"I don't know whether to live or die!" Ji Changming sent two spells to Wen Yi and Gu Yanting, and his eyes burned with monstrous anger.

Gu Yanting split the spell that could cause insanity with a sword, and then drew his sword and faced each other.

Suddenly, Fu Yun turned around and grabbed his friend, "Let's go." ”

"Let go of me!" Gu Yanting jumped to his feet in anger, "This young master has never been afraid of Fu Zong, isn't it the Yuan Infant Realm?" It's not like I haven't fought! ”

Liu Xinci is at the peak of the Yuan Infant Realm, and he has beaten the elders of the half-step out-of-body realm.

Lost though.

Gu Yanting couldn't understand why his friend swallowed his anger, if he was in charge of Qingzhou, he would definitely break the net with Fu Zongyu, and then close the gate of Qingzhou, and from then on, he would be isolated from the world and live his own free life.

As the pavilion master, Fu Yun certainly had this idea.

But, just a thought.

As long as there are relics of the divine war in Qingzhou, there will be no peace for a day.

Wen Yi reached out to block the spell, but was not affected too much.

During this time, she often heard crazy babbling and other things, and was so accustomed to mental attacks that she was immune to them.

Ji Changming saw that the two were safe and sound, and there were two more names on the account book of the grudge.

"Elder Ji." Jiang Huaiyu saw that Ji Changming still wanted to find trouble, so he said indifferently and detachedly: "The relics of the divine war, don't make noise, otherwise it will cause bad consequences, I think you can't bear it." ”

Last night, he received news that the 'Spirit Yuan Venerable' had been brought into the Divine War Ruins by a mysterious person.

The ruins that could have been entered or not entered must now be entered.

Ji Changming's throat choked, and he couldn't accept the current situation.

These people, one by one, are lower in cultivation than themselves, and their status is lower than their own, but they are excessively arrogant.

He had a choked breath in his throat, unable to go up or down, aggrieved and aggrieved.

Jiang Huaiyu and Gu Yanting forget it, Wen Yi is something, and he dares to provoke one after another.

"Elder." The Fu Sect disciple looked at the person who had entered the secret realm, "We should go." ”

Ji Changming was angry, and when he saw the disciple who didn't know whether he was alive or dead urging him, he slapped the disciple with one palm and said angrily: "Get out!" How can you tell you what to do in this seat? ”

The Fu Sect disciple was stunned, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head in fear.

Elder Ji was angry with others, venting on what they were doing, and the disciples of the Fu Sect were extremely aggrieved.

......

As soon as Wen Yi stepped in with his front foot, he felt something hit behind him with his back foot.

Spiritual instincts tell her that the attacking monster is on the left.

The long sword flickered, and a sword intent turned the sneaking ghost into a pool of blood, emitting a fishy smell.

The others were the same, everyone was divided into two rows, the first to be Fu Yun and the people from Ziwei Pavilion, and the last one was also the same.

The flame-like red robe of Ziwei Pavilion flashed a faint light in the secret realm, exuding a righteous and awe-inspiring aura, which was very intimidating, and those who dared to approach were some little ghosts with good cultivation.

The deeper you go, the thicker the fog that pervades the surroundings becomes redder, quickly turning from a pale pink to a deep, oppressive scarlet.

"This door looks so close, it's quite far away." The thermometer grunted.

Fu Yu was on her left, "That door was left by the prince back then, we call it 'Ghost Gate Pass', it's okay here, once you cross the Ghost Gate Pass, it's like entering hell, there are monsters inside, the fog is thicker, once you get lost with people, it is very likely that you won't be able to come back." ”

Many of his brothers and sisters are like this.

Wen Yi asked Shen Yu what the ghost gate was, and he shook his head, "I forgot." ”

In the thick fog, Wen Yi saw a lot of black shadows, some in the shape of people, some in the shape of other beasts, monsters, and white bones everywhere, which made people fearful.

The Fu Sect disciples were all frightened.

They remembered that in the past, the senior brothers' training was only on the periphery, so why did they enter the ghost gate this time?

Their cultivation has only reached the Qi cultivation realm, and even a small monster can't deal with it.

Wen Yi turned his head to look at the trembling Fu Sect disciples, "Ji Changming asked them to come, not to practice, but to make sacrifices." ”

Fu Yu was stunned, and subconsciously said, "How come?" They are all disciples of the Fu Sect. ”

Ziwei Pavilion will not take the disciples into danger.

"How not?" Wen Yi asked rhetorically.

Liu Xinci took the disciples of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion to the Yunshui Secret Realm to practice, and they all killed the monsters and beasts that had cultivated to a high level first, or drove them out of the scope of the experience, leaving some monsters that were just enough for the disciples to kill.

The purpose of the experience is to increase knowledge and make use of the fighter skills learned, not to send the disciples to death.

Except for the Qi Cultivation Realm disciples who had been trained by the Fu Sect, Wen Yi and Fu Yu were the lowest.

Wen Yi has his own way, and Fu Yu can rely on the power of the charm to temporarily improve his cultivation to the Jindan realm at a critical moment, and there may be a glimmer of life.

Hearing Wen Yi's rhetorical question, Fu Yulian helped apologize: "I didn't mean that, Wen Yi, I'm sorry, I just think Fu Zong shouldn't be so cruel......"

In the end, Fu Yu couldn't say it anymore.

The treasure of the Fu Sect, the Book of Seals, was left in the ruins.

This book was originally the treasure of Ziwei Pavilion.

At the beginning, in order to get help from Fu Zong, he tearfully cut his love and lent it to Fu Zong.

After the Fu Sect got it, he took it for himself, and gradually, it really became the thing of the Fu Sect.

"Don't get distracted." Shen Yu quietly separated Wen Yi and Fu Yu, "I'm about to enter the ghost gate, and after entering, I will part ways with them immediately." ”

This is their plan.

Wen Yi was angry and said with his divine sense: "It's useless for you to put it in the middle, Fu Yu can't see you, and he can't cover it." ”

Shen Yu stubbornly stood in the middle.

Soon, the group finally arrived in front of the ghost gate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the God of War Ruins is one of the most ferocious ruins in Zhongzhou, you need to be careful after entering, don't speak ill of the prince, and you can't do it in your heart." Fu Yun solemnly announced the rules of the secret realm, and he felt very uncomfortable when he saw the crooked and unformed team, "Stand in two rows, immediately, immediately." ”

Thermometer: "......"

There are so many problems, and you have to stand in a proper manner when you say something.

Fu Yu is the most active, standing the most standard, and Wen Yi also came over, it is a matter of life, and safety is the first.

The disciples of the Fu Sect didn't dare to say much, and stood up straight honestly.

After Fu Yun finished saying the taboo, his hands were sealed, and a golden light shot into the gate, and he said in a deep voice: "The ghost gate has been opened, enter." ”

His voice is like a bell, giving people a quiet and peaceful feeling, soothing the impetuousness and anxiety in the heart.

Wen Yi lifted his foot and stepped into the ghost gate.

"Whew-"

The bitter yin wind blew on her face, and the biting coolness was like an ice knife scraping on her face, Wen Yi felt the temperature of her body drop rapidly, and she hurriedly used her spiritual power to maintain her body temperature.

A scarlet mist filled the surroundings.

Opposite was the unknown darkness and danger, and Wen Yi summoned his sword and dodged into the thick fog.