Outside Xiaowu City, all the teammates were found, and they all survived, except for the stupid bear spirit who was loyal to him.

The sunset gradually dissipated with the wind on the horizon, and the night hit the hillside, and a bright moon hung in the sky.

"Stupid bear, where are you?"

The feeling of helplessness of losing a teammate hit and made Zuo Fengchen feel lonely.

"Why don't you summon the profiteers and ask?"

The computer man also seemed to feel the sadness of the owner, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"That's right! Summon profiteers!"

Zuo Fengchen threw out a gold coin, and under the moonlight, a person walked in the woods, he was wearing a black robe, his head was bowed, and others would never be able to see his true face.

"Dear friend, you ......"

"Less nonsense, where's the stupid bear spirit?"

"Well, this one!"

"Speak quickly!"

"He's in the underworld, not in the human world!"

"What, he, he's dead?"

Zuo Fengchen's heart ached, why? Why didn't anyone else die, he died!

"He didn't die, he was captured by the Devil-Faced Monk and taken to the underworld to fight. ”

"You, why didn't you say it earlier, you scared me to death!"

"And how do you get to the underworld?"

Qingwan next to him couldn't help but ask.

"Well, you're asking the right person, you need to open the door of the underworld to go to the underworld, and no one can open the abyss realm except for the ghost sect, but ......"

"But what?"

Zuo Fengchen couldn't help but ask, this guy is getting more and more underwhelmed now, and he always talks about half stopping and half stopping, which makes people anxious!

"The Wuwei Sword in your hand can cut through the void, maybe it can cut through the gate of the underworld!"

After the mysterious merchant finished speaking, he pointed to the Wuwei Sword in Qingwan's hand, Qingwan pulled out the Wuwei Sword, and the Wuwei Sword made a burst of sounds.

"How do you scratch it?"

"Great mana can only be broken!"

"Then you come to break through the gates of the underworld!"

Zuo Fengchen sent the sword to the mysterious merchant, and the mysterious merchant shook his head, he is a plug-in program, he can't kill people here.

"I can't, but you can!"

After speaking, the mysterious merchant pointed at Qingwan again.

"Ding Dong, defeat Xiao Wu Taishou and win the championship of the Demon Suppression Ceremony. ”

"Ding Dong, if you can make a good sentence that has been passed down through the ages, you can get the quasi-jinshi level through the assessment!"

Suddenly, there were two dingdong sounds in his head, which made Zuo Fengchen really surprised, when did he participate in the Demon Suppression Ceremony?

"I didn't participate, how did I win the championship?"

Zuo Fengchen couldn't help but ask the computer man, and the computer man hurriedly explained: "The strongest person to participate in the Demon Suppression Ceremony this time is Xiao Wucheng Taishou, if you defeat him, it is equivalent to winning the championship." If you don't hurry up and compose a poem, otherwise you won't be able to lift the seal for Qingwan, and if he can't get the will of the Xianghu King, he won't be able to cut through the gate of the underworld. ”

"I'll go, actually, it's all a routine!"

Alas, since ancient times, affection can't be retained, only routines can win people's hearts!

"Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. ”

For some reason, Zuo Fengchen looked at the sunset that had just passed, and he couldn't help but think of a poem, a good sentence is made by nature, it is a good hand, it is clumsy, and it can only be obtained by plagiarism.

"Good verse!"

Zuo Fengchen looked into the distance, under the moonlight, the mountains were stacked, and the night was also hidden in a piece of silver moonlight.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the player for impressing the Immortal Stone and obtaining the quasi-jinshi level!"

After the computer man dingdong, a colorful auspicious cloud wrapped a holy object, and the holy object flew to the sky of Xiaowucheng, making the night colorful in the colorful world.

Many people, thousands of soldiers, thousands of monks, poured out of the city, and they fought and killed all the way to the outside of the city, and a fire broke out in the city, and the prosperous little black city was reduced to ashes in this fire.

"Look, that man is about to soar!"

"Wow, it's the first time I've seen someone ascend!"

"That Caixia is so beautiful!"

"Doesn't Ascension need to survive the Thunder Tribulation?"

"Where's the Thunder Tribulation?"

Discussion abounded.

The colorful glow sprinkled on Zuo Fengchen's body, and he was like a god, shocking the thousands of generals in Xiaowucheng like this.

"I'll go, and nothing will change!"

The glow dissipated, the night came, Zuo Fengchen was still standing outside the city, he moved his muscles and bones, and it seemed that there was no change from before he was promoted to Jinshi.

Could it be that the Confucianism and Taoism I cultivate are different from theirs?

"Brother-in-law, you, why didn't you go to heaven?"

Mo Langxi, who had been resting on the ground for a while, opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Fengchen like this, Zuo Fengchen couldn't help but kick over: "Why don't you go to heaven?"

"Awaken the inheritance of the Fragrant Fox King, see the door in the darkness, and cut it open!"

More and more people escaped from the city, and the mysterious merchant turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed.

"I don't even want money!"

"Stupid, our money is stored in him, and he will deduct it directly!"

Zuo Fengchen muttered to himself, not thinking about how Han Feizi suddenly appeared. Zuo Fengchen didn't want to argue with him, so he hurriedly turned on the summoning system and lifted the seal of Qingyun Academy on Qingjuan's body.

"Ding Dong, the lifting is complete, Qingwan has the charm of the Xianghu King, if you want to completely lift the seal, you need to retrieve the drunken sword. ”

After the computer man finished speaking, Zuo Fengchen knew that his uncomfortable moment was coming. Sure enough, this time was no exception, with a dizziness on his head, as if he was drunk, Zuo Fengchen staggered and fell to the ground.

With a splitting headache and a tight hoop on his head, Zuo Fengchen suddenly thought of the monkey on the road to the west.

A silver moonlight sprinkled on Qingwan's body, and she looked so beautiful in a red dress.

The wind blew her long black hair, blowing her long skirt, Qingwan closed her eyes, and she seemed to feel the aura from all directions.

The aura was like the waves of the sea, rushing towards her.

Qingwan opened her arms to meet the tide-like aura, and suddenly when she opened her eyes, a red light rippled around like a wave, and everyone couldn't help but take a step back.

"Slaughter, no one will be captivated by your face!"

Heaven and earth roared, and Qingwan pulled out the Wuwei Sword, and the power of the sword suddenly burst out was greater than all she had imagined.

The twist of time and space, the light sound of the Wuwei sword, this sword slashed, and a hole suddenly appeared in front of him, and endless dark qi came out of the hole, and the dark qi rushed and blew on Qingjuan's body, Qingwan was blown up, and fell heavily to the ground.

"This, is this really the wind from hell?"

I don't know why, Han Feizi suddenly became excited like a child, and he walked towards the gate of hell in the black hole step by step.

The gates of hell carried the wind of hell's wrath and blew on the trees, and the trees withered and blew on the people, and a white bone slipped to the ground.

"Don't pass, that's the wind of death!"

Zuo Fengchen shouted Han Feizi, he didn't want Han Feizi to laugh, as if he had lost his mind, Zuo Fengchen wanted to pull him, but he was already walking in the wind of hell.