The ancient family, as the name suggests, is inherited from the ancient world, and has been inherited undefeated after endless years, even if it is a small family, it is enough to become a behemoth, the background is unfathomable, any disciple who comes out is a Tianjiao-level character, but there are already two sons in the hands of Leng Feng, it is too bizarre.

Leng Feng frowned, the black meat on his chest was like an entrenched poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move, always ready to deprive himself of life, it was impossible not to take it to heart, the black meat was above the heart.

"Roar!" Jiang Yifei was killed by the cold wind, thousands of Danu lost control, a few red eyes were killed by Hua Shenjian like a cold wind, and the other Danu rushed out of the door out of instinct to avoid the cold wind and rushed in all directions.

Time is the greatest witness, and it will surely write the most perfect answer.

Leng Feng is not a pessimist, he doesn't have to take the problems that can't be solved at the moment to heart, he can push them into the future, withdraw the Hua Shen Sword, and his figure swept out.

The so-called fire dragon inheritance cold wind is also a little exciting, after all, it is an ancient ruin, and there must be a lot of treasures, but compared to it, in the cold wind's view, it is more exciting to solve the historical mystery of the year.

Five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are high pecked, each hugging the terrain, intriguing...

A towering cylindrical building rises from the ground like a finger to the sky, hundreds of feet high, like a peerless beauty who has faded out of color, has been vicissitudes, only the knife and axe on the ruins of the broken wall recorded the bits and pieces of the year, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, itself is a witness of history!

Leng Feng walked in, a small number of Danu somehow rushed into this place and fought with the monks without fear of death, there were still a few inconsequential stone carvings left on the decaying wooden frame, and Leng Feng found nothing after careful inspection, so he turned around and went up to the second layer.

The second layer is still the same, the third layer, the fourth layer, the fifth layer... Leng Feng seriously searched for the remaining information on every floor, and he didn't gain anything until he went up to the ninetieth floor, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, if there was no record of the year in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I am afraid there would be no more.

On the ninety-first floor, the ninety-second floor, and the ninety-third floor, there are some stone carvings about the exercises that have been obtained by some monks, but there is no mention of ancient things

Leng Feng's hurried figure suddenly stopped, his face froze, and the air in front of him suddenly tore a crack, and three forty-five-level stone guards walked out of it, all of them were puppets without any emotion and stabbed at Leng Feng. A few more cracks were torn, and a few stone guards came out to kill the other monks.

Leng Feng was not surprised, and the guards appeared, indicating that there might be any information that needed to be guarded here, and the cyan Hua Shen Sword burst out with a fierce sword intent, turning into a cloud of streamer and instantly cutting off the head of a stone guard.

Ignoring the remaining stone guards, the cold wind used the world's extreme speed, and the figure rushed upstairs quickly like a ghost.

Ninety-fourth floor, level 50 stone guards.

Ninety-fifth floor, fifty-fifth level stone guard.

Ninety-sixth floor, level 60 stone guards.

"Sweep through a thousand armies!" Leng Feng shouted loudly with the blood divine spear in his hand, and the momentum of his whole body exploded, the Tai Chi Heart Sutra, Tongtian Immortal Gong and so on roared in his body at the same time, and the blood of the sea blue god flowed like a river, and Rao was extremely reluctant to resist the blow of the three sixty-level stone guards.

The disparity in strength was too great and there were more and more stone guards, and in the blink of an eye, three more stone guards came out of the spatial crack.

Even though Leng Feng's strength was extraordinary, after all, it was only level forty, and it was extremely difficult to be besieged by six level sixty puppets, and there were already many scars on his body, and there was even a blood hole in his lower abdomen that was transparent from front to back.

At the entrance of the ninety-sixth floor, two bloodstained figures appeared, it seemed that they had just gone through a battle of life and death, and the cold wind glanced at it, it was Wang Dan and Long Ao.

Seeing the cold wind that was fighting bloodily again, Wang Dan's face was gloomy as water, when he was in the Fire Dragon Palace, he was pierced by a shot by the cold wind, and almost died. Long Ao was beside Wang Dan, his face was not wavering, but there were turbulent waves in his heart, and the strength of the cold wind was terrifying.

Leng Feng's thoughts were turning rapidly, he had to get out of the siege as soon as possible, otherwise he would be consumed to death by this stone guard sooner or later, the bloody spear in his hand was even more murderous, and the blood-stained long hair was fluttering in the strong wind, at this moment the cold wind was like a god and demon in the world, frantically breaking through in the direction of the ninety-seventh floor.

The Hua Shen Sword was extremely sharp, turning into a ten-zhang cyan giant sword and slashing at a stone guard, and at the same time, Jiang Wang Whip's divine light shone, carrying the supreme divine power to smash into another stone guard.

"Hua Shen Sword?! Ginger King Whip?! With the appearance of the two artifacts, Long Ao's heart was shocked, and his pupils dilated in an instant, he naturally knew very well what the appearance of these two artifacts meant here, and when he looked at the cold wind again, his eyes were full of thick jealousy.

Wang Dan's expression was even more gloomy, the three princes went to kill Leng Feng together, but they only managed to escape, and even Jiang Yifei, who had always been old and vicious, could not escape.

"This ...... Hua Shen Sword, Jiang Wang Whip? At the entrance of the ninety-sixth floor, Ji Haotian rushed in with blood all over his body, also stunned, and glanced at Wang Dan next to him with a gloomy face, after all, he was a child of the family, and instantly understood the reason.

The son of the Li family, Li Danqiong also staggered into the ninety-sixth floor, and before he could express the surprise in his heart, a spatial crack was torn out, and three stones guarded in the void to kill the four princes.

Wang Dan bore the brunt of it, barely blocking a shot, his arms were instantly numb, and at this moment he clearly understood the gap with the cold wind, and roared fiercely: "Give it all to me, otherwise all of them will die!" ”

Although Ji Haotian didn't have much interest in Wang Dan and his group, it was true at this time, and he pulled out his long sword to meet the other stone guard.

"Iron Dragon Array!" Leng Feng's red eyes shouted, and a majestic three-rank spirit array suddenly appeared, and the three-headed iron dragon watered with molten steel roared and roared in the array, dragging the three-headed stone guard.

"Attack on the royal road!" The cold wind unleashed the strongest blow of the Blood Divine Spear, knocking the lone stone guard away with a single shot, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement and stepped into the intersection of the ninety-seventh floor.

"Damn it!" Wang Dan scolded in a low voice, and the cold wind rushed out of the encirclement, and the six-headed stone guards lost their target and killed the four of them in unison.

Ji Haotian also secretly shouted that it was not good, the four of them fought against the three-headed stone guards to the extreme, and if they stayed here in their current form, they would be sent to death, and decisively crushed a white jade token, and their bodies disappeared.

As soon as the cold wind stepped into the ninety-seventh floor, the face that had just relaxed instantly turned dark again.