Now that Yan Jun's tomb has been opened, it is too late to delay, since they have obtained Palet's consent, the two got up to say goodbye, before Ling Yun left, Palet suddenly handed over an object to Ling Yun, this thing turned out to be the mustard ruler of Master Ge Xuan.

Walking out of the small city, Ling Yun sacrificed the mustard ruler and rushed towards the direction of Ziqiu Ridge at a very fast speed, on the way, Feng Li couldn't help but praise Ling Yun's senior sister.

"Brother Yun's senior sister is not only beautiful, but the key can be seen that they all care about Brother Yun very much, and they don't know that Brother Yun is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes. ”

"The most impressive thing is that the palet girl, who is empathetic, but also a woman who does not let her eyebrows be shaved, and her bare strength is so strong that even many men are ashamed of themselves. ”

Ling Yun glanced at Feng Li angrily, thinking that this guy is a big young master, how can he be like he has never seen a woman, his eyes have been wandering on Senior Sister Palet in the restaurant, don't you look at Senior Sister, no, you can't let Senior Sister have too deep contact with him in the future

On the other side, when Ling Yun and Feng Li left, Xu Fei'er finally couldn't help but say to Hua Ping: "Sister Ying, even if you agree, let us follow, let the junior brother go to the Longtan Tiger's Den alone, can you rest assured?"

Palet glanced at Xu Fei'er lightly, shook her head lightly and said: "We have removed the drag on the junior brother, and it has no other effect, believe him, I have known him for so long, you should also know that the ice cave, Xu Gu did not kill him, and the junior brother Ji Ren has his own natural appearance, and he will be able to turn evil into good fortune." ”

"But"

"It's nothing, Fei'er, you have to remember that if you are really good for your junior brother, then you must respect his decision, support him wholeheartedly, and don't let him have any burden. ”

Palet's words suddenly choked Xu Fei'er, and after a long time, Xu Fei'er sighed lightly: "Senior sister is right, Fei'er is too young and angry." ”

The mustard ruler is worthy of being a top-level magic weapon, the speed is unimaginable, in just half a day, the two of them crossed a third of the land of Chongzhou, and they saw that in front of them was where Ziqiu Ridge was.

The front is steep and steep, the mountains and forests are dense, and it is somewhat similar to Beiqi, and no one would have imagined that this place where the trees are shady and the sun is not seen will be a tomb.

Outside the Ziqiu Ridge, Ling Yun stopped to breathe a little, the consumption of the mustard ruler on the true yuan was also very great, and it was not long after the two of them walked, the true yuan in Ling Yun's body had already bottomed out, fortunately, he prepared a few Yuan Dan on the road, and took it twice in a row, which was worthy of surviving for half a day.

After the true yuan in his body recovered, Ling Yun got up and glanced at Feng Li, and the two of them walked towards the depths of Ziqiu Ridge.

The reason why Ziqiu Ridge is named Ziqiu is actually because the mountain is overgrown with yew trees, which are usually the same as ordinary trees, but in autumn, the leaves will turn purple, and under the reflection of the sun, they will shine and look extremely beautiful.

As I went deeper, I gradually met a lot of pedestrians, most of them were some people who went together and wanted to go to Yanjun's tomb to try their chances, during which some people also stepped forward from time to time to pull Ling Yun and Feng Li into the gang, but they were rejected by the two one by one.

Some of the rejected gangs looked at Ling Yun and the two of them, and couldn't help but ridicule and ridicule, saying that it was up to the two of you, and if you went, you would be sent to death in vain, which was really ignorant of practice.

For these, Ling Yun and Feng immediately smiled, and naturally they would not come forward to reason with them.

After walking for a few hours, the number of people gradually increased, and the two continued to move forward, and finally came to the so-called place where the two armies faced each other.

Stopping, Ling Yun saw that on the opposite mountain, a large number of zombies were like soldiers, standing neatly, the mountains were full of ghosts crying wolves, black smoke rolling ghost fire, it was a floating spirit.

There is no need to think about it, most of the mountains on the opposite side are the territory occupied by the Corpse Chasing Sect and the Ghost Controlling Sect in the Demon Gate.

Seeing the scene in front of him like a group of demons dancing wildly, even if he saw Ling Yun with strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but sigh a few times.

On the other side of the mountain, the momentum of the righteous path did not fall behind at all, and there were many people on their side, and many of them had the brilliance of magic weapons flashing in their hands.

And those high monks rode spirit beasts under their seats, some of these spirit beasts had red flames in their eyes, some were surrounded by clouds and mist under their feet, some were carrying thunder, and some were exhaling cold air, which was very spectacular.

On the right path, the most conspicuous thing is the tripartite forces, on one side, everyone is wearing purple and gold robes, with a flame auspicious cloud pattern on their bodies, and a golden token pinned to their waists that they don't know how to use, the shape is a bit like the holy fire order in a novel that Ling Yun had read in his previous life.

Seeing Ling Yun looking at the group of people, Feng Li couldn't help but say: "This group of people is from Zixiao Palace, the local door of Chongzhou, the style of arrogance and domineering on weekdays, the stinky fart is very strong, the disciples in the door go down, and the elders in the door are unruly, and no one looks down on them on weekdays, and they look like Lao Tzu is the best in the world." ”

Ling Yun nodded, then pointed to a group of blue-clothed women on the side of Zixiao Palace and asked, "Who are they sacred?"

This group of women in blue is slender and beautiful, each holding musical instruments, including pipa, guzheng, old strings, willow flutes, etc., at first glance, it seems to be a beautiful and exquisite picture.

"That's the fairy of the Charm Pavilion, proficient in rhythm and soul suppression, very dangerous, and can take people's lives unconsciously, especially their range of sonic damage, which is enough to kill all the low-cultivation monks in the audience. ”

Listening to Feng Li's explanation, Ling Yun was relieved, and turned his gaze to the third group of people, this group of people, each with a Qingfeng long sword, they were wearing white shirts, their expressions were indifferent, but the sword intent between their eyebrows was awe-inspiring, and their bones were sharp, which couldn't help but make Ling Yun think of the senior brothers of Shushan in his previous life.

"They are from the Sword Sect, the best of the thirty-six sects, the Sword Cultivation Sect, all of them are poker faces, cold, known as being with the sword, compared to the upstart on the surface of Zixiao Palace, they are the pride in their bones, tsk, but their strength is not simple, sword cultivation is sword cultivation, and it is not a problem to have one enemy and two enemies in the same realm. ”

Feng Li seemed to have a great opinion on the arrogance of Zhengjianmen, but the envy and longing in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

As soon as he heard that it was the Zhengjian Gate, Ling Yun's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly remembered the Youlong in the Beiqi, and said that there was still a letter in his purple gold bell to be handed over to the Zhengjian Gate Youhong.

The demons are in a stalemate, and in the center of their confrontation is a valley in which five colorful stone pillars stand out, and the stone pillars surround a platform with intricate inscriptions.

"Could it be that this is the entrance to Yanjun's tomb?"

Ling Yun muttered in his heart.

"Huh!" Ling Yun was thinking, his eyes inadvertently swept over the other monk camps, and suddenly a familiar figure came into view, Ling Yun sighed lightly, he actually saw Changchunzi in the crowd.