The low mountains are in different directions, the cold spring is cold, the blood is inexhaustible, the wind is difficult to stop, three or two steps are full of a scene, and the stone cliffs of five or six breaths fly horizontally.

The two of them ran very fast, looking at the scattered pavilions and pavilions on the mountain.

"Since this place is extremely weird, why do we still have to go to the muddy water, besides, there are already many cultivators who have gone up the mountain, I'm afraid we won't get any benefit. Yan Wuyi was in a hurry, and he couldn't see through Chu Jin's difficult moves.

The stone roads are criss-crossed, the ancient trees are rising, the blood bushes are thick, quite eerie and terrifying, the closer to the mountain, a cold feeling that makes the heart tremble strangely spreads.

"Since the dwarf mountain has not collapsed, the essence of the demon pill must not have been taken away, and you have obtained the inheritance of the emperor in the ancient peak of the Black Mountain, and you are naturally the most likely person to be recognized by the essence of the demon pill. ”

The corners of Chu Jin's mouth rose, and the light in his eyes flashed, and he looked like he was bound to win.

The essence of the demon pill is so precious, if it is obtained, the avenue can be expected.

"To put it lightly, the Luo family has been in this Changxia City for many years, and the heritage is profound, and many strong people will be sent to explore the realm, although I am not afraid, but why bother asking for trouble. Yan Wuyi smiled helplessly, but his footsteps did not stop for a moment.

"The ancient pavilion is close at hand, love can't go. Chu Jin grinned, then increased his speed again, and walked like flying.

Although Yan Wuyi saw the situation clearly, he still couldn't help but be curious in his heart, shook his head and sighed lightly, and followed his shape closely.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the low mountain, there was a thick blood whistling and rolling, the sky suddenly changed, and bursts of blood clouds gathered, and the sky was not seen and the red sun was not seen.

This is like another world, the heavenly palace of heavy clouds rises from the sky, hanging in a steep and steep place, exuding a trace of bone-eroding cold, and the deep and dark palace groups are lined up one after another, haunted by the demonic aura of devouring bones and breaking souls.

The green smoke is poisonous, the strange fog is sorrowful, and then look at it, the roof of the attic is full of sacrificial flags, soul flags, emperor worship, Shura platform, eerie and terrifying, blood and horror.

The strange demonic aura that lingers around the viscera tower floats in the sky, reflecting the black ancient palace in a drowsy and dark and secluded manner, with thousands of unique palaces standing in a forest, exuding the meaning of vast antiquity, ancient and solemn.

"Emperor Kong......" Chu Jin recited the name of the Lord of the Demon Realm again, but he still had no clue, but the demon cultivation of the Demon Realm in ancient times that could reach such a level must have a terrifying origin.

"This mountaintop is so strange. Yan Wuyi sighed with emotion, his whole body was full of energy, and his spiritual eyes flowed to prevent the crisis from coming.

The scene in front of him was magnificent and mysterious, opening up a strange and spectacular Yin Pavilion in the demon realm, more like a hell city, which made people feel awe-inspiring, if it weren't for the heavy tomb walls engraved with prohibitions all around, Li Feng was a little suspicious that this was the entrance to the netherworld.

The undulating palace is densely layered, if you look at it from the sky, this palace seems to be guarding a six-storey tower in the center, the shape is like Heluo, and it looks like a peony.

The two of them passed through several empty ancient pavilions, and suddenly heard a loud and noisy sound, and they were vigilant to erase it.

"Yuntuo Qingji, Jiuya has no pass. ”

The place where the sound comes from, carved with eight ancient characters, reflecting the four directions, the edge is hidden and the changes are endless, the magic is cold and like the flow of morality, its momentum is overwhelming, and its shape is wonderful.

"Qi Si Yan, don't deceive people too much!" A voice of fear came from the pavilion, and there seemed to be a conflict.

The two of them quietly looked through the broken ancient window, and there were seven or eight young warriors in a serious confrontation, all of them with a fierce breath and ready to go.

The person who said this was a purple-clothed young man who was sixteen or seventeen years old, and when he saw that his face was pale, he was a little afraid of the person in front of him, and the hand holding the spirit sword trembled fiercely.

Among this group of young people, there happened to be a disciple of Fengqi Pavilion in a star robe, Li Zangfeng, with a cold face and a happy to watch the play.

Since Luo Haihe and others sent out the order, the six camps were all unified, and many disciples of the two pavilions stepped into the demon realm first, because there was an ancient formation in Montenegro, they went to other roads, but the ghost made the gods find out here.

"Do you really think it's your Qi family's territory, and you can grab it if you want to?" The purple-clothed young man frowned, but he was a little lacking in confidence.

"Hurry up and return my chance, the master is too lazy to entangle with you. ”

"My lady has taken a fancy to this little thing, get out. Following the wonderful reputation, the person who said this was an extraordinary female disciple, I saw that she was wearing a cyan belted magnolia skirt, her skin was like congealed fat, her thin arms were crossed at the waist, and her reddish pretty face was very disdainful.

Looking at his dress, he didn't look like the female cultivator present, but he let out a coquettish shout, which frightened the purple-clothed young man to take two steps back.

Although this girl is extremely standard, her appearance is far inferior to the female cultivator she calls Miss, that wonderful person has an otherworldly noble temperament, playful and lovely, the corners of her mouth are light, and she is even more wonderful, not stained with a trace of red dust, she is really a wonderful person in the world.

"Qi Si Ge?"

Yan Wuyi had never seen such a wonderful face, so he couldn't help but look at it twice.

"A maidservant of the Qi family also dares to dictate to the young master of the Qi family, so bold!" The warrior with the face of the national character on the side suddenly drew out his long sword, and a wave of spiritual waves bloomed, and the momentum was violent.

"That's what the people who leave home can do?" Qi Siyan lightly opened his thin lips, and his pretty eyes rhymed, becoming more and more moving, which overshadowed the people here.

"If you want it, take it from Miss Ben's hand. She gently shook a red pendant between Qianqianyu's fingers, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and seemed to disdain the few people in front of her.

This ancient pendant is blood-red all over, and the spirit crystal is made of jade, which contains the wonderful warmth of nourishing the soul with a silk.

The jade pendant was originally placed in the pavilion, broken for thousands of years, and it was not contaminated with the slightest dust.

As soon as these words came out, the Luo Liyu and the warrior beside her still didn't dare to make a move on her, and snatched back the blood-colored jade pendant.

"You ......" Luo Li's face trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do about her, so he threw a look of help at Li Zangfeng, which was quite desolate.

Although the jade pendant is not an extremely precious thing, Luo Liyu couldn't swallow this breath, thinking that they were all disciples of the Luo family, how could they let this little girl be bullied, so he begged Li Zangfeng for help.

Among the people in this pavilion, only the five disciples of the Wind Rising Sword Pavilion, Li Zangfeng, had a higher status.

Li Zangfeng shook his head and smiled, and glanced at the gray-robed and black-faced young man on the side, who understood, Yun Danfeng stepped forward lightly, and said majestically:

"Miss Qi, don't rely on your brother's power to bully my family, this thing was originally obtained by Lisao, you snatched it unreasonably, you are not afraid of damaging the name of the Qi family?"

The family attaches great importance to reputation, and the black-faced young man Lin Cang can only use the family reputation to pressure her, he didn't want to care about these idle things, but the senior brother secretly spoke, and he could only bite the little demon king.

"If it's lost, it's lost, what does it have to do with me?" Qi Siyan looked helpless, and didn't care about the disciples of the Luo family who criticized her, and played with the blood-heavy ancient jade pendant in her hand.

"Just a few of you crooked melons and cracked dates, you are not worthy of being a pedal for Master Xiu. ”

"My young lady has given you a chance to snatch the jade pendant, since you don't have the ability to take it, hurry up and dodge!" The maid in the cyan skirt was extremely fierce, and with a slight wave of her little hand, a heavy force pushed the sword-drawn warrior to the unstable figure, and his face was horrified.

"This unruly young lady of the family is really Qi Sixiu's little sister...... Yan Wuyi heard this, just this Qi Siyi's temper is the same as Qi Sixiu's soul search if he doesn't agree with each other, and he can't help but be faintly afraid.

Yan Wuyi had already speculated, but now that he had responded to what he thought in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that he could only strengthen his cultivation quickly, otherwise he would only end up being oppressed by others.

Qi Siqi's maid is also extremely strong, and she pushes it at will, if Qianjun's body strength overwhelms the body of the country-faced warrior, it makes the latter complain.

Looking at Chu Ji beside him again, a pair of bright eyes seemed to be staring at the blood-colored jade pendant in Qi Siyan's hand, falling into deep thought.

"See what's wrong?" Yan Wuyi poked him with his elbow and asked curiously.

Chu Jin's soul sense is strong, and he has many thaumaturgical mysteries, so there must be something extraordinary about the treasure that can make him so interested.

"Although this jade pendant is carved from ancient blood jade, there is a blood essence contained in it, as if it nourishes some kind of mysterious thing. ”