On the blood-red altar, the encounter between Yan Yueli and Canghai is not tabled first. Just talk about the confrontation between Jing Wuwei and the elders of the Huan Xuan Sect.

As soon as the words of the mountain wind fell, a pore and terrifying whistling sound sounded from all directions of Haixin Island, and the voice seemed to be a human but not a human, a ghost or a ghost.

After the whistling sound, Jing Wuwei could clearly see that dozens of lights and shadows landed from the shallow reef of Haixin Island, and as soon as those lights and shadows landed on the shore, they surged towards the blood-red altar.

Those people were wearing black monks' robes, cloaks, and black full-face masks on their faces, so they couldn't see their faces clearly, and they couldn't detect the depth of their skills.

In order to prevent the grass from startling the snake, Jing Wuwei did not have many subordinates in this operation, plus the big brother of the dark guard who had just joined him, there were less than ten people in total.

But fortunately, the cultivation of these subordinates is all the cultivation of the Jindan period, which is close to the Yuan infant stage. And as a chivalrous lord and the leader of the secret guard, Jing Wuwei's cultivation level is......

After those black-robed monks came ashore, they surrounded Jing Wuwei and the others in the center of the altar. Jing Wuwei knew that at this time, he wanted to drag these monks as much as possible to buy time for Canghai to break the big array and destroy the altar.

Jing Wuwei knew that what they were about to face was a battle of fewer against more, he couldn't stay normal anymore, he knew he couldn't hide his strength anymore.

After contemplating, he stretched out his left hand, grabbed the black mask on the upper half of his cheek, and slowly removed the mask from his face.

At the moment when the mask slipped off, all the Jindan monks present felt the strong spiritual pressure from the Yuan Infant Stage monks, and the sense of oppression brought about by it.

The mountain wind cultivation only barely entered the false yuan infant and stopped, he saw that Jing Wuwei's cultivation was so much higher than himself, and the hatred in his heart was even stronger.

Guo Shanfeng arrogantly ridiculed Jing Wuwei: "Brother Jing is really slippery, and he hides his power so deeply, I am afraid that the world still thinks that the dignified and chivalrous Lord will only stab others in the back!"

Looking at this spiritual pressure, it should be the cultivation of the fifth level of the Yuan Infant. But it's a pity, in my mountain wind, no matter how high the cultivation is, it's useless......"

Jing Wuwei knew that the mountain wind must be preached with the "power of blood" again, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he interrupted his words in a cold voice: "Over the mountain wind, it is useless to talk more, we will know the superiority only if we compare them, come on!" ”

Seeing that the Lord Chivalrous took off his mask, the members of the Secret Guard lifted the taboos on their bodies one by one, and Gu was the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period, and the same purple light shone on everyone's bodies and on the assassin's dagger.

And in the purple light, the person who took the lead exuded a thick gray all over his body, and that person was Jing Wuwei. I saw Jing Wuwei standing in it, and under the bright moonlight, a gray-black afterimage spread behind him, like a gray dragon, surrounding the members of the dark guard in his shadow.

Jing Wuwei had already silently used the first move at this time: Dark Moon Rebirth. This move is mainly to bless the spiritual power and attack power of the comrades-in-arms, and maximize the attack power of the comrades in the shadows while minimizing the consumption of spiritual power.

Jing Wuwei gave an order to the secret guards in a low voice: "Fight quickly, I'll deal with the mountain wind!" ”

"Yes!" I saw that the members of the dark guard responded in unison, and the purple light on their bodies was almost purple and red because of the blessing of the secret technique!

Facing an enemy several times their size, they were fearless on all sides, and with the assassin's dagger in their hands, they followed the gray figure in front of them and rushed towards the enemy.

The more than ten black-robed monks who were at the eye of the altar array and chanting the formation were the first to be solved by Jing Wuwei, and then there were more than twenty Dharma protectors who stood by the side of the mountain wind and protected his safety.

None of these Jindan Great Perfection Stage Cultivators of the Radiating Sect could stop him in the slightest, let alone get close to him and hurt him.

In an instant, those Radiating Sect cultivators were reduced to corpses, and only the remaining demonic qi in their bodies was still rising slowly where the wounds had been broken.

The tasteless gray figure finally stopped in front of the mountain wind. Jing Wuwei, who was slender and long, was full of murderous aura in his eyes at this time, but what was hidden in the depths of the killing machine was a deep regret.

Guo Feng didn't expect that Jing Wuwei would approach him at such a fast speed. He raised his foot and kicked the piles of corpses on the ground, raised his eyes to look at Jing Wuwei, and said with a wry smile: "What are you doing, pity me, or laugh at me!" ”

Jing Wuwei looked at his former comrades-in-arms and wanted to give him one last chance, and persuaded: "The prodigal son will not change his money, go over the mountain and stop it!" ”

As soon as Guo Shanfeng heard Jing Wuwei's words, the expression on his face immediately became hideous, and he twisted his face and lowered his head and laughed strangely. Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and he raised his head again and mysteriously shouted at Jing Wuwei, "Bang! Little Brother Jing, you've been tricked! ”

I had only heard the words of the mountain wind before the sound fell, and Jing Wuwei had opened a formation at some point, and this formation was just a soul-fixing array at a glance, and it could only temporarily trap Jing Wuwei in the formation.

But Jing Wuwei looked at the entire Blood Red Altar, and the position he was standing at this time was exactly the place where the head of Canglan Kun had just been trapped, the central position of the Blood Red Altar.

Seeing that his lifelong "old enemy" had fallen into his trap, Guo Shanfeng happily jumped in front of Jing Wuwei and mocked: "Do you think that if you kill the monk guarding the formation at the eye of the formation, this move will not be activated?" Naive! ”

"Not good!" Jing Wuwei knew that he had underestimated the enemy, and he hurriedly lifted the secret technique of the "Dark Crescent" before the Blood Refining Great Array was opened.

The "Dark Crescent" secret technique has a flaw. After the secret technique is cast, it is not only the aura and exercise blessings of the comrades-in-arms, if the caster is injured or controlled, the comrades-in-arms will have the same backlash!

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Wanpu Cave is located in the depths of the dense forest on the south side of the Soul Valley, Yan Mingxiu and Wen Jinyan came out of the backyard of the ghost doctor's mound, and went south to the mouth of the Wanpu Cave with a stick of incense. The two of them walked into the cave for a stick of incense, and the frozen stone walls around them suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dense forest path in the mountains, and the majestic waterfalls were not far away.

"It's okay!" Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but sigh, he often wandered the desert when he was young, and he had never seen such a spectacular waterfall.

"The cave is made up of five large waterfalls and several small waterfalls, and there is a viewing platform at the highest point, where you can enjoy the beautiful view. A few years ago, I was able to go up, but now I'm afraid it's difficult. Wen Jinyan said, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go!" The corners of Yan Mingxiu's mouth hooked, and the steps under his feet were bigger, he liked to challenge difficult things, and it seemed that this trip was worth it.

The two of them walked along the trail all the way, and after a hundred steps, they heard the sound of "rumbling" water not far away, and after walking another hundred steps, they could feel the mist swirling, and just as they were about to see the true face of the waterfall, they were suddenly blocked by tangled vines.

Yan Mingxiu slashed it with a neat swing, and as soon as he took a step, the vines around him gathered in front of the two of them again, and the speed was so fast that he had to retreat.

"This is a vine demon?" Yan Mingxiu frowned, flipped his wrist and took the folding fan in his hand, he didn't expect to meet the vine demon just after entering the cave.

Wen Jinyan shook his head and explained: "They are also Xuanteng, but they are not the thousand-year-old Xuanteng, and ordinary magic weapons are constantly chopped. ”

Yan Mingxiu raised his hand and touched the entangled vines, and instantly sensed a powerful breath of life, these Xuan vines seemed to have escaped the category of mortal trees, but demon vines like spirits.

Yan Mingxiu has seen a thousand-year-old ginseng doll, an elf girl with 10,000-year-old flowers and plants, and a movable vine is really the first time he has seen it, and he feels very magical, and he can't help but get excited: "These Xuanteng have been looking at it for nearly a hundred years, and I don't know what the thousand-year-old vine demon will cultivate into, it's really getting more and more interesting, Wen Xiaoyou has to follow Yan!" ”

"Yes." Wen Jinyan did not hesitate, obediently accepted the magic weapon, and followed closely behind Yan Mingxiu.

Wen Jinyan, the ability of "Thousand-faced Langjun", knew it, and the valley master also instructed him before leaving, and everything was arranged by Yan Mingxiu. Besides, his magic weapon is just an ordinary spiritual weapon, which is not as good as the immortal weapon Autumn Wind Sadness Painting Fan in Yan Mingxiu's hand, and he can't defend himself when he holds it in his hand, so it is better to save it from being an eyesore.

This time, Yan Mingxiu injected his true qi into the autumn wind sad painting fan, and once again waved the fan to cut off the entangled Xuanteng, and the fan infused with true qi became more powerful, and he opened a small path in just one moment. And this time, Yan Mingxiu did not stop moving, but cleaned up the Xuanteng that gradually gathered while walking, delaying the crazy growth speed of Xuanteng.

In this way, the two of them approached the majestic waterfall smoothly, and their eyes were deeply attracted by this magnificent sight.

I saw five huge waterfalls, like a light jade belt hanging on the mountain, surrounded by white clouds like a fairyland.

In an instant, the waterfall rushed down from the high cliff, like a group of startled tigers, roaring and rushing down the hill. The majestic sound was like a thunderbolt, and the fierce offensive was like an avalanche, and the sky was covered with water vapor.

"Yan senior, please see, the easternmost waterfall is called Yinxian Waterfall, and above the waterfall is the Eight Pools of Ten Thousand Waterfalls Cave. The thousand-year-old vine demon grew on the side of Tan. ”

Yan Mingxiu looked in the direction of Wen Shenyan's finger, the easternmost terrain was also the most dangerous, the waterfall flowed down the cliff like a knife, as if the green dragon was spitting, stirring up a splash of water, splashing in the mountains, if it wasn't for Yan Mingxiu opening the shield, both of them would be drenched in the cold.

"Let's go straight to the deep pool."

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Tan Bian's Xuanteng is ten times as much as the entrance of the cave. There is another way, go down the stone steps above the Yinxian Waterfall, and there is a huge stone with a wide field of vision - Wanputai Platform. ”

Once again, pearls are splashed

Suddenly, a strange roar resounded through the Ten Thousand Waterfalls Cave, and at the same time, the sky was full of Xuanteng.

Yan Mingxiu fanned up, but he couldn't see the eye of divine thoughts clearly, and suddenly stretched out again, exerting his five senses to the extreme keenness, and felt that there was a faint feeling between the vines in the depths of the door of death, and those ancient vine branches were obviously automatic without wind, as if there was life.

And he also felt a not thin aura of heaven and earth, coiled in this vibrant door of death.

The ancient vines inside are simply amazingly thick, and the big ones are twice thicker than the water tank. The roots are intricate, layered, and there are many strange trees.