Not long after Wei Zhen's figure disappeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared here, this person was completely shrouded in black robes, except for a pair of evil eyes, it was the young man of the Black Soul Clan.

The young man walked like a charm, quickly walked around, and then stopped in front of Song Daoyun's corpse, raised his toes, and his eyes instantly fell on the bloody hole between the corpse's right arm.

He frowned, looked around, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible, and his figure soared, quickly moving to the body of the fallen woman.

This time, his brow locked even deeper.

"How is it possible?How could the people of the Demon Race join forces with the Terran disciples?Who killed them?" the young Yin Owl's eyes moved on the ground inch by inch, hoping to find a little clue missing.

Suddenly, his gaze froze, and his body fell back three feet away, staring at a small cloud of blood-stained dirt on the ground, where Wei Zhen once stood.

The young man carefully and quickly put away the small handful of clay and put it into a transparent crystal bottle, took out a thin tube containing an unknown liquid from the sleeve of his robe, and poured all the liquid into the crystal bottle, and gently shook it three times.

Within a moment, a drop of blood-soaked transparent liquid was generated in the crystal bottle, which he gently sucked in and fell directly into his mouth.

The young man closed his eyes, his lips squirming slowly, as if he were savoring some kind of delicacy.

"This demonic blood is so pure, but I don't know which part of the disciples of the Shura Demon Clan this person is? Huh?" The young man's voice suddenly changed, and he spat out all the contents of his mouth in one gulp, and then grabbed his throat and vomited vigorously.

"How can this demon blood have two flavors? The second taste is simply ...... Could it be that this person's soul is very special?" a gray-gray face under his black robe gradually revealed joy.

"Whatever, I'm looking forward to the demon soul. The young man glanced at it, and then chose a direction, but it was the route that Wei Zhen fled and chased straight after.

Less than half a moment after the young man of the Black Soul Clan left, several more figures appeared in this place, but these people did not appear, they each hid in their hiding places, looked at them silently, pondered for a few breaths, and then quietly disappeared.

Wei Zhen galloped as hard as he could, resisting the feeling of weakness in his body and mind caused by the use of the Shura Sword, and after the awakening of the power in his body, although this feeling of weakness was reduced a little, it was still extremely sad.

In the middle of running, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he looked back behind him in astonishment, and at that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of panic, as if a pair of eyes were secretly staring at him.

"This?" Wei Zhen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took out three pills and swallowed them in one gulp, the effect of absorbing the medicinal power of the pills in this way was greatly reduced, but at this time, he couldn't care about it.

"What should come will come, and I'll just wait patiently. He gritted his teeth and continued his course towards the black spot he had spotted in the distance.

In Song Daoyun's storage bag, although there were many items, there were not many useful to him, except for ten pills that replenished spiritual power and dozens of earthy yellow beads, all of which were unsightly things for men and women.

The only thing that brought him a little surprise was that when he gathered all the earthy yellow beads in one place, these beads actually began to merge on their own, and after a few breaths, a full hundred beads turned into a prismatic yellow crystal half the size of a palm, as if confirming his previous suspicion.

Wei Zhen galloped, deliberately made a few small circles, but the faint feeling of being tracked from afar always lingered, and he met a few lonely people on the way, but they didn't know each other, and they looked at each other vigilantly, and there were no words.

"Who is this person, and why is he chasing me?"

His mind turned rapidly, and he took out three pills again and swallowed them, while guessing one by one possible people.

At this moment, between the distant horizon, the distant black dot finally became clear in view—it was a huge gate towering under a low canopy.

Wei Zhen pasted the "acceleration charm", exerted force under his feet, and rushed straight over at a high speed. This distance was only a few thousand meters away, and his speed increased dramatically, but it only took a few dozen breaths to come under the giant gate.

This is a ten-zhang high gate made of pure loess, but it exudes an inexplicable atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, as if it has stood here for 10,000 years, and has not been damaged at all.

On both sides of the gate is a line of moats that cannot be explored, but behind it is a sky full of yellow dust, and it is impossible to see what is hidden behind it.

But at this moment, two attacks, one left and one right, came, Wei Zhen seemed to have expected it, and the two punches were struck out at the same time, and his body retreated slightly, and the two attacks had been dissolved.

He saw clearly the person who was sneaking up, but it was the two of the twenty Mu disciples this time, and the moment these two were shocked by his strength, they saw the hunched humanoid mark on his left forearm.

"What a bold spirit slave, seeing that the master of this family still dares to make a mistake, quickly hand over the items that enter this door!" One of the young men in yellow put on a posture of being a master, and shouted in his mouth.

"Exactly, if you know each other, you will have your advantage in returning!" shouted another thin young man at the same time.

Both of them were eighth-level spirit masters, but because of the strength that Wei Zhen had just shown, he only dared to oppress people with his identity.

Wei Zhen ignored them, and quickly took out a prismatic yellow crystal block half the size of a palm with his left hand, and pressed it directly into a groove on the left side of the giant gate.

As if swallowed, the crystal disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, a bright yellow light shrouded it, holding up Wei Zhen's body and flashing into the giant gate.

The two Mu disciples couldn't imagine that Wei Zhen didn't take them seriously like this, but they could only stare dryly as Wei Zhen's figure disappeared in front of them.

After his body settled, Wei Zhen opened his eyes and saw that there was a misty yellow mist all around, except for a long earth-colored staircase under his feet, stretching out in the direction of the underground and deep into the darkness.

Wei Zhen did not rush down, but sat down cross-legged, slowly waiting for the recovery of his internal cultivation, until a stick of incense passed, he slowly stepped out, walked down the stairs step by step, and after entering the giant gate world, although the feeling of being followed and followed by others was gone, it made him have an extra thought.

The stairs are not endless, he thought one step at a time, silently counting in his heart, and when he silently recited the five hundredth steps, a square flat ground suddenly appeared under his feet, and a small dark door stood in front of him.

Wei Zhenxin didn't think much about it, he stroked his palm and pushed it gently, the small door dissipated like flying smoke, and a strong light suddenly shot out, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his body and mind suddenly trembled, and the whole person became as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, what appeared in his eyes was a magnificent, huge and unscrupulous picture of war.

In the picture, countless warriors in golden armor on the ground are holding weapons and fighting a monster that looks tall and ugly, with long tails or wings, and looks like but not like a human. In the sky, there were thousands of people floating at the same time, these people with handsome faces or withered faces, different clothes, sitting in the air, as if they were chanting words, as their hands continued to wave, from time to time thunder stones, hailstones, rolling wood, thunder and lightning fell from the sky, falling into the opposite group of monsters.

War drums, roars, spells...... The sounds rang in my ears like thunder, and the ground was full of blood, purple, red, black, green, all kinds of colors, and with every breath, people on both sides died in screams.

All this actually gave Wei Zhen a personal feeling of being in the middle of the world.

As the battle dragged on, the monster side seemed to be unable to support it, but at this time, a monster with a body as strong as a mountain and a human head and a scorpion body suddenly rushed out of the underground, flying into the sky, and the giant tail that was several miles long and flashing with a cold glow swept around the air, and suddenly rolled up a rain of blood, and the thousands of people floating in the air were suddenly reduced by half, and the rest did not have time to release the spell, and hurriedly retreated in panic.

"Roar" - a thunderous roar like an ancient giant suddenly exploded in the eastern air, a giant with a body of a hundred feet high fell from the sky in an instant, the giant was covered with a heavy light like copper, he stepped out, his left fist struck violently, with a strong and unbridled energy, the momentum was like a landslide tsunami.

In the air to the west, a tall woman with a green silk bun, dressed in a colorful cloud belt, held a nine-foot long sword in her jade hand, the long sword shook in the wind, and suddenly turned into a hundred-foot giant sword, the sword was like snow, and a sword was cut down from afar.

In the south sky, another giant tree appeared at the same time, the leaves were as big as a pampas mat, crimson as blood, and the body of the giant tree suddenly shook, swinging layers of crimson mist, which were scattered in an instant.

In the north sky, a gray figure looms, as if between the illusory and the real, when you look closely, as if he does not exist, when you glance at it casually, he seems to be shrouded in a fog, except for a black flute lying there, the flute eyes are like a baby's lips, slowly wriggling, as if devouring all the invisible things in the void.

The monster with the human head and scorpion body looked at all this indifferently, and suddenly spat out a strange word from his mouth, and in an instant, his body was like a phantom, turning into four four-body things, looking proudly and mercilessly at different people in four directions.

Wei Zhen's thinking seemed to freeze, and this scene of the battle made his blood boil, his heart was relaxed, and he forgot where he was in a trance.

"Allah, run!" At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly rushed into his mind, Wei Zhen's expression was shocked, but he didn't know who made this voice when he looked around, and under the glance of his eyes, he was shocked to find that he had become a Mai spell caster who was scattered and fled in the air at some point.

His head was empty, his thoughts were suddenly confused, but his body seemed to fall straight down uncontrollably, and in his raised gaze, a punch from a hundred giants and a sword from a tall woman finally fell, and a white mask suddenly appeared in the gray phantom, and a rosy lip stretched out from under the mask, and gently blew the pitch-black flute that lay across the void.

"Where do I seem to have seen this flute?" Wei Bobai had such a thought in his mind for some reason, but he couldn't know the outcome of that epic battle.