human head, and the copper nails were rusty.

Yin Wenqian took a deep breath and was about to pull Ying Ziyu towards the last portal, but found that Ying Ziyu was leaning over in front of the bones of the Blood Winged Bat King at this time, not knowing what he was doing.

Yin Wenqian walked behind Ying Ziyu with a cold face holding the ancient sword, first kicked him lightly on the calf, and then asked after he turned his head to look at him, "What are you doing?"

Ying Ziyu's eyes lit up instantly when he saw Yin Wenqian, and he couldn't wait to say, "Let's see if there is a demon mark in this guy's body?"

Yin Wenqian didn't talk nonsense when she heard this, she took a step forward and pointed into a sword, and slashed at the bloody skull of the Bloodwing Bat King in the air.

Hearing only a click, the bat king's skull was directly cracked, Yin Wenqian stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a red light cluster fell into his grasp, turning into a small blood-red seal, which was branded with six demon patterns.

Under Ying Ziyu's scorching gaze, Yin Wenqian played with the demon seal in her hand at will, and directly showed an expression of lack of interest, and directly threw it to Ying Ziyu, and turned around and left a sentence at the same time: "An ordinary six-grade spiritual attribute demon seal, garbage!"

Ying Ziyu hurriedly caught the demon seal, and then looked at Yin Wenqian's slender back and sighed: "There is really no way to compare!"

Then, he hurriedly caught up with Yin Wenqian and walked with her to the last vermilion gate.

The two stood in front of the door and glanced at each other, and Ying Ziyu nodded at Yin Wenqian.

So the two of them stretched out their hands together and pressed them on the simple and heavy vermilion lacquered wooden door, and pushed them open vigorously.

As the two of them opened the door that had been sealed for many years, they only felt a desolate and ancient aura rushing towards them.

"Let's enter!"

Yin Wenqian said, step into it first.

Ying Ziyu shook his palm nervously and walked into it closely.

The space behind the vermilion lacquer gate is the end of Ying Ziyu and Yin Wenqian's spiritual journey, which is no longer a cave or a secret room, but an ancient and dilapidated rock square, the size of four Xicheng squares, empty and lonely.

Ying Ziyu looked around, and all he saw was dilapidated and desolate, the ground was full of devastation, cracks, and countless messy wild grasses took root in the cracks and grew wantonly, but it did not bring a trace of life to this place. At the four corners of the square, there is a white jade pillar that needs to be hugged by four people and engraved with moire and flying birds, three of which have cracked and collapsed under the erosion of time, and the remaining one, although generally intact, is already full of cracks, as if it may collapse at any time.

"How does it feel like traveling back in time to the ancient times!"

Ying Ziyu said stiffly, just the gloomy atmosphere of the scene here made him timid.

Yin Wenqian didn't speak, her eyes stayed in the center of the rock square.

Ying Ziyu followed her gaze, and saw that in the center of the square, a trapezoidal altar rose from the ground, a hundred feet high, and layers of dusty stone steps were stacked from the rock square, all the way to the top of the altar, unimpeded, as if to welcome the two pilgrims.

Ying Ziyu looked at the ancient and solemn altar and couldn't help but murmur: "I often hear people say that the journey of searching for the soul is nine deaths! Today, I don't know if you and I will lose their lives here."

Yin Wenqian's body stiffened, and then she didn't say anything, and walked directly towards the altar.

Ying Ziyu didn't move, just watched her somewhat lonely back approaching the unknown step by step, and a complex and indescribable emotion arose in her heart, as if she saw her past - even if she was alone, she was still moving forward.

Ying Ziyu hurriedly ran towards the altar, but stopped again in front of the stone steps, and raised her head to Yin Wenqian, who was more than 20 steps away from her, and shouted, "Yin Xiaoqian!"

Yin Wenqian paused and didn't look back.

Ying Ziyu then said: "Are you so indifferent to the world?"

"What do you want to say?" Yin Wenqian asked coldly.

"People like you shouldn't have any friends!" Ying Ziyu said, seemingly gloating.

"First, I don't need it, and they don't deserve it!" Yin Wenqian said indifferently.

"You have such a temperament......" Ying Ziyu smiled bitterly, "even I don't dare to be friends with you anymore!"

"When did I say that you and I are friends! Do you think you are very good?" Yin Wenqian said in a slightly higher tone.

Ying Ziyu did not speak this time, but climbed the stairs until he stood on the same stone steps as Yin Wenqian.

"I think so......" Ying Ziyu turned his head to look at her perfect side face and said with a serious expression, "It's still quite appropriate for me to be your boyfriend!"

Yin Wenqianyue raised her eyebrows, and she was about to draw her sword to give him a good look.

Ying Ziyu didn't give her a chance, took her hand and walked straight up.

"Yingzi fish!"

Yin Wenqian struggled to withdraw her hand while screaming at Ying Ziyu who was holding her hand.

"What's wrong?"

Ying Ziyu replied, but she didn't let go of her hand, and she didn't stop slowly climbing.

"Don't you want to know why I still have to search for this thing even though I have a spirit?" asked Yin Wenqian through gritted teeth.

Ying Ziyu turned his head to look at her, then nodded, "I'm really curious." Why?"

"Because I want to give strength to those who follow me!" Yin Wenqian said seriously.

Ying Ziyu didn't speak, he didn't know how to say it, because he didn't know how to understand Yin Wenqian's words.

Yin Wenqian took advantage of the situation to withdraw the hand he had been holding for a long time, and the two walked side by side, one left and one right, with a distance of one foot in between.

Seeing that Ying Ziyu didn't speak for a long time, Yin Wenqian continued: "Now you know the gap between you and me, right? The divine power you have been searching for is just a gift that I want to give to others casually. I was born in an ancient martial arts clan and a family of gods, with unlimited resources, and my talent for cultivating bamboo is beyond the reach of others. And you Ying Ziyu has no teacher, and you have no background behind you, and you are still struggling at the beginning of your cultivation. To tell you the truth, your appearance is indeed hard to find in the world, and it is something I have never seen before. But what can you do with it? It's always the mortals who will be confused by a skin. True cultivators, pure hearts and natures, in their eyes, there are some things that are really not worth mentioning compared to the Great Dao!"

After Yin Wenqian finished speaking, she quietly looked at Ying Ziyu.

In her opinion, her words are thought-provoking enough.

Then, Ying Ziyu nodded slowly, and said very seriously: "That's right! No wonder I have met many beautiful girls in the past few days since I came out of the Hidden Dragon Cliff, but none of them have made me feel excited and want to chase them desperately. It turns out that it's not that they're not good-looking, it's because I'm pure-hearted!"

Yin Wenqian: ......

"But......" Ying Ziyu changed his words and said a little sobly, "I don't think it's necessarily the credit of my pure heart, it may also be that I'm too young to understand the things between men and women! Speaking of Yin Xiaoqian, you are worthy of being a person who has participated in the Zen machine, you always see things very thoroughly, and you know everything!"

Yin Wenqian felt extremely angry in her heart.

This guy must have been beaten little since he was a child, and he directly turned things upside down and played scoundrels when he didn't want to admit them! He really wasted all his well-intentioned encouragement and earnest teachings, and he was all blind in vain.

"All the good intentions have been in vain!" Yin Wenqian shook her head and sighed.

At this time, I heard Ying Ziyu speak again: "Yo! Yin Xiaoqian, look, we are up!"

After speaking, Ying Ziyu went to pull Yin Wenqian's hand again......

To be continued