Combined with what Phantom Thousand City said, Chu Yuntian thought of something left by Xiaoying in his heart, which was now on his daughter.

He can only think of this thing, if what Phantom Thousand City said is true, then this thing may be the key that Phantom Thousand City said.

This is a jade pendant left by Xiaoying, a jade pendant that seems ordinary to him.

When Xiaoying was pregnant with her daughter, she said that she would give it to her after her daughter was born, and this jade pendant was inherited from her family. At that time, Chu Yuntian didn't ask much after seeing the jade pendant, because at that time he felt that it was a jade pendant that was very ordinary for their martial artists, maybe it was just a jade pendant that had some value for ordinary people.

This jade pendant has always been worn by Chu Lingqiu.

Although he thought about it in his heart, Chu Yuntian's expression still didn't show any flaws.

He wouldn't be naïve enough to think that after handing over the things to Phantom Thousand City, Phantom Thousand City would let them go.

"I've said so much, don't you still think of it?" Phantom Thousand City looked extremely impatient now.

Shen Guhong also said on the side: "The sooner you hand over the things to my master, you will be able to suffer less." ”

"Huh. Phantom Qiancheng smiled and said, "Don't think that you can crack this illusion anymore, even if you are now in the realm of Martial Emperor, not to mention that you are now at the peak of Martial Zun's cultivation." ”

The Dead City is just an illusion that imprisons the opponent, and its power is to seal the opponent's cultivation for a short period of time, and then create a huge pressure on the opponent's heart, so that the caster can do what he wants.

This illusion is not used to kill opponents, because it is extremely difficult to cast this illusion, and there are other more direct means to kill opponents, so there is no need to make it so complicated. Moreover, after he used this illusion, he would have to be weak for a long time to recover, and he used this illusion to get Chu Yuntian to hand over the key.

But judging from the current situation, Chu Yuntian didn't know the whereabouts of the key at all.

In this way, they seem to be of little use to Phantom Thousand City.

In his heart, he just said that he wanted to fight for more keys and more chips, and it didn't matter if he had less of them.

However, he had never entered the tomb of the Phantom Blood Saint, and he had not left any record in the Shenwu Continent saying that he had to collect all four keys to open the door of inheritance.

He could only hold on for another half an hour.

A few people waited silently for the passage of time.

The black clouds in the sky seemed to be dissipating, and a glimmer of sunlight was already sneaking in, and the blood rain outside the city seemed to be gradually decreasing.

The terrible howl of the ghost crying wolf was no longer sounding, Chu Yuntian's heart moved at this time, and there was a trace of spiritual energy running in his body, so the effect of this illusion in the Phantom Thousand City was weakening.

And Phantom Thousand City was still pondering, he didn't continue to ask about the whereabouts of Chu Yuntian's key, and he didn't seem to notice the weakening of the illusion effect.

The first to lose his breath was Shen Guhong, who interrupted his master's thinking and said something in his ear.

Phantom Qiancheng's eyes unabashedly appeared.

"It's time. ”

Is it really going to die here?

All the great changes today are not something that a few people have ever imagined.

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The abnormal weather in Baiyun City seemed to be beginning to spread, and even the Lianyun Mountain Range was already covered by black clouds.

The sky and the earth were dark, a gust of wind whistled, the trees in the forest rustled, the bright starry sky suddenly became cloudy, and then lightning swept through the air, and thunder roared.

At this time, the ancient forest seemed to explode, and all kinds of strange beasts roared again and again, and the earth shook.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared, and a bucket-thick lightning pierced the sky, instantly illuminating the entire canyon, with thousands of walls on both sides, undulating forests, winding and rugged mountain roads, overgrown with weeds and dust.

At the end of the mountain road, a ball of fire can be seen faintly, like a shadow in the wind, take a closer look, the original place where the fire flashed is a temple, the apricot yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray temple ridge, but in this pale green towering ancient tree looks a little dilapidated.

The temple door is empty, the red paint is falling off, the two broken lanterns in front of the eaves are crumbling in the wind, and they look so desolate in the lightning and thunder, and the plaque hanging obliquely has long been blurred, and it is impossible to see what is written on it.

In the main hall, there are many martial artists with amazing cultivation.

If Xiao Chen was here, he would definitely know a few of them, that is, the two seniors of the Holy Beast Mountain, Qiu Fengwu and Yuan Qingyi, as well as Wang Man and his sister Xiao Zihan.

These warriors seem to be divided into several camps.

"Qiu Lao, I didn't expect you to lead the team in the Holy Beast Mountain......" It was a white-haired old man who spoke, and he was also followed by several young martial artists, whose cultivation was not low, and he looked relatively humble among these martial artists, because the young martial artists of the other camps revealed a sense of arrogance in their eyes, and they seemed to be quite disdainful of other young martial artists.

"Bai Lao, didn't I hear that you were in retreat, why can't you bear the appearance of this Phantom Blood Saint's tomb?" Qiu Fengwu smiled and talked to the white-haired old man.

From the words of the two, it was learned that this white-haired old man was an elder of the Lianyun Sword Sect, named Bai Hua, whose strength was unfathomable, and the strength of one person seemed to be comparable to the combined strength of Qiu Fengwu and Yuan Qingyi.

They were here for the tomb of the Phantom Blood Saint.

Although they don't have the key, it is impossible to get the inheritance of the Phantom Blood Saint, maybe these few major sects don't disdain the inheritance of a martial saint, each of their sects has produced a lot of martial saints in the history, and even the martial emperor, the inheritance will not be bad.

Their purpose was to allow some outstanding young martial artists of the sect to enter the cemetery of the Phantom Blood Saint and get some exercise.

The graveyard of the Phantom Blood Saint is full of dangers, and it is a good place to practice.

Of course, these groups of people are all top sect disciples in Dongzhou, and there are still some scattered cultivation powerhouses and some small sect martial artists secretly, because the temptation of this phantom blood saint inheritance is still very great.

"Lianyun Sword Sect. ”

"Temple of the God of War. ”

"Vientiane Valley. ”

"Peach Blossom Island. ”

"Holy Beast Mountain. ”

"It seems that the time is almost up, and the tomb is about to come!" said the leader of another sect in the main hall.

Everyone walked outside the main hall and looked at the pitch-black canyon.

The heavens and the earth suddenly shook, the wind suddenly stopped, and a huge opening seemed to open in the sky, and an island actually floated down from the crack, and finally stopped in mid-air.

This island doesn't seem to be big, and the momentum of the appearance is not so powerful, but what is revealed from the island is a mysterious and unpredictable force, and none of the people present dare to act rashly, and none of them have experienced the appearance of the last tomb.

However, from the mouth of the sect master, I learned that the tomb of the Phantom Blood Saint was limited to the cultivation of martial artists who entered.

The people from the various sects were talking softly.