Yuya!

Wen Gongfu and the others were stunned for a moment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Is it the Yuya they know?

The sun is thinning, and the soup valley is returning to the soup valley, the soup valley of the holy rest of Yuyuan?!

How is this possible, the barbarian king's loyalist shrine was actually built in the relics of the ancestors!

"You little girl don't understand, don't talk nonsense, how can this be Tanggu? You wouldn't say that this abyss is still called Yu Yuan, right? ”

Zhang Xintong shook his head slowly, "This place is called the Void Abyss!" ”

Wen Gongfu and the others breathed a sigh of relief instantly, people are similar, and places have duplicate names, if it is just one place, it may not mean anything. If both overlap, then the meaning is intriguing.

The barbarians are sinners, how can they know about the holy land, and they can still build the ancestral hall to the ancestral land?

"It's here!" Zhang Xintong pointed to the end of the abyss.

It was obviously a dead end, and in front of it was a black-gray mountain that reached into the sky, and there was no grass on the surface of the mountain.

"You're looking for death! How dare you fool us? ”

"This is it, the ancestral hall is in this mountain, it's just that offerings are needed to open the passage!

This is the price to be paid for blasphemy, and if you want to enter, you have to kill a man, sprinkle his blood at the foot of the mountain, sprinkle it three times, and you will see the entrance!

Originally, the Barbarian King's Order could be opened directly, but we lost it.

Now, it can only be accessed through human blood sacrifices. ”

Wen Gongfu looked at the wind soul Ling Fan, and his meaning was self-evident.

Wen Si and the others were about to make a move, but they heard Zhang Xintong sneer, as if he was mocking them.

"What are you laughing at?"

"The barbarians are the guardians of the ancestral burial ground, do you think you can open the entrance with the blood of my people? You are not afraid of the backfire, but try it with the blood of my people.

In a month, the ancestral hall can only be opened once, if you can afford to wait, if you are not afraid of those immortals in the heavenly court who will open the mountain with the order of the barbarian king, you can try it with the blood of my barbarians! ”

"You're not lying?! The barbarians are sinners, when did they become the guardians of the Ancestral Land? ”

"The valley in front is called Yugu, there has been no day and night here for tens of thousands of years, there is only eternal dusk here. The abyss we just came to is the void abyss, and this mountain is called Yu Mountain! ”

Tanggu, Xuyuan, Yushan, only dusk.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, and they were cold from the top of their hearts to their toes.

"Here, is it really Yu Yuan?"

"This place is called Yushan Void Abyss, I don't know if it's the place you know. I have brought you here, and if you want to enter, offer sacrifices for yourselves.

In fact, just sprinkling blood around this mountain three times, if you have a big life, you will not die. Zhang Xintong slowly let go of Wen Yefei's sleeve and stepped aside.

The organs are exhausted, and they are just one step away, and of course the Wen family will not back down.

It was an elder of the Wen family who was bloodletted, and after three circles, a light gate appeared in front of the mountain.

Wen Gong patted the elder on the shoulder and said, "You are a great hero of the Wen family, and after the matter is completed, you will definitely have a place in the list of the seven respects of the Wen family." ”

The elder grinned, and the malaise in his eyes swept away.

Seven Venerables, for elders with foreign surnames, are out of reach.

"Wang Qing, thank you for your love!"

Behind the light gate, there was a different scene.

The magnificent temple is antique and solemn.

It stands high on a lonely peak with a steep protrusion, overlooking all beings, like a god's residence high above.

A few vigorous ginkgo trees stick out of the courtyard.

Along the Qinggu road, all the way up, stepping into the door, immediately feel a secluded.

The ancient trees are towering, the pines and cypresses are forested, the beautiful bamboos are lush, and the grass is green.

In the side hall near the door, on the dense immortal platform, the sparks are swaying, and the tablets of the barbarian kings of the past dynasties are enshrined here.

Zhang Xintong walked quickly to a yellow clay platform, took the incense next to him and lit it, and inserted it into a simple incense burner on the stage.

She kowtowed respectfully four times, her smooth head slamming on the floor with a crisp clasping sound. After kowtowing, Zhang Xintong looked at the wind soul Ling Fan, and tears rolled out of his eyes one by one.

She touched her lips and said in her heart, Uncle Fan, I'm sorry, we're going to die here!

Wen Gongfu stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Xintong out, pinched her small neck with one hand, and used a little strength.

"Why are you kowtowing an extra time?"

Zhang Xintong raised his head and stared at Wen Gongfu hatefully.

"Because three beget all things, and four are outliers... Without one more kowtow, how will the souls here know if I am a friend or foe? ”

Wen Gong tightened his fingers repeatedly, Zhang Xintong's breathing was not smooth, her face gradually turned red, her expression suddenly calmed down, she slowly closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, as if she was laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh, I don't know if I died first, or if your son died first?"

Wen Gong was shocked, turned his head to look at Wen Yefei, Wen Yefei coughed lightly, suddenly rolled his eyes upward, and fell directly to the ground, and a black line suddenly appeared in the middle of his eyebrows, and the black line kept extending upward, and in an instant, it was already approaching the hairline.

Dark red blood bubbled out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose like a babbling stream.

The white clothes on Wen Yefei's body were dyed red after a while.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, and Wen Gong roared angrily, "What have you done to my son? You wicked girl! ”

"Your hands are stained with the blood of barbarians, and exchanging your son's life for the rest of those dead souls is just the beginning!

The executioners who covet the relics of the ancestors and dye the blood of barbarians will die without a place to bury themselves and be punished by Yu Yuan! ”

Zhang Xintong chuckled and turned his head to look at Wen Yefei, his white clothes were stained red with blood, a pair of Danfeng eyes stared at her in confusion, his pupils were like the purest ink jade, and there was a delicate cinnabar mole embedded between his eyebrows, and the porcelain white skin was stained with blood, and the cinnabar seemed to become more dazzling, echoing the blood color.

"Wake up!" A murmur escaped his lips.

Zhang Xintong's smug smile suddenly froze on his face, and his heart suddenly seemed to be stabbed by something, and he twitched in pain.

Rong Ye!

A name suddenly flashed through my mind like a meteor.

The entire ancestral hall began to shake violently, the ground cracked on both sides, and a ravine several feet wide suddenly lay between the two of them.

In an instant, the earth shook.

A loud lapping sound suddenly sounded in the ravine.

It's like some desolate beast is about to burst out.

The ground began to heat and smoke from it.

Everyone in the Wen family set up their talismans, Wen Huafei's body suddenly burned, Wen Gongfu shouted and wanted to sweep to the opposite side, at this time, a fiery red magma suddenly burst out, knocking Wen Gongfu back, the hot magma instantly swallowed a large area of the ground, and continued to roll and rush towards Wen Yefei.

"Fei'er!"

"Rong Ye!

Wen Gongfu and Zhang Xintong shouted at the same time.

Countless earth-level fires surged into the air, and the ground began to melt one by one.

Black smoke filled the sky, cloudy.

It was as if everything was in the midst of this terrible catastrophe. (To be continued.) )