The death of Dean Chen Yun did not cause any fluctuations, but all the students felt happy.

"Ye Wushuang is the first in the annual assessment, but there are objections!"

At this time, the old dean stepped out, stood in the air, and asked the high-level elders of the school palace and the participating teams.

"No objections!"

The disciples of the school palace in the square said in unison, and their voices resounded in the sky.

The high-level of the school palace, whether they were against it before or not, now they all raised their hands in agreement, what are you kidding, Ye Wushuang at this time, but the son-in-law of the Shendu Su clan, even if they give them a few lives, they don't dare to refute, not to mention that Ye Wushuang is the first in the annual assessment, which is an indisputable thing.

Let's ask, in the school palace, who can still win Ye Wushuang.

"Good!"

The old dean who was in a dross body, a gleam erupted in his eyes, and behind him, a terrifying mountain phantom appeared, suppressing the void, "This time, for the sake of the Ten Palaces Competition, the Dragon Ruins Trial, the Vermilion Bird True Blood that has been treasured in the Academy Palace for thousands of years, will be awarded to Ye Wushuang." ”

Seeing the phantom of the mountains behind the old dean who was in a mess, the high-level people in the school palace were all excited, and someone in the school palace finally set foot in the realm of mountains and seas.

"Ten Palaces Competition, there are three teams participating in my Daxu Academy, and now the other two teams will be decided, as for Ye Wushuang, come with me!"

The old dean's kind gaze fell on Ye Wushuang's body.

"Brother Wushuang, come on!" Di Luo smiled.

"Grandma's, it's a pity that there is only one drop, otherwise one drop per person will be cool!" Hua Wuyang smiled.

"I'm waiting for you, it's time to go home!" Han Shan said honestly.

"Okay, when I refine the true blood of the Vermilion Bird, we will go home and accompany Hei Bo for the New Year!" Ye Wushuang smiled slightly and went with the old dean.

"Good boy, let's go!"

The old dean glanced at Ye Wushuang kindly and said.

"Thank you, Dean!"

Ye Wushuang bowed slightly.

"Yes, yes, I know how to respect my elders!" the old man smiled.

I saw a flash of light on the ring, and a chicken leg and a pot of turbid wine appeared in the old man's hand, and he started to eat.

Seeing the old man's skillful movements, Ye Wushuang was very curious.

"Ahem!"

"It's really helpless!"

The old man's greasy hand wiped his body, and the corner of his mouth said with a smile: "My martial spirit is special, it is gluttonous!"

"Gluttony?"

Ye Wushuang's body trembled and he almost fell.

Ye Wushuang didn't expect that this old man who was full of scumbags turned out to be a peerless fierce beast, gluttonous, Ye Wushuang was really shocked.

"Don't be envious!"

The old man opened his mouth and smiled, and the smile at this time was as cheap as he could.

Ye Wushuang directly shifted his gaze, his own Holy Dragon Martial Spirit, didn't he drag it like this?

Ye Wushuang followed behind the old man and came to a deserted cave, looking at the ruins, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but smack his tongue, he couldn't help but smack his tongue, he wouldn't be able to hide such a treasure as Vermilion Bird's true blood, just hide it here!

"Let's go, Suzaku True Blood is in the cave!"

The old man grinned.

At this time, Ye Wushuang rolled his eyes, this is too casual, such a treasure as Vermilion Bird True Blood is hidden in such a place casually.

"Boy, you have to keep up!" The old man naturally knew Ye Wushuang's thoughts, and walked straight to the cave.

"Is there a mystery that can't be done!"

Hearing the words, Ye Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed, Ye Wushuang followed behind the old man, and indeed found some terrifying prohibitions in these ruins, although they were broken, but even if a martial artist in the Lingwu realm touched it, he would definitely die.

The moment he stepped into the cave, a broken giant gate appeared, and on top of the giant gate, a terrible Vermilion Bird was carved, lifelike, wanting to take off into the air, and the Vermilion Bird True Flame around him seemed to burn the heavens.

Ye Wushuang also discovered that on top of this broken gate, there was a terrifying Vermilion Bird True Intent, as if there was a living Vermilion Bird guarding here.

Ye Wushuang's body shook.

"This is the Vermilion Bird Divine Gate, if it weren't for the Vermilion Bird Divine Gate here, guarded by a trace of the Vermilion Bird Spirit, the Vermilion Bird's true blood would have been taken away by someone long ago!" the old man sighed.

I saw that in the old man's hand, a Vermilion Bird token appeared, and the Vermilion Bird Token was placed on the Vermilion Bird Divine Gate, and the Divine Gate, which had been sealed for thousands of years, finally opened slowly, as if leading to the era of the flood famine.

"Let's go inside!"

The old man sat down cross-legged and said to Ye Wushuang.

"Good!"

At this time, Ye Wushuang naturally understood that it seemed that for thousands of years, there had been countless people watching the true blood of the Vermilion Bird, and they had not left yet. Ye Wushuang didn't say much, and walked straight into the Divine Gate.

In the ten thousand burial pits, Ji Ruxue, who was sleeping on the huge bed of white bones made of thousands of feet, suddenly opened her eyes at this moment, and a flash of divine light shot out of those eyes, and her thousand-foot-long white hair danced wildly in an instant, "Vermilion Bird Divine Gate, open!"

Ji Ruxue's eyes were bright.

"Congratulations, my lord, by Ji Ruxue's side, the demon with wings on his back knelt down and congratulated. ”

"I've been waiting for this day for thousands of years!"

Ji Ruxue muttered to herself.

Ji Ruxue's hand swiped lightly, the void in front of her instantly cracked, the ten thousand burial pits instantly cracked, and Ji Ruxue's eyes were hot.

At this time, in the pavilion not far from the Ten Thousand Burial Pit, the old man who was sitting with his eyes closed opened his eyes and looked at the Ten Thousand Burial Pit.

"Still don't give up?"

Under the black robe, a hoarse voice came out, slowly stood up, and walked away in the air.

In the crack of the Ten Thousand Burial Pit, a huge bed of white bones flew out and was about to fly to the Great Ruins Academy, but at this time, a sigh sounded.

"Hey!"

"Why don't you give up?"

The giant white bone bed that had just flown out of the crack shattered in an instant, and the body of the old man shrouded in black robe fell from the sky.

"Who is it?"

"Dare to stop me!"

Ji Ruxue, who had three thousand feet of white hair, roared angrily.

"You're dead, so why do you want to be reborn?" The voice sounded, and a mysterious rhythm sounded between heaven and earth, and the ten thousand burial pits continued to collapse.

Ji Ruxue jumped out of the ten thousand burial pits, staring at the figure shrouded in black robes, her eyes were mixed with extreme anger, and she spit out a cold voice: "Prevent me from being reborn, there is no mercy for killing!"

Ji Ruxue's three thousand white hairs danced wildly in an instant, like a chain of order, killing the black-robed man.

But the terrible white hair, three inches in front of the old man, inexplicably turned into nothingness, and the figure in the black robe was still sighing.

"Extinguish!"

The figure under the black robe, stretched out his hand, and slapped it out directly, above the sky, a terrible Buddha light appeared, and a huge palm crushed against the ten thousand burial pits, and before the palm arrived, the entire ten thousand burial pits had sunken down.

Ji Ruxue's three thousand white hairs instantly turned into nothingness.

"Impossible?"

"In the land of projectiles, how can there be a person like you?" Ji Ruxue's eyes showed a look of shock, and she turned around to flee.

"Now, it's too late!"

Under the black robe, there was a leisurely sigh.

"No!"

Seeing the huge palm crushing over, Ji Ruxue showed a look of despair.

"Did you make a move?"

The old man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the Vermilion Bird Divine Gate had his eyes darkened, as if he had penetrated the void.

Looking at the huge palm above the heavenly dome, a trace of horror appeared in his eyes, even the strongest Buddhist sect mastery of the Great Ruyi Divine Palm can.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the ten thousand burial pits were sunken, leaving a huge palm print, and the ten thousand burial pits turned into ruins, and the black-robed man glanced at it and turned away.

(End of chapter)