Although they knew that Jiang Cheng was already unlucky, the two did not mention leaving, and only buried their heads and tried their best to chase forward.

It was still pitch black in front of me, but as I got used to it, I felt that the initial fear was beginning to fade.

In the middle of the sound, the two suddenly stopped.

A palace suddenly appeared in front of it, and there was a faint light on it.

The land of darkness and light is clearly bounded, as if they were in two different worlds.

Mo Zhuoyu and Wu Halfian glanced at each other, and walked forward in unison.

The palace was shrouded in a thick fog, and it was impossible to see the form, but its huge appearance was already difficult to despise.

Mo Zhuoyu and the two came to the bottom of the steps in front of the palace, and without hesitation, they walked steadily upward.

Here may be the answer to all their doubts after that.

The gate of the palace turned out to be open, and it seemed that the owner had already known that a guest was coming, and was waiting to open it.

Mo Zhuoyu looked up at the hall, which was so high that it seemed to be invisible, and walked in.

The hall was brightly lit and empty.

"Senior Brother Jiang"

"Senior Brother Jiang"

As soon as the two of them looked up, they suddenly saw a person staggering over. Isn't it exactly who Jiang Cheng is. The two screamed in surprise and rushed over.

"Senior Brother Jiang, ...... you" When he got closer, Mo Zhuoyu raised his head and was about to ask Jiang Cheng what happened. found that something was wrong, the words froze in his mouth, and he raised his hand to block Wu Sleepian, who wanted to pounce.

"Something is wrong," Mo Zhuoyu stood still, reminding.

"What?" Wu Halfian looked at Mo Zhuoyu suspiciously, and finally reacted in a half-loud manner.

The person in front of him looked like Jiang Cheng was indeed good, but on closer inspection, there was something wrong.

I saw that Jiang Cheng's eyes were dull, his face was pale and abnormal, and not only did he not have the slightest joy when he saw the two of them, but he showed the anger of being disturbed on his face.

"Senior Brother Jiang" Wu Busian shouted cautiously and tentatively.

The person in front of him suddenly seemed to be enraged, and suddenly let out a hoarse roar. With a wave of his hands, he pounced on the two of them.

Looking at the person who was originally familiar, now the face is distorted and attacking. Mo Zhuoyu hesitated for a moment, then dodged and dodged.

But this Jiang Cheng was unexpectedly agile, and chased after him. With a scratch of both hands, the long nails instantly cut Mo Zhuoyu's clothes, leaving three deep scars on his arms.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't dare to give in lightly, and with a stroke of the water cold hairpin in his hand, an extremely cold qi shot out.

But this did not have the slightest effect on Jiang Cheng, and he saw that he attacked again without hindrance.

Mo Zhuoyu couldn't dodge, and two scars were left on his body again. Seeing Jiang Cheng raise his head and howl, he opened his mouth and was about to bite Mo Zhuoyu's neck, and a golden spirit shield instantly blocked in front of Mo Zhuoyu.

Mo Zhuoyu took the opportunity to flee quickly, turned his head to Wu Bumian, who had just withdrawn his hand next to him, and nodded, "Thank you!"

Wu Budian didn't respond, because her movements successfully attracted Jiang Cheng's attention. Now it's dodging attacks in a frenzy.

Mo Zhuoyu took out the sunset bow, and the water arrows fired in succession, trying to stop Jiang Cheng's pursuit. But Jiang Cheng's body seemed to have undergone some strange changes, and the water arrow shot at him, leaving no trace of blood. He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and the speed of his attack wasn't affected in the slightest.

Wu Budian kept using the drunken alchemy technique in his hand, and the dense golden needles kept shooting at Jiang Cheng's body. But in the next moment, they were all ejected and fell to the ground.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng's attack was getting more and more fierce, although Mo Zhuoyu was constantly trying to interfere with his attack on the side, it had little effect. Seeing that Wu Sleepian was being chased more and more embarrassed, Mo Zhuoyu gritted his teeth and took out the Phantom Heart Bell.

I only used it in the water last time, but in fact, Mo Zhuoyu has not fully recovered yet. But the scene in front of her could no longer help her hesitate, and the spiritual power in her whole body kept surging towards the bell. Finally, the phantom heart bell was successfully activated, and the melodious bell echoed in the empty hall. The echoes evoked are endless.

Jiang Cheng, who was originally arrogant, suddenly stopped moving. Looking at the front of him with a confused face, he didn't seem to understand what was happening, and he opened his mouth to just say something, "Wu ......"

At this time, the bell in the air finally stopped, but Jiang Cheng's face suddenly showed pain, and his expression gradually distorted.

Seeing this, Mo Zhuoyu didn't have time to think, so he stepped forward in two steps and raised his hand to hit him the back of his neck.

Jiang Cheng's body shook and fell to the ground softly.

Wu Halfian was surprised, "What are you doing?"

Mo Zhuoyu squatted down, leaned his hand under Jiang Cheng's nose, and made sure that he still had breath before saying, "Knock him out, do you still want to be pursued." Saying that, thinking of something, for insurance, Mo Zhuoyu took out another jade bottle from the storage bag. Uncork the bottle and put it under Jiang Cheng's nose, making sure it was all inhaled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's let Senior Brother Jiang sleep well, lest I have to do it again, I can't guarantee that I can still withstand it. Mo Zhuoyu sighed and put away the jade bottle.

"What the hell is going on with Senior Brother Jiang?" Wu Halfian walked over and asked with a frown.

Mo Zhuoyu shook his head and reached out to probe Jiang Cheng's pulse.

Half a sigh, "Senior Brother Jiang doesn't have any problems in his body, his spiritual power is normal, maybe he can only wait for him to wake up and ask him before he knows what's going on." ”

"What about Senior Sister Xiao, could it be here too?" Wu Budian asked as he swallowed the Healing Pill.

Mo Zhuoyu put down Jiang Cheng's hand, stood up, looked at the wound on his arm that had become black and swollen, and said in a deep voice, "Let's heal and breathe first, and then go to find Senior Sister Xiao." ”

As he spoke, the spiritual power in his hand was integrated into a line and cut towards the wound. After squeezing out all the black blood, Mo Zhuoyu kneaded the healing pill into powder, sprinkled it on the wound, and bandaged it carefully.

The two of them rested for a while, and finally regained some strength. Mo Zhuoyu laid out a defensive formation combined with a trapped formation, and after placing Jiang Cheng inside, he and Wu Halfian continued to explore this palace with confidence.

But after walking around twice, the two had to reluctantly admit that this empty palace was really empty. And apart from this ridiculously large hall, there is not a single house. Naturally, I didn't see Xiao Siying.

The two of them sighed in despair, and had to return to the middle of the hall again.

"Why haven't I seen those nasty demon beasts at all this time!" Wu Sleepian sat on the ground, running around for days, so that she couldn't care about her image, and complained loudly.

Mo Zhuoyu also sat cross-legged on the ground, and sighed when he heard this, "If there are demon beasts that can fight face to face, it will be better." Now we haven't even seen the shadow of the enemy, how can we get out of here!"

The two were chatting, but suddenly there was a sound in the originally quiet array.

The constant impact sound was mixed with Jiang Cheng's painful cries. Mo Zhuoyu and Wu Bumian were startled and immediately got up to look.

Jiang Cheng, who was originally unconscious, didn't know when he woke up, and at this time, he was ramming the formation like crazy, and his mouth kept howling. The face is painfully distorted to resemble a human being.