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Almost at the same time, outside the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss.

In the distant sky, a little blue and purple light suddenly appeared. It was like the twinkling of stars, and the sound of wind and thunder came faintly.

"Boom~"

The sound of wind and thunder gradually approaches, gradually becoming deafening, and the blue and purple light is radiant.

A slim and delicate palace costume was revealed in the light. A long silk floated behind her, as if the fairy in the Heavenly Palace was left in the mortal world.

The lavender skirt flew, and the woman's figure gradually became clear, with a gentle and charming temperament, but a hint of anxiety appeared between her eyebrows, making her feel a little uneasy.

Thunder rays wandered around her, swiftly circling, repelling the gale of wind in the sky, emitting a trace of destruction and rebirth.

From afar, you can already see the entrance of the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss. The space cracks are filled with colorful mists, and colorful ripples are rippling out, and faint space fluctuations are revealed. The space cracks sometimes swell and sometimes shrink, as if they may disappear at any time.

As the toes flew into the air, layers of ripples spread out in the air, three feet long purple silk spread in the wind, and the woman turned and flew towards the crack in the space.

"Stop! Who is so bold? He dares to trek into forbidden areas~"

The sword intent as heavy as a mountain pressed down, as if it solidified the space.

At some point, a figure appeared in front of the crack of the space, with a black green robe and white hair. A red sword seal on the eyebrows exuded a sword intent to soar to the sky. It was the leader of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, Zhang Zun Seal.

He just stood quietly, every pore in his body exuded a sharp sword intent, fixed the space, three feet apart, and even the wind was still.

The woman in purple looked anxious, as if she hadn't heard Zhang Zunyin's words at all. She lined up the sword intent in front of her and rushed forward without any pause.

"Fengfei Yan!" A blue and white light flashed, and Liu Mei's figure appeared beside Zhang Zunyin. His jade face was covered with frost, Xuan Xiao stabbed his finger in front, and strange red and black shadows spread out, locking Fengfei Yan from afar. "You should know the consequences of trespassing into the secret realm. You can't stop quickly."

Gongsun Mo was alarmed by the sound, and his hand shook, and the rune light on the puppet parts suddenly twisted, emitting a dazzling strong light. Then blue smoke rose into the air, and the parts were completely scrapped.

He looked up with a slight anger, and then he found that the three people confronted in front of the crack in the space had to get up and fly over helplessly.

Seeing this, Feng Xiutong sighed and frowned and slowly followed.

Unexpectedly, the sect leader made so many arrangements but still couldn't trip her. He still asked her to come over before the Holy Abyss Ancient Ruins closed... What should I do now?

"I just go in and take a look and come out immediately. Can you please make a difference?" Feng Feiyan stopped helplessly, with sad eyes, and seemed a little nervous, and with a little hope, he kept wandering around the cracks in the space and several people.

Zhang Zunyin's eyes opened and closed, turning a blind eye to it, but blocked the way into the cracks in the space.

"Feng Feiyan, we all know why you want to go in." Liu Mei's face was expressionless, but there seemed to be some sympathy in her eyes. "Although Chen Zhengyang had some talent, he did not have enough background, otherwise he would not have been lost in the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss. Even if you go in, you will only be disappointed. There are countless talents who like you, so why are you thinking about a dead person?"

Feng Feiyan's heart stagnated and a hint of sadness appeared on her face.

The wind is so strong that even the Heavenly King cannot survive in it, and only this month can she enter safely. She doesn’t know that she has a slim hope?

There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart. Over the years, if there was no such glimmer of hope, her heart would have really died.

Liu Mei's thoughts are actually the attitude of most people. Chen Zhengyang was born in the underworld, but he has amazing talents and acts arrogantly and unscrupulously. As soon as he disappeared, I wonder how many people applauded.

Gongsun Mo looked at the few people and found that the matter had nothing to do with him. He took out another part and continued the work that he had not completed just now.

"Oh..." Feng Xiutong sighed again, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, "Fai Yan, rules are rules, and they will not change because of you alone. What's more, a month is soon. Even if you go in now, you don't have time to find someone. Why not wait for Chen Mo to come out here, and there will naturally be results."

Feng Feiyan closed her eyes and calmed down, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then opened her eyes, her expression turned firm, and she slowly shook her head with a stern face and refused: "You don't have to persuade me."

She tried every means to get rid of many trivial matters, just to enter the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss to find out whether Chen Zhengyang is still alive. How could she be willing to go in and take a look in person?

It seems that I can only see the truth from behind.

The mysterious energy in her body was aroused, and Feng Feiyan was ready to take action. At this moment, she suddenly heard Feng Xiutong's divine thoughts transmitting voice.

"Before Chen Mo entered the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss, he fought with Li Shengshu of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect, and he was beaten to vomit blood! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Feiyan's eyes slashed and frowned and asked, "What did you say? Mo'er was beaten to vomit blood?"

Quar~ Quar~ Quar~ Quar~...

A group of crows flew overhead.

Feng Xiutong looked stunned, and there was only one thought in his mind: Oops! The trouble was revealed! Sister Liu would definitely hate me!

Gongsun Mo's hand shook, and the parts in his hand were scrapped again. He twitched the corners of his mouth, then a bright color flashed in his eyes. He raised his head and had a honest expression: "Chen Mo was beaten and vomited blood, and I saw it too."

Good to make up for it!

Feng Xiutong's eyes lit up and he patted Gongsun Mo on the shoulder. He should share the same hatred against Zhang Zunyin!

He was happy, and he couldn't even care about the worries he had just now, but he couldn't show it on his face, so he could only touch his beard and secretly satisfied.

Feng Feiyan nodded to Gongsun Mo and said, "I believe your words!"

Then she glared at Zhang Zunyin, and a raging fire broke out in her eyes.

Feng Xiutong tightened his hands and almost pulled off his beard.

If you believe Gongsun Mo's words, he doesn't believe him? They are all humans. Why is the difference so big?

Feng Feiyan was so angry that she could not care about anything else? With a casual grasp, the purple silk floating behind her fell into her jade hand. The heavy thunder aura gathered on it, and a trace of destruction of the world burst out.

It turns out that this purple silk is her weapon, mysterious weapon weaving thunder and silk.

The thunder and silk weaving is made of the unique thunder trees on Tianlei Mountain. The thunder and silk weaving tree is subject to thunder and lightning strikes all year round. It has unparalleled thunder and lightning resistance. After taking out the fibers from the trunks and tempering them in the thunder pool for three years, it is the weaving thread of thunder and silk weaving.

After weaving into silk, the elders of Tianji Sect should be invited to use special methods to draw talisman inscriptions on it. The difficulty of drawing runes on soft cloth is much higher than that of metal. After drawing, you have to temper them in the sky for three years before you can be considered a real finished thunder and silk.

Recently, Chen Mo has incorporated a hint of the aura of the thunder path, and its power has reached a higher level.

Three feet long thunder and silk coiled around, and blue runes twisted on it, forming thunder patterns, emitting a breath of wild thunder.

Fengfei Yan looked cold and had awesome momentum, but there was no trace of gentleness? She weaving thunder and silk floated, like a dragon swimming in the nine heavens, ready to go.

"Myer suffered injuries. I'll get them back from you!"

She didn't talk nonsense, waved her hand and the thunder and silk flying in the air rotated like a spiral, twisted into a stream, with a thick and solid thunder aura attached to it, like a thunder whip.

He pointed his right hand forward, and under her control, he flew like a spirit snake, with a ray of thunder and destruction, attacking Zhang Zunyin like lightning.

Zhang Zunyin's eyes slowly opened, and his eyes were full of light. His sword intent was swept around him, and he felt awe-inspiring. Heavy sword intent crushed all directions, and the sharp sword intent seemed to come alive and was ready to move.

Within a circle of three feet, the wind stops and the sound stops.

The wind around seemed to be driven, slowly blowing through the surroundings, but there was no trace of it approaching him.

His eyes froze, and his right hand pointed to a sword. When his fingertips pointed, the scattered sword intent suddenly changed and swept through the wind.

The martial arts of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect can only be cultivated to the peak of the Heavenly Level King. If you want to break through to the holy level, you must understand your own swordsmanship. For countless years, the ancestors of the Eight Desolate Sword Sect have been working towards this goal.

Zhang Zunyin belongs to the wind system, and the sword intent he chose to comprehend is also Feng, and he has already achieved perfection at this time.

The strong wind is the wind, the strong wind is the wind, the gentle breeze is the wind, and the wind is the wind without wind.

At this time, the sword intent, as solemn as a mountain, without wind and waves, suddenly moved, turning into a strong wind and a storm, like a group of hunting lions, entangled towards the tip of the weaving of thunder and silk.

"Nothing is true!"

Liu Mei saw the two of them fighting, and their faces became even colder. Xuan Xiao raised his thorn and retreated, and he was about to escape into the shadow and attack Feng Feiyan.

She saw that battle with her own eyes, and naturally she knew that Li Shengshu was more injured than Chen Mo. This Feng Xiutong turned the wrong and wrong into black and white, and was clearly targeting Zhang Zunyin.

Feng Xiutong was anxious and finally let Feng Feiyan and Zhang Zunyin get started. How could she let her interfere? The blood surged on her head, and he took a sudden step. A slight thunder gang swam like a spiritual snake, penetrated into the shadow behind Liu Mei, stopping her from acting.

Feng Xiutong said with a smile: "My sister Liu, let's talk about life~"

"Hmph!" A cold light flashed in Liu Mei's eyes, and she stared at Feng Xiutong tightly. She didn't know that Feng Xiutong actually had the courage to tease her!

The white jade fingers flew, and the Xuanxiao thorn danced into a mess. The strange black and red aura spread out. Her figure suddenly stopped and suddenly shattered like a bubble.

Feng Xiutong suddenly woke up, as if he was poured down by a bucket of cold water. His mind just now became hot and he actually teased Liu Mei!

It's over!

The Yinkui Sect is best at hiding and sneak attacks, and Meimei must have targeted him now!

It’s better to run away!

Feng Xiutong suddenly turned around, his thunder aura suddenly rose up, and rushed quickly towards the half-step peak.

A blurry black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and the black and red Xuanxiao thorn was covered with a layer of shadow, as if swallowing the surrounding light, leaving a black track, silently stabbing Feng Xiutong's back.

"ah!!!"

Feng Xiutong screamed, covered his butt with both hands, and blood flowed down his fingers.

He was caught off guard and felt a numbness in the wound and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Crack~ Crack~" Lei Gang stacked layer by layer to protect his body. Feng Xiutong felt no more lucky in his heart, and fled to the foot of the mountain like lightning.

Feng Xiutong, the old boy, actually teased Xiao Mei'er in front of him!

Gongsun Mo had Han Shuang's face, and he crushed the scrapped parts in his hand and chased Feng Xiutong in the direction of escape.

"My sister Liu, I'll help you."

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Feng Xiutong stopped Liu Mei and fled down the mountain, but it happened in a few breaths. On the other hand, Feng Feiyan had just reached three feet in front of Zhang Zunyin with a "spiritual snake strike".

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~"

The thunder and silk weaving penetrated several sword intents in succession, and the resistance was like walking in the swamp. The thunder and silk weaving speed became slower and slower.
Chapter completed!