There are countless treasures in the ruins of the imperial city, and it is rumored that there are the relics of the two ancient true kings, but the abyss of death is full of flames, which contains strange powers, and the Yuanying True King is all turned away, so naturally he cannot enjoy the benefits inside, so he can only send the outstanding disciples of the sect to come, hoping to cultivate the future leaders of the sect.

Time could not be delayed, and under the leadership of that golden shadow, all the Jindan monks suddenly plunged into the sea of flames, and one after another, they raised their magic weapons and went to the ruins of the imperial city.

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, although he had been isolated at this time, he had to act carefully, sacrificed an ordinary high-grade flying sword, and slowly followed behind the Jindan monks of the various sects, behaving like an ordinary Jindan early stage monk.

The power of the flame is average, equivalent to the fireball technique performed by the foundation building monk, and there is almost no threat to Mo Wentian, but in that flame, there is a strange amount of power, Mo Wentian only feels that the dantian is slightly stagnant, and the mana that usually runs smoothly and freely is a little disobedient to his command, as if it is highly poisonous.

"This ......" Mo Wentian was slightly startled in his heart, and subconsciously operated the mana of the dantian, but the mana, which can usually change instantaneously, became lazy at this time, and under his desperate urging, the mana in the dantian was put into operation.

Although the mana is in operation, the speed is less than one percent of the usual, which means that Mo Wentian's strength at this time is not comparable to one-tenth of the usual one. For a monk, mana is the greatest dependence on his survival, and at this time, the mana of the dantian is limited, even if there is a powerful magic spell. It's all unattainable.

Mo Wentian's mana was difficult to operate, and he immediately felt that the pressure in the depths of the earth suddenly increased, and his whole body seemed to be pressed against a mountain, and the flying sword under his feet sank, and his speed decreased by more than half at the same time.

Mo Wentian was shocked, and turned his eyes to look around, but he soon found that the Jindan monks around him had heavy faces, as if they were under tremendous pressure, and their speed had all slowed down. Especially the monks of the Jindan Dzogchen. His face was even more difficult to see, cold sweat overflowed on his forehead, obviously urging his own mana, and the flying sword under his feet was already trembling slightly.

Apparently the strange power of the flames. The higher the cultivation, the higher the restraint is deeper. The pressure on them is just as surprising. The monks of the Jindan Great Perfection still do not bear the burden, if it is the true king of Yuanying, I am afraid that the mana will not be able to operate at all. Pressed into powder.

And for monks with low cultivation, although the restraint of mana is low, especially for monks below the golden pill, the mana limit is minimal, but they can't pass through the sea of fire, and the danger of the abyss of death lies in this.

According to this calculation, with Mo Wentian's early cultivation of Jindan, it is the most advantageous, at least compared to other Jindan True Monarchs, it seems to be much easier.

All the Jindan True Monarchs hurried forward with difficulty, and at the same time took out all kinds of elixirs that urged mana, so that they could maintain their flight for a longer time, otherwise once they fell into the sea of fire, they would never think about getting out alive.

However, this sea of fire, as if there was never a boundary, has never been able to fly to the end, and those Jindan Great Perfection monks have not borne the burden, they have been left far behind the large army, and the distance is getting bigger and bigger, and it is impossible to keep up.

That golden shadow is extremely strong, and it is almost the cultivation of the Jindan Great Perfection, but the seventh-order spirit wine that has the potential to stimulate is always in the leading position, followed by the Jindan disciples of the Seven Star Palace, they each have the means, of course, they are ahead of the Jindan monks of the subject countries.

Mo Wentian followed the monks of all sects, not showing the mountains and water, in fact, with his current situation, it is not impossible to surpass the golden shadow, but now is not the best time to be in the limelight, otherwise it will cause the anger of Tianyi Zhenjun and others, and if he wants to do it to himself here, I am afraid that it will be difficult to retreat.

Another two or three hours had passed, and half of the monks' mana had difficulty maintaining, revealing obvious mania, and even some Jindan monks had already felt low confidence in whether they could safely cross the abyss of death.

"The scope of this death abyss is so large, I wonder how long it will take for the Dao to come out?" An old man with gray hair was a little anxious, and couldn't help but ask questions around.

But among the Jindan Zhenjun who came, no one had ever been here, so naturally they couldn't respond.

"That's it! That's it! The white-haired old man sighed slightly, and said astringently: "The old man doesn't want to die here, let's go back and save my life!" In the next twenty or thirty years, return to your hometown and enjoy your old age! ”

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired old man suddenly turned his flying sword and headed in the direction of the original path, obviously having lost the confidence to pass through the abyss of death.

After he took the lead in leaving, three or four Jindan monks thought that there was little hope of passing, so they turned around and returned the same way, after all, the abyss of death was named death, of course, it was not so easy.

There are also some monks who do not believe in evil and are not strong enough to force themselves to hold on, but as a result, the mana does not work for a while, and they fall into the sea of fire with a miserable scream, and they die with a whimper.

It flew out less than twenty miles, which was originally only a quarter of an hour for the speed of Jindan Zhenjun, but at this time, it actually used up an hour, under the mysterious power of the abyss of death, they were already tired and dying, and the flying sword under their feet was already shaky, even if the golden shadow was sluggish, it was far from what it was before, and it was the time to test the perseverance of the monks.

Mo Wentian let out a 'hey', and suddenly the speed of the flying sword under his feet accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, he passed several True Monarchs and flew in front of the golden shadow.

"This ...... This stinky boy! Qianli Bing was so angry that he stretched out his hand and turned into a crampon, trying to catch him from behind, but his mana was not as good as one percent of usual, and the power of that crampon was so weak that it melted immediately when it encountered the flames, making a noise in the air, and melting into a white mist.

The golden shadow was also angry, someone actually rushed in front of him, it was just a shame to not put himself in his eyes, he spit out a golden light from his mouth, and turned into a golden flying sword in the flames, following behind Mo Wentian, wanting to kill him here.

That is the natal sword qi he cultivated, usually hidden in the dantian, with mana constantly warmed, once the sacrifice is like lightning, with the power of splitting the river and breaking the mountain, the monks of the Jindan Great Perfection do not dare to take it hard.

But now it is not the same as in the past, his mana operation has been extremely difficult, ninety percent of his energy is on the way of the sword, the power of this natal sword qi is pitiful, and it is slow in the flames, always following behind Mo Wentian, getting farther and farther away from the goal.

"...... this?" The golden shadow snorted coldly, and watched Mo Wentian's back getting farther and farther away, and suddenly became a little unconvinced, urging the mana like a life, but the flying sword under his feet was always as slow as a snail, and he could only be stretched wider and wider, and was left far behind.

"Boy, I actually ran in front of Benjun, and when I waited for the ruins of the imperial city, I would definitely want you to look good." The golden shadow roared coldly, it seemed to contain anger, he was born as a proud son of the sky, and he was actually preempted by the juniors in the early stage of Jindan? Immediately feel that his dignity has been provoked, and naturally he must not let this person go.

Mo Wentian was stunned, urging the flying sword under his feet with all his strength, flying quickly in the sea of fire, he has always behaved ordinary, and the sudden outbreak at this time is to get rid of Tianyi Zhenjun and others, otherwise mixed in their team, even if they pass through the abyss of death safely, it is difficult to escape death in the ruins of the imperial city, anyway, they have been isolated by everyone, it is better to have a greater grasp of their own actions and lives.

After flying for less than three hours, when even Mo Wentian felt a little tired, the flames around him became thinner and thinner, until they disappeared completely, and the pressure on his body suddenly decreased, and he had obviously passed through the abyss of death.

Mo Wentian looked up, but saw that seven or eight miles away, there was a city standing in the dark, the city wall was dozens of zhang high, stretching and twisting for hundreds of miles, as if it was a giant dragon lying in the ground, and the rough and majestic momentum was amazing and shocking.

There are collapsed and destroyed ruins everywhere, as if they are traces of mana destruction, and the entire city is silent, abandoned for countless years, and there is no breath of life left.

"This is the ruins of the Imperial City?"

Mo Wentian's face was a little heavy, and what worried him was that since he came here, the head of his finger had lost his spirituality, obviously restricting the function of teleportation, and only in places where prohibitions and formations were arranged, the effect of sect teleportation would be lost, and such places were often dangerous places for nine deaths.

The Jindan monk who belonged to the Great Qin Kingdom, who came here through the abyss of death, was obviously the only one, and the Jindan monk from the Darong Kingdom had another passage to walk, which was full of bone-chilling cold wind, even if someone had passed through safely, but they were also entering from the city gate in the opposite direction, and it was impossible to meet here.

Mo Wentian walked across the dry moat, walked into the city gate with a solemn expression, as if he was walking into the mouth of a giant beast, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, he took out the map jade slip of the ruins of the imperial city, and silently sensed it on his forehead.

In an instant, a map unfolded in my mind, the lines on it crisscrossed and criss-crossed, as if it were the streets of the imperial city, and along one side of the line, there were forty-nine halls scattered and shining, some of which shone dazzlingly, and the halls showed magnificent shadows on the map; But most of them have been eclipsed and are in ruins on the map.

Mo Wentian has already consulted the classical books, and it is rumored that there are eighty-one halls in the Nine Fingers Imperial City, each hall represents the inheritance of a true king, which is full of endless dangers and crises, but also contains great opportunities, and it is even rumored that two of them are the mansions of the True King of the Big Dipper and the True King of the Heavenly Demon. (To be continued......)