Nine Hundred and Fifty One. There Is a Big Gift at the Door

Staying in the front hall, you need to keep an eye on the incense table all the time, and you can't be distracted from practicing martial arts, so Ah Hu feels very bored.

But the seemingly carefree man can always distinguish the priorities when it comes to business.

Although bored, Ah Hu still focused on the incense case.

After an unknown amount of time, the yellow scarf and red talisman on the incense case suddenly changed.

The runes written with cinnabar seemed to come alive, twisting and trembling non-stop.

Ah Hu, who had been instructed by Yan Zhaoge, distinguished the changes in the runes, and immediately understood that this was another attempt to enter Zongyuan Temple.

Although he didn't know who the visitor was, Ah Hu was not in the mood to meet them.

Anyway, he won't be from Guangcheng mountain people.

So he smiled and adjusted the runes written by the yellow scarf and vermilion talisman according to Yan Zhaoge's teaching.

During the change of the runes, auras of auras flickered and interweaved in mid-air, revealing many mysteries and mysteries.

There seems to be no change in the hall, but those who try to come in from outside will be in big trouble.

After Yan Zhaoge and the three-legged mountain warrior, the number of people who arrived at Zongyuan Temple was not many, but all of them had extraordinary skills.

Amid the phoenix cries, several fire phoenixes passed through the courtyard and flew directly towards the main entrance of the main hall.

Entering the main entrance, the scene before their eyes changed.

Several people stopped in their tracks one after another, revealing their real bodies.

The two leaders were a middle-aged man in his forties, and a young man in his twenties.

The young man has a handsome appearance, but there is a bit of coldness and sharpness in his eyes.

Surprisingly, it is the son of the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, "Prince Phoenix" Zhuang Zhaohui.

At this moment, he is full of real energy, and his aura is orderly, as if there are light spots shining on his body, like a sea of ​​stars in the sky.

And these light spots seem to be operating stably with their own unique laws.

As the son of the Supreme Being in the South and a well-known rising star in the world, Zhuang Zhaohui has not wasted time in these years. When he came to the Huangjia Sea in the southeast Yangtian Realm to look for the Phoenix bone six years ago, he was still a god of martial arts. fairy bridge.

In the past, when the martial saint was at the sixth level and the later stage of seeing the gods, Zhuang Zhaohui dared to fight the martial saint of Xianqiao head-on.

Now that he has climbed to Xianqiao by himself, his strength has steadily risen to a higher level.

Don't face people like Shanglong Hanhua, Sheng Lingzi, and Zeng Mo, Zhuang Zhaohui can fight most of the strong people in the eighth level of martial arts.

Compared with six years ago, Zhuang Zhaohui's appearance at this time has not changed much, but his eyes are more cold and calm.

When he searched for the phoenix bone in Qingzhou, Huangjia Seaview, but stumbled, it was Zhuang Zhaohui's rare and huge setback in his life.

Afterwards, the Southern Yantian Realm and the Southeast Yangtian Realm finally fought. Although they took advantage of it at first, they still failed to achieve their goals and had no choice but to retreat.

Whether the phoenix true-shaped scroll can be improved to a higher level, and whether the five virtues can be complete, is of great importance.

For Zhuang Shen, the Supreme Being of the South, that might be an opportunity for him to go one step further and push open the fairy gate.

Even if he can't ascend to the fairyland, his strength can be improved by leaps and bounds.

For the entire Wutongpo faction of Fengyi Mountain, it will also be greatly improved.

Not only the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen has been thinking about it, Zhuang Zhaohui is also thinking about it.

However, it is not easy to defeat the Jinting Mountain in the southeast Yangtian Realm, and it requires many aspects of planning.

The more power and treasures in all aspects, the better.

A disciple of Wutongpo muttered to himself: "Is it the direct descendant of Taiqing? Speaking of which, Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain are also descended from Taiqing."

Zhuang Zhaohui said slowly: "So, to us, this Fangdongfu is more valuable and unusual."

Someone next to him said bitterly: "One day, the Jinting Mountain will definitely be destroyed."

"Besides Jinting Mountain, there are several factions in the Southeast Yangtian Realm, which are also extremely hateful."

"Especially that Guangcheng Mountain, but a second-rate sect born from one of the lower realms, is it worthy of the name of Daomen Dongyue?"

The disciple of Wutongpo let out a foul breath: "It is only thanks to the protection of Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain that it can exist until today, but it flies around like an annoying fly.

Repeatedly ruining the good deeds of the school, and even daring to kill the disciples of the school, indestructible is not enough to calm the hatred in the heart! "

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhaohui's already cold eyes became more piercing: "It's not easy to destroy Jinting Mountain. If you can injure it severely and force it to hand over the phoenix bone, it will be considered a success."

"Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain can't stand out, so it's easy to destroy Guangcheng Mountain."

He recalled the conversation with his father, the Southern Supreme Master Zhuang Shen.

"Could it be that the immortal soldiers left behind by Emperor Youming became his amulets?" Zhuang Zhaohui was quite upset at that time.

"It's okay to kill Yanzhaoge and destroy Guangcheng Mountain, but don't take that fairy soldier." Zhuang Shen was very calm: "But before that, Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain are the first to face. The problem."

Zhuang Zhaohui withdrew his mind and looked at Zong Yuanguan in front of him with a solemn expression.

"This half of the whisk came into our hands for no reason and helped us in, but I don't know who did it." Another disciple of Wutongpo muttered.

The middle-aged man next to Zhuang Zhaohui is an old man from Wutongpo, the younger brother of Zhuang Shen, the Southern Supreme, and his cultivation level is even higher than that of Zhuang Zhaohui.

He said lightly: "Just be more vigilant, but don't mess yourself up."

"Yes, uncle." Zhuang Zhaohui and others followed the middle-aged man and walked forward together.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, terrifying yellow sand suddenly rose in the void!

The death storm reappeared, engulfing all the Wutongpo people who had just entered the hall.

Exploring into the caves of the predecessors, it is common to encounter guardian restrictions.

It's just that it's banned here, so it's extremely powerful!

The middle-aged man's cultivation at the eighth level of the Martial Saint Realm, while manifesting the thick soil of merit and virtue, and the body protection of the purple light of blessing, felt a little unbearable.

Fortunately, the high-grade holy weapon he carried with him was a piece of protective armor. He focused on defense, combined with the five virtues and true meaning of the phoenix true form scroll, so that he could barely resist, but it was difficult to move an inch for a while.

Although Zhuang Zhaohui's strength was not bad, he was almost blown away at this time.

The terrifying yellow sand, pure destructive power, is almost comparable to the attack of a strong person in the ninth level of martial arts!

As soon as Zhuang Zhaohui met, he was almost beaten into a sieve.

His high-grade holy weapon fire phoenix bow, all the power is focused on attack power, so it can't help much at this time, and can only rely on himself.

The thick soil of merit was pierced, the purple light of merit was shattered, and the white energy of yin and virtue was forced out.

If so, Zhuang Zhaohui was almost beaten to death on the spot.

In the end, streaks of flames suddenly lit up on his body, forming a semicircular shield, and only then did he save his life.

This is the treasure that Zhuang Zhaohui carries with him at the bottom of the box. It is his last means of defense, a life-saving treasure.

But it is a consumable item, and it disappears after being used once.

Although he guessed that the law protection here is strong, but Zhuang Zhaohui still didn't expect that, just after entering the door, he was close to death.

The situation of the other Wutongpo warriors was even worse, it was only thanks to Zhuang Zhaohui and the middle-aged man to take care of them that they did not die on the spot.

The middle-aged man frowned: "It's unexpected and dangerous, you guys get out, I'll go in and try it alone."

Before the words were finished, other voices came out of the deafening whistling wind and sand.

The roar of the mighty river.

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