Clear the scorching sun and shine.

Outside Tianlong City, a carriage galloped away.

The horse's hooves tread, making a long neigh, spreading its wings, and suddenly its body became illusory, and penetrated into the mysterious passage.

Inside the carriage, the black gold is a wall and beads are inlaid with beads and stones.

Yang Qifeng sat cross-legged, gently lifted up the exquisite wine glass on the table in front of him with one hand, and kept playing with it.

"Brother, don't worry, this time it must be successful," the fat man picked up the wine glass in his hand and congratulated Yang Qifeng.

"Borrow me from my brother Ji Yan," Yang Qifeng smiled slightly, put the wine glass on his lips and drank it in one sip.

Jubao Pavilion is still very good at him. After Yang Qifeng proved his value, Jubao Pavilion's attitude towards him became more eager.

This time, he actually sent a special vehicle and personnel to escort him.

The Imperial Palace is located thirty-three days away, standing within the chaos,

Traditionally, the passage to enter is to walk thirty-three days, cross layer by layer, and finally arrive thirty-three days away and enter the Palace of Wa.

Another method is like in front of you, the Imperial Palace of Wa directly descends the access channel and then enters it.

This is a passage specially opened by Emperor Wa. It is not allowed to enter the Wa Palace directly, but enter the small world affiliated with the Wa Palace. This is also the place for this trial.

"My brother has been opening the palace of Wa for generations. Although the rules for testing have always changed, the first level has never changed."

"The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road."

"The winner advances, the loser retreats, this is a principle that has not changed since ancient times. I am holding this thing," the fat man took out a sachet from his arms.

The sachet is very simple. There is nothing surprising, but the fat man’s hands are solemn, indicating the extraordinaryness of the sachet.

Yang Qifeng took it with both hands, and he asked, "Is this?"

"After the opening of the Imperial Palace of Wa, our Jubao Pavilion cannot change their rules, but my brother, you can change your luck for a short time. Wear this sachet on your body. You will not meet those people," said the fat man.

Yang Qifeng immediately understood who the fat man was telling.

What can make the fat man fear are naturally the sons of the demon king, such as the son of the Great Saint of Pingtian who is among the top ten. No matter who is anyone, this person is not a suspense at all for him to enter the Palace of Wa, and he must be able to enter.

For his son, it is said that the Great Sage of Pingtian asked him for a spiritual treasure.

The love of love can be seen from this.

His own strength is important, but he is equally important to the treasures in his hand.

There are many people like this, and they are basically approved and will definitely get a quota for the Imperial Palace.

Such a powerful opponent, the first level is to eliminate them, and to fight for them. It is unlucky.

Regardless of victory or defeat, this is not something Jubao Pavilion is willing to see, so some treasures that temporarily increase fortune have emerged.

Yang Qifeng didn't feel much when he put the sachet on himself, but his eyes were faint and golden, and he began to check his luck.

The luck is hazy, and a fog covers his luck, and it is impossible to see clearly.

After careful identification, I found that the fog fell from the sky, and the root of it was easy to guess, it came from thirty-three days away.

It was impossible to tell, at this moment, he knew that not only himself, but even the Qianlan Demon God could not do it.

"Brother is here, I will send you here. Next, I will go there by myself." The fat man's words fell, and a light flashed. Yang Qifeng himself had driven out of the carriage, standing on a plain, stepping on the lush weeds with his feet,

He looked up and saw no trace of the carriage.

"I don't have to look for you, I'm still here. If I have trouble, I can come here to seek shelter," the fat man's voice came into Yang Qifeng's ears.

Yang Qifeng could not answer because he could not find where the fat man was. He used his spiritual sense to communicate quickly with the Gan Lan Demon God, so that the Gan Lan Demon God could tell where the fat man was hiding.

However, all this was in vain. Even if you were a god of blue devil, you could not find the fat man's traces. At this point, Yang Qifeng was no longer stunning, and he walked forward with big strides.

With the divine thoughts, he began to communicate quickly with the Dried Blue Demon God.

After a while, the Blue Demon God will definitely stop eating.

Yang Qifeng had already expected this.

If this is not the case, others can follow this trial. For monsters like Pingtian Dasheng, killing a celestial monster is not too difficult, although it is difficult.

Then, let him make an oath like Yang Qifeng, that this is not to make an old man for his own son.

Others follow the example, and this trial system has collapsed.

How could there be no defense in the Wa Palace?

The wind was howling, sand and dust were blowing, and the wind was blowing by the dust, whistling by.

The yellow demon cloud swiped from a distance and crossed the sky.

Yang Qifeng added a corner of his mouth, and his eyes were staring at a monster with a short nose in the dust. His ear shell was not long, and his ears were folded forward to reach the eyes. The upper jaw incisors, from the side, had a clear missing piece.

The hair on the body is dense, without any strands on the body, the hair on the back is gray-brown and black-gray, and the hair on the belly is gray-yellow or gray-white.

His eyes were sharp and extremely spiritual. He felt something in the yellow sand, and his eyes were like lightning, looking at Yang Qifeng.

The beard on his mouth raised, showing a sneer.

He whizzed by without saying a word and disappeared from his vision.

What a yellow-haired mink,

Yang Qifeng stretched out his palm, the booklet appeared, and he flipped page by page.

In the blink of an eye, it stayed on a page.

Yang Qifeng looked at the records above,

The third prince of Huangfeng Demon Kingdom, who has been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, has martial arts skills; unknown, strength; nine-level thunder tribulation.

There is not much information about him, it is very short.

But there are a lot of leaks. This third prince is also one of the top 100 people in the South Chanbu Continent in the booklet. He is expected to receive one of the quotas for the Imperial Palace of Wa.

After practicing Taoism for a hundred years, doesn’t it mean that this person has an 80% chance of being born a hundred years ago, that is, the year when the Imperial Palace of Wa announced the world.

All kinds of monsters and monsters have emerged. Yang Qifeng, the lord of the Huangfeng Demon Kingdom, is very familiar with the Huangfeng Monster, and is famous.

The content of Journey to the West is enough to memorize it, how can you not recognize it?

He jumped, and he turned into a ray of light and disappeared directly.

At the destination, a green beam of light suddenly descended, reaching the sky and hanging straight down.

“Hundred years have passed,”

"The Palace of Wa is open!"
Chapter completed!