The dense forest is as vast as the sea, and it is bottomless at a glance.

A violent and violent Xuan Force exploded like a scorching sun, stirring up a wave of heat waves of Xuan Power fluctuations that swept across the dense forests of the Dark Valley.

Wu Chen, who was halfway up the tree, jumped lightly and climbed up skillfully.

Standing firmly on the top of the green canopy with the help of force, the spirit wood under his feet was not the highest, but it did not hinder Wu Chen's distant vision.

The top of the dense forest has a wide field of vision, and the deep forest in the distance is about dozens of miles away, as if a scorching sun has suddenly risen, purple mixed with thick black.

Rising from the depths of the dense forest, it turned into a huge mushroom cloud, but it hurt the dense spiritual wood around it, as if someone had stepped on it directly, and the soles of the feet were round.

It made Wu Chen a little stunned, and smacked his tongue and secretly thought that if he resisted this time, even if the hole card was half out of the immortal, it was estimated that it would be seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Immediately, a beast roar mixed with fury resounded through the dense forest, and several not weak mystical power powers emerged one after another, scattered in several directions, as if they were encircling something.

Among them, there is a mysterious power fluctuation that makes Wu Chen feel familiar, but it is not familiar, how can he not be familiar with Wu Chen's hard work for a whole night before he dares to appear?

Several magic weapons from the monks began to bloom with brilliant light, and the dust that had been sealed for many years was rare to break the dust and open the seal.

Despite this, in front of the bright purple light, it was still like a small star.

The sound of collision that erupted one after another was not small, and Wu Chen suddenly turned his head to look back, not with his naked eyes, but with his divine sense.

At the edge of the outer periphery of the dense forest hundreds of miles away, a thin layer of mystical power suddenly rose out of thin air, enveloping most of the central core area of the dense forest in the Dark Valley, and only one family in the Heavenly Dao Mansion could do it, after all, the magic circle or the monks used to maintain it were by no means beyond the reach of ordinary lone monks or sects.

The effect of the Xuanli Cover is not to suppress the monks within its enveloping range, after all, if you want to achieve such an effect, it is no less than the mountain protection array that the Zongzi Mountains in Zhongzhou have hollowed out most of the family resources and tried their best to build, and the effect of the Xuanli Cover rising in the dense forest of the Dark Valley is to isolate the movement in it, preventing the Xuanli from spreading to the periphery and causing some unnecessary trouble.

At this time, Wu Chen was worried about the few twilight Xuanhuang he had seen, and the strange appearance in the dense forest of the Dark Valley would be the master's mansion and courtyard, but he was afraid that in the end, the bamboo basket would be empty.

But this is not what Wu Chen should worry about, in the words that he can jump into the Xuanhuang in the barren land of Beizhou, that is not a thorny slippery loach, and he can live to this day without the means of pressing the bottom of the box?

said that the Empress Xuan, who was called the "suzerain" by the hairpin man, estimated that she would be a big man when she flipped through the literature and history of Beizhou.

The silk brocade is moving, but Wu Chen roughly knows what the half-dead Xuanhuang who only has one breath left to hang is for.

The world only knew that the associated amethyst source produced by the Purple Wing Xuanshi King was strange and rare, but for those who had advanced cultivation, especially the Xuanhuang monks who went to the dense forest of the Dark Valley, the temptation of the associated amethyst source for them was far less than the risk they took before they died.

You must know that what they are plotting is a purple-winged lion king of the second order of the upper realm!

Wu Chen, who couldn't help sighing, said to himself: "The courage is really big, even that guy's Xuandan dared to rob, he could have lived a few more years, this is good, it can only be cheaper The Xuanlion, I didn't expect that this house and a courtyard could actually sing and harmonize with that one, but it's good to be dead, anyway, they are all dead people." ”

retracted his gaze, and also suppressed the thought of going to see a lively scene, after all, others are closing the door and beating dogs, so don't be stupid to be treated as dogs.

A light jump, Wu Chen, who was about to jump off the canopy, suddenly condensed, temporarily hanging in the air, and at a glance, the top of the vast canopy was one after another, except for him Wu Chen was watching the play leisurely, but he didn't expect that there was a co-viewer not far away.

Dressed in a blue-gray linen robe, the gray and white hair of some grass was on the top of his head, and his face was slightly wrinkled, but it was not as wrinkled as the old man in sackcloth and hairpins he had seen.

If it weren't for the extraordinary appearance of half a foot hanging in the air, with the appearance of an old man, he would definitely be a kind grandfather who loves his young children and young grandchildren among the people in the market.

Wu Chen's eyes were condensed, and his eyebrows were frequently wrinkled, as if he was facing a great enemy.

A feeling of palpitations arose.

I don't know how long the old man who stood next to Wu Chen, there was no trace of mystic power around him, and Wu Chen also failed to perceive the existence of the old man in the hemp robe from beginning to end, Wu Chen was not a young monk who had just come down the mountain to practice, his divine consciousness was scattered in a radius of 100 meters from beginning to end, always vigilant, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but sweat coldly and wet his back.

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, the praying mantis catches the cicada. ”

This time, I don't know which side will be the bamboo basket to draw water.

The corners of Wu Chen's mouth were a little bitter, didn't he say that there were few strong people in Beizhou? Emperor Xuan was already in the sky, why did he casually meet two people one after another?

First of all, Li Baliang, the owner of the noodle restaurant in the small restaurant, and then the old man in the hemp robe in front of him, who he couldn't detect, seemed to be stronger than Li Baliang, it seems that this cultivation without the upper three realms is not good for pigs and tigers.

If you are determined to explore the roots of the old man in the hemp robe, it is not impossible to rely on Wu Chen's vast divine sense now, but it will only provoke a person who Wu Chen himself can't see through, but he must be a Xuan Xiu powerhouse in the upper three realms.

As shown in the picture in the noodle restaurant of the small restaurant, Li Baliang, who had a confrontation for the first time, did not delve into Wu Chen's roots.

It's all the same.

The old man in the linen robe seemed to notice Wu Chen's gaze, twisted his neck a little slowly, and looked in the direction of Wu Chen.

With his eyes facing each other, Wu Chen saw the ordinary face of the old man in the linen robe, and suddenly remembered Fu Bo who took care of him growing up, as kind.

However, in an instant, it seemed to be longer than the number of quarters of an hour for him to hide from the old man of the Xuan Empress period.

There was a slight sound, and Wu Chen landed safely.

Looking up at the sky above the lush dense forest, there were only thick dark green branches and leaves, but on top of it was an ordinary and extraordinary old man.

Wu Chen walked slowly, unhurriedly, still walking towards the original core area, and slightly away from the place where he saw the fight at the top of the canopy.

If Wu Chen still had a little intention of taking advantage of the fire to rob and pick up a leak before, but since he met the old man in the hemp robe, Wu Chen completely extinguished this thought.

Misfortune and misfortune depend on each other, and misfortune and misfortune depend on each other! But this misfortune is obviously far more than blessing.