Click! Click!
In a room made of sand, the firelight flickered on the sand walls, and the crisp sound of broken bones echoed.
Five straight-up step-like sand ladders connect to a ten-foot-high platform, and each sand ladder is crowded with blood ants.
A large bronze tripod with three legs and round hooves is placed on a high platform. The tripod has a round mouth, two erect ears, and a deep belly. The outside of the tripod is engraved with exquisite and complex patterns.
Under the big cauldron, raging fire was baking the bottom of the cauldron, but the burning thing was not firewood, but gloomy white bones.
Gulu! Gulu!
In the cauldron, red oil boiled, bright red bubbles emerged one after another, shattered, and a small amount of gas floated out.
Above the cauldron, a milky-white sword hilt hung, absorbing all the floating gas, and the shape of the sword began to slowly reveal itself.
On one side of the cauldron, a ten-story sand ladder is level with the mouth of the cauldron. Blood ants climb up the sand ladder to the mouth of the cauldron and jump into the boiling red oil regardless of life or death.
Obviously, the red oil in the cauldron is the blood of blood ants. It is hard to imagine how many blood ants it would take to fill up the inside of a round cauldron that is three feet high and two feet wide.
The most important thing is that the blood ants that leap into the cauldron have their own realm, and they are all blood ants in the forming stage.
Compared with ordinary blood ants, they don't know how many years they have to practice before they can reach their current state. They are all elites among blood ants, but in the end, they only end up making swords with their bodies.
Of course, there is no other way. They feel the danger. In order to prevent genocide, they must build an unstoppable sword that can obliterate everything to destroy powerful enemies.
Even if they use all the blood ants in their formative stage to make swords, they will never flinch, because someone has already forced them to a dead end.
Outside the recluse, Qiong Wenhuan, Xian Qingfeng, Feijie and Wuwei stood in pairs on both sides of the recluse, while Doukui stood in front of the recluse.
Before the divine sword is forged, their mission is to guard this door and no one is allowed to enter.
another place
"Hufufu..." Zhufeng spread his limbs and lay on his back on the sand, breathing heavily.
He carried Zi Yang on his back and hid in Tibet. He encountered countless disciples from Sanwang Palace along the way. He finally got rid of them, so he naturally wanted to take a good rest.
Zi Yang sat next to him and said, "There are more and more people in Sanwang Palace. I don't know how Pei Yuan and the others are doing now."
Gudong! Gudong!
Zhufeng slid his throat and drank a few sips of wine. He then wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand and gasped, "Don't worry about them first. Think about us first."
"There are so many people in Sanwang Palace. If they guard outside the Tsar City, it will be difficult for us to enter."
After saying that, he waved his right hand, picked up the wine bottle on the ground, and drank heavily.
After hearing what he said, Zi Yang said helplessly: "They don't listen to me. It's useless for you to tell me. Even if we are guarding outside the Tsar City, we have to find a way to get in."
"Huh?!" Zhufeng sat up suddenly, stared at Ziyang with his eyes, and said seriously: "No! No! You are wrong."
Zi Yang frowned slightly, spread his hands, and said with confusion on his face: "What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong?"
Zhufeng held the wine bottle in his hand, moved his buttocks with one hand on the ground, leaned towards him, and said mysteriously: "You may not know yet, but when you were unconscious, I was carrying you on my back to escape. Guess who I saw?" Already?"
"Who is it?"
"Xiao Yuying!"
"It's her." Zi Yang's face changed slightly, and he immediately turned around, with his back to Zhufeng, and said angrily: "I don't want to hear about her, so don't tell me either."
Xiao Yuying severely injured Hua Yao for no reason. He would never forget this incident. At this moment, he felt angry when he heard the name.
If he hadn't asked Xuan Yi, he wouldn't have believed that it was her who beat Hua Yao. Who would have thought that the seemingly lively and cute girl could have such a vicious heart.
Relying on her prominent background, she used cruel methods to seriously injure anyone she saw on the street if she didn't like her. The injured girl he and Pei Yuan met in the Zhuliu Mountains should also be her "masterpiece".
Zi Yang wouldn't associate with such a person, and he didn't want to see her. He didn't even want to hear anything about her.
Seeing that he was angry, Zhufeng explained carefully: "Zi Yang, don't be angry yet. Listen to what I have to say."
Zi Yang said sternly: "No need to talk anymore! I have already told you that I don't want to hear about her."
Zhufeng also knew what Xiao Yuying did to Huayao. After hearing Ziyang's impatient voice, he stopped talking.
Originally, his plan was to ask Ziyang to find Xiao Yuying. Anyway, she was pretty good to Ziyang.
Now it seemed that he was overthinking it. Let alone asking Ziyang to find Xiao Yuying, he didn't even want to hear the name. If he wanted him to find her, he would have to wait until the sun came out from the west.
In other words, if Hua Yao were replaced by the woman he likes, he would be equally disgusted with Xiao Yuying, even more disgusted than Zi Yang now.
Zhufeng saw that he really couldn't listen anymore, so he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, okay, okay, no more, no more."
Tap tap tap! Tap tap tap!
There was a rush of footsteps behind the two of them, and they saw five Sanwang Palace disciples heading straight towards them.
"Why are you here again!" Ziyang didn't look back and knew the identity of the person behind him.
He was already angry, but now the people from Sanwang Palace were chasing after him again. It was conceivable that the anger in his heart had reached an uncontrollable level.
Zhufeng's eyes were staring at the five Sanwang Palace disciples who were walking towards him. He smiled casually and did not choose to take Ziyang to escape immediately.
Zi Yang looked at the smiling Zhufeng and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you laughing?"
Zhufeng put away the wine bottle in his hand, stood up with a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's just that there are a few reckless people on their way, so I reluctantly went to give them a ride."
There are five disciples of Sanwang Palace, three of them are in the eighth realm of airflow and two are in the ninth realm of airflow. It is not difficult for Zhufeng, who has the divine weapons of Fengshen Palace, to deal with them.
"Wait! I was worried that I couldn't find a way to break through the four realms of Qi Flow, so these five people came to my door automatically." Zi Yang said to Zhu Feng: "You rest first and give them to me. "
With that said, he walked over slowly.
Although Zi Yang is only one step away from the fourth realm of Qi Liu, he is still in the third realm of Qi Liu. Zhufeng was worried about his safety and slightly questioned: "Zi Yang, can you do it? Don't be brave."
Zi Yang stopped, turned to him and smiled: "A man, you can't say you can't do it."
Zhufeng opened his mouth slightly and looked slightly stunned, obviously not understanding what he meant.
Zi Yang raised his arms and said with some narcissism: "Especially for a man as strong as me, he can't say that he is not good."
Zhufeng was amused by his words. Ziyang's thunder pupils opened, and lightning surged in his palms, heading straight for the disciples of Sanwang Hall.
In the blink of an eye, Zhufeng heard three screams, followed by two dull sounds. In just a few breaths, five Sanwang Palace disciples lay on the sand, and Ziyang's realm It has also reached the four realms of airflow.
"Oh my God! Is this true?" Zhufeng looked at Ziyang who was walking towards him. He quickly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. After confirming that he had seen it correctly, he was suddenly shocked.
You know, although the realms of the few people in Sanwang Palace are not high, it depends on who the opponent is. Ziyang killed them all in an understatement with his cultivation level in the third realm of Qi Liu. His strength was a bit too terrifying.
However, when he was in the mine, he was able to cross realms and fight Jue Cheng who owned the Fengshen Palace. Now, it seems reasonable for him to kill five disciples of the Sanwang Palace in an instant.
Ghost Gate Spirit Clan Camp
Through the unremitting efforts of the disciples of the two sects, a huge collapsed pit appeared in front of everyone.
Not long after, footsteps were heard from under the dark pit. It was Qiliang who came up the steps under the pit with several disciples of the Ghost Sect.
Qilong, who was standing outside the pit, shouted to him: "Qiliang, how are you? Have you found any traces of blood ants down there?"
Snap!
Qi Liang pulled out the folding fan from the jade belt, waved it gently, and replied loudly: "It's okay Qi Long, we have found traces of blood ants moving down there."
Lu Yu asked: "How wide is the road below? How many people can walk together?"
Qiliang walked out of the pit and said, "Don't worry, the road is very wide. It's not a problem for three or four people to walk side by side."
Jia Juesheng asked: "What's the height?"
Qiliang replied: "More than one foot."
"Okay!" Qi Long nodded and looked at Lu Yu, saying: "My disciples from the Ghost Sect will open the way in front. What do you think?"
Lu Yu paused, and just about to speak, Qi Liang took the lead and said: "Qilong, how about this, you lead half of the disciples with ancient corpses to follow Jia Juesheng, Pei Yuan and the others will open the way in front, I will lead the other half of the disciples and Lu Yudian is relatively safe this way."
"That's fine. Let the disciples whose ancient corpses have been destroyed and the spiritual disciples walk in the middle. This is also a kind of protection for them." Qi Long agreed directly without thinking.
Lu Yu was grateful, but also a little embarrassed to say: "Isn't this not good?"
The disciples of the Ghost Sect and the disciples of the Spirit Clan are both human beings, and the two sides are in an alliance. This makes it somewhat unreasonable for the disciples of one side to protect the people of the other side.
Also, it is unknown how dangerous the blood ant nest is. The people walking at the front and the people walking at the back are undoubtedly the most dangerous.
Qiliang's proposal was very considerate of the people of the Spiritual Clan. He was worried that the Ghost Sect disciples would be dissatisfied. In order to balance the psychology of the two sect disciples, he spoke out and wanted them to consider it again.
"There's nothing wrong with it." Qi Liang also knew his concerns, but it was indeed not good to let the Spirit Clan disciples go in front, so he rejected him outright.
"I'm going to take the first step." Qilong was afraid of what Lu Yu would say, so he didn't give Lu Yu a chance to speak.
After saying that, he led the disciples of the Ghost Sect down the pit first, with Jia Juesheng and others following behind him.
Soon, the two sect disciples walked down the pit one after another, and there was no one left on the sand.
