"This feeling ......"

"Hmm, what do you feel?" The fat man heard this, and moved his nose from time to time during the rapid flight, or listened attentively and perceived carefully, but there was nothing else in his ears except the cold sound of the wind, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Yang Xuan's words like this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I don't know ......" Yang Xuan looked suspicious, in fact, in addition to this mysterious and mysterious feeling, what made him realize even more was that it was the mortal dust pen that couldn't stop shaking in the Sumeru ring.

Since Yang Xuan got it, this thing has hardly moved like this, and this is the first time that it has happened.

In the perception, there is no longer the breath of Youruo and the others, the two of them are just walking in the general direction that they still remember, and now this strange feeling lingers in Yang Xuan's heart, with the movement of the Fanchen pen, there is no need to worry about the direction.

"Go this way" Yang Xuan snorted softly, his figure instantly sped several times faster, and he left the fat man behind in an instant.

"Damn, what are you doing so fast, the fat man hasn't eaten yet......" finally said so, helplessly sped up, followed closely behind him, seeing that his expression was extremely solemn, there was a hint of urgency in his eyes, and he stopped making a sound at the moment, and hurried silently.

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Shenguang Dynasty, Chongwu Gate

A one-armed young man, with a cold face, stood on the top of the back mountain, looking at a touch of gloom in the distance, and was silent for a long time.

Next to him, there was an old man who looked like he was in the age of a sixtieth birthday, his gray hair was not taken care of, and he was draped on his shoulders and chest, and with his vigorous spirit, he did not look sloppy.

After a while, the one-armed young man pointed to the shadow in the distance with one hand, and his voice was indifferent, "Where is that?"

"There?...... It's just a place on the edge of the divine light, looking like this, it seems to be quite powerful."

There was a brief silence in the room, and the young man spoke again, "I want to go"

"You can't"

The young man was silent, as if he had thought of something, his expression was neither sad nor joyful, as if he was born with a cold look, he habitually touched the handle of the long knife hanging from his waist, walked to the stone platform behind him without saying a word, and sat cross-legged.

In an instant, a strong and domineering aura rose up, swirling around his body, and the sheathed long knife on the young man's side trembled slightly, humming incessantly.

Seeing this, the old man sighed faintly, looked at the shadow in the distance of the sky again, and thought in his heart:

"Bu Feng, Shen Fusheng of the Sword Xuange, only your current sword intent can still be perfectly restrained against him, the old man is already seriously injured, and he will soon be gone, this huge heavy martial arts sect, thousands of disciples, still need you to protect. ”

"I'm sorry for you, child, just let the old man be willful this time"

Sighing, the old man turned his head, his eyes fell on the Qionglou Hall not far away, the prosperity and solemnity of the past are no longer there, looking around, it is full of messes, and the disciples are all disabled and sick.

In the crowd, there was a thin figure wandering back and forth, bandaging the wounds of the same door and taking healing pills, and his not very beautiful face flashed a trace of unbearability and resentment from time to time.

After going through ups and downs, but still bright eyes, he looked at this ruined wall with great attention, and seemed to be muttering something.

was close, but could only hear her repeatedly chanting a name, "Yang Xuan......"

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It was nearly noon, and the land on the edge of the divine light was still the kind of treacherous gloom that was so depressed that it could make people go crazy, and a group of seven people formed two teams distinctly, lined up on both sides, not disturbing each other, quietly waiting for the moment to come.

After a while, the sound of breaking the sky sounded again in the field.

Everyone's expressions changed in unison, at this moment, if an ordinary monk came here, it would be fine, cannon fodder, but if a monk with the realm of creation arrived, it would inevitably become an existence that was enough to change the situation of the battle.

"Who is it?"

"Boom ......" The golden and blue light suddenly appeared, and immediately dissipated, and there were two figures, one fat and one thin, standing quietly in the field, all of whom were acquaintances, it was Yang Xuan and the fat man, Wu Sisan.

At this moment, the two of them were looking at the strange ancient city in the sky above with solemn faces, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Yang Xuan, why are you here?"

Almost at the same time, Fang Fei'er and Youruo said this sentence together, as soon as the words fell, they held back in embarrassment, and glanced at each other, both of them saw an inexplicable emotion in each other's eyes, which was quite strange.

As a person from Wangtian Palace, she has long heard of the Nightmare Ghost Palace, and her disciples are caught in it, and there are even more people who are unknown in life and death, all of which means that this is by no means a good place, and there is no chance to go against the sky, and this trip is just to find those fellow disciples, even if it is a corpse.

But Fang Fei'er's heart was much more complicated, she knew what this ghost palace meant, and she also knew that the supreme treasure in it was inextricably linked with him, but the lord of the clan had an order, and she couldn't help but obey it......

But at this moment, the words spoken by the two at the same time had an inexplicable charming atmosphere, Yuemei was stunned, the fat man was stunned, and the two little girls behind Fang Fei'er were also stunned, not to mention the two young monks who were also from Wangtian Palace.

However, Yang Xuan, as the main master, didn't seem to notice it, or rather, at this time, he no longer cared about this, he just hummed softly, and his eyes kept falling on the ghost palace in the sky, frowning.

"What a strange feeling" came to this somewhat familiar place, the mortal dust pen in the Sumeru ring fell silent, and the pitch-black and inky halo circulating in the void seemed to isolate something, making people unclear, and it also isolated the unknown grade of the mortal dust pen and other gods from that connection.

"What is this?" Yang Xuan raised his hand and pointed to the magnificent but treacherous ancient city, and said lightly.

There was silence in the field for a long time, but no one answered, Yuemei sighed lightly, "Ghost Palace, Netherworld Ghost Palace......"

Yang Xuan was silent, as if he had come back to his senses, the blank look in his eyes flashed, and he looked at the current situation blankly, as if he was surprised by the existence of Fang Fei'er and Youruo.

After a short period of astonishment, he nodded slightly embarrassed at Yuemei, and said, "Elder Yuemei, here...... Forehead ......"

In an instant, the mutation suddenly appeared, between the already dark and inexplicable heaven and earth, abruptly covered with a black light like a curtain, covering the sky and the sun, the faint silver light that flickered from time to time in the ghost palace seemed to have completely disappeared, only to hear bursts of ghost-like wails resounding, and a strange and calm atmosphere was permeated in the field.

"The Ghost Palace Barricade is gone, let's go"

Yue Mei couldn't greet him, and with a wave of her hand, the four people on the side of the Wangtian Palace immediately rose to the sky and went straight to the magnificent ghost palace in mid-air.

On the other side, Fang Fei'er glanced at Yang Xuan meaningfully, her face suddenly turned cold, "Let's go too" After saying that, the three of them also flew away, and their figures did not fall much.

The fat man's face was also full of solemnity at the moment, for some reason, for this eerie and strange place, a sense of familiarity inexplicably emerged in his heart, but it was difficult to understand what Yang Xuan's so-called strange feeling was different from his.

"We ......"

"Let's go!" With a neat snort, Yang Xuan's figure instantly rose into the air, and the fat man was helpless, and he also followed behind him, and for a while, in the thick darkness, several bright and shining lights were crossed, which looked extremely chic.

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The closer you get to the ghost palace, the more you can feel the kind of depression that is almost suffocating.

On the surface, it seems that everything in front of me that was originally carved and painted and resplendent is covered with a shuddering darkness, and there is not a single living creature that can move, and the incomparably huge area is a little cold and terrifying.

The figure landed on this floating land, and this eerie feeling became more and more obvious, so obvious that everyone's every move was extremely careful, the weapon was unsheathed, and the true yuan turned sharply in order to deal with the unknown danger.

Yang Xuan's mortal pen and the fat man's Qiankun abacus have been manipulated and held in their hands, and they are also treated solemnly.

"Huh?" Just when Jin Mang Yicai's mortal dust pen appeared, Yuemei frowned in surprise, and her eyes involuntarily fell on it, to be honest, except for the surprising appearance, this thing is nothing special, but it is the faint breath that seems to be nothing, which makes her realize that something is wrong.

Previously, in the Cloud Desolate Tower Fight, Yuemei had also seen Yang Xuan use it, but at that time, she was only amazed by the power of this huge pen in her hand, and she didn't think about it at all, and now the darkness and the little silver breath that once flickered in this ghost palace have become completely different again.

A hint of complexity flashed in Fang Fei'er's eyes, but it was well concealed.

Yang Xuan didn't seem to notice these details, he just looked at everything here with a solemn face, there was a rather magnificent hall in the center, and the faint silver light was radiating from here.

"We ...... Are you going straight there?"

A disciple of Wangtian Palace said in a slightly trembling voice, the hand holding the sword was extremely strong, and the knuckles were white, and the whole person was extremely nervous. The little girl behind the two Fang Fei'er had already grabbed her arm, and her little face was full of fear.

Yuemei lowered her voice and responded, and all around everyone were a continuous house, all of which were dark and full of evil, but the scene was extremely silent, like a ghostly ghost, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, a terrifying sound suddenly sounded in the slightly empty place, like a terrible ghost crying out for grievances, and like a ghast soul talking hatred, terrifying and abnormal.

"There is a situation, be careful" hummed constantly, which was the sound of the sword weapon shaking the air.

Yuemei's voice exited, and the originally quiet house suddenly had a vision, and the stillness of the pitch seemed to have life, rising up, and a pair of scarlet points of light like blood beads lit up in the void, hideous and terrifying.

Yang Xuan's eyes widened, his whole body trembled suddenly, his expression was extremely shocked, this scene was very familiar to him, the Cloud Desolation Dynasty, outside Yanyun City, the treacherous ghost forest, among them were these things.

"Yang Xuan?"

"It's ...... Soul-stricken?"