"The two human races in the forest are clever in their methods, especially the man with the long sword in his hand, I don't know which descendant of the grand world actually learned such sharp swordsmanship, and he didn't complain about it. ”

The Wonderland Disillusionment Forest, just on the periphery of the Long-cherished Wish Realm, a tall, thin and white-faced Soul Clan cultivator raised his narrow eyebrows and looked at Feng Jueyu's body, and there was an indescribable solemnity in his tone.

There was also a fat middle-aged strong man next to him, who heard this, and left a sneer: "Of course, there are only a handful of masters in my Fuyou City who can face Leng Youhate face to face in the past hundred years, who doesn't know his methods, and now that Leng Youhate is dead in the hands of this person, can his strength be worse?"

The thin and tall white face glanced at the fat man who opened his mouth, and said, "Fat Sun, I didn't expect you to come too, but it's a pity that I want to ask for some oil and water today, I'm afraid it's difficult." ”

"Aren't you the same?" The middle-aged man known as Sun Fatzi glanced at his thin and tall white face, and suddenly smiled coldly: "But I'll wait for the news to come, of course I can't go home empty-handed." Who will be the lord of Fuyou City, it is not certain. ”

"Sun Fatty, just because you also want to intervene?"

While talking, a short and thin little man came out of the woods, and his adulterous monkey cheeks seemed to be like a baby boy, but his appearance surprised the thin and tall white face and the fat man.

"Six-eyed ghost boy?"

"What's the matter? Seeing the deity, have you been greatly shocked by your confidence?" The little man sneered, his eyes immediately turned to the surroundings, and a proud look flashed on his eyebrows: "Ning Shentong, Sun Fatzi, Liyigou, heh, there are a number of good players in Fuyou City, all of them have arrived, it seems that everyone wants to be the city lord of Fuyou City." ”

The thin and tall white face was separated and said: "Six-eyed ghost boy, it is superfluous for you to say this, the throne of the lord of Fuyou City is promised by the lord of Fuyou City, who doesn't want to do it?"

The six-eyed ghost boy hooked the corners of his mouth disdainfully: "It's up to you?" He groaned, and then pointed to the long-cherished wish realm and said: "I heard that these two people have been fighting hard with many masters of Fuyou City in the forest of disillusionment for a month without any defeat, even if they are the peak masters of Xuanzhao, I am afraid they are not vulgar and good, in my opinion, it is better to leave as soon as possible if you have no confidence, and you will have to trouble others to collect your corpses if you die for a while." ”

Several unkind-looking Soul Clan cultivators in the woods stood up and glared at the six-eyed ghost boy one after another, and among them was Ning Shentong.

Disillusionment Forest broke through the three levels, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong had persisted for a whole month, and there was still one day left, and they could pass the problem given by the green pine, in comparison, what made the two of them more relieved was that there had been no masters of the Chongyang Realm in the past month, and there were many cultivators of the Soul Clan, but they also arrived in batches, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were in a hard battle, and they couldn't leave, and they barely lasted a month before they survived until now.

In fact, this is already an incredible result, but although the two survived, they were also exhausted as they continued to fight hard.

Although there is only one day left to pass the customs, but Feng Jueyu knows that the most fatal time has come, the two of them are recovering while fighting, but they are not stupid, when they continue to kill the pursuers, they see that those chasing the peak masters of the rotation did not immediately join the battle, the real masters have always been wise, some masters came alone, just quietly hiding in the woods to observe their battles, and there is no intention of being hasty.

In this way, the masters gathered more and more, until now, in addition to the two who were killed in the Rotation Realm, a total of as many as four Rotation Peak Masters were gathered.

Those who speak at the right time are the strong people who come home one by one.

Now the five people in the woods, in addition to the six-eyed ghost boy, Li Yigou, Sun Fatzi, and Ning Shentong, there is also a person who has not spoken, this life is not good-looking, and it belongs to the kind that is not easy to find in the pile of people, but to be with the six-eyed ghost boy and others, the strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

After the six-eyed ghost fairy tale, several people were stunned for a moment, and said: "I think it's suspicious to hear you say this, I'm afraid that only a few of them arrived three days ago, if these two people are here to fight for a full moon, why have they refused to leave?"

Among the five people, except for Ning Shentong, they all frowned.

Sun Fatzi said, "Could it be that they are waiting for someone?"

Everyone was suspicious, but at this moment, a black light accompanied by a long roar swept closer, and instantly appeared outside the mountains and forests.

"Pardon and kill the cold and hateful people to seize the treasure of the soul clan ghost skeleton, and want to escape through the forest of the two worlds to escape back to the grand plan, the corpse city lord has an order, and the seven spirits will rule the same way, and they will be punished in disillusionment, and these two must not be allowed to escape from the underworld......"

Listening to the order, the six-eyed ghost boy and the others looked in the direction where the voice came from, and only then did they see a demon ghost covered in black cloth appear.

This person was six feet tall, burly, dressed in a blue-black robe, and hung messily with black strips of cloth, like a humble beggar, but when this person appeared, the six-eyed ghost boy and the other five people were all shocked, and they all bowed to this person.

"Ren Zun. ”

The black-clothed demon fell into the forest, put his hands into his sleeves, and bowed slightly: "Just in time, can you hear the decree brought by the deity?"

"I hear you. Everyone replied in unison, and Sun Fatzi said, "Hui Zun envoy, do these two people want to leave the underworld?"

The envoy surnamed Ren snorted coldly and said: "You don't know, the disillusioned forest of the Lost Plains here is the place where the underworld and the grand plan are connected, and if the thieves want to leave the underworld, they must pass through this place, and they don't need to know too much, now immediately execute the edict of the corpse city lord." ”

After the envoy surnamed Ren finished speaking, he rushed towards the realm of long-cherished wishes with his head.

After twenty-nine days of hard fighting, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong were already tired, and at this time, they were dealing with several cultivators with a whirling void realm and a large number of cultivators in the realm of long-cherished wishes, how could they have time to listen to the words of those outside.

However, although he lasted for twenty-nine days, Feng Jueyu's mood was not bad, in fact, even he didn't expect to be able to survive a series of fierce battles.

Of course, Feng Jueyu is not a person who only knows how to fight and does not observe the current situation, he knows that the reason why the three of them have been able to survive until now is that in addition to their own efforts, they rely more on Wu Buyong.

The current Wu Buyong is not at all the Wu Buyong in Feng Jueyu's cognition, his strength and means have become extremely powerful at some point.

For the twenty-ninth day, Wu Buyong barely rested, and whenever a Soul Clan cultivator came to kill him, he would take the lead in killing the other party.

On the 29th, Wu Buyong only returned to his breath five times, and Feng Jueyu couldn't imagine how he persevered.

It must be known that although martial arts cultivators have a long breath, they must also rest and recuperate after a series of vicious battles, meditate and breathe, so that they can slowly recover the lost divine power and divine consciousness, and the consumption of battle is far faster than the speed of recovery from meditation and breathing, on the contrary, the recovery of pranayama is slow.

However, this phenomenon is not true in Wu Buyong, he is now like an immortal god of war with endless physical strength, divine power, and divine sense, and there has never been a phenomenon of exhaustion, even if he is now covered in injuries, he will recover in a short period of time very strangely, it is obvious that at such a difficult juncture, Wu Buyong has made the greatest contribution.

What made Feng Jueyu suspicious was that such a strange phenomenon had not happened to him, although he had a thousand pill acupoints, he could continue to fight for several days without falling, and it was far less than Wu Buyong's breath, his breath was already too long, just like his body did not belong to him.

Although Feng Jueyu was very puzzled that Wu Buyong had changed so much, he couldn't think too much about it at the moment, after all, the battle did not stop, and the safety of the three could not be guaranteed.

There was still one day left, and Feng Jueyu once again urged the little divine power left in his body, and worked tirelessly to drive away the soul cultivators who were constantly chasing around him.

The battle lasted for twenty-nine days, and the long-cherished realm was littered with cold corpses and crimson blood, which had merged into a small river and flowed out of the forest......

"One more day, hold on to ......"

Feng Jueyu kept telling himself in his heart, he knew that his current self could faint at any time, but in order to live, he forced his potential out again and again.

Feng Jueyu hadn't realized that it was this kind of endless killing, his divine thought body had been inadvertently highly tempered, at this time, the power of his divine consciousness was far stronger and more stable than a month ago, if he recovered, as long as it was not deliberately suppressed by him, he could enter the Jinyang Tribulation at any time.

Another day, Feng Jueyu's face was unnaturally filled with joy, but before he could laugh, six extremely terrifying breaths broke into the realm of long-cherished wishes.

Feng Jueyu raised his heart, and his gaze immediately turned to the place where the six super strong momentum were......

Six Peak Masters of Rotation Photography appeared......

"Brother Wu, be careful, trouble is coming. ”

In fact, what Feng Jueyu was most worried about these days was the appearance of the master of the Xuanzhao Realm, but his worries never really appeared, Feng Jueyu thought it was a ghost made by Green Pine, and the nominal difficulty was deliberately controlled by Green Pine, and now he understands that the real trouble is the last day.

Obviously, Green Pine has done something in the second level, although the two of them have been fighting continuously for the past twenty-nine days, they are also deliberately controlling the number of pursuers and the level of masters, so that it can be considered fair, and the last six peaks of the rotation must be the most difficult moment in this level, and they must not act sloppily.

After shouting, Feng Jueyu immediately cast a true explosion and jumped out of the circle, holding the Liuhe Realm refining method with both hands, introducing the surging heaven and earth aura into his body......