The sky was dark, the blood was like blood, and the top of the low mountain was sometimes terrifyingly quiet, and sometimes there was a little rumbling.

"We're early. Chu Jin gasped and felt tired.

The two of them walked very fast, stepped into the pavilion, and jumped out of seventy or eighty zhang away in ten breaths, seeing that Luo Liwei and others did not follow, they breathed a sigh of relief and quietly touched the ancient tower on the top of the mountain.

"Someone. Yan Wuyi suddenly noticed a few footsteps, glanced at Chu Jin, and then faintly lurked in the dark place of the remnants of the ancient pavilion, holding his breath.

"It's really unlucky, Luo Yuchen deliberately made it difficult for the two of us!"

It wasn't until the footsteps got closer and closer that I saw the appearance of the person who came, but it was two young swordsmen who had fallen behind.

The scolding man was dressed in blue and white robes, his eyes were like stars, and he muttered and complained.

"Dissipate his anger, no matter what he says, he is also our third senior brother, and he will inspect honestly. Another freckled teenager smiled helplessly, and when he saw that there was no one around, he peed on the side of the mottled stone road.

"The third senior brother of bullshit, isn't it just that he colluded with the elders in the pavilion with his family's solid background?"

The blue-clothed warrior scolded, and then complained: "The other brothers and sisters have gone to look for treasures, but you and I are still patrolling this gloomy ghost place, phew, Luo Yuchen is a dog-like thing." ”

"Having said that, we can also be idle, right? Instead of being cannon fodder in that ancient tower, it is better to wander around, and maybe there will be something to gain. The freckled boy shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"However, one of the brothers in the Pavilion of the Wind Unintentionally mentioned that when someone in their Pavilion searched the small dilapidated building in the north, they actually got a high-grade spiritual weapon......

Yan Wuyi and the others have been standing quietly on the side, but they have a general understanding of the current situation, the six-story ancient tower has been blocked all around, and there are sword cultivators everywhere who have fallen into the family.

And there are many cultivators of the Hidden Void Realm in the strange formation in front of the Broken Ancient Tower, although the casualties are not small, but they are also effective.

"Do it!" A soul thought came from Chu Jin, signaling Yan Wuyi to deal with the freckled young man, and he went to knock out the blue-clothed martial artist.

The two sword cultivators of the fallen family are only in the realm of connections, and they have no intention of vigilance.

Yan Wuyi heard this, and he also knew that if he wanted to blend in with the ancient pagoda, he was afraid that he would have to use the identity of the disciple of the Luo family.

The two of them rose up in an instant, Chu Jin's soul was like a flame, Yan Wuyi was as strong as a sword, and his anger was all over his body, and he burst out in an instant.

Step like a dragon shocking the sky, palm like a tiger's claw shaking the ground!

Three feet apart from two steps across, sinister slap on the back of his head!

The freckled young man suddenly sensed the crisis, and drew his sword to slash, but it was too late, and he watched Yan Wuyi quickly slam his palm on his body.

"You ......"

I saw that his face was full of shock, and he fainted to the ground.

The blue-robed warrior reacted, and was about to roar, when a soul flame directly pointed at his back, only to feel a sour feeling, and then he was unconscious.

"You kid has something, you won't shoot people to death. Chu Jin grinned and clapped his hands easily, Yan Wuyi's speed of making moves was getting faster and faster, if it weren't for the soul thoughts enveloping the four directions, I am afraid it would be difficult to detect his palm.

"Can't die. ”

Yan Wuyi's head was full of black lines, thinking to himself how could this kid Chu Yi still make fun.

After dragging the two disciples to a dark place, changing their clothes, and smearing some dust on their faces, the two swaggered onto the ancient road and marched towards the ancient pagoda.

"Will it be recognized?" Yan Wuyi looked suspicious, touched the blue cloth clothes, and thought that this disciple of the fallen family was very well dressed.

"Probably not, there are at least twenty sword cultivators in all directions, most of them dressed like this. Although Chu Ji was worried, he didn't care too much.

Approaching the top of the mountain, its momentum is majestic.

The towering six-storey ancient pagoda carves the dragon and the phoenix, the cloth pattern is dotted with stars, majestic and beautiful, and a strange blue light flows around, setting it off to be vast and domineering.

The thick black mist and blood breath surged wildly, and groups of Yin soldiers and ghosts like substance lurked in the gloomy clouds, sometimes hearing the roar of fierce horses, the roar of ancient beasts, and sometimes the intersection of halberds and iron hooves.

The layers of sword cultivation in front of him resisted the violent sword qi, lingering in all directions like a wind and clouds, surrounding the six-story ancient pagoda with hundreds of zhang of water, which was extremely spectacular.

The rain of swords and the continuous yin soldiers resisted each other, showing a stalemate.

"How many people are coming to this house?"

Yan Wuyi was quite shocked, looking at this extremely regularly arranged sword formation, it seemed that the sword cultivation was full of fierce momentum, and the terrifying sword qi that exploded in the sky stirred the wind and clouds, and clashed with the strong yin and evil qi.

The red-haired flying ghost slashed straight with his knife, stirring up a wave of blood, the black-faced hanging eye demon raised his sword and stabbed indiscriminately, covering the sky and the sun, the beast-headed human body and the ghost wrestler shook the hammer and smashed wildly, shaking the mountains and rivers, Wujiang Luosheng ghost coordinated the ghost array, and surrounded and killed layer by layer. The battle skills of the hidden void powerhouses in the formation showed their might, killing the blood and demons, and the spiritual power was monstrous.

And there are even more powerful sword cultivators who cast spells to slash qi, fighting with the devouring ghosts, and then there is an overwhelming black fog that covers the eyes, and it is impossible to see clearly.

"Five hundred. Chu Jin said solemnly, as if he had already penetrated this image, but he was uneasy.

"Although I have never seen this sword array, the array of destroying demons and suppressing demons is all to draw qi into a potential, blocking the source of demon breath, and the yang will cover yin, this sword array has hundreds of people in each side to suppress demon breath, and hundreds of people in the array break the ghost potential, I think it will not be long before the ancient tower will be completely opened. ”

"That's a big deal. Yan Wuyi sighed, at a glance, any random person was full of breath and good combat power.

This ancient tower is like an abyss of hell, the two of them walked forward, suddenly a terrifying coercion attacked, the sky was full of fog and submerged the ground for several feet, the blue pupils of the left eye could not be completely seen through, and when they stepped on their feet, there was a sound of bones exploding, and the dry ancient roads on the ground blocked the way, and the viscous blood stains emitted a pungent smell of blood.

In the mist, there were endless ghosts and shadows, sharp claws, rotten skin and bones, and there were also demon beasts and ghosts that were three or four meters high, and the dark light burst out from the ghost claws and fangs, and came towards the sword array warriors.

"Thousands of years of silence, this dwarf mountain hall has long been eroded by the Yin veins, and many powerful monsters and ghosts have been derived. Chu Jin let go of his soul thoughts and took a look at the strange scenery around him.

Everywhere, you can see demons and ghosts with fangs and claws attacking Jian Xiu unscrupulously, and their power is extremely yin.

"The western array is in a hurry!"

Suddenly, a flag fluttered, and blood rose to the sky.

The east and west are each supported by sword cultivation and imperial qi, and from a distance, it seems that a powerful monster has spawned out, violently impacting the western sword formation.

"Hurry up and help!"

I saw people coming and going, and a bloated round-faced warrior was panting and commanding reinforcements from all directions.

Passing through here, I saw Yan Wuyi and Chu Yi standing here and watching, and kicked in anger.

"Bang!"

Yan Wuyi didn't pay attention, he kicked his buttocks, his body was unstable, and he hurriedly stood up.

"The martial artists of the Great Ri Moro Peak?" the martial artist stood proudly aside, and said disdainfully: "How can the Great Luo Sword Pavilion send such a lowly martial artist, just go to the western formation to fill the sword." ”

But this martial artist's attitude eased slightly, and he thought that the martial artist with the six tricks in front of him must have some background, otherwise why would he worship the Great Luo Sword Pavilion of the Great Ri Moro Peak.

However, he did not doubt Chu Jin, although Chu Jin cultivated the soul Dao, his breath was deep and his power was hidden, and in the eyes of the fat martial artist, he at least had the cultivation of the heavenly vein.

"Fill the sword?" Yan Wuyi didn't bother with him, but muttered curiously, which happened to be listened to by the fat martial artist.

"Waste wood, I don't know how to fill the sword, you repair a fart sword. The fat warrior frowned and scolded, just about to have a seizure, Chu Jin couldn't help but smile and stepped forward to stop him, his soul was full of consciousness, and he seemed to want to kill people.

"The two of us were ordered by the cabinet to patrol the broken pavilion and remnants of the Quartet. Yan Wuyi hurriedly pulled Chu Jin, who was stunned, and said with a smile.

"Forget it, Lao Tzu doesn't have time to entangle, hurry up and go to the Western Formation. The fat warrior looked disdainful, and looked at Yan Wuyi and Chu Yi rushing towards the direction of the western formation, and then gave up.

The two of them came to the western formation in a hurry, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they were inevitably shocked.

Bursts of demonic black wind that scraped bones and devoured souls mixed with the violent demon power encroached on the sword array in the west, and one after another burning sword qi killing momentum also continued to burst out, competing with the evil things that came from the impact.

The six-winged Yin Wind Demon let out a heart-rending howl, and only the one-armed ghost spirit swept in, making a creepy sound at the edge of the sword array.

There are also blue-eyed corpse devouring snakes through the earth's leylines sliding and roaring, the yin sand is rustling, the black fog is gloomy, the yin sand is the breath of the demon and the ghost's nose, and the black fog is the flame of the evil spirit.