Therefore, when he deals with some important things, he blocks out all sounds.

Even if he completed his mission, he only withdrew from contact with the outside world, completely ignoring all this.

Zhan Wuji stepped out and appeared directly in a cultivation room on the second floor.

At this time, in this cultivation room, there are many formations, prohibitions, and traps, but these are difficult to fight.

He walked straight in, but saw Si Hong and Qing Yan sitting cross-legged, their eyes closed, their mana surging all over their bodies, and their breathing was short, still trying to refine the vast power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Zhan Wuji looked at her serious expression and bowed her head slightly, she was now a victim of the Tribulation.

Now, he only needs to completely digest the power of his inner demons, which is equivalent to surviving one more tribulation!

But the calamity it endured itself did not decrease because of this.

In other words, if he can survive this Heavenly Tribulation, after stepping into the Mahayana period, his combat power will far surpass that of Mahayana powerhouses of the same level.

"Qiao Ciguang has refined the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, and it seems that it will take some time for their injuries to recover."

"Eighty-one heavy thunder tribulation, I can try it."

"This time, Qiao Ciguang's heart is probably going to be stolen by the system, right?

"Qiao Ciguang is now returning to the virtual realm, and if he absorbs me to cross the tribulation, the risk will not be so great."

"What's more, Qiao Ciguang is also guarded by that 'Kongming' senior brother."

Thinking like this, Zhan Wuji's mind turned, and a clone that looked almost exactly like him was right next to him.

Subsequently, the body of the replica began to change dramatically, and soon it became Si Hongqingyan's appearance.

Zhan Wuji pointed out, and the trajectory of the word "no return" appeared quietly!

Cold, lonely, deadly...... Rushing to the face.

The clone that is exactly the same as Si Hong Qingyan is also coming in the direction of where the "no return" is!

Zhan Wuji lowered his arms, and the replica and the word "no return" dissipated at the same time.

"Death" once said that if you want to come out of the tomb of Yousu, "Empty Hazy", Qiao Ciguang and Si Hong Tianyan must take the road of "no return".

Now that "Konghao" and Qiao Ciguang have met their own conditions, now only Si Hong and Qingyan are left.

In this case, Zhan Wuji will use his own replica to complete the task for her.

In short, what he has to do is to explain to the other two taboos.

What's more, those two taboos may not necessarily see the problem!

After doing this, Zhan Wuji glanced at the 'Heavy Underworld Sect' and made sure that Senior Sister Li, Si Hong Miaoli, Su Xirou, Hua Xiangran and the others were all fine, so he nodded with satisfaction.

However, when he saw that the two ancestors of "Fu Poor" and "Star Hate" were gone, his eyebrows raised slightly.

He had asked the "Star Hate" Ancestor about the Tribulation, and knew what they were busy with these days.

It's just that without the ancestor, what went wrong with his lovers in the process of crossing the power of the tribulation?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhan Wuji stepped forward and walked directly out of the Yousu Tomb and came to the sea.

"Elder Fu Poor, Star Hate Elder."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Wuji waited for a while, but he heard the surrounding whale waves and turbulent waves, but he didn't react.

Seeing this scene, he didn't hesitate, one left and one right, each showing two of themselves, these two doppelgangers immediately became the ancestor "Fu Poor" and "Star Hate".

Zhan Wuji said softly: "Two are Elder Fu Poor, and one is Elder Star Hate. ”

The two doppelgangers next to him said in unison: "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhan Wuji looked in the direction of Qingyao Mountain.

His gaze passed through the mountains and rivers, through the layers of obstacles, and immediately saw the deepest part of Yu Yuan, a towering giant tree reaching into the sky, countless dark green silk threads hanging from the canopy, and on each vine, there were one ill-intentioned eye after another, opening from the sarcoma. That terrifying and chaotic force is like all the evil, all the calamities, all the fears, all the tyranny, all the depravity in the world...... Everything.

As soon as Zhan Wuji saw this tree, this tree seemed to sense something, all the dark green silk threads shook in unison, and countless eyes turned their heads in unison and stared at him.

Zhan Wuji's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately urged the two doppelgangers in his body to disappear.

The next moment, a magnificent gate emerged from the space in front of him, with endless cursed power!

Zhan Wuji raised his feet and walked in.

When his figure disappeared into the gate, the cursed door disappeared with it.

On the originally calm sea, there were suddenly huge waves, and the sound of rushing water spread out in all directions, and countless sea clans fled in a hurry, and huge ripples were stirred up, forming one deep pit after another.

The ancient taste is extremely strong, and on the branches, a pair of cold eyes are staring at them coldly.

Evil, chaotic, tyrannical, evil......

The vast plains have turned into rugged hills.

On the ground, there are traces of potholes everywhere.

In this dry land, wisps of green smoke rose to the sky, soared to the sky, and soared into the sky.

Cracks like spider webs, in which occasional chaotic power overflows, tearing apart the surrounding space, giving people a distorted feeling.

The corpse of "Huai Terror" had been buried in a bottomless pit, and a large hole appeared in his chest, and in the hole was a dark green liquid, and the blood in it had turned green, turned green.

Up and down, there was no trace of intact, his breathing was disordered, and he struggled to crawl out of the hole.

The "infant caracal" was pale, half-kneeling on the ground, and his back was full of dark green silk threads, which were firmly fixed on the ground, and those silk threads seemed to come to life one by one, sticky and cold, constantly corroding his Dao body.

The "burning" man stood in the air, the leather clothes on his body were hunting, and the dust was spotless, but his waist was missing.

All that remains are countless roots. Each root is closely connected with the "fire", as if it is half of its birth, its roots are deeply rooted in the ground, holding it up, as if it is holding a sacrifice, and its roots make a "gurgling" sound, flowing to the ground.

The "burning" ancestor was lifted up in the air, and the snake python in his eyes had disappeared, and there was no longer any life, and he had been dead for a long time!

"Star Hate" was lying on a bloody ground, and around him, there were white bones everywhere, like a carpet of bones, but these bones had become dull, and some had turned to ashes.

Dark green silk threads came out of the cracks in the bones, frantically entangled the white bones, absorbing all the nutrients.

The silk threads are intertwined, like a giant spider web, winding towards the "Star Hate".