The bead emitted a rich light, trembling and wanting to break free from Wu Chen's claws and leave.

Seeing this, Wu Chen's eyes were like a sword, staring at the spirit bead, and his face became hideous, "You said that Wu is not worthy, I don't believe it!"

The green tendons on his arms burst out, and the power of the fierce sword was blessed, and he held the beads tightly. But when he saw the Realm Spirit Bead, a flash of light appeared, and the flesh on Wu Chen's hands exploded, and the blood flowed, dripping on the ground, dyeing the green grass red and moistening the soil.

Gritting his teeth, Wu Chen pulled out the power of the spiritual network from his body again, and firmly grasped the bead, just not letting it break free.

The hand holding the bead trembled rapidly, even the flesh on the fingers was shattered, and the white bones were exposed, completely ignored.

Seeing that it was still difficult to control the beads like this, Wu Chen's eyes burned with anger, and when he roared, the purple light on his hand shone brightly, enveloping the realm spirit beads.

"In Wu's eyes, there has never been a saying of worthiness or unworthiness, only want to or not!" Wu Chen shouted angrily and clenched fiercely, as if he wanted to crush the realm spirit bead.

Suddenly, I saw the purple and white light in my hand flickering, and the bead suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In the sea of gods, a bead appeared without warning, and it seemed to see Wu Chen's soul, his voice vibrate, and he was extremely indifferent: "If you are not a human race, you are not worthy!"

On the realm spirit bead, a chilling aura of destruction permeated, turning into an arc, rushing towards the soul sitting cross-legged on the god platform.

At the altar, Wu Chen's scarlet eyes suddenly opened and floated. Its black hair turned pale in an instant, and it swayed without wind. Behind him, a pair of dragon wings sneered and swung slowly.

The hands gradually change, turning into dragon claws. On the forehead, thunder lines emerged, and he was a generation of murderers.

Seeing this, the spirit bead trembled and paused, the breath on his body was withdrawn, and he turned around to escape.

Wu Chen's dragon claw was held lightly, the breath of devouring shadow was permeated, turned into a big hand, grabbed the realm spirit bead and grabbed it back, staring at the bead in front of him, Wu Chen snorted lightly: "Come if you want to come, go if you want to go, when Wu is a soft persimmon?"

"You, not dead!" In the Realm Spirit Bead, a voice full of fear came, causing Wu Chen to pause slightly, and shouted: "Tell me what you know!"

The spirit of the realm spirit bead was silent, silent for a long time, as if sleeping. Wu Chen was puzzled, and wanted to go into the depths, but was blocked by the halo on the bead, "It seems that my soul is not strong enough, this spirit is obviously shocked by the breath of the Shadow Devouring Soul Body, hiding in the bead and not daring to speak!"

"This thing seems to know the secrets of the past, since it doesn't recognize the master, then seal it, and when it is reunited with the deputy, it will be handed over to him!

After thinking about it, Wu Chen drew two ancient forbidden characters, sealed them, moved them out of the Shenhai, and put them into the storage ring.

Looking at his miserable palm slowly healing, let it go, look to the east, and move forward!

I don't know how long, in the smoky mountains in the east, Wu Chen's figure appeared, and at this moment, he had recovered from the injuries on his hands.

Looking around, he did not hesitate, quickly shuttled through the mist, and after a while, he came to a valley. Smoke curls in the valley, and a dilapidated ancient temple looms.

As soon as Wu Chen took a step, the wind instantly swept the thick fog and rushed towards him.

Squinting slightly, looking ahead, I saw the smoke gathering, turning into the head of a fierce beast like a lion, suspended not far above Wu Chen's head.

The white glow in his eyes was pressing, and he roared with a huge mouth, and for a while, the ground flew sand and rocks, as if it was attacked by a violent wind. With the sound of the whistling wind, the head of smoke rushed quickly, wanting to swallow Wu Chen in one gulp.

Steady his figure, staring at the monster above, Wu Chen stepped forward. In front of him, an arc-shaped spirit shield appeared, blocking the smig head.

The two were at a stalemate, and seeing this, Wu Chen stepped forward again. On the body, the strange beast hideous phantom drilled out, hovering in the sky from afar, with indifference in his eyes, overlooking the lion's head smoke.

Roar, the fierce snarl roared at the head of the smoke, and the aura of incomparable strength spread. With a roar, the fog shattered.

After the smoke skull shattered, the surrounding fog dissipated, and the dilapidated ancient hall in front of it came into view.

The walls were cracked, the gold paint on the doorposts was peeling, and a depraved aura greeted him. Outside the hall, two stone lions were indifferent, one of the heads was missing, and only the gray and black traces of the baptism of the years were left on the broken neck.

Between the two lions, facing down, is a bluestone slab step, a total of nine steps. Behind the stone lion is the gate of the ancient palace, which is dilapidated and ajar, and there are dusty cobwebs above.

Frowning slightly, Wu Chen stepped on the stone steps, and instantly felt that the two stone lions above seemed to come to life, and on their bodies, bursts of coercion came, making Wu Chen's steps a little heavy.

His eyes were full of surprise, and Wu Chen stepped on the first step again, feeling that the pressure was much greater.

Every time he went to the seventh order, he would feel that the pressure on his body had doubled, and by the time Wu Chen came to the seventh order, he was already sweating profusely, and even his back was bent a little.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Chen's eyes condensed slightly, and he suddenly straightened his back, the hideous beast shadow on his body roamed, and he gritted his teeth and stepped on the eighth order. Click, under Wu Chen's feet, cracks appeared on the stone slab.

And at this moment, Wu Chen seemed to be carrying a mountain, with his legs bent, his back hunched, his hands supporting his knees, and he was out of breath. The phantom of the beast on his body has disappeared under the coercion.

Wu Chen's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the door of the palace in front of him, gritting his teeth and slowly standing up, the green tendons on his forehead appeared, as if they were about to burst.

Looking at the half-open and dilapidated gate, Wu Chen drank lightly: "Ruoxi, I'm here!" The power of the three spirit veins of the war pattern meridians, the spirit network and the purple network in the body was restless, blessed the body, and stepped towards the ninth order.

In an instant, above the valley, the heavens and the earth changed color, and dark clouds rolled up. An old voice echoed in Wu Chen's ears, "Yes, you have passed." Pass on a trick to you, this trick is called 'moving mountains', the heavenly level spirit trick!"

After Wu Chen took the last step, all the pressure on his body dissipated, as if it had never appeared. A stream of information came to Wu Chen's mind, and it didn't take long for him to close his eyes and understand. His eyes slowly opened, and there was joy and worry on his face.

The good thing is that this heaven-level spirit trick is extremely domineering, and if it is successful, it can move 100,000 mountains. The worry is that the spiritual power it consumes is too terrifying, unless it reaches the Sky Breaking Realm, it may be able to show its full power.

After thinking about it for a while, even if he has a spiritual network now, he can only move ten seats. As for the secondary body, due to the impurity and scarcity of spiritual power, it is estimated that none of them can be moved.

Shaking his head lightly, Wu Chen stepped forward and walked towards the gate of the ancient hall!

In the ancient hall, the dust is piled up all around, the spider silk is heavy, and it looks dilapidated.

At this moment, a pale green shadow sits on the central stone platform with its eyes closed, its slender and slightly curly eyelashes like cicada wings, which is fascinating. The bridge of the nose is natural, like a beautiful sculpture. The red lips are delicate, like rose petals in the morning dew, making people feel like a light kiss.

Hearing the sound, Ruoxi suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally charming face, under the embellishment of these clear eyes, was a different kind of beauty, seven points of charm, three points of refinement.

Seeing Wu Chen push the door in, she looked at Wu Chen blankly, too many words couldn't speak, got up and quietly stared at the figure in front of her, tears in her eyes, her voice choked, and said "Childe", which made people's hearts melt.

Looking at the woman on the stone platform, Wu Chen suppressed his emotions, nodded slowly, walked away, and said softly: "Ruoxi, I'm here to pick you up!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ruoxi burst into tears like rain, and rushed towards Wu Chen, wanting to throw herself into her arms and tell her what she thought. But he forgot that there was a ban on the stone platform, and he was knocked to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Chen was slightly stunned and didn't say a word, came to the stone platform, and blasted it with a punch. The alien beast roared softly and smashed into the prohibition. This prohibition is not strong, and Wu Chen broke it with his strength.

When he came to the stone platform, he was about to speak, but he saw Ruoxi get up from the ground, come quickly, hug Wu Chen's waist tightly with both hands, and bury his little head deep in his broad chest.

"Childe, Ruoxi thought that she would never see you again!" The woman's crying voice made Wu Chen feel sad, and then gently stroked her long black hair, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not fine!"

After a long time, Ruoxi seemed to have discovered that his behavior was inappropriate, and hurriedly retreated away from Wu Chen, his head buried in the tall twin peaks, cowardly and weak, and he was too shy to speak.

She knew about Hu Ji'er's existence, and she also knew that the man in front of her was in his heart, and she didn't want to destroy their relationship, she just wanted to accompany Wu Chen and be his maidservant, that was enough.

But in Wu Chen's heart, from the streets of Xuanling Beicheng, when he saw her stop at the sugar gourd vendor, he had already treated her as a sister. Maybe it's the longing for my sister, or maybe it's the life pattern connection between the two.

Seeing her shy appearance, Wu Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Wu Chen, who was not indifferent, and looked honest at the moment, couldn't help but amuse Ruoxi, covering his mouth and giggling.

Looking up at Wu Chen, he was about to speak, when he suddenly paused for a while, and sighed lightly: "Childe, you in front of me, why can't I feel the existence of the life pattern?"

Hearing this, Wu Chen was slightly stunned, and then thought that the current soul was only the thunder part of the original soul, presumably the life pattern was engraved on the soul of the secondary body.

After some explanation, Ruoxi was also surprised, then her eyes rolled widely, and finally she shook her head helplessly.

Wu Chen took Ruoxi out of the smoky mountains and set off for the northern region.

In the northern region, the mountains are covered by vast ice and snow, and everything is silent, as if it is sleeping forever. In the sky, goose feathers and snow are falling, and the mountains are covered with white quilts layer by layer.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the cheeks of the people who cut them don't hurt.

Here, many monks came, and some stepped on the snow, leaving deep footprints, only to be covered with heavy snow after a while.

In the air, a man stepped on his sword and floated, looking at the vast mountains and rivers in front of him, thoughtful. It was the Holy Son of Benlei, beside him, the Holy Son was in the air, and he was silent. Behind them, there were many monks, mighty and mighty, not strong.

Ben Lei Saint Son turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, the space exit is ahead, let's go together!"

"Are you going to die?" At this moment, a childish voice came, and I saw a little girl appear not far away in the air.

The little girl was white and chubby, extremely cute, dressed in a white cotton jacket, and her chubby hands were on her back, clinging to each other. Her actions look old-fashioned.

Seeing the little girl, everyone was inexplicable and shocked at the same time, seeing that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she could volley in the air, which was extremely surprising.

"Listen to the Wind Holy Maiden!" the Ben Lei Holy Son stared at the little girl, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he became silent.

"What! is she a saint who listens to the wind?" The monks were stunned, they still thought that the saint who listened to the wind and sought the snow was a beautiful woman. I didn't expect that the Holy Maiden who had been thinking about the wind was actually a little girl, which was really unacceptable.

"What, I heard you right, Made, I don't believe it!" Qi Hong looked at the little girl, opened his mouth, as if he had been hit, and shouted loudly.