On the quiet path, the figures of the three were galloping.

Now that most of the fog has dissipated, the blue circle behind him seems to have stopped at this moment, and the distance between them and the three of them is getting farther and farther away, at least for a while and a half, and they can't catch up.

Although Ye Wuwu was silent at this moment, the thoughts in his mind were not chaotic, but became clearer and clearer.

It doesn't matter how many secrets Penglai has, and it doesn't matter what kind of relationship there is between heaven and earth.

It's the matter at hand that matters.

Ye Wuwu involuntarily tilted his head slightly to the back, looked at the blue light curtain that was not in sight, frowned, and then jumped up again and walked forward.

If his guess was correct, the blue circle would shrink until eventually, driving everyone who was still on the island into one place.

Where is that boundary? Ye Wuwu already had the answer in his heart.

Asgard......

It's just that the warriors of the rivers and lakes on this island, under the drive of this aperture, how many people can make it to the end alive?

Thousands of people from the rivers and lakes have entered this world, but how many can finally cross this boundless island to the end?

But very little.

At this moment, Ye Wuwu suddenly had a sentence in his mind.

Where is this blessed land full of chances, this is clearly a murderous place that kills people without blinking.

Although the words are different, the meaning is exactly the same as that of the immortal.

And that's exactly what happened.

On this island, in a place where Ye Wuwu couldn't see, a tragedy was constantly being staged.

In the process of escaping, a warrior strayed into the territory of a certain beast, and almost had no power to resist, so he turned into the other party's plate and ate in his mouth.

There are warriors on the run, not knowing the direction, breaking into the cliff, there is no way out, but the blue light curtain is like a shadow, just behind him.

Someone ran and ran, and then fell headlong, unable to get up again, only to watch as the blue light curtain devoured it, leaving only a place of flying ash behind.

Things like that, too much......

Ye Wuwu, who was originally galloping, suddenly looked stunned, and then his footsteps slowed down, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the two people behind him immediately understood.

Zhang Mingxuan frowned slightly, of course, for him, it seemed that there was no time when he didn't frown, and he always had such a bitter melon-like face.

"Why stop?" This is Zhang Mingxuan said.

Ye Wuwu didn't make a sound, just stared intently and looked ahead.

Zhang Mingxuan suddenly stopped making a sound, his right hand pinched slightly in the shrouded sleeve robe, and a trace of strange ripples rippled out of his body.

Although most of the fog has dissipated, if you look at the front of you, it is still white after all.

But at this moment, the empty thing suddenly shone brightly, faintly, and there was a muffled snort.

The sound is somewhat familiar.

Ye Wuwu's eyes narrowed slightly, so he no longer hesitated, and took the lead in sweeping forward, as did Zhang Mingxuan and Xia Anmeng behind him.

This is already the inner area of this island, and it is not far from the Asgard marked on the map.

Chance everywhere?

Dangerous!

The sound of blades touching each other came from the front again, which made Deye Wuwu can't help but speed up his pace.

Miles away, in a blink of an eye.

A middle-aged man leaned against a tree, looking stunned, and beside him was a woman with a gun with a frowning brow.

Da Chu Anning.

And the middle-aged man was Feng Yun.

Feng Jianshen and An Meinu, to be honest, on Yulei Mountain at the beginning, Ye Wuwu felt that these two people were a bit inexplicably matched, if they stood together, it should be a very good scenery.

Of course, it's not what it looks like now.

At this moment, the Fengyun Sword God looks a little miserable, the long hair that was originally tied up is scattered, and the long sword in his hand, which never leaves his body, has also fallen dozens of zhang away at this moment, and on his chest, there is a black palm print exuding bursts of gloom.

And the big Chu Anning beside him was worthy of the prestige of the overlord gun, and there was no gentleness at all, but a spear, just horizontal in front of Feng Yun.

Feng Yun didn't dare to move.

Ye Wuwu was a little stunned for a while, and finally spared his head a little embarrassed, thought about it, and spoke.

"Seal senior...... Did you lose to a woman? ”

Feng Yun's originally stunned expression was momentarily stunned, and then he changed solemnly.

"Ye boy, what nonsense are you talking about, I will lose to this girl? Alas, Miss Anning, we have something to say, don't get closer to the tip of the gun, the throat is already broken......"

Ye Wuwu smiled dumbly.

But the truth is just as Feng Yun said, he did not lose to An Ning.

At least not this time.

The black palm print on Feng Yun's chest was not caused by tranquility, but by someone else.

Ye Wuwu's gaze swept over Feng Yun at this moment, swept past the tranquility, and only paused about a dozen feet in front of him.

He spoke softly.

"What's that?"

As far as the eye can see, there is a small hill.

No matter how you look at it, the little hill looks a little abrupt, not to mention, with that small hill as the center, the ground around it is full of deep pits and sword marks.

It was obviously the traces left by Feng Yun's previous fight with another person.

Feng Yun is a swordsman who has reached the peak realm, and in Ye Wuwu's opinion, although his strength is not the top one, he is also extremely strong, and those who can defeat him are obviously at least at the peak.

Facing Ye Wuwu's question, An Ning's face was calm, Feng Yun hesitated for a moment, and then responded.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the grave of an immortal."

The grave of the immortals?

Zhang Mingxuan and Xia Anmeng were stunned at first, but then there was a slight light in their eyes.

Immortal tombs, what a great discovery!

But Ye Wuwu's gaze became fierce in an instant, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the Linyuan Sword automatically unsheathed and appeared in his hand.

Like a great enemy.

"Immortal Grave, Tsk ......"

Ye Wuwu said silently, and then his footsteps swept away, and his qi suddenly rose to the peak, and he swept towards the tomb.

But a silver spear was in front of him, blocking his steps.

"Get out of the way." Ye Wuwu said softly.

Immediately, Ye Wuwu added with a smile again.

"Miss Anning, you can't stop me."

An Ning frowned, the tip of the gun in his hand moved a little closer again, and then snorted coldly.

"Ye Wuwu, how many swords do you think you can use?"

In An Ning's heart, Ye Wuwu was just that stupid person who relied on his unique secret method to forcibly use that powerful sword qi at a great cost.

After all, Ye Wuwu's original fate was also seen in the rivers and lakes, his qi was chaotic and his hair was gray.

Although it has recovered for some reason now, if you still want to forcibly use that sword qi, you will inevitably have to lose your qi again.

An Ning felt that in this Penglai, which was still a fog full of crises, Ye Wuwu should not dare to be presumptuous.

But she guessed wrong.

(End of chapter)