After a few steps, the feet became different, as if stepping on a ball of cotton, without making a sound. And at the moment it was the crisp sound of footsteps.

There was a faint soft light not far away.

Cheng Zhaozhao got closer, only to find that it was a yin-eating pearl.

"Fairy Cheng, be careful!"

At the same time as Ling Baichen exhaled urgently, a strong wind suddenly struck from the back of his head, Cheng Zhaozhao jumped forward and rolled on the ground, and the spirit sword slashed over when he turned over.

With a sound of 'dang', the spirit sword collided with a huge scythe, Cheng Zhaozhao resisted the spirit sword, and saw that the one holding the scythe was the monster in the stone castle before.

The monster's face was hideous, and countless green tendons twisted like maggots burst out, spewing out a breath of demonic qi at Cheng Zhaozhao.

"You've eaten garlic!"

Cheng Zhaozhao felt a nausea in his stomach, and the spirit sword was loosened. The monster's scythe slashed at it at once.

Cheng Zhaozhao dodged sideways, smashed the sickle into the ground, and pierced it all over the place with too much force. The monster roared, pulling its scythe hard.

The white light flashed, and Cheng Zhaozhao seized the opportunity to cut off its head.

At this time, Cheng Zhaozhao only felt that the spirit sword was heavy, and something fell on the spirit sword, and the next moment, she suddenly threw out the spirit sword.

The spirit sword flickered in the darkness, and there was a sound in a moment.

"It's a stone castle. Ling Baichen picked up the Yin Eater Bead and looked around.

With the faint light, Cheng Zhaozhao swept around with the light of the Yin Eating Bead, and the ground he saw was the corpses of monsters and monks, exactly the same as before entering the illusion of the ancient temple.

That is, they had come out of the walls of the stone castle without realizing it.

Ling Baichen came to the wall, pulled out the spirit sword, and handed it to Cheng Zhaozhao: "What did Fairy Cheng find?"

Cheng Zhaozhao took the spirit sword and felt it, and the feeling of suddenly holding something was gone.

So he shook his head and said, "Where did they go?"

Lao Mo and Yin Ruo are not in the stone castle, could it be that they have entered the fantasy world of the ancient temple like them?

Bang dang!

"Who!" Cheng Zhaozhao dodged and aimed the spirit sword at a huge clam shell.

"Ouch, don't get excited, it's me and it's me!"

The shell of the mussel gradually opened, and the one lying inside was a psychic.

"You've been hiding inside?" Cheng Zhaozhao withdrew his spirit sword, watched him crawl out of the mussel shell, and took a few steps back at the moment.

As soon as the mussel shell was opened, most of the stone castle lit up, just because there was a huge night pearl on top of the mussel meat. The psychic was covered in foul-smelling slime, all stained with mussel shells.

"Hehe, I'm sorry little friend, this smell is a little unpleasant. As he spoke, the psychic was busy performing a trick on himself.

At the same time, several yin-eating beasts suddenly rushed over, and Cheng Zhaozhao quickly flashed into the darkness to avoid it.

The psychic also hurriedly put away the mussel shells, and returned the stone castle to darkness.

The Yin Eater was in a lack of interest at the moment, and gradually dispersed.

"Little friend, thanks to you killing that monster, I was able to come out. The voice of a psychic sounded in the darkness.

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "You haven't told me where they went?"

They all followed an unknown monk to the entrance to the main hall. The psychic's voice was mixed with some gnashing of teeth.

"Then why don't you follow?"

The psychic was annoyed at the moment, "I want to go, but the monster has been guarding outside, and I can't get out...... Here, that's it, they just dangled in front of the monster's eyes, and the monster chased after them. I don't want to be a little friend, where did you come out again, and cut off its head with a sword. ”

Is it also a wall?

Cheng Zhaozhao glanced back at the wall where the monster was.

"You say a monk of unknown origin, so another monk came to this stone fort?"

The psychic nodded, "Here are the two." A monk with a hat, I always felt that he was gloomy and difficult to speak. The other is a nun ...... By the way, she also claimed to be from the Cangjian Sect. ”

"Oh, who is it?"

"Uh, it seems to be called Lu Lu Lu, right Lu Yan. The psychic's brow furrowed suddenly.

Lu Yan, Senior Sister Lu is fine!

Cheng Zhaozhao was overjoyed, but did not show it.

"Cheng Daoyou, let's go, it's almost dawn. "Ling Baichen has arrived at the gate of the stone castle.

Sure enough, there was already a hint of fish belly white in the sky in the distance, and so many things had happened this night, and it felt like time had passed in a flash.

Seeing Cheng Zhaozhao and Ling Baichen out of the stone castle, the psychic immediately chased after him: "Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou, you wait for me." ”

"What are you doing with that?"

"I'm the only one in the stone castle, and I don't dare to stay there. ”

“......”

This night passed, as if the monks in the ruins of the Scattered Cultivation League had experienced an even more tragic battle.

There were monks' corpses everywhere, and Cheng Zhaozhao stepped forward to check them, and their bodies were covered with scars, but they were not the work of human cultivators. It looks more like monsters, or like the monsters they encounter.

Along the way, the psychic was talking about the great achievements of the Scattered Cultivation League back then, and when he was excited, he also took out an ancient book.

"I'm not a fool of my word, it's all on the record. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao opened the ancient book, but saw a name.

"Perched. ”

The psychic sighed, "What, do you know him too?"

"I've heard of it. Cheng Zhaozhao nodded.

"I didn't expect anyone in this world to remember him. "The psychic had a 'rare' look.

"What's wrong with him, where did he go after he left the Scattered Cultivation League, and where is he now?" asked Cheng Zhaozhao.

The psychic immediately spread his hands and said: "Little friend, there is no news in vain in the world, do you want to buy an old psychic record first?"

Cheng Zhaozhao hugged his arms at the moment: "There are no peers who came in vain that day, do you also pay the guide fee first?"

The corner of the psychic's mouth twitched, and he smiled at the moment: "Just kidding, just kidding, what is the relationship between me and Xiaoyou, how can I still ask for your spirit stone." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't speak, and continued to look at him.

The psychic hurriedly said, "I said, is it not okay?"

Ling Baichen chuckled: "It's still Fairy Cheng who has a way." ”

The psychic continued, "Not many people actually know about what happened back then, after all, the entire Scattered Cultivation Alliance has collapsed. Most of those who know this have been to the ancient temple fantasy world. ”

When mentioning the illusion of the ancient temple, the psychic also glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao meaningfully.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked back calmly, since this psychic knew the illusion of the ancient temple, it meant that he had guessed it.

"Qi Chi, this monk, it's good luck, after he was expelled, he left the Scattered Cultivation League and escaped a catastrophe. Then when he heard that the Scattered Cultivation League had collapsed, he didn't mention how happy he was, and he said that this was their retribution.

I don't know how many monks died at that time, but when he said this, he regarded all the monks who died there as if they had committed some unforgivable sin and received God's punishment. So he was beaten wherever he went.