"The seniors above, can you tell me where Leng Qiu is?"

Yin Miaoyi didn't expect Leng Qiu to appear, so she hurriedly asked.

In her thoughts, no one could go up to the eighth layer, the power was too great.

"Yin Miaoyi, I'm afraid your plan is about to fail, Leng Qiu must have died on the seventh layer! She is the Netherworld of the Dark Temple, I saw her use the Divine Illusion Codex!"

Lang Yu, who was on the five hundred floors below, deeply remembered the things he had been taught, his expression was grim, and he yelled coldly.

"Yes, I've seen it too, we gibbons can easily see through her hiding. Leng Qiu must have been killed!"

When Da Mo saw the ghost child, he was almost sure of Leng Qiu's death.

Ye Feihua and Xiaoyaochen's expressions were very cold, and they didn't expect that someone with stronger qualifications and strength than them would appear from the seven hundred layers.

They didn't believe that Leng Qiu died at the hands of the Netherworld, and he must have entered the eighth layer.

This time, I don't know how many good things he has obtained, and he will definitely distance himself again in the future.

"Leng Qiu, it's really terrifying! It must be a genius disciple from the Hidden World Sect, I'm not as good as him!"

Less than half of the hat on Ye Feihua's head remained, and she could see her delicate chin and seductive red lips.

At this moment, the words spit out from the red lips were full of unwillingness and discomfort, but they had to admit it.

"When I regain my memory, maybe I can be with him for a long time, and I can be my friend!"

Xiaoyaochen thinks very highly of himself, looks down on the people of the world, and is indifferent.

Even Ye Feihua, who has cooperated twice, has no such evaluation.

The two of them stood on the seven hundred floors, and after relieving a lot of fatigue, they began to climb to the top.

The steps here are very strange, each three meters wide, like mutton fat white jade, and half a meter high.

If you don't reach the first level, you must use all your strength and need to recover before you can climb again.

Masters feel that this is the best way to improve people's qualifications, but people with low strength feel miserable.

Climbing up is like a terrible climb.

Netherworld didn't answer Yin Miaoyi at all, relieved the fatigue on his body, and prepared to climb the steps.

Even though I didn't know what was on the steps, I didn't want to waste my time.

Leng Qiu, who entered the eighth layer, didn't know what he had gained, maybe he was even stronger!

We must not lag behind, and we must climb this hundred steps as soon as possible.

Yin Miaoyi below didn't hear an answer, and he was very worried in his heart, and his anger rose, but he had to suppress it.

Fight two aliens on the steps and she'll suffer!

You can only climb upwards with all your might.

Many warriors here are climbing frantically, wanting to get out of the Snake Emperor Valley and see what is on it.

In the eighth layer, Leng Qiu worked hard to analyze the secret of the black silk, and finally made a breakthrough.

However, it is still some days before we can master it.

Time passed day by day, and many masters had climbed the eight hundred steps of the ground, and the people of Netherworld, Ye Feihua, and Xiaoyaochen were already approaching eight hundred and five.

The speed of climbing seems to be related to personal cultivation, and the more people in front, the slower it is.

On the contrary, the more humble the person, the faster.

It will cause more than 2,000 martial artists, all of whom are gathered on the 800th level.

Lang Yu looked around and saw countless familiar faces, but he didn't see Leng Qiu, who embarrassed him at the beginning, and couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha, thirty days have passed, and we have finally climbed to the eight hundred steps. But Leng Qiu is gone, he must have died inside!Whahahaha......"

He is now looking forward to Leng Qiu dying inside, and the matter of revenge will be over.

"Leng Qiu, you'd better not die yet, otherwise, who will I seek revenge!

Li Dong didn't shout loudly, just stood on the steps, trying to improve his strength.

"Yes, yes, Leng Qiu is dead, I see who has the strength to stop me at the scene, you wait for death!"

Da Mo was very excited in his heart, and the rest of the human beings were not worried, and they could even be killed with one move.

When the time comes, how many human opportunities will become their own.

Snake Emperor Valley and his party, he definitely wants to make a lot of money!

"Leng Qiu, you should be damned, I have been injured several times because of you!"

The ghost shadow sat in a corner, his eyes shuttling through the crowd, looking very gloomy.

once wanted to get a piece of divine material, but was blocked by Leng Qiu, and the anger in his heart couldn't be vented at all.

Only when he dies can the grudge be ended.

"Leng Qiu, you don't deserve to die, we haven't looked for you for revenge yet!"

The ten sons of Buddhism, at the moment, are shining with golden light and talking wantonly.

"If you don't die, if we go out to the Snake Emperor Valley, we will definitely let your dead things be buried!"

"You are dead, but your family, your sect, is destined to become a funeral!"

"Our fourth-order sect, you can insult the momentum!

Ten bald heads, standing in the crowd, arrogant to the extreme, unbridled and loud talking.

It's been so miserable to be depressed these days, and two brothers have died, and it's a bit of a feeling of raising eyebrows at the moment.

aroused all kinds of disdainful glances from the people around him.

Knowing that Leng Qiu was alive, he didn't dare to let out a fart, but at the moment, he was making a lot of nonsense, how could he feel too disgusting.

Of course, there are many martial artists, who didn't dare to say half a word in the face of Leng Qiu, and now they can't help but discuss:

"A generation of killing gods, falling into the Snake Emperor Valley, may be a funny joke I've seen earlier!"

"You know, he has the strongest qualifications, and it is said that he has reached the eighth layer, but so what, it is not a pile of loess. ”

"The funniest thing is that there is not even a person to collect the body. I really don't know what he will do when the time comes!"

"Hahaha, he is dead, the country he fought down will definitely be snatched away by others, what is Qingyun Sect!"

Most of the people who spoke were sect disciples who had had some conflicts with Leng Qiu before.

For example, the Netherworld Sect, Purgatory, Ice, Yin Puppet Sect, etc., in order to avoid his troubles, they all chose to hide, and they all came out at this moment.

Qi Sheng and Hong Ling, who were in the crowd, heard their discussions, and their hearts were mixed, and they didn't know whether they should stand up at this moment.

Especially Qi Sheng, who has made an oath and is Leng Qiu's slave.

If you can't stop them from saying bad things at this moment, it seems that you haven't done enough.

Just when they were talking nonsense and excited, on the eight hundred and fifty steps, there was a voice from Xiaoyaochen:

"Da Mo, Lang Yu, I've always liked to kill bloodline inheritors, you deserve to die!"

The cold voice was like two sharp swords, piercing into the ears of the most noisy beast.

In an instant, their bodies stiffened, and all their pride, all their arrogance, all disappeared.

"Li Dong, ghost shadow, don't go too far, don't say that Leng Qiu is not dead! Even if he is dead, it is not something you can insult! If you say more, I don't mind going to war!"

At this moment, Yin Miaoyi suddenly stood up, pointed at a few gods, and scolded coldly.

Seeing that someone stood up, Qi Sheng, who had been cultivating for a full fifty days and had already entered the fivefold realm of the Eight Palaces, also stood up, pointed at several sect disciples, and scolded:

"Leng Qiu is my master, what did you just say!"