"We split up. Then I will come and join you. As soon as Xiang Wuyi finished speaking, she flew out in another direction.

Wei Zhen paused in place for a moment, changed direction, and ran towards the right.

In the ruins of the palace, there was silence and no sound, and the ruins and broken walls were visible, but they were polished clean by the ubiquitous wind, and there was not a trace of dust.

"Destined person, you are finally here, promise my conditions, I will give you a satisfactory return!" The deep female voice once again echoed in Wei Zhen's mind without warning.

Wei Zhenxin was shocked, raised his eyes and looked around, there was no sound of movement around him, before that, he had vaguely determined that this mysterious voice could only be heard by himself.

But why?

Ten meters in front of him, there stood eight half-cut pillars, and in addition, there was still a pile of broken white stones in the middle, he approached the past and looked carefully, this should have been a large main seat, only the heavy back of the chair looked still intact at this moment, and the other parts had already fallen to the ground.

"Could it be that this was once the center of the entire palace?" Wei Zhen reached out and rubbed a white stone.

Suddenly, a broad bean-like green and red fruit flew out from behind the residual stone on the back of the chair, Wei Zhen grabbed it with one hand like a conditioned reflex, and his body quickly retreated a few meters.

"Giggles!" Just as he was in doubt, two short strange laughs suddenly sounded in his ears, and the little black black fat body suddenly appeared on the remnant stone.

"It turned out to be you foodie!" Wei Zhen scolded, pinching the green and red fruit in his hand in front of his eyes to take a closer look, the fruit did not have any peculiarity, nor did it have a trace of peculiar smell.

"Could it be that this is what Mulberry said, 'Wind Fruit'?" he looked at Xiao Heihe, who was proudly displaying five or six green and red fruits at him.

But at this moment, a spiritual light shot out, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Zhen could not avoid it, only the spiritual power of his whole body was drumming, and a layer of spiritual shield was raised in front of him.

But what he didn't expect was that the target of this spiritual light sneak attack was not him, but the little black black behind him, "Ah" - a strange cry suddenly came from the mouth of the little black black, and then a black light lightning flew out and met the spiritual light.

Although Hei Mang looked a little weak, it neutralized most of the power of the sneak attacker's attack, and Xiao Hei Hei leaned back and flipped backwards.

Wei Zhen grabbed it in a few steps, only to see Xiao Hei Hei standing straight on the ground, his eyes closed, and his limbs stiff, as if he had been seriously injured.

He looked back and glared at a figure a few feet away, a young man with a hooded head that he had never seen before.

"No matter who you are, you will regret your actions today!" Wei Zhen couldn't have imagined that this person's speed was so fast, he had already carved out a passage from the wind beast herd and rushed here.

He was really angry at this moment, and his right hand "Shula Sword" was a little, pointing at the other party from afar.

"A lowly spirit slave would dare to be so arrogant in front of me!" the hooded young man smiled and hooked his fingers contemptuously.

Even if Wei Zhen filled his chest with indignation, he had not completely lost his mind, and he only had the power of one blow in the "Shura Sword", if he was successfully dodged by the other party, then he and Xiao Hei Hei would really become fish on the anvil and be slaughtered.

At this moment, Xiao Hei suddenly jumped up from his arms, winked at him and smiled, then bared his teeth at the hooded young man, and then jumped several times, and ran away on his own.

Wei Zhen was surprised and delighted, only to realize that it was all fake.

"You go find them!" he shouted at Little Black.

Xiao Heihei's escaping body suddenly stunted, turned around, pecked his head, and then quickly fled from here.

"It's okay for the small one to run away, you still have one here. Hand it over!" The hooded young man saw Xiao Hei slipping away, and did not stop him.

Wei Zhen no longer answered, his body rushed, and his left hand "Spirit Fighting Fist" struck out, and then he stepped up again and swung out a second blow, he quickly approached the other party, and the Spirit Fighting Fist struck out one after another, not looking at the result.

This hooded young man doesn't know where he came from, and his outfit is a little weird, but these are not important, when he has reached the late stage of cultivation, he is about to test his strength.

The hooded young man dodged the first and second spirit fighting punches, and it wasn't until Wei Zhen punched for the third time that he pointed out, and the finger force and the fist collided in an instant, and the two instantly disappeared into invisibility.

Wei Zhen was already three meters away at this time, and with an "acceleration charm" under his feet, his speed suddenly increased by nearly half, and he punched angrily again. This time, it was the "Spirit Fighting Fist" that was stacked.

"This punch is a bit interesting!" The hooded young man turned his fingers into palms, and a palm fluttered out, and a faint palm print met Wei Zhen's fist.

With a bang, the aura fluttered, Wei Zhen took three steps back before he stabilized his footsteps, and the hooded young man's figure flickered, but he only took one step back.

"Who is this person, and which sect's disciple?" Wei Zhen became more and more frightened the more he fought, the hooded young man had not used any powerful spiritual skills until now, and he often dissolved his attacks invisibly with an understatement.

The other party's cultivation is obviously only an eighth-level spirit master, but with one finger and one palm, the control of spiritual power is extremely subtle, and the timing is just right. This kind of comprehension, not to mention him, even the disciples of major sects such as Nangong Yi and Yun Si are inferior.

Although Wei Zhen was shocked in his heart, he didn't show anything on his face, but gradually calmed down, the other party's strength was obviously higher than his own, and he had to find an opportunity to get out.

The hooded young man seemed to see Wei Zhen's thoughts, and no longer blindly tempted, and even started to attack. The way he attacked was extremely simple, a punch or a palm, or a finger, but they were all extremely subtle, but Wei Zhen had to deal with them with all his strength to be able to defuse them one by one.

"Is there any ulterior secret on this person, so he doesn't dare to use his own spiritual skills?" Wei Zhen's mind flashed, as if he realized something.

He punched away the opponent's fingers, jumped back, and induced: "If you take my sword, the 'Hanfeng Fruit' should be offered!"

"Hehe!" the hooded youth stood up and stopped shooting. From beginning to end, he didn't take Wei Zhen in his eyes, and now he waited for Wei Zhen's sword with a posture that seemed to be a whole time.

Wei Zhen's right hand was raised slightly, and the blade of the "Shura Sword" was raised, and for the first time, he took the initiative to transport all the spiritual power of his whole body and poured it into the "Shura Sword", and in a moment, a wisp of red sword light faintly formed.

"Oh?" said the hooded young man's hidden countenance. "It turns out that I have lost my eyes, this sword is a good sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blade of the sword in Wei Zhen's hand had already slashed down, and the wisp of crimson sword light brought endless ferocious intent like lightning.

The hooded young man finally sensed a hint of crisis, and with a shake of his right hand, a bronze straight knife engraved with an ancient pattern suddenly appeared, the knife was three and a half feet long, and the blade was thick and round.

He put his left hand together, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stood sideways, seeing the sword as if flying, he suddenly raised his sword and slashed out. This knife slashed, as if it was light and fluttering without strength, and it seemed to weigh more than a mountain, the trajectory seemed to be slow and fast, as clear and blurry, and the knife was as virtual as the truth, and there was a faint bronze glow.

With a bang, as if the blade of the sword and the blade of the sword had collided in one place, Wei Zhen only felt a dazzle in his eyes, and a little spark appeared out of thin air, and soon the surrounding rotation returned to silence.

"He actually took it, but why do I feel a little familiar with this knife?" Wei Zhen's shock in his heart at this moment was beyond words, this was the first time since he used the "Shura Sword" that someone had blocked his frontal blow.

"What a lowly spirit slave, I'm really a little reluctant to kill you!" said the hooded young man in a hoarse voice as he lowered his bronze straight knife.

In fact, his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, if it weren't for the fact that his cultivation experience far exceeded that of the spirit slave in front of him, he would have been injured under this sword.

Wei Zhen raised his sword again, but he smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't have the power to strike at all now, but he also knew very well that the other party took the sword of "Xiula Sword", and the consumption was also not small, so he didn't go on to be ruthless.

But at this moment, four people suddenly rushed out of the oblique thorn, led by Mu Dingshan, who was dressed in black, and Mu Ziyin followed behind him.

She had already seen Wei Zhen at a glance, smiled lightly, and immediately rushed over.

"Are you hurt?" she approached, only to notice that something was wrong with Wei, who looked as weak as a seriously ill man.

"Give me a hand. Wei Zhen said in a low voice, not daring to show his weakness in front of others at this time.

"Who are you, why do you have my Mu Clan's unique spiritual skill?" Mu Dingshan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he looked coldly at the hooded youth. The battle between Wei Zhen and this young man, the four of them happened to be in their eyes.

"Who am I? You don't have to know. The hooded young man sighed helplessly, knowing that the "Wind Fruit" could not be obtained, so he turned around and left.

Mu Dingshan only chased a few steps, but chose to give up. This hooded young man's friends and enemies are unknown, and he doesn't want to show his true face, but the other party's "Void Sky Sword" is indeed genuine, even with his current cultivation, he can't use it to such a perfect situation, and after watching Fang Cai's battle situation, he also knows that he is most likely not the opponent of the hooded youth.

What he wondered was when the clan had sent such a master into the Babel Pillar, but he didn't know it.

"This weirdo, I look a little familiar!" Mu Ziyin said with a sudden frown, she thought about it for a while but couldn't really think about it.

"Oh?" Wei Zhen was surprised when he heard this, but he didn't have the heart to care about it anymore.

"Why did he kill you?" Mu Dingshan walked over and stared at Wei Zhen, hoping to find out a little bit from him.

"For this!" Wei Zhen had no intention of hiding it, and took out the green and red fruit.

Mu Dingshan grabbed it, and his face was happy.

"It's actually 'Hanfeng Fruit'!" he glanced at Wei Zhen meaningfully, and then swept his gaze over the "Shura Sword" that was tightly held in Wei Zhen's hand, and walked away with a snort.

Mu Ziyin was about to get up and argue, but was stopped by Wei Zhen.