At the bottom of the riverbed lay the corpses of thirty or forty wandering warriors, red blood stains flowing down the rock textures and crevices, and the air was filled with a pungent bloody aura, with an indescribable weird and gloomy atmosphere.

"It's the hands of the domineering grandsons of the Starfall Sect again. The black-bellied male king Juefeng swept it at a glance, and he could see the cause of their death from the wounds of these people.

I don't know why, Ding Hao suddenly became full of rejection and disdain for the name Starfall Sect.

Li Muyun muttered something in his mouth, and shot out to cremate these bodies with purple flames.

Ding Hao ran the Xuangong vigilance, quietly approached Li Lan's side, and said in a low voice: "This place is a little weird, be careful." ”

Li Lan nodded slightly.

"Huh......" Lu Mad [madman] of the Purple Shirt South Courtyard who was walking in front let out a sneer, obviously hearing the conversation between the two, quite disdainful, probably mocking Ding Hao for being too timid.

Ding Hao did not speak.

He hoped that his concerns were superfluous and that he felt wrong.

It wasn't until he climbed up the stone wall on the other side of the river and came to the gate of the giant city that the ghostly cold air finally disappeared from Ding Hao's feelings, as if it had never appeared.

The little cute cat's appearance is also a little more normal, and she purrs lazily again.

Walking along the mottled stone pavement into the giant city, you will be greeted by a dead ruin.

This is an ancient city that has been completely deserted, some gods and pavilions have collapsed, and there are still traces of the battle not long ago on the ground, and the mysterious qi of various attributes is entangled in the air, which shows how much strength the various major sects spent not long ago in order to break the ancient prohibition here.

Clusters of phosphorus fire drifted between the ruins, bringing a glimmer of light.

It's a ghost town.

However, all kinds of divine weapons, pills, mysterious weapons, secret books, and treasures that were once retained here have all been swept away by the Nine Great Sects, leaving nothing behind.

The tens of thousands of wandering martial artists, scattered cultivators, and other masters and disciples of the great sects who poured in before didn't know where they went, and the huge city seemed empty, and they couldn't even hear the sound of footsteps, and the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

In the blink of an eye, everyone should have arrived at a cross square in the center of the giant city.

In the center of the square, there is a huge statue up to 100 meters high, the face of the statue has been blurred, and the stone giant sword in his hand has been broken into three pieces from the middle, but there is still a fierce aura that blows to the face, a kind of vicissitudes of life is almost suffocating, as if this huge stone statue may come to life at any time.

"Okay, let me talk about the next arrangement. Liu Suifeng glanced at the giant stone statue, turned to look at everyone, and said: "Where we are is is the first layer of this ancient sect ruins, all the places here have been searched, and nothing has been missed, so there is no risk value, our main target is still the second and third layers underground." ”

The crowd listened in silence.

[One Sword Lingchen] continued: "This cross square, there are five roads on all sides, leading to five different areas that are not connected with each other on the second underground level, from now on, we will be divided into five teams, the teachers and disciples of each academy, plus one disciple of the third generation, each choose a direction, everyone will take a break here, and then immediately set off to the second layer of the ruins. ”

He is the leader of this trial, and if he says it, no one will naturally object.

After everyone rested for a while in the square, exercised their pranayama, replenished water and food, and divided into five teams, the black-bellied male Wang Juefeng and another third-generation disciple named Ma Yifei, together with Ding Hao, Li Lan and Lu Pengfei, chose the road due east.

Liu Suifeng and the chief teacher of the White Shirt Intermediate Academy, with Li Muyun, Liang Feixue and [Little Martial Idiot] Chen Sheng, chose the southwest direction.

Sequoia West Courtyard chose the West.

The Purple Shirt South Courtyard chose due south.

The Yellow Shirt North Courtyard chose due north.

Each of the five squads has a chief teacher and a third-generation disciple, and this grouping is indeed the most reasonable way.

There is no doubt that from the perspective of the sect, this is another special investigation of the disciples of the Five Academies.

......

Due east, the entrance to the second basement level, about ten kilometers later, is on the side of a very large temple staircase.

It was a hole blasted out by a powerful force, an immensely preserved spiral staircase that swirled vertically into the unknown darkness.

Don't look at the black-bellied male king Juefeng always likes to pull hatred on weekdays, and he doesn't look right, but at this time, he is still extremely reliable, he runs Xuangong, and his body burns with pale yellow flames, enveloping Ding Hao and the three of them in it, showing a powerful momentum.

The five of them walked down the spiral stairs step by step.

It was like walking in a dark hell, where everyone could only hear their own footsteps and breathing.

I don't know how long I have been going down, Ding Hao estimates that he has gone at least 500 meters underground.

Finally, there was a fierce shouting and fighting in the West.

"Get out, who dares to grab it from Lao Tzu? I discovered this magic knife first. ”

"Haha, treasures are virtuous, Wang Hu, I advise you to leave the knife obediently and leave, don't bury your life for a moment of greed!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him, everyone is side by side, chop him, and snatch the magic knife!"

After all kinds of shouts, there were several screams, the sound of weapons crashing kept coming, and you could faintly see clusters of fleeting sparks produced by the violent impact of metal in the darkness.

"Don't fight yet, someone is coming again!"

Sensing the arrival of Ding Hao and the others, the two sides who were fighting fiercely gasped and retreated, looking towards the place where the footsteps came from with hostility, for fear that someone would compete with them for the so-called divine sword.

Soon, however, the group's gaze became glazed, and their faces showed a look of dejection.

Ask the Sword Sect!

It was actually someone from the Sword Sect who came.

Let's not talk about the illustrious power of the Sword Sect, just talk about the bearded strong man who walked in the front, with a golden Xuan Qi flame burning all over his body, like a god of war who came out of the darkness, twenty or thirty meters away, the aura that came out of it already made them tremble.

It seems that the [Divine Sword] can't be saved.

The two sides glanced at each other with a wry smile, and the hostility dissipated a little, I knew that everyone would sit down and discuss it well, and now they will recruit the people who ask the Sword Sect, so that they will lose both people and money.

The two groups of people were thinking about honestly handing over the [Divine Knife] and hurriedly left......

That's when --

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