Brian snorted, and was led by her to continue walking.

Wen Hanwei hadn't crossed the threshold yet, and suddenly her figure changed slightly, she lowered her head very quietly and squatted down.

Brian also squatted down.

There is no other reason.

In front of the gate of the temple there was a remain, only half buried.

No, it seems a bit inappropriate to say that half of it is buried, because this skeleton seems to have been swept away by the fierce wind of the years, and half of its body is exposed.

To Brian's surprise, the skeleton was not the skeleton of a demon, but the skeleton of a human being.

In such a place, in the dark ancient city of the Troubled Valley, there would be a human skeleton buried.

Not only abrupt, but also very unbelievable.

The bloody body of the skeleton had decayed, but under the white bone skeleton was a dried heart, and there were traces of sharp blades piercing the heart, which was supposed to be a fatal wound.

What made Brian even more curious was that in the heart center, there were traces of the cultivation node being ignited.

"This is the remains of a human practitioner. Wen Hanwei's eyes did not open, and her fingertips lightly tapped on the chest of the skeleton, and she came to an accurate conclusion.

Brian asked, "How could the remains of a human cultivator appear here?" "In terms of the demons in the Chaotic Valley, killing people is the norm, but burying corpses is really a bit redundant.

"No, that's not what we should be concerned about. Wen Hanwei's tone was cold, she stood up, and continued to move forward fearlessly.

Brian quietly looked away from the knuckle of the skeleton's fingers, the serpentine silver ring that was on it.

As if he hadn't seen anything, he had secretly written down the appearance of the ring in his heart.

For some reason, Brian was very interested in the identity of this person.

Entering the hall, the yellowed stone wall is painted with ancient oil paint murals, the painting style is old, most of the stone carving oil paint portraits have been blurred and almost unclear, above the dome, inlaid with pitch-black crystals, deeper than the night.

Brian didn't look at it much, his eyes remained scattered and out of focus, and he continued to move forward with Wen Hanwei.

But at this moment, one of his hearts, as if it was tightly held by a palm, began to become hot when the cultivation node that had just been opened up for a short time.

Because at this moment, he saw the man above the deepest throne.

The man's figure was not very majestic, even a little pale and slender, dressed in an ancient gold and black robe, with a gorgeous style, cold clothes, mysterious and noble, like a dark night.

The man sat on the throne as if he was sleeping, his face was extremely graceful and handsome, his lips were scarlet and bloodthirsty, his facial features were more delicate than those of women, and the bridge of his nose was high, somewhat like that of a foreigner.

This man has long white and golden hair with slightly curly hair, faintly exuding a faint color, in this dark space, extremely bewitching, but not losing majesty.

Wen Hanwei also sensed this powerful aura, and it came out from the end of the hall, lying in the dark years.

She slowly opened her eyes, her pupils as clear as glass and amber reflected the boundless darkness, and her voice was slow and calm: "The former is the Lord of the Troubled Valley. ”

Brian's pupils clearly reflected the man on the throne slowly opening his eyes, the corners of his lips slowly hooked, with a hint of a smile of playing with his prey, and raised his index finger against his scarlet lips.

As soon as he spoke, his voice was full of rich male magnetism: "This way is not going through." ”

Wen Hanwei unsheathed the Yuxiao Sword in her hand and said coldly: "It seems that I can leave this place after defeating you." ”

The man on the throne gracefully crossed one leg, but his gaze was extremely cold: "But an immortal who has crossed the Tribulation Realm dares to speak in front of me!"

Finally, the word "vain!" is wrapped in infinite coercion, like an ancient Great Wall collapsing, unstoppable, and the heavy wind will wear out the carving on the stone wall more deeply!

The hard ground seemed to have been scratched by the claws of a vicious beast, leaving dozens of deep scars.

Wen Hanwei stepped out in one step, her body under the white clothes was thin, but she was extremely tough, she let out a clear whistle, and the sword in her hand sharpened the sound of cutting paper in the space, crisscrossing in the dark.

The darkness was cut open, and countless black shards scattered like shredded paper, and then fell in a torrent.

Since stepping into this black ancient city, Wen Hanwei's amber eyes have ushered in countless fragments of light in the long night.

Behind the light and shadow is the silhouette of the man on the throne.

The aura of darkness was smashed in an instant, with Wen Hanwei as the center, and the sword qi under her feet formed an abundant cloud and mist sword array, churning and surging.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the color of the white sword qi cloud gradually deepened, and the floating trajectory also turned from floating to stone.

The aura changed instantly, the dark realm was swallowed up in an instant, and a round of golden sun was scorching, reflecting the mountains and mountains.

It is like a weighing instrument, which can become heaven and earth, and is called Hengshan.

One of the Five Mountains of Immortal Mountain, she was led by her sword, turning the void into reality, outlining the magnificent and powerful sword array field.

The ancient and mysterious black hall has completely disappeared, and in a brilliant golden light, the woman in white is thinly clothed and stands.

Ethereal white clouds outlined her clothes, and the golden sun rose from the east.

The sky was obliquely shining, and the amber eyes contained countless ancient sword formations, outlining the majestic trend of one stroke after another.

The golden sword momentum expelled the darkness, and the bell sounded in the distance, and the Sanskrit sound was harmonious.

There are flowers on the Mo in front of you, the forest spring splashes, the dew flows in the morning, and the spring breeze on both sides of the strait is light catkins.

This is her situation!

Wen Hanwei said: "My limit is not just ten meters. ”

In the field of vision spread out in front of Bailian's eyes, the white clouds and flowing water, the mountains and rivers are all unparalleled sword intent.

In the Hengshan Mountain, which turned the void into reality, there are still this mottled black fragments, which are as light and fluttering as black snow, which belongs to the man's power.

Brian was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

It was the first time since he had been asleep for the first time in the sun that it was not scorching, it was a distant and familiar warmth.

The man on the throne narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he felt that the light was too gentle.

It's so mild that it's a little sharp and harsh.

He didn't get up, and showed a cold smile with great interest: "Oh, you actually use your sword to take advantage of the power of Wuyue Hengshan to confront my dark realm, your ability is not small." ”

The man seemed to be a person who had been bored for many years and gradually became interested in being pleased, and his eyebrows of the same color as his hair were slightly raised: "Come, tell me your name, there are not many people who can be killed by me and then write down your name, so feel honored." ”

"Out of the most basic etiquette, shouldn't you report your name first?"

Wen Hanwei snorted coldly, waving the sky in her hand, and the clear sky and Hengshan were covered with a layer of yellow sand and hurricanes in an instant.