Therefore, when he was dealing with some important matters, he blocked out all sounds.
Even if he completed his mission, he only withdrew contact with the outside world and completely ignored it all.
Zhan Wuji stepped out and appeared directly in a training room on the second floor.
At this time, many formations, restrictions and traps were arranged in this training room, but none of these could defeat Zhan Wuji.
He walked straight in and saw Si Hong and Qing Yan sitting cross-legged, eyes closed tightly, mana surging all over their bodies, breathing rapidly, still trying to refine the vast power of heavenly tribulation.
Zhan Wuji looked at her serious expression and nodded gently. She was now the one who had overcome the calamity.
Now, he only needs to completely digest the power of his inner demon, which is equivalent to surviving one more catastrophe!
But the calamity it endured has not been reduced by this.
In other words, if he can survive this catastrophe, after entering the Mahayana stage, his combat power will far exceed that of Mahayana warriors of the same level.
"Qiao Ciguang has refined the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. It seems that it will take some time for their injuries to recover."
"Eighty-one thunder tribulations, I can give it a try."
"This time, Qiao Ciguang's inner demons will probably be stolen by the system, right?
"Qiao Ciguang is now in the realm of returning to the virtual world. If he absorbs me to overcome the tribulation, the risk will not be that great."
"What's more, Qiao Ciguang is also protected by Senior Brother Kong Ming."
Thinking like this, Zhan Wuji's mind changed, and a clone that looked almost exactly like him was right next to him.
Subsequently, the replica's body began to undergo huge changes, and soon turned into Si Hong Qingyan's appearance.
Zhan Wuji pointed out, and the trajectory of the word "no return" appeared silently!
Coldness, loneliness, death... are coming.
The clone that was exactly the same as Si Hongqingyan was also walking in the direction of "No Return"!
Zhan Wuji lowered his arms, and the word "no return" disappeared simultaneously.
"Death" once said that if they want to come out of Yousu's tomb, "Kongmeng", Qiao Ciguang and Si Hongqingyan must take the path of "no return".
Now that "Kong Meng" and Qiao Ciguang have reached their own conditions, only Si Hong and Qingyan are left.
In this case, Zhan Wuji would use his own replica to complete the task for her.
In short, all he has to do is explain to the other two taboos.
What's more, those two taboos may not necessarily reveal the problem!
After doing this, Zhan Wuji took a look at the Chongming Sect and confirmed that Senior Sister Li, Si Hongmiaoli, Su Xirou, Hua Yiruan and others were all fine, and then nodded with satisfaction.
However, when he saw that the two ancestors "Fuqiong" and "Xinghen" were nowhere to be seen, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had asked the "Xinghen" ancestor before about overcoming the tribulation and knew what they were busy with these days.
However, without the ancestor, what went wrong with his lovers in the process of overcoming the tribulation?
With this thought, Zhan Wuji took a step forward, walked directly out of Yousu's tomb, and came to the sea.
"Elder Fuqiong, Elder Xinghen."
After finishing speaking, Zhan Wuji waited for a while, but heard the roaring waves and waves around him, but there was no response.
Seeing this scene, he did not hesitate. Two versions of himself emerged, one on the left and one on the right. These two clones immediately became the masters "Fuqiong" and "Xinghen".
Zhan Wuji said softly: "Two of them are Elder Fuqiong, and one is Elder Xinghen."
The two clones next to them said in unison: "What's the matter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Wuji looked in the direction of Qingyao Mountain.
His sight passed through mountains and rivers, passing through layers of obstacles, and he immediately saw the deepest part of Yuyuan. A towering giant tree reached into the sky, with countless dark green silk threads hanging from the crown of the tree. On each vine, there was a Eyes with malicious intent opened out from the tumors one after another. That terrifying and chaotic power is like all evil, all disasters, all fears, all tyranny, all depravity... in the world.
As soon as Zhan Wuji saw the tree, the tree seemed to sense something. All the dark green threads swayed together, and countless eyes turned their heads to stare at him.
Zhan Wuji's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately activated the two clones in his body and disappeared.
The next moment, a magnificent gate emerged from the space in front of him, carrying endless curse power!
Zhan Wuji raised his feet and walked in.
When his figure disappeared into the door, the cursed door also disappeared.
On the originally calm sea, huge waves suddenly set off, and the sound of rushing water spread in all directions. Countless sea people fled in panic, and huge ripples surged, forming deep pits one after another. .
The ancient smell was extremely strong. On the branches, pairs of cold eyes were staring at them coldly.
Evil, chaos, tyranny, evil...
The vast plains have turned into rugged hills.
There are traces of potholes everywhere on the ground.
On this dry land, wisps of green smoke rise into the sky, rising into the sky.
There are cracks like spider webs. In these cracks, chaotic power occasionally overflows, tearing the surrounding space apart, giving people a twisted feeling.
The "terrible" body has been buried in a bottomless pit. A big hole appeared on the chest. There was dark green liquid in the hole, and the blood inside had turned green, turned green. .
There was no trace of integrity in his whole body, his breathing was disordered, and he struggled to climb out of the hole.
"Ying Meng" had a pale face and was half-kneeling on the ground. His back was covered with dark green silk threads, which firmly fixed him to the ground. And those silk threads seemed to have come to life one by one, sticky and cold. Constantly corroding his body.
The "Liao Xie" man stood in the air, his leather coat rustling and spotless, but his waist was missing.
Only countless roots remain. Each root is closely connected with the "burning", as if it is an innate half. Its roots penetrate deeply into the ground and hold it up, as if it is holding a ceremony. There was a sacrifice, and its roots made a "gurgling" sound and flowed towards the ground.
The "Liao Xie" ancestor was lifted up in the air, and the snake and python in his eyes had disappeared. There was no longer any life left, and he had been dead for a long time!
"Xinghen" was lying on a bloody ground. Around him, there were white bones everywhere, like a carpet of bones. However, these bones had become dim and some had turned into ashes.
Dark green silk threads emerged from the cracks in the bones, and wrapped around the white bones crazily, absorbing all the nutrients.
The threads were intertwined together, like a huge spider web, winding towards "Star Hatred".
