Looking at the scorching eyes that soared into the sky, Chu Chaoyun stopped, paused, and then smiled softly: "What a powerful martial art, but unfortunately, all this is useless after going up."

Next to Mohe, Xiao Chen woke up faintly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Xiaoxiao and Jin Dabao with a worried look on his face. He felt a little warm in his heart and smiled faintly: "Thank you!"

Su Xiaoxiao said, "Are you okay? You suddenly fell down before, which scared us."

Jin Dabao ran over with his eyes full of light and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, I saw you carved the golden lion horn before. Can your secret treasure be mass-produced?"

The fat man really got into the eyes of money. Xiao Chen stood up and ignored him. After checking his body, he found that there was nothing serious. He just consumed too much energy. He asked, "How long have I been in a coma? Have those people chased me?"

Su Xiaoxiao returned and said, "It's been almost an hour since the people from several major families did not chase after me. Dabao saw them swimming downstream and was discussing whether to follow me."

Xiao Chen moved his shin and felt that his body was completely fine. He said lightly: "See, the saint's golden coffin has not been found yet. If he doesn't go, this trip will be in vain."

The fat man laughed and said, "I knew Brother Xiao, you will follow me. Actually, I have already explored the way. They have been walking under the river and finally crossed the river and walked on a stone platform that is as high as a thousand meters."

"I also saw: Chang: Feng: Literature    fetched that boy Chu Chaoyun, a sneaky man, and was not with those people."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly at the stone platform that was as high as a thousand meters, thinking in his heart that if the fat man read it correctly, it must have been a piece of saints, otherwise such a situation would not have happened.

As soon as Chu Chaoyun appeared, he felt that he could not see through it. Others came directly with their men, but he came alone.

Xiao Chen shook his head, retracted his thoughts and said, "Let's go, it's really too late if you don't leave."

Everyone walked quickly and soon arrived at the place where the tribes of the aristocratic families killed the group of bats and monster-like beasts. Looking at the corpses of the monsters, Xiao Chen stopped.

The Yueying Knife slowly jumped up the corpse of a monster. Xiao Chen pondered for a while, walked to the riverside, looked at the black surface, and was secretly shocked. The river surface was full of strong demonic energy.

How could there be so many demonic energy gathering in the ruins of the saint? Is this the ruins of the saint or the ruins of the demon? Xiao Chen thought in confusion. He always felt that something was wrong with the appearance of the ruins this time.

"Young Master Xiao, what are you thinking?" Su Xiaoxiao asked in confusion when she saw Xiao Chen looking at the riverside without saying anything.

Xiao Chen came to his senses and smiled faintly, "It's okay, let's go!"

The three of them continued to move forward, using their own skills and running fast on the river bank. What surprised Xiao Chen was that the fat man didn't know what skills he used, and his fat body was no slower than Xiao Chen at all.

Seeing Xiao Chen looking at him in surprise, the fat man spread out his folding fan and smiled proudly. Xiao Chen was the most disgusting fat man's smug look, so he quickly turned his face over.

"At this time, the stone platform is opposite the river bank, and it collapses when crossing the river." When he reached the stone wall, the fat man stopped and pointed to a stone platform opposite and said, "They should have all gone up."

Xiao Chen looked at the river surface full of demonic energy and spoke, "You can't go directly. These black airs are all demonic energy. If you dip them in a trace, you may be deified."

After he said that, he took out a jade bottle from the Qiankun Ring. This jade bottle is like the Qiankun Ring, which is a very low-level space magic weapon. The space inside is very large, but it can only hold liquid and gas. It was made by Xiao Chen when he was bored when he came to Baishui City.

He pointed the jade bottle at the river surface. In the surprised gazes of Jin Dabao and Su Xiaoxiao, the black river water began to roll continuously, and the demonic energy on the black surface was absorbed in one go.

After a long time, a water surface without demonic energy appeared on the black river surface. Xiao Chen put away the jade bottle and quickly said, "Go over!"

He flew directly over with gravitational technique. Fatty and Su Xiaoxiao stepped on the water before flying to the other side. After getting ashore, the fat man immediately came over and smiled at Xiao Chen, "Brother Xiao, what's that thing just now, can I show you to Fat Brother?"

Xiao Chen did not refuse. This jade bottle is not a treasure, and its functions are limited. It is just that his work when he was bored can even be said to be very rough, so it is nothing to show it to the fat man.

The fat man looked at it with love in his hand. After a while, he handed the bottle over and asked, "Why do I feel like this bottle is made by you yourself, and it's a bit rough."

Xiao Chen was shocked. The fat man's eyes were so poisonous that he walked directly towards the stone platform without answering his words. He had already felt the thunderous aura coming from the stone platform.

When he was about to approach the stone platform, the fat man suddenly said, as if someone was meditating cross-legged.

Xiao Chen felt something was wrong. Those who were sitting cross-legged meditating seemed to be not angry. The sound of their walking was already loud, but the group of people still did not react at all.

"What's wrong, those people seem to be dead." After Xiao Chen said that, he walked over directly.

The white bones on the ground were lying in a row, while those sitting cross-legged, closed their eyes and seemed to be asleep. The fat man pushed his hands gently and fell to the ground immediately.

Jin Dabao's face suddenly became serious. He looked at the pile of bones, then at the warriors of the aristocratic families sitting cross-legged, frowned and said, "These warriors just died when they were, and the way they died was so strange."

Except for the corpses of the major families, the golden armored guards under Guiyi Hou died without understanding and fell to the ground with a light touch.

The fat man suddenly burst into laughter. Before Xiao Chen could react, he saw that the fat man took off all the golden armor guards under Guiyi Hou like a whirlwind, and took out the ground-level armor that was wrapped inside.

Soon, more than a hundred sets of armor were taken out by the fat man. The fat man took out one and took a closer look. His face suddenly changed, and he said, "These armors are no longer spiritual, how could this happen?"

After saying that, he took out a steel knife and gently waved it on the armor. A tiny crack appeared on the golden armor and then shattered.

Su Xiaoxiao showed a surprised expression, picked up a golden armor, looked carefully, and after a while, she spoke: "The moon stones mixed in this armor seem to have been absorbed by something."

When Xiao Chen and the others heard this, they were extremely surprised. They had never heard of such a thing. The moon stone is a strange stone in the world. It contains the natural Taoist rhyme, so how could it be absorbed cleanly?

Xiao Chen set his eyes on the stone platform, and his spiritual sense was trying hard to expand, but he still couldn't extend it. In this small world, it was difficult for the spiritual sense to leave the body.

The fat man muttered, "Forget it, go up. If you don't go up, you will never know why."

Although Xiao Chen felt that it was inappropriate, his spiritual sense could not be released and he could not see anything. He had to agree with the fat man's opinion, and the three of them stepped back onto the stone platform.

call!

The moment the three of them climbed onto the stone platform, the green dragon martial soul in Xiao Chen's body, the golden folding fan in the fat man's hand, and the guqin in Su Xiaoxiao's hand suddenly each produced an aura, and then the three auras were connected together to form a barrier that was not big or small to surround the three.

Su Xiaoxiao said in surprise: "This is the self-protection of the holy soldiers. There must be something terrifying under the stone platform, otherwise the holy soldiers would not automatically protect it."

Xiao Chen looked at the almost endless steps, and a trace of inexplicable chill suddenly rose in his heart. The three of them did not speak and continued to walk forward. It was already this step that they could not retreat.

After walking a hundred steps, dense skeletons began to appear on the stone steps. Everyone stepped on the skeletons and made a crackling sound, making people's scalp numb.

Rumble!

The moon shadow knife in the Qiankun Ring suddenly jumped unstoppably. Xiao Chen was shocked and stopped to look around. A rusty broken sword appeared in his sight.

"Is this? Another secondary magic weapon from the Source of the Fighting Saint?" Xiao Chen picked up the broken sword and thought in confusion. The broken sword could not see anything strange at all.

The Moon Shadow Knife in the Qiankun Ring shook even more violently, as if it was about to fly out of the ring. Xiao Chen had never encountered such a situation.

Although I don’t understand what’s going on, this broken sword must have a great connection with the Thunderwood Sword. Xiao Chen put the broken sword into the Qiankun Ring and continued to move forward.

Stepping on the bones, the three of them came to Hua Tianyu's headless corpse. The fat man found the handwriting written on the ground, and then fumbled on Hua Tianyu's body.

"Damn, there is nothing left. The dignified Martial Saint is so poor." The fat man cursed in a low voice.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Hua Tianyu's right finger, and there was a clear ring mark on the index finger, and said lightly: "The space ring that should be brought on this is just taken away by someone."

Xiao Chen ignored the fat man's words and looked at the scar on Hua Tianyu's neck carefully. This was a sword injury. Hua Tianyu's head was cut off by one move. How could a dignified martial saint be killed by one move?

"Who is so powerful? Killing the Martial Saint is like slaughtering a dog. Will it be the Thunder Emperor?" Xiao Chen thought in great confusion in his heart, and suddenly thought of a question, "The fat man looks for it and see if there is his head around them."

Jin Dabao came to his senses and looked at the headless corpse, and felt a little strange. He and Xiao Chen began to search everywhere, but after searching for it for a long time, he could not see the separate skull.

"It's strange, where did this head go?" Jin Dabao said in confusion.

In front of the stone platform, Ji Changkong and others divided up the treasures on the body of a martial saint again, then sat cross-legged, holding a lower-level spirit stone in their hands, quickly regaining the vitality in their body.

Along the way, they not only met the predecessors of major families, but also saw a corpse of the Emperor Ying, all of which were Martial Saints from thousands of years ago and were all figures from the same era.
Chapter completed!