Western Nakshatra Sea.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched and shrill eagle roar suddenly resounded through the sky.

The goshawk pitched into the air and circled, as if frightened, and flapped its wings, wanting to fly high.

In the cold and panicked eagle eyes, the yellow sand Gobi, the earth and the world, far away, a figure floated like a ghost, without touching the ground, the body was like a cloud and mist, the breeze followed, and the green robe swayed, coming quickly and urgently.

This man was still in the sky, as small as gravel, and then he quickly drew closer at a glance.

One step and one fell into the dust, it was Chen Zhuo.

His feet fell to the ground, and under the tumbling sand, a piece of dry bone shattered silently.

The wind swept again, and under the dust that was stirred up, there were a few bones that were unusual.

Some are livestock, cattle and sheep, while others are human skeletons.

He raised his hand, and the goshawk in mid-air was already fluttering its wings, like a kite that had been retracted, falling from the sky and resting on his wrist.

Chen Zhuo smoothed the feathers raised by the goshawk on the one hand, and raised his eyes with a flat expression, but he saw that on the Gobi Desert on the first line of heaven and earth in the distance, a snowy peak rose from the ground, standing tall, and a huge palace was located on it.

It was a temple, a stone temple, magnificent and majestic.

At the moment of Chen Zhuo's arrival, his eyes were far away, and at first glance, he saw dozens of figures rushing down from the snow peak, as if he had been prepared.

But what he saw was not these people, but a gaze cast on the snow peak, gloomy and resentful, full of murder and hatred, like an evil ghost, as if he wanted to cut Chen Zhuo with a thousand knives and eat him alive.

The two lines of sight were facing each other from afar, looking at each other from afar, and for a moment of collision, Chen Zhuo grinned.

This Nan Murong has really become different.

He let go of the goshawk, stepped again, lifted and fell, and the person had gone straight to seven or eight feet away, just a few shakes, and the dozens of figures were already close in front of him.

Chen Zhuo didn't look at it, he always walked with his hands, just waiting for the two sides to stagger over, he raised his arms and rose vertically, shooting straight at the top of the mountain, and the dozens of people behind him stopped together, and then clusters of red flames jumped out of the three or seven holes one after another, and then the fire skyrocketed, that is, the pores of the whole body were spitting fire, and then scattered in the wind and frost into scorched ashes, and the bones did not exist.

Bones, bones, bones.

What you see along the way, what kind of snow mountain is this, it is clearly made of bone mountains.

It's horrible, it's shocking.

And the closer he got to the palace on the top of the mountain, Chen Zhuo felt an unusual sense of oppression, which was extremely ominous and terrifying.

But how can he stay, mention the body again, and fly high.

After another pause, the man was already standing in the palace.

"You're here!" The faint words floated from the depths of the palace, "You really dare to come." ”

An indescribable smell of blood was pushed in front of Chen Zhuo by the cold wind that passed through the palace.

Full-bodied disgusting.

In the empty palace, a blood-colored figure paced out of the shadows, opening a pair of scarlet eyes with great interest, looking Chen Zhuo up and down.

And under the snow peak, out of nowhere, a figure exuding evil qi appeared from all directions, all of them were martial artists who had cultivated magic skills, and now they were swarming up.

"You dug up the ancestral grave of my Murong family, and exposed the bones to the sun for seven days and seven nights?" This person's voice was originally smooth and clear, but his breath sank, and he was suddenly hoarse like a knife scraping his throat, overflowing with murderous intent, "The surname Chen, do you really think that you are the only one in this world who can cover the sky with one hand, my Murong family has fallen to this, mostly thanks to you, today I want to be ashamed and recast my prestige." ”

This person is Murong Fu, and this person is actually the famous Murong Fu.

Now goodbye, how can there be the handsome and chic appearance of the past, bloody hair and red eyes, pale face, a cloud of blood mist floating around the body, and the brocade white robe has also turned into a blood robe, bloody and treacherous.

Sure enough, his heart changed greatly.

Chen Zhuo didn't speak, and almost stopped walking towards the other party for a moment when he entered the palace.

As he approached step by step, the cold palace suddenly became warmer, but this warmth continued to rise, and began to become hot, then hot, then hot, and the air was like boiling water, stimulating people's internal organs.

Originally, it was extremely cold weather at the end of winter, but in this palace, there was a trance illusion of being exposed to the scorching sun.

Silent and silent, only killing.

Chen Zhuo strode in, and the right hand on the top behind his back was already bending his five fingers and slowly clenching it.

For such irrational and inhumane existence, he can only ...... Kill!

Murong Fu felt the pervasive blazing meaning in all directions, smiled coldly, and the blood mist outside his body instantly turned into a layer of protective qi.

He raised his hand and pointed in the air, his fingertips flashed, and a wisp of blood-colored sword qi burst out of the air and landed on Chen Zhuo's body.

It's a pity that the sword qi fell like a mud cow into the sea.

Chen Zhuo didn't stop, and when he stepped in, the two of them were no more than nine steps apart.

The blood in Murong Fu's eyes instantly dyed red, Yiya's face suddenly turned hideous, and the blood-colored true qi in her body gushed out wildly, rich almost like substance, and the true qi was within the reach of it, like a blood wave churning, sweeping out of the hall.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was suspicious of Chen Zhuo's methods, but then turned into a sneer: "Kill him." ”

But those from outside the temple had poured in.

Chen Zhuo's martial arts are shocking, and the essence in his body is naturally far beyond ordinary people, falling in the eyes of these Jianghu people who take people to practice, he is a great supplement, and his face is crazy, and he goes forward one after another.

Chen Zhuo ignored it, his toes sank, but he saw clusters of flames visible to the naked eye rise from under his feet, and then wrapped them in a huge fireball.

The terrifying heat wave instantly expelled all the evil blood-colored true qi outside, and those evil demons and outsiders, whenever they came into contact with him, all turned into ashes, and they couldn't even hear a scream.

Murong Fu condensed his mind, not only was he not shocked, but he had a big hand, and the blood-colored true qi suddenly surged, and the impact passed, and those people in the rivers and lakes who had learned the magic skills were all involved in it, and the essence of their bodies was devoured, and when they fell out, they had turned into dry bones, and they were wiped out in the blazing fire.

swallowed dozens of people in one breath, Murong Fu was like a big supplement, laughed wildly, the blood-colored true qi around his body was like flames, his arms were raised high, and the true qi immediately condensed, and it stood up towards the sky, like a blood-colored divine sword, piercing through the palace and turning the world upside down, just waiting for a sword to fall, it was the innate invisible sword qi that broke the body.

And Chen Zhuo's indomitable pace also paused at this moment, and Murong Fu's smile became more and more arrogant.

"Hahaha......"

But at this moment, a very unbelievable scene happened.

Although Chen Zhuo's pace stopped, his eyebrows dimmed, and the laughter in Murong Fu's mouth also stopped abruptly, his expression turned stiff and shocked, but soon turned into a distorted and hideous color, and as soon as the sword qi in his hand was raised, he was about to slash straight down, and roared loudly: "Die!" ”

And in his eyes, an illusory and ethereal shadow was actually squeezed out of Chen Zhuo's body and walked out, still in a negative position.

"It's not bad, I also have an understanding, and today I will try it for you for the first time."

Chen Zhuo didn't speak, but his words echoed in the palace.

The originally dim palace instantly became brighter, and the phantom body exuded bursts of golden light, like a big sun across the sky, stepping forward again, only in Murong Fu's pupils that first shrank and then expanded, his right hand clenched his fist, punched and fell, stopped one step away, and the fist fell on the opponent's eyebrows.

Murong Fu looked at the phantom in front of him, his face was indescribably wonderful, his lips moved, and he said in a dumb voice: "This is ...... Martial Arts Genshin! ”

(End of chapter)