Fu Qiao suddenly felt that something was wrong, his anger suddenly disappeared, and he retreated again and again.

"Hahaha, Fu Qiao, the old man has brought all the elites today, don't let the old man down!"

Before Huang He's words were finished, a few looming shadows on the other end had already made his scalp tingle, and those shadows flickered, and he came behind Huang He in an instant, and when he looked at it, he found that it was a bloody corpse.

A closer look at these bloody corpses found that it was not so simple, because they were all fully armed, and their momentum of not being angry and arrogant was even more compelling. One of the blood corpses let out an angry roar at Fu Qiao, and was about to rush over, but Huang He raised his hand and temporarily calmed it.

"I actually brought all the blood corpses, it seems that you have pressed all your net worth!" Fu Qiao had already made up his mind.

Bright red flames rushed out of Fu Qiao's body, turning into a huge fire dragon, and in his angry shouts, he overwhelmed the Yellow Crane.

When Huang He saw the menacing fire dragon, he didn't dare to be careless, Fu Qiao was not an ordinary person, and he must not relax a little. Just a moment before the fire dragon attacked, it immediately turned into a phantom and swept towards the sky, and the figures of several blood corpse generals followed.

"Fu Qiao!" Huang He shouted, "Take out all your ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and when he found that Fu Qiao had slipped away, Huang He's whole body trembled, but before he could react from his anger, a huge rumbling sound had already sounded on the steps. His brows suddenly furrowed, a boulder wrapped in lava had already rolled and crushed down, just snorted coldly, and three blood corpses had already appeared in front of the steps, each holding a weapon in his hand and slashing towards the boulder, and the strange power directly split the boulder into four pieces, and then several sharp forces were issued, directly cutting the boulder to pieces.

When the dust settled, Huang He made sure that there was no mechanism, and then led a group of blood corpses to climb the stairs.

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Feng Budu felt that the Xuan Qi in his body was becoming more and more agitated, and even the disguise technique was no longer stable, and the appearance on his face involuntarily changed rapidly. Until this time, the name of "Thousand-faced Langjun" was fully exposed on him.

He struggled to comb through the mystical qi in his body while looking at the lava flowing around him, and finally his gaze fell on the steps that had been covered in rubble.

"Immortal Mountain, Immortal Mountain, I'm really interested in your story!" Feng Budu muttered and walked towards the steps.

Just as he was about to step up the steps, he was suddenly caught by something next to him, which moved, and was mostly buried in the lava. Then, a shrill scream was heard, and suddenly lava splattered, and a bloody corpse would jump out of it.

This blood corpse should have been the fire dragon that didn't dodge Fu Qiao in time just now, was knocked out, and then abandoned by Huang He. However, Feng Budu didn't know this, he only understood that the other party was a bloody corpse, and it was a terrible bloody corpse.

Because the blood corpse will just jump out of the lava, and there is not the slightest trace of burns on its body, even the metal armor on its body is only burned red, not melted away. He also held a rusted axe in his hand, the rest of which also glowed red.

The blood corpse general obviously noticed where Feng Budu was, and based on his instinctive aggressiveness, he rushed directly towards Feng Budu, and the Xuan Qi in Feng Budu's body was extremely disordered, basically uncontrollable, so he had to dodge. He knew in his heart that this was the realm of the Yan Dragon, and the Dragon Dao Xuan Qi in his body had been significantly affected, and this bloody corpse in burning red armor was not simple, if it was slashed by the giant axe in its hand, the consequences would be difficult to say.

As soon as his mind moved, the sword appeared, and the moment of dodging directly cut through the void, he slashed towards the blood corpse, and the blood corpse had no time to dodge in the future, and was split. It's a pity that when the sword swept through the armor of the bloody corpse general, it only left a string of sparks and did not break through.

"This ......"

Feng Budu was surprised, how sharp the sword was, sharpening iron like clay, it couldn't break through the armor of the bloody corpse. As a result, he immediately reacted, this was not a simple bloody corpse, it was more terrifying than the fake yellow crane in front of him. Immediately cheered up and walked away.

The internal breathing technique was running at full strength, trying his best to restore the unstable Xuan Qi in his body, and his ever-changing face gradually stabilized under the effect, and he muttered in a low voice: "I don't know what kind of armor this is, it can be so strong, even the Divine Sword can't help it!"

However, just when the wind was not crossing, an irresistible cold air enveloped his head, invisible, silent, colorless, but extremely terrifying. Feng Budu's eyes froze, and a sound broke through the air, and his body teleported a few feet away, and the power fell on the solidifying lava, stirring up waves that were more than three feet long.

"This is not Xuan Qi!" Feng Budu was horrified in his heart, "What kind of power did this blood corpse use, and it could have such power!"

The blood corpse will miss with one blow, and it will not go crazy, and it will not rush to follow the wind and prepare for the next attack.

Feng Budu also danced the sacrifice god in his hand, looking for the flaws in the blood corpse.

However, at this moment, there was a huge earthquake in the heavens and the earth.

The earth, the void, and the lava were all subjected to a terrible impact at this moment, the lava under his feet fell and fell, and the rocks above his head fell in a slump, and the tomb of the Yanlong seemed to collapse.

The Blood Corpse General was stimulated, and gave up the wind and rushed towards the steps.

Feng Budu didn't think about it, and rushed towards the steps, leaving only the crumbling Yanlong Tomb behind him.

Where did Yanlong go?

What secrets are hidden in the Immortal Mountain?

What was the purpose of Emperor Li's visit to the Immortal Mountain?

Is the Calm Army really looking for Yun Yao?

What kind of scene will it be when Feng Budu sees the old man who has always thought he has passed away?

Everyone is pursuing what they want to pursue, there is no right or wrong in that, and if you give it with your heart, God will give you what you deserve. Everything needs to be balanced, though.

Feng Budu didn't understand what he was pursuing, and he didn't know what a precious gift God had given him, so it could be said that his life was a failure. However, he knows balance, and this consciousness is deeply rooted in his bones, and perhaps God will give him another destiny because of this.

The stairs were long, he had never expected them to be so long, but he didn't have the slightest idea of stopping, knowing that he had reached another place.

A sprawling ancient temple.

Solemn, solemn, long-lasting.

He had seen the imperial palace of the Chu State, but it was not as solemn as it was.

He had also seen the Dark Devil's Heavenly Prison, but it was not as strict as its strictness.

He had also seen the altar of the green dragon, but it was not as old as his.

There was still an equally profound and heavy plaque in front of the temple, but he did not recognize the words on it. Strangely, a ray of moonlight pierced through the terrible dark clouds, shone through the cracks in the rocks, and landed right on the plaque.

At this moment, he finally understood that the past of the Immortal Mountain should not be as unbearable as rumored.