The light fell and the figure appeared. Yang Qifeng stood in the air and looked down.

I took a look at the map in my hand. This place is the ruins on the map mark, the farthest from the demon city.

There are strange rocks below, a temple built against the mountain, and is located magnificent.

At one glance, a dazzling light came, but his eyes instinctively felt ache.

Looking away from his vision, he didn't dare to continue to look more. Yang Qifeng stepped in the void and came outside the hall. He stopped moving forward and took out a silk thread in his arms.

The silk thread was fine, isolating the spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness swept over, as if nothing was left. He gently pulled the silk thread outside the hall, but blocked it. Then he waved his hand gently, and a blue light emanated from his hand, echoing the silk thread from afar.

The silk thread flashed a few times, disappeared invisible, and disappeared. Only then did Yang Qifeng walk into the palace step by step.

A pair of doors covered with red paint were each open. Yang Qifeng looked at it, walked into it with expressionless expression.

The inside and outside are separated, like two worlds. Within the gate, the pillars of the hall stand tall and carved with carved words, which are extremely exquisite. The hall is quite uneasy, and it seems that someone whispers softly in the dark.

Yang Qifeng was still and listened carefully, but he was vague and could not tell what he was saying.

Turning around and turning directly into the next hall.

As soon as I stepped past, the wind and clouds changed, and countless black gas appeared around me.

It rolls and moves like a wave, with no way ahead, no way behind, no way left and right.

You cannot move forward or retreat.

All roads were blocked. The black air spreads and changes constantly. Finally, it turned into a black shadow.

His eyes were bright, his nose was straight, his ears were long, and his beards were very obvious. This was Yang Qifeng's current appearance. After a flash, another person split out in the dark shadow, and he also looked like Yang Qifeng, but his expression was different. He had expressionless expression just now. This person had resentment in his eyes. Looking at Yang Qifeng, he seemed to be the enemy who killed his father.

A series of black shadows continued to appear, and they were all like Yang Qifeng.

But his expressions are different, resentful, smiling, frowning, angry, annoyed, happy............

Countless Yang Qifengs occupied Yang Qifeng in a dense manner, front, back, left and right, and they just stared at Yang Qifeng in a straight line.

If I were staring at me one by one, I would have been unable to withstand this pressure for a long time.

Unfortunately, Yang Qifeng is not an ordinary person at all. He stared at all coldly and did not say a word at all.

Yang Qifeng, one by one, rushed towards Yang Qifeng like a tide.

He had no choice but to avoid it. At this time, Yang Qifeng closed his eyes directly, and he was motionless, waiting quietly.

About ten seconds later, he slowly broke away his eyes.

The black air in front of him disappeared. He was in the hall. He took a step and sneered, "Illusion, how could he, Yang Qifeng, be fooled by such a method?"

His Taoist practice has reached the level of immortals. Although he has not understood the artistic conception, ordinary methods can no longer do anything to him.

After walking a few steps along the road, he came directly outside a temple.

This is a continuous palace, and no one knows how many it has.

When outside, Yang Qifeng just took a rough look, it was blurry and was stinged.

A plaque is placed on the temple, written in demonic texts, and written on it Yuanshi Palace.

At the beginning of Yuanshi, all the starting points were very domineering, especially in this mythical world, there was a ruthless man who used this name as his name.

This hall actually gave him this name, which surprised him a lot.

After a glance, he saw the magician.

Two magicians, about two feet tall, were wearing silver armor, wrapped around their bodies, a silver helmet and a mask, covering their faces. They stood on both sides of the hall, motionless, like a statue, with no trace of life on their bodies,

The guardians are divided into three levels: gold, silver and copper.

In front of me is the silver helmet and silver armor, which ranks second level, and its strength is the second heavenly gate.

The rapid information passed through his mind, and Yang Qifeng was about to step forward, but he just took a step but stopped moving forward. His eyes were sharp, and he stared at the war boots of the magician. There was a trace of golden light flashing there. Without careful observation, he could not find it.

The armor is full of gold, which has already shown signs of evolution.

The strength is not the seventh thunder tribulation that has just crossed the second heavenly gate, but the eightth thunder tribulation.

Two guardians with eight thunder tribulations, Yang Qifeng stopped moving forward and thought about the solution.

The guardians can be the guardians. They are not weak. Although they are not very aware, their combat instincts are terrifying. They are purely created for battle, with a strong and immunity to mana. Yang Qifeng is still sure to defeat the two guardians who have just seven thunder tribulations, but if they are two, they will become guardians with golden helmets and golden armor, he will be ineffective.

One-on-one win, one-on-two needs to use his trump card.

This was what he prepared for Red Boy. Yang Qifeng felt a little resistant to this.

At this moment, Yang Qifeng suddenly trembled, and he turned his head and looked out of the hall. The thread trembled. This was a warning, and outsiders were coming.

No need to continue thinking, if he fights with this magic guard, he will not be able to decide the winner in a short time, and if he encounters later people, he will definitely lose.

Even if you win, you will charge others.

Yang Qifeng looked around, but looked at the palace building behind him. After transforming himself, Yang Qifeng directly turned into a piece of wood, flew up, and came to the building, and the two fit together.

But it was transformed into a part of the palace. From a distance, the two were connected and integrated, and they were completely indistinguishable.

The sound of footsteps came out, but a figure stepped out from the hall.

The person who came had thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick hair on his body, and was wearing trousers on his lower body, and other parts were not covered.

This is a wolf demon with two fangs exposed on his lips.

His eyes were cold, his body was bent, and he was extremely alert and could be snatched out at any time.

Stepping out, countless black air filled with it.

In Yang Qifeng's eyes, the black air was not dissipated, and he slowly transformed into a sharp blade.

A dagger emitted a cold light and appeared between his eyebrows.

As time goes by, the dagger becomes more and more real, and half of the dagger is directly inserted into the wolf demon's head.

The illusory flashes, as long as the dagger is solid, the wolf demon will surely die.
Chapter completed!