At a corner about one or two hundred miles away from the Tieling Peak in Fengxingmen, there is an inconspicuous hill bun. The hill bun is covered with weeds half a human tall and some other wild plants.

From a distance, this mountain bag has nothing special. No matter how you observe it, you cannot see any flaws.

However, just today, more than a hundred people gathered in such a seemingly ordinary mountain area.

The senior leaders of the three sects of Fang Yunshan, including four high-ranking ancestors of the Jiedan stage, also came here.

Of course, the large number of people are young monks under the age of thirty. Most of these monks are in the middle stage of Qi refining, and basically have their own spiritual weapon in their hands. A sharp aura faintly emits from their bodies, demonstrating the existence of their elites of the same level.

These young elite monks were roughly divided into three camps, namely the three sects of Fangyunshan, Dutianbao, and Bixue Xiangyun Sect.

Among these three camps, Fang Yunshan has the most people but the weakest.

Zhang Heng stood in this camp, and he looked at the small hill opposite with a little curious look, not expecting that this was the opening of the Blood Killing Cave.

Some of the monks around Zhang Heng were naturally disciples of Fengxing Sect, and he knew all of these people, such as Yu Wenlin, who was in the Great Perfect Qi Refining Realm, and Wu Ling, who was not far from him.

When Zhang Heng's eyes fell on Wu Ling, this boy just turned around and met Zhang Heng's eyes. The two looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Heng was not interested in the monks from the three sects of Yunshan. He narrowed his eyes slightly and first observed the ten people in Bixue Xiangyun Sect, which had the smallest number of people.

These ten people are indeed very strong. If you pick one out, you can sweep the inner disciples of Fang Yunshan, especially the man and woman in the lead.

Both of them are too young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Nan Ming, wearing a black robe, glanced at the other two camps with a cold look, with a faint sarcasm on his lips. However, when his eyes fell on one of the Dutian Castle camps, his expression changed slightly.

The man led by Dutian Castle was a young man about twenty years old. He had an ordinary face, a square face and a wide eyebrows. His cultivation had reached the perfect state of Qi Refining. He had a calm expression and stood there like a mountain.

However, the person Nan Ming really paid attention to was not him, but a woman in the crowd with a white gauze.

In the entire Dutian Castle camp, everyone was wearing purple robes and dressed in a relatively uniform manner, but the only woman was wearing a simple blue dress, and the white gauze on her head covered the woman's face.

But looking at the graceful figure of this girl Tingting standing quietly, you can infer her approximate age.

A faint green light condensed in Nan Ming's eyes. He looked directly at the woman in green in the distance, trying to see the beauty inside through the veil.

However, invisibly, there seemed to be some kind of power that made Nan Ming vaguely see the beautiful outline of the woman.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to have a sense of emotion. Looking at Nanming, her eyes that seemed to have strange glory flashed through Nanming's mind.

After letting out a breath, Nan Ming was stunned for a moment. At this time, Mu Xuan's cold voice next to him reached his ears: "This woman is probably one of our strong enemies in the cave."

There was a strange smile on the corner of Nan Ming's mouth: "Are you a strong rival? What I am interested in is her appearance, haha..."

At this time, Zhang Heng's eyes just passed by Nan Ming and Mu Xuan, and he could clearly sense the strength of these two people.

Especially the cold girl, she brought a special feeling to Zhang Heng, making Zhang Heng dare not stay on her body, for fear that she would take a look at her for arousing the other party’s alertness.

Sure enough, when Zhang Heng's eyes stopped on the woman for a moment, she saw her beautiful eyebrows slightly condensed, as if she felt something.

This is so terrible! Zhang Heng's heart thumped slightly, and he felt that this frost beauty seemed to have some special ability, just like Luo Ningxue before.

Then, Zhang Heng looked in the direction of Dutian Castle again. The calm young man in the lead naturally attracted Zhang Heng's attention. Next to this young man, Du Peng, whom Zhang Heng had met before, was also among them.

The most noticeable thing is of course the woman in blue. She is wearing a white veil and pretty in the crowd. Although she is dressed very simply, she gives people a feeling that cannot be ignored.

Could this woman be the object of help Ouyang Tiande ordered him to assist?

A few days ago, Ouyang Tiande suddenly asked Zhang Heng to change his plan to enter the cave, and asked him to assist a lady named He Yixiu in fighting for the treasures in the cave, which made Zhang Heng puzzled for a while.

Could it be that Ouyang Tiande no longer has any covetousness for the treasures in the cave? Or is it being coerced by the old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage? Zhang Heng believes that the answer must be the latter, which can force Ouyang Tiande to change his plan. Only the old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage can do this, and that old monster is likely to be the Wuji Poisonous Demon.

Just as Zhang Heng was about to take back his eyes from the woman, suddenly, the woman in green nodded slightly to Zhang Heng.

A faintly, a stunning face with a slight smile flashed before Zhang Heng's eyes.

Zhang Heng's face was slightly stunned. When he looked at the woman again, he found that his eyes were blocked by the white veil.

Could it be that the shocking glance just now was just an illusion? Zhang Heng took a deep breath. He was able to confirm at this moment that this woman was probably the noble Miss He Yixiu mentioned to him by Ouyang Tiande.

For a moment, Zhang Heng's mind was a little confused. He closed his eyes and focused for a moment before opening his eyes. Then he returned to his calm appearance and sneered in his heart. After arriving at the cave, no one could restrain his freedom. Everything depends on his mood.

Time passed little by little, and the top leaders of the three sects of Fang Yunshan seemed to show no sign of opening the cave.

Zhang Heng frowned slightly. They had been waiting here for several hours, but they had not opened the cave yet?

The elites next to them also began to whisper.

"Didn't you mean you want to enter the cave of the ancient monk for a trial? Why haven't you moved yet?"

"We finally got this opportunity to try the cave, so we have to endure it."

"I heard that there are treasures left by ancient monks in this cave. Do you really believe it?"

"No, there is no treasure, what are we going in?"

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There was a faint mockery on the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth. How could these three elites who were kept in the dark know the real terrible thing in this cave?

I wonder how many people can get out of this cave trip?

Although many monks were a little impatient, the opportunity to open the cave was not something they could decide, and even the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage who was peeping in secret could not decide this.

As night falls, a few sparse stars are embedded in the sky, and the cool breeze is blowing.

"We actually waited until night, haha." Wu Ling, not far away, walked to Zhang Heng's side and patted his shoulder with his hand.

In fact, Zhang Heng told Wu Ling the day before yesterday that Ouyang Zu suddenly changed his plan. After Wu Ling's consideration, he suggested that Zhang Heng temporarily lurk in the forces of Dutian Castle and act again after entering the temple in the center of the cave.

Zhang Heng let out a breath and said casually: "I wonder if we have a chance to meet again after the cave trial is over."

Of course, Wu Ling could understand the meaning of his words and said, "There will be."

At this moment, the mountain buns in the distance began to change slightly, and many monks exclaimed.

I saw that the small hill bun trembled slightly, and a hole suddenly opened on the top of the hill bun, and a white light column suddenly shot out from the hole.

When the light column descended in mid-air, it became distorted, and the naked eye could see the scene of the space being squeezed.

Facing this white light column, all monks felt an irresistible feeling.

After a while, an oval light gate was formed in the void.

The frame of this light door is composed of white light columns, with hollow in the middle and dark inside, deep and unsightly, which makes people feel heart-wrenching.

The cave is opened!

At this moment, Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

Many monks present were in the same mood as Zhang Heng. The cave that had been waiting for for a long time finally opened!
Chapter completed!