Dreamland.

Foggy and white.

Zhao Wujiang's mind was unwavering, walking in the mist.

His eyes were black and white, clear as a mirror, shuttling through the fog, and in front of him was the majestic Jiuzhi Mountain.

Looking up at the bluestone slab steps that plunged into the sky and white clouds, he climbed the steps.

Zhao Wujiang did not choose to fall directly into the dragon vein as a dream, but chose to "walk" with everyone.

His luck is now worth nearly 20,000 points, and no one in the world can match it, and he blesses his fortune with his body to hide his breath.

Ascending the steps step by step, he soon walked into the Zhaoling Tomb and followed behind Li Chunfeng and the others.

On this trip, the seven clans of Liu Li and Zhu, the king of Zhou Wu and Qin, only sent seven elders of the great clan of the great master realm to participate, plus Li Chunfeng, a total of eight people.

Li Chunfeng held a bronze lamp, the candle flame on the wick burned, and he walked in front of him, walking down the passage.

The seven elders of the clan were silent, and only the sound of footsteps on the stone slabs remained in the passage.

Suddenly, Li Chunfeng suddenly looked back, his gaze seemed to penetrate the Seven Elders, and stayed on Zhao Wujiang.

His expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, there is one more footstep!"

The seven elders of the clan held their breath for a moment, they naturally understood what Li Chunfeng meant, this trip was not only eight people on the surface, but also one person hidden in the dark.

Their eyes were glancing, and the vast cultivation was flowing with hundreds of limbs, ready to deal with accidents at any time.

The blue-gray flames on the bronze lantern were burning violently at this moment, and Li Chunfeng opened his mouth to blow, and the monstrous sea of fire rushed towards the seven elders.

The Seven Elders were not panicked, they knew that Li Chunfeng was not targeting them, but looking for another person who was hiding.

The flames swept past the Seven Elders, rushing towards Zhao Wujiang.

Old God Zhao Wujiang was there, and he didn't panic, he didn't think that Li Chunfeng already knew that he was coming.

The flames swept past the last clan elder, who was the great grandmaster of the Zhu clan, and then shot towards the feet of the great grandmaster of the Zhu clan.

"Bang!"

A sea of fire exploded in the darkened passageway, and sparks sputtered.

"Hehe, Li Chunfeng, you have been guarding the mausoleum for many years, and your perception is much sharper."

A hoarse voice resounded throughout the passage, and the shadow under the feet of the Great Grandmaster of the Zhu Clan distorted, turning into an old figure, which was none other than the peak Grand Grandmaster Li Xuanji.

"Li Xuanji, why are you here!" Some clan elders exclaimed, obviously recognizing Li Xuanji, and their expressions were all jealous.

Li Xuanji laughed and said, "The old man likes to join in the fun the most."

After speaking, he ignored everyone's gaze, went straight to the front, and walked side by side with Li Chunfeng.

The Great Grandmaster of the Qin Clan snorted, his face changed, but he did not open his mouth to refute.

The faces of the elders of the rest of the ethnic groups were cloudy, and among the great grandmasters present, except for Li Chunfeng, who was holding a bronze lamp, Li Xuanji was the most domineering, and it took two or three people to join forces to fight with Li Xuanji.

But now the seven clans have different minds, and it is not easy to work together.

Li Chunfeng's eyes flickered, staring at Li Xuanji, who was smiling beside him, without speaking, but leading the way ahead with a cold face.

"Li Chunfeng, you said, how many old friends can go back safely on this trip?"

As he walked, Li Xuanji asked a question coldly.

The atmosphere was solemn and abnormal for a moment, and the Great Grandmaster of the Seven Clans quietly became vigilant in his heart, and his eyes looked at Li Chunfeng one after another.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere and the unkind gaze of everyone, Li Chunfeng's eyelids jumped, and the blue-gray firelight reflected his old face more and more eerie:

"Brother Xuanji, don't you want to do it here?"

Li Xuanji smiled:

"The old man has weak bones, but he can't move this hand, but he is old, and he takes advantage of his dying to come out for a walk.

After all, this is your mausoleum keeper's territory, and you won't bomb me out."

Behind him, the Great Grandmaster of the Seven Clans had a gloomy face, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao

Wujiang was behind him, his hands were sleeved, and he looked at this scene with a light smile.

Li Xuanji took the lead in arousing everyone's suspicion and vigilance against Li Chunfeng, and Li Chunfeng turned his lips and pointed the finger at Li Xuanji, an "outsider" who appeared, and Li Xuanji reminded everyone lightly that this is Li Chunfeng's "home field".

The edges are hidden, and they are all old foxes. Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as clear as a mirror, and black and white were surging.

In the deep passage, the nine people in front of them kept moving forward, and after a cup of tea, the darkness faded in front of everyone's eyes, and a bronze gate appeared in front of them.

The bronze door is huge and incomparable, as if it is across the secluded world, cast by bronze, engraved with complex lines, and a burst of vicissitudes of life is blowing in the face.

"Guys, did you bring it?"

Li Chunfeng held the bronze lamp in his hand and spoke in a deep voice.

The old man of the Seven Clans shook his head, flipped his palm, and with a pop in his palm, wisps of blue gray and deep flames erupted.

They raised their hands and waved, and the blue-gray flames shot towards Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng's eyes were full of excitement, and he raised his hand to meet the bronze lantern towards the flames.

The flame turned into a moving fire snake, entangled in the bronze wick and burned, and with a "boom", an extremely oppressive surging aura emanated from the bronze lantern, and the blue light illuminated everyone's faces.

"Divine fire opens the sky!" Li Chunfeng threw the bronze lantern in his hand into the air and raised his hand to point.

The ever-bright lantern stayed in front of the bronze giant gate, constantly rotating, and in an instant, it was a sea of green fire.

The dusty bronze door was slowly pushed open by the sea of fire, like the gears of history turning under the years, and everyone felt the breath of the ups and downs of the years in front of them.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the sea of green flames in front of him, is this the real Flame of Eternal Brightness?

Different from the sporadic flames of eternal light that we came into contact with in the past, today's sea of fire is not a blue-gray color, but a deep cyan like the sea.

His eyes were black and white, like yin and yang reversed, and he raised his hand with a move.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Qi of the Five Emperors. fire

Remarks: Skyfire】

It turned out that the flame of eternal light, called the heavenly fire Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed, Li Chunfeng had recalled the bronze lamp, and everyone was stepping into the bronze gate.

Seeing this, Zhao Wujiang made a seal with his hands in his sleeves, and silently recited in his heart: "Leave the word, the south will be burned by fire!"

"Boom!"

The bronze lamp that had just stopped turned into a sea of blue fire in an instant, sweeping towards the Elder of the Seven Clans and Li Xuanji.

Oops! What's going on with Divine Fire? Li Chunfeng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, he wanted to save it, but it was too late.

In the next moment, the sea of fire had swept over the elders of the Seven Clans.

A roar rang out, "What are you doing? Li Chunfeng!"

Li Chunfeng retreated in panic, he forced the shock, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to the old man's explanation!"

"Kunzi, Tuhe car!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were slightly cold, and his handprints changed.

The Great Grandmaster of the Li Clan collapsed under his feet, and the crack was deep, dragging him into the crack of the boulder, and a terrible roar sounded from the crack:

"Li Chunfeng!"

Li Xuanji's eyes were quick, and before the cracks in the boulder were closed, he pulled the great master of the Li family out.

Although the Great Grandmaster of the Li Clan would not simply die here, if he was not rescued just now, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Li Chunfeng, what do you have to explain? Who else can perform this profound Qimen technique but you?" Li Xuanji's eyebrows were cold:

"The old man just opened his mouth to ask you how many people can return from this trip, just to remind you old friends, beware of you Li Chunfeng's ill intentions, and now it seems that it is indeed right!"

(End of chapter)