Wu Ming and Princess Chaoyun walked into the Sumeru Palace and marched along the tall palace layers to find the whereabouts of Fu Nu. In the tall and magnificent hall, the footsteps of two people kept echoing, and it seemed more and more empty.

"This Sumeru Palace is really big. ”

Wu Ming looked up and looked around, and couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart.

The palaces are connected and layered on top of each other, just imagine that when it was at its peak, the monks who cultivated in this Sumeru Palace were only afraid that there would be thousands of people.

And now, only a cold palace remains, empty.

The two men walked through several corridors to a rotunda, and a cold voice sounded from the opposite side.

"This Sumeru Palace, you are not qualified to enter. ”

Wu Ming grabbed Princess Chaoyun who was walking forward, and then reached out to hold the sword pill in his palm, he looked at the opposite side, and it was the Fu slave with a gloomy face who was standing.

Fu Nu looked at Wu Ming, his gray face was expressionless: "I saw your robe in the landslide just now, with a strange treasure, no wonder Sword Slave is not your opponent......"

Wu Ming snorted: "The sword slave is dead, I will reunite you three house slaves underground as soon as possible." ”

Fu Nu's expression remained unchanged: "The sword slave was killed by you, and I saved a lot of things." I recognize the Shishen you use, you are the descendant of Senior Brother Zongyun?"

Wu Ming's heart moved slightly: "You are really the senior brother of Daoist Zongyun! It's a pity that you are from the same family, but your character is too different!"

Fu Nu sneered: "Zong Yun is not strong-minded, he was disheartened when he was driven down the mountain by his master, and he couldn't make a big deal!"

"You are not allowed to insult Lord Tai Changqing!"

Princess Chaoyun on the side couldn't help it, tore off the veil, and shouted at Fu Nu.

When Fu Nu saw Princess Chaoyun's face, he was slightly surprised: "You are Princess Chaoyun!

Princess Chaoyun looked at Fu Nu: "Fu Nu, you use the blood of the imperial brother to activate the big array, why do you want to involve the 100,000 army under the foot of the mountain into the landslide and kill tens of thousands of people at once, don't you feel guilty!"

"Guilt ......"

Fu Nu pondered for a moment, and then shook his head: "Why should I feel guilty, I am a monk, and I have ascended to immortality for myself, even if I slaughter the world and have corpses all over the field, what does it matter." ”

Princess Chaoyun frowned and looked at Fu Nu: "You are crazy!"

Fu Nu's expression was indifferent: "I'm not crazy, it's just that you don't understand." ”

Turning his head to look at Wu Ming, a trace of fanaticism appeared in Fu Nu's eyes: "Everyone is also a monk, you should be able to understand that in front of the Immortal Dao, everything else is insignificant!"

Wu Ming shook his head: "You can't become an immortal, you can only be a 'slave' in this life." ”

"Nonsense!"

Fu Nu's face showed great anger, he always stuck to the pride of being a monk, and Wu Ming's slave character stung him deeply.

"In the past, when I left Sumeru Palace, I once swore that if I didn't return to Sumeru Palace one day, I wouldn't show my true face, and I wouldn't mention my real name!"

With a stabbing sound, Fu Nu raised his hand and pulled it on his face, and actually pulled a flesh-colored talisman from his skin.

When the talisman left his body, Fu Nu's face suddenly swelled with convulsions, and then the bones around his body made a crisp sound, and the whole person slowly stood up straight, without a trace of hunchback.

At this moment, Fu Nu's face was no longer dead gray, but an old man with a red face, with a tall posture, quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

"Today, I can finally get back my Dao name-Zong Qing!"

Wu Ming was slightly surprised in his heart, after this Fu slave transformed, the momentum of the whole person seemed to have increased a lot, giving people a feeling that it was even more difficult to deal with than the sword slave.

However, he was shocked in his heart, and Wu Ming's mouth was still not idle: "Do you think you can wash your white face by changing your face, you will not be able to straighten your waist in your life if you kneel down once." ”

"Bastard!"

Fu Nu was furious, and took out a talisman from his arms: "This was originally intended for the sword slave, and since he is dead, it will be used against you." ”

"The four directions are revealed, and they are as urgent as the law!"

Fu Nu shouted, threw the talisman into the air, a golden light flashed, and a huge two-tailed scorpion four or five meters long appeared on the ground in the center of the hall, looking at Wu Ming with a pair of blood-red giant eyes, and let out a roar.

Wu Ming sighed, this two-tailed scorpion is obviously also a Shishen, and judging from this momentum, it has reached the level of a big demon.

"Awesome, fortunately, I prepared in advance. ”

Wu Ming stretched out his hand and took out a bag from his arms, on which was written a ghost character, which was the ghost character god given to him by the head of the sect cloud at the beginning.

"The four directions are revealed, and they are as urgent as the law!"

Wu Ming shouted the same mantra as Fu Nu and threw out the talisman in the bag.

A black light flashed, and suddenly there was a four- or five-meter-long demon in the field, with a green face and fangs, holding a huge stick, and his feet stepped on the ground, making a roar.

The Fu slave on the other side was suddenly shocked: "This is Zong Yun's ghost talisman! He actually handed over this talisman to you!"

Zong Yun and Zong Qing, the last disciples of Sumeru Palace, they inherited the divine powers of Sumeru Palace, and left each of them thirty years ago.

Perhaps there is a providence in the dark, and the two last heirs who left from Sumeru Palace, and now their respective Shikami, are about to have a life-and-death struggle in the main hall of Sumeru Palace.

The giant scorpion and the demon let out a roar one after another, and then, at the same time, they pounced forward, crashing into each other in the center of the main hall, making a loud bang!

The two giant beasts transformed by the gods immediately tore and became entangled, and for a while, the sand and rocks flew in the main hall, and the thundering mountains moved. The scorpion's twin tails continued to pierce out, like two huge spears, and the demon swung the giant stick in his hand and swept wildly, hitting the ground with a mountain sound.

Stopping the giant scorpion with a ghost character, Wu Ming looked at Fu Nu opposite, with a mocking expression: "Fu Nu, this scorpion is your most powerful method." ”

Fu Nu's face was gloomy, and his voice was cold: "Don't get carried away, don't forget, I have been cultivating in Sumeru Palace for thirty years, and I know everything here!"

"So what......

Wu Ming was halfway through speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look at Chaoyun behind him: "Be careful!"

As soon as Wu Ming's words fell, the floor of the entire hall suddenly divided into more than ten fast, and they flipped each other, and the giant scorpions and giant ghosts in the battle, Wu Ming, and Chaoyun in the rear were all turned into the ground under surprise.

"This hall is called the Demon Trap Temple, and it is a trap for Sumeru Palace to deal with foreign enemies. Below is a maze of extremely cold ground cracks, bottomless, full of magic circles and prohibitions, and according to legend, there are many monsters and ghosts. ”

Fu Nu stood at the edge of the hall, his left hand pressing a copper ring on one side of the wall, a cold smile on his face.

"You guys just take your time in the labyrinth below, I still have business to do. ”

With that, Fu Nu turned around and continued to walk towards the depths of the main hall, and after a few moments, he disappeared into the corridors.