"Boom!"

There is no need for a reminder from Feng Xuanlie.

As the two of them moved forward for dozens of miles again, the space in front of them had already emitted a vast aura, and it swept and exploded towards the two like crazy.

Wisps of breath, as if the black iron is quenched, thick as a mountain, each wisp has enough strength of hundreds of thousands of jun, swallowing and moving, there seems to be an invisible claw, completely scratching the entire space.

Almost instantaneously.

Wu Yangyu felt that in front of him, as if a terrifying demonic beast was lurking, it was locking towards him with great ferocity.

"Roar!"

Subconsciously.

In Wu Yangyu's body, a supreme dragon power automatically swelled, among them, the dark golden dragon patterns bloomed together, and the whole person seemed to be incarnated into a dark gold little giant, forcibly resisting the momentum suppression in front of him.

"I didn't expect it...... You have resisted, your flesh is indeed extraordinary. ”

Beside this Wu Yangyu, Feng Xuanlie carried his hands behind his back, and said with a smile on his face and a smile of appreciation.

Faintly, on the opponent's right hand, wisps of power flickered.

Apparently.

Once Wu Yangyu can't resist this momentum, the other party will definitely choose to make a move in an instant.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xuanlie!"

Looking at Feng Xuanlie gratefully, Wu Yangyu said with a smile.

"It's okay, you deserve to be the first person among the rookie disciples this time, and now I don't need to make a move at all. ”

Waving his hand, Feng Xuanlie said with a smile.

And with the exchange between the two, Wu Yangyu also saw the situation in front of him.

In front, about 10,000 meters away, two huge bluestone gates, are quietly presented in it, the bluestone is simple and standing, without the slightest carving, but just through the natural texture on the bluestone, but there is an ancient atmosphere rushing to the face.

Obviously, the terrifying aura just now was released from this bluestone gate.

On the gate, two ancient words are carved in it, and the handwriting is dragon and phoenix dancing, as if it should have appeared in it, giving people a natural taste, and those two big characters are 'fighting gods'!

The gate, towering into the sky through the sky, has the appearance of dozens of feet.

"There, it is the ancestral land of the Doushen Sect, and in the depths of the ancestral land, what is buried are the strong men in our Doushen Sect, the powerhouses of the eternal years, among which there are unparalleled kings and peerless emperors...... These people were extremely strong before they were born, even if they have fallen into it, but their own divine power has not all dissipated, their will and boundless strength will still evolve, it is so, although there are endless opportunities inside, there are also terrible dangers, you have to be careful. ”

While the two were walking and chatting, Feng Xuanlie quickly told Wu Yangyu the information about the Doushen Ancestral Land in a short and detailed manner.

"Well, I will. ”

"Huh...... I'm afraid, you don't have the qualifications to go in and explore!"

Just as Wu Yangyu's answer fell, suddenly, the space shrank, and then, a line of figures quickly raised their hands and moved, as if the heavenly sword was overriding the sky, violently smashing the space shackles, and slowly stepped out!

There were only five people who came.

However, with their appearance, Wu Yangyu clearly noticed that Feng Xuanlie's face obviously began to become solemn.

What he valued was the man at the head of the five, who was dressed in a fiery red robe, a young man, of medium stature, with a seemingly peaceful face, but his eyes flashed with a fierce divine light.

Looking at them from afar, you can feel a breath that tears everything from the other party's eyes.

Such a feeling is no less than in the eyes of the other party, as if there are two sharp divine swords, and even if there is still some distance away from the other party, you can vaguely feel that a strong hot aura is spreading on the other party's body.

It was as if there was not a person in front of him, but a scorching flame.

"Hall of Glory...... Jun Wuhuo!"

stared at each other coldly, and in Feng Xuanlie's voice, there was clearly an unfriendly tone.

"Hehehe...... It is rare to be remembered by Senior Brother Feng Xuanlie in the prison hall, this is an honor for you. ”

The young man named Jun Wuhuo smiled casually, but the tone in these words was really inadequate, and through such an exchange between the two, Wu Yangyu could also feel that this guy named Jun Wuhuo was difficult to deal with.

Hall of Glory!

This was not the first time Wu Yangyu had come into contact with this hall.

From the baptism of his disciples, he had already had a grudge with the Hall of Glory, and since then, he has even rejected the hall master of the Hall of Glory, which once made the other party's face greatly damaged.

During this time in the prison hall, Wu Yangyu was not idle.

He also knows a lot about the Hall of Glory now.

Originally, the entire Doushen Sect was only six halls, but now it is seven halls, and the latest addition is the Hall of Glory.

At the beginning, the person who founded the Hall of Glory was a Supreme Elder in the Doushen Sect, and when it was founded, it was also at the time of the great disaster of the Doushen Sect.

Having lost the six great gods, among them, the high-level of the Doushen Sect has fallen, and at this time, the Hall of Glory can be said to be like a fish in water, and at the most appropriate opportunity, the strength and power have come to a qualitative improvement.

And that's not all.

The Hall of Glory, with ambitions, did not intend to unite the forces of the six halls and completely improve the strength of the Doushen Sect, but wanted to try in vain to engulf the remaining six halls and form an absolute control over the Doushen Sect.

However, when the other six halls really reacted, everything was late, and even in the end, under the terrifying development of the Hall of Glory, although the background could not be comparable to that of the six major halls, it was not weak in terms of strength, and it could even be ranked in the forefront.

"Get out of the way!"

didn't talk nonsense with this Jun Wuhuo, Feng Xuanlie opened his mouth and shouted directly.

"It's okay to get out of the way, but this guy next to you has to take out something that doesn't belong to him. ”

Jun Wuhuo had a sneer on his face, and then, he locked his gaze towards Wu Yangyu's side, and with a hint of menace in his voice, he groaned directly.

"In terms of seniority, I should still call you Senior Brother, Senior Brother Wu Yangyu, that token of the Dou Shen Ancestral Land, you are useless, it is better to hand it over to Senior Brother for safekeeping!"

"Jun Wuhuo, you'd better not go too far, the token of the Doushen Ancestral Land, that was given by the elders, is it possible, the courage of your Hall of Glory has reached such a degree, even the things given by the elders, dare to snatch it? You know, this is the Doushen Sect, not your Hall of Glory!"

Feng Xuanlie's face was full of unconcealed anger, and he shouted in a deep voice.

In the rolling voice, the powerful royal power is clearly spreading out from the body.

"Boom!"

The momentum is like a mountain, and the royal road is extraordinary!

On the opposite side, the bodies of the disciples in that row suddenly trembled, obviously, they could not compete with the momentum of the wind and the fierce spirit, and there was even a lack of people's bodies, which had begun to show signs of crumbling at this time.

"Whew...... Boom......!"

His eyes narrowed, Jun Wuhuo also did not show weakness, and the strong scorching air current, rolling out, under the backdrop of that true yuan force, like a huge sky-devouring fire python, head-on, directly formed a sign of confrontation towards that wind Xuanlie.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the two competed with each other, and above this mid-air, a huge crack began to form from the center of the two, and under this absolute constraint, the entire space seemed to be divided into two halves.

In such a battle.

Suddenly, one after another divine thoughts also began to lock towards this side.

Feng Xuanlie is the secret disciple of the Prison Palace, and Jun Wuhuo is obviously also the secret disciple of the Hall of Glory, the battle between the two secret disciples, this is naturally a battle between the dragon and the tiger.

Naturally, it attracted a lot of people to watch the battle.

"Hall of Glory, it's really getting more and more excessive!

"Hmph, the strong are respected, this is the iron law of our Doushen Sect, although Wu Yangyu is a secret disciple, but who cares about him, but it is just a martial sect-level double heaven, this kind of realm is placed in the outer gate, it is not the top, it can only be a middle-class person, the token of the Doushen Ancestral Land, handed over to him, it is indeed a tyrannical thing. ”

"This time, it seems that the prison hall is going to suffer a loss, the people who follow Jun Wuhuo's side are all inner disciples, and each of them is enough to beat Wu Yangyu half to death, now if he doesn't want to suffer, it is the best policy to hand over the token of the Doushen Ancestral Land!"

Obviously, among the disciples who watched the battle, although there were many people who were dissatisfied with the methods of the Hall of Glory, everyone was also very jealous of Wu Yangyu's identity.

At this time, naturally I will not choose to help.

"Little junior brother, take the opportunity to leave, as long as you enter the kilometer range of the Doushen Ancestral Land, no one can help you!"

Ear.

Feng Xuanlie's voice came out quickly.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

The battle of kings, this is no longer something that Wu Yangyu's level can involve in it.

Then, without any hesitation, he quickly cut through the sky, and began to storm towards the Fighting God Ancestral Land.

"Boom!"

However, as soon as his figure swept up, a group of several figures also climbed up, forming an encirclement and suppression trend towards Wu Yangyu, blocking their way.

It was the four inner disciples that Jun Wuhuo brought with him.

"Senior Brother Wu Yangyu, although you are a secret disciple, but you had better not embarrass your junior disciples, obediently handing over the token of the Doushen Ancestral Land is the best policy, otherwise, our four junior brothers, I dare not guarantee that we will not miss and hurt you!"

One of the inner disciples looked at Wu Yangyu with a smile and said, in his words, it seemed polite, but in fact, there was no respect at all, obviously with a kind of contempt and disdain.

In the face of absolute strength, everything is just a false illusion, and identity is just a cover-up.

"Really?"

Staring at the four of them, the corners of Wu Yangyu's mouth cracked slightly, and a terrifying evil power surged wildly up and down his body.

"If you want the token of this Fighting God Ancestral Land, then it's up to you to do it!"