In the wide and empty hall, Na Changchuan's eyes were unblinking, paying attention to the situation of everyone in the light curtain in front of the illusion stairs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After seeing the thin Jindan monk spit blood from his mouth and disappear, Nai Changchuan turned his face and asked Ai Ning:

"Senior, what's going on?"

Now in this hall. Except for him, who was inexplicably dragged over by Ai Ning, the rest had entered the Inheritance Hall thousands of years ago. Even Cheng Mo was because there was a mark on the Inheritance Hall in the half of the Xuanli Continent, so they must be clear about this issue.

Na Changchuan's expression was solemn, but his heart was very uneasy.

On Luoshui's side, the number one combat force Ai Ning and the team's think tank Mondstadt left, plus one of the most nervous about Si Yun, this is equivalent to cutting off Si Yun's two arms from the root!

Yalei's strength has not fully recovered, and her ability is not in battle. And that wind...

Let's not mention that he has always had some kind of intention to make him very unhappy with Si Yun, let's just say that he was also seriously injured a few months ago...

Others, the flame bird can't shoot easily, and the little phantom demon and Si Yun can play a surprise role at most. And Ye Long and Taixu Sect, Nai Changchuan will not trust them...

Thinking about it like this, Si Yun's situation is actually very dangerous!

And without Mondstadt's advice, would her single-cell brain just step into the pit?

"Little things."

Ai Ning raised his eyes and looked at the picture in the light curtain, then closed it again, ignoring the great-grandson whose IQ had dropped to a negative number.

"Mondstadt—" Na Nagagawa also made up his mind not to be disciplined, and turned to look at Mondstadt again.

Mondstadt had been paying close attention to the scene in the light curtain, and his attitude was a little better than Eyring's:

"You don't have to worry, Si Yun is not as brittle as you think..."

Halfway through speaking, there was a bit of surprise in his eyes, but his voice stopped abruptly.

Na Changchuan turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the situation in the light curtain, his eyes suddenly became gloomy.

****

"Call me?" Si Yun's expression was very surprised.

"If it's not you, are there other foxes here?" The red-clothed man's voice was a little lazy and hoarse, as if it could itch deep into people's hearts, but his eyes flashed with scarlet light:

"A demon cultivator also wants to get involved, it's very bold! Oh... There are even demons..."

Na Feng's heart sank, and his footsteps turned slightly, blocking in front of Si Yun.

This is their biggest crisis!

Ninety-nine percent of them were Terran monks, and they were like little white sheep mixed in with the wolves. In the eyes of others, it is a piece of fat that everyone can hold.

He could already feel the eyes of the Terran monks around him who had instantly become fierce.

In the distance, Yun Ting looked at the scene on their side coldly, and when his gaze skimmed over Yun Lu, there was no change in the slightest.

In the direction where the Ten Thousand Sword Sect was located, Xie Hongyu squinted slightly at the two sides of the sword, and the hand placed on the hilt of the sword was loosened, but after all, he didn't go up to add a fire!

As the de facto head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect now, Si Yun's lesson in blood taught her what was most important.

…

"Come here!" The red-clothed male cultivator hooked his finger at Si Yun, and his posture was very arrogant.

"If you let me pass, I'll go over, then I have no face!"

Si Yun poked his head out from behind the wind with a smile, looked at the red-clothed male cultivator and smiled. The eyes were bent into crescents, and there was no fear in the slightest.

The wind felt the soft body that suddenly came up, and the unique fragrance that quietly seeped into the nose, the body stiffened for a moment, and then calmly pressed Si Yun's head back again, staring at the red-clothed male cultivator with an expressionless face, his eyes gloomy.

The other party's cultivation is only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and it seems that it is not very difficult to kill it...

"Where did he come from?"

Behind Si Yun, Ya Lei asked Ye Long in a low voice, looking at the few but all of the valuable accessories on the male cultivator in red, his hand began to move again.

"I don't know." Ye Long's mind was already in the most tense state:

"It may be the prince of which sect!"

His team of hundreds of people is definitely not a rabble, it is definitely an elite division with blood on their hands. The evil aura on his body is very strong.

And although this red-clothed male cultivator is a primordial infant cultivator, his spiritual power looks very vain. There is only one explanation for this.

His cultivation was taken by taking drugs or forcibly ascending.

…

Here, when the red-clothed male cultivator heard Si Yun's words, the tyrannical aura in his body could barely be suppressed, and his expression was even a little distorted:

"I'll let you come!"

Si Yun's gaze had already turned to the illusion staircase, and he muttered:

"They're gone..."

Everyone's attention was diverted because of the argument between Si Yun and the red-clothed male cultivator, and they didn't turn their eyes until Si Yun reminded them, only to find that Yun Ting and the two Jindan monks who were forced into the illusion ladder by her had completely disappeared.

And so it is again!

Everyone's hearts are even more bottomless.

The illusionary ladder was so strange that their temptation was like doing useless work.

Si Yun looked at the quiet staircase and thought: The rest can only look at himself... Or maybe it's luck!

"Let's go!" After only thinking for a moment, Si Yun transmitted the voice to the other people's divine senses, and then took the lead towards the illusion staircase.

Luoshui's people followed closely, and Zhang Xiao Baiyunlu and Ye Long were tied. To their surprise, the two Dao Sects and Jin Cheng actually followed.

Are they so confident in Si Yun?

Outside the Inheritance Hall, you can't fight. The others didn't have the strength of Yun Pavilion that could instantly control the other party with just physical strength and combat skills, and they could only watch Si Yun and them walk towards the illusion ladder.

And in their hearts, Si Yun's move is also in line with their hearts. For them, one more person as a guinea pig for experiments has a better chance of being able to study patterns and dangers, so they will not stand in the way.

Even the red-clothed male cultivator, who had been very hostile to Si Yun before, wisely remained silent at this time.

Scold!

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Si Yun's mouth.

That's human nature!

…

As Si Yun and his party penetrated the water curtain-like light curtain one by one, everyone's eyes fell on the stairs.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, and the stairs were empty.

All the monks were in an uproar.

Where did they go?

****

Si Yun looked at the seemingly endless ladder to the sky in front of him, and the thick mist that swirled around both sides of the staircase, and only hesitated for a moment before taking the first step.

Everyone else is gone, and the rest of the way, you can only walk on your own!

As she took her first step, her head exploded, and then the world swirled, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself in a starry sky.

At the same time, a bookcase suddenly appeared in front of him, and Si Yun walked over slowly, only to see a few iron and silver hook fonts slowly appearing on it.

Have you ever had someone you really love?