"Meet His Royal Highness the Prince." Through the thick blood mist, Fu Yu saw the person who was coming and led the Ziwei Pavilion to kneel on the ground.

Shen Yu is a protector for Qingzhou.

The disciples of Ziwei Pavilion looked at the person floating in mid-air, his appearance was blurred, but he exuded a kind of momentum that looked at the world, his legs were weak, and his bones couldn't help but tremble.

They are like a group of insects looking up at the mountains, even if they don't see the true face of the mountains, just hearing the name produces a strong and unsettling sense of oppression in their hearts.

"Does Your Highness want to open the Gate of Heaven?" Without waiting for Shen Yu's answer, Fu Yu hesitated for a moment to express the doubts in his heart, "If you want to enter the Divine War Ruins, you must obtain the seal of the Pavilion Master of Ziwei Pavilion before you can open the Heavenly Gate. ”

The last time they led them into the Heavenly Gate was Ziwei Pavilion Master Fu Yun.

"Xiao Xiao, who is hiding in the blood mist, doesn't get out yet, is it because the deity will crush your bones and scatter ashes before you come out?"

Shen Yu's cold voice fell on everyone's minds, and they only felt as if their heads had been pierced by thousands of steel needles, and they exploded violently.

The indescribable pain spread from the brain to the whole body, and the disciple who cultivated to the lower level held his head and rolled on the ground.

Fu Yu was also so painful that the green tendons on his forehead exploded, and he couldn't even turn his thoughts, instinctively gritting his teeth to resist this head-making force.

At this moment, Fu Yu was once again clearly aware of the gap between him and Shen Yu.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"I beg Your Highness to raise your noble hand, and I beg Your Highness to raise your noble hand!"

There were pained wails in the blood-colored mist.

The monks who had been hidden in the fog fell to the ground like dumplings.

Shen Yu's voice seemed to have a strange power, making them unable to condense the spiritual power around them and unable to think.

Even if the power of the Yuan Infant Realm heard such a voice, he couldn't exert his spiritual power and let himself float in midair, but slammed into the ground like a mortal without spiritual power.

The earth kicked up a puff of dust.

"Click-"

The sound of cracked bones came and went.

Fu Yu followed the sound and looked over, only to see that those people were wearing purple robes, and their arms or other places were wearing the decorations of the Fu Sect.

He glanced at it, and there was a strong hatred in his eyes, "You have come to destroy the seal of the Divine War Relics again, do you know that if the monsters in it are released, not only Qingzhou, but even the Fu Sect will be wiped out in just a few days." ”

The cultivation of the monsters in the relics of the Divine War is also the lowest Jindan realm, but the Fu Sect only has three out-of-body realm powers, and one is combined into the power.

There is only one Yuanying Realm, and its comprehensive strength is even worse than the original Ethereal Fantasy Mansion, and the reason why it ranks first among the next three sects is entirely because of the support of the Sword Sect.

With the support of the Sword Sect, they dared to carry out endless oppression and exploitation of Qingzhou unscrupulously.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince spares his life." The leader sensed a strong killing intent, he got up from the ground, resisted the pain of broken bones and trembled to look up at Shen Yu who was floating in mid-air like a killing god, just by looking at him, he felt numb all over his body, and there was a tingling pain in his eyes.

Then he felt a wave of heat flow from the corner of his eye to reach out and touch, only to see a slippery one.

He's blind!

Just glanced at Shen Yu and his eyes were blind.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, the juniors didn't know you were here." Elder Fu Zong knelt on the ground and trembled and begged for mercy, "This is a grudge between Fu Zong and Ziwei Pavilion, please raise your noble hand and spare us, we will leave now." ”

"You want to leave after breaking the seal of the Divine War Relic?" Shen Yu knew how much danger and hardship Wen Yi had paid to seal the relics of the Divine War, and he also knew how much Shen Shui had paid to protect Qingzhou, and he also knew that Ziwei Pavilion was almost at any cost in order to protect the people of Qingzhou.

This generation after generation of Qingzhou people guarded the relics of the Divine War and guarded the bottom line of this immortal cultivation world, but Fu Zong took revenge on Ziwei Pavilion for his own selfishness, regardless of the overall situation, how could Shen Yu let go of this group of narrow-minded arrogant people.

A black and red aura condensed from his palm, and then he waved it slightly.

A dense rain of arrows spread down like eyes, piercing the skull of every Fu Sect disciple and piercing it.

Scarlet blood splattered out, and the blood instantly stained a small piece of the earth.

Screams and screams continued until the spirit, who had been reduced to ashes by the three-day spirit, and all this pain and wailing did not cease.

Everyone in the Ziwei Pavilion who witnessed this terrifying scene had their eyes straightened.

Is this the power of the Mahayana Realm Ancestors?

With a gentle wave of his hand, the Yuan Infant Realm powerhouse that they looked up to died in an instant.

It was all as fast as a dream.

The people of Ziwei Pavilion did not feel happy because of this, on the contrary, they were even more afraid of Shen Yu, for fear that His Royal Highness the Prince, who did not recognize his six relatives, would have been reduced to powder in his palms.

"Bang-"

Without borrowing the seal of the head of Ziwei Pavilion, Shen Yu gently pushed towards the magnificent blood-colored door that opened in mid-air, only to hear a squeak, and the closed power slowly opened.

A thick fog like red paint erupted from within the power, and countless wails and ghostly cries exploded in everyone's ears, and a kind of extreme fear rose in their hearts, as if they were in the infernal realm of scarlet terror.

The air around them plummeted, and the frost flowers climbed up the branches, and the breath of each person condensed into ice in the air.

"People below the Jindan realm leave." After saying this, Shen Yu flew into the scarlet gate with an expressionless face, as if it was opening a bloody mouth.

"Elder." The only Jindan Realm present, the adult is Fu Yu.

The eyes of the Ziwei Pavilion disciples showed panic and worry.

Their red robes were blown by the cold wind.

"Now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already entered, then there is no need for you to take the risk of entering the Divine War Ruins again, Elder." A disciple cautiously put forward the thoughts in his heart, "The disciple is not a cowardly person, but I am worried that your current state may not be able to come out of the Divine War Ruins alive. ”

Fu Yu knew what the disciples were thinking, and there was a hint of determination on his delicate face, "This is the responsibility I should bear, and this is also the responsibility that all Ziwei Pavilion disciples should bear, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and General Shenshui blessed Qingzhou a thousand years ago, and after a thousand years, it should be up to us Qingzhou people to protect our own hometown." ”

No matter what Shen Yu's purpose was in entering the Divine War Ruins.

Fu Yu will take his own responsibility.

After saying that, he held the seal of the Ziwei Pavilion Lord and flew into the blood-colored gate that was about to close.

Everyone looked at the figure that disappeared into the blood-colored mist, and only felt that the elder who had no backbone who was laughed at by the disciples at the beginning had become a big man in the sect.