If I had known this was the Wanhua Tomb, I was afraid that the Twelve Holy Land would have spared no effort to come. In the thoughts of people like Dongfang Changwei, the Wanhua Demonic Art would naturally not have fallen into the hands of a so-called mysterious person.

That is a complete six-star martial art, which is enough to make a holy land power go further, and is ridden by a mere lonely man under the noses of the world?

At this moment, the words cannot describe how shocked, jealous and annoyed the masters of these holy land forces were.

But there are subtle differences in this.

Zhuo Mufeng noticed that compared with other forces, there were a group of monks and a group of men and women wearing gray robes, whose expressions were obviously much more relaxed. He even saw gloating from the faces of some young people.

"It seems that they are from Zhongzhou Baoyuan Temple and Beiqi Moke Sect."

Zhuo Mufeng knew it in his mind. Both of these holy lands have complete six-star martial arts, which is ahead of the other ten holy lands. Since they cannot obtain the Wanhua Magical Art and prevent the other ten holy lands from obtaining it, it seems to be pretty good.

The most exciting one is Dongfang Changwei and the people behind him.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty had only one holy power in the Eastern Family. This time, God made the beauty, and the tomb was closed, missing eleven powerful competitors. They should have the most hope, but the result was this.

Dongfang Changwei's elegant face was a little dark. He suppressed the anger and loss in his heart, and pointed at Wu Guanting again, "Wu Alliance Leader, tell me about your situation."

Everyone understood that the second elder was obviously unwilling to give up and tried to analyze whether there were any suspicious clues about the mysterious person based on each person's different angles.

I'm afraid he himself knew that this was useless. With his elder brother Dongfang Changsheng's insight, how could he not see any clues? But it's related to the Wanhua Demonic Art, and everyone can understand his emotions.

Wu Guanting then told the story of the maze, and then Yang Gu, Tao Baibai and other major leaders and elders.

The result is obvious, many people have a calm face.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha roar sounded, and a monk Wumei, wearing a red and yellow monk robe, walked out in the Baoyuan Temple camp, clasped his hands together, sighed, "Everyone, the magic skill has been lost, and it is meaningless to care about it again. The most urgent task is to find a way to find the Qingsha Liu Demon disciples. They have obtained one-third of the Wanhua Demonic Art, which is also a great disaster!"

Zhuo Mufeng almost got happy. This old monk was a pragmatic man. He never mentioned the mysterious man, but instead targeted Qingshaliu first. He just didn't know if there was any selfish thought in it.

"Master Wumei's words are reasonable, but the identity of the mysterious person must be investigated clearly. If this person's mind is not right, I am afraid that another bloody storm will be caused by the world. We might as well go both ways."

The middle-aged man who was talking was about forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, quite handsome appearance, and a grand and calm atmosphere surrounded by his body.

"Nangong Chi, what you said is easy. How to check the problem?" On the other side, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheek immediately spoke out loud and mocked.

Zhuo Mufeng then realized that the handsome middle-aged man was originally from the Nangong family in Zhongzhou.

"We need to make a long-term plan on how to act. Now, the only way to do this is to wait for my elder brother to come back, and he can describe the internal situation to us, or find out the clues."

After all, this is the home court of the Oriental Family, and Dongfang Changwei spoke at the right time. When other masters from the holy land heard this, they knew that there was no better way, so they all remained silent.

At this time, another figure came out of the formation passage, either the lost top-level masters of power or the casual cultivators in the world, all of whom were happy to see the light of the sky again.

"Master, senior sister!"

A girl in white walked out with a confused face. When she saw Chu Yuhuan and Ling Luoyang, she cried loudly on the spot. Regardless of the number of people around her, she wiped her tears and rushed into Ling Luoyang's arms for comfort.

It was Baili Yan.

This girl was frightened and bumped into the fog. She also met two waves of magic masters on the way. She was also lucky. When she was in danger, she saw the formation passage, so she rushed in with the idea of ​​death.

Seeing the group of people in Yanyu Tower, Baili Yan seemed to be dreaming, holding Ling Luoyang tightly and not letting go.

Chu Yuhuan frowned, feeling that this little disciple was too embarrassing, but in the end he understood the other party's terrified emotions, he endured it and didn't speak.

Zhu Kejing shook her head speechlessly.

Brush.

At this moment, the two men who were chasing Baili Yan also rushed out. When they found that something was wrong, they immediately turned around and rushed back, but were popped up by the formation passage.

With a cold snorting, Zhu Kejing stood more than ten feet away and pointed a sword at the two of them. But seeing the sword energy was misty, it wrapped around the two of them with the wetness of raindrops.

After a few clangs, two big heads soared into the sky, and the incision at the neck was extremely smooth, and even the blood did not overflow because the sword energy was too fast.

"The person who chased you is dead, don't cry anymore." Zhu Kejing left a sentence and turned around and left.

At this time, Baili Yan heard the senior sister's whisper, raised her little face full of tears, and looked back with red and swollen eyes. After seeing two headless corpses, she screamed and shrank into her senior sister's arms.

Chu Yuhuan looked at her black lines.

On the other side.

Wu Guanting led Zhuo Mufeng and others to the Sanjiang League camp. His eyes fell on his wife and daughter, and he smiled slightly at them.

Miao Qingcheng's long-stolen tears finally slid down. Wu Yuanyuan had cried enough earlier, but now she was quite calm. She looked away from her father and looked at Zhuo Mufeng secretly.

Zhuo Mufeng smiled and blinked at him. Miss Wu felt her heart beating faster, her face turned red, she snorted secretly, and quickly looked away, but the corners of her mouth were only concerned about rising.

The matter of Wanhua's tomb was over. Wu Guanting did not want to stay for a long time, so he immediately decided to install it and return to Gusu City.

This time he was accrued to some extent in the tomb, but it was not a precious thing. When Wu Guanting thought of the masters who were killed, he felt guilty and regretful.

Zhuo Mufeng kept staring at several formation passages, and it was difficult to recover from his senses for a long time.

"Hey, what are you still watching? Dad said he was going back!" Miss Wu carried her hands on her back. Because there were others there, she pretended to be a bit alienated and casual.

Seeing that Zhuo Mufeng ignored him, Miss Wu followed her eyes and found that Ling Luoyang was holding Baili Yan and patting her back. Ling Luoyang's beauty was not much inferior to Wu Yuanyuan.

Miss Wu immediately raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Yo! It's so rare to see when standing so far. It's better to get closer so that you can see carefully."

Zhuo Mufeng still ignored her. His eyes passed by Ling Luoyang's sisters and found Wei Chen, Wu Yinyin, Lin Bai, Fan Xiaotian and other people who were walking out, and their hearts were tightened.

He looked at the camps of the Shenghai Gang, the Sifang Alliance, the Chunqiu Alliance and the Miaohua Pavilion. When he saw someone turning back when he heard the movement, he was so nervous that his blood solidified. Every minute and second at this time was extremely long in Zhuo Mufeng's feelings.

One breath.

Two breaths.

...

Ten breaths passed, and those who turned back from the four sects just glanced at Wei Chen and others, and then withdrew their gaze as if nothing had happened.

It seems that they don’t know about the Juyi Alliance fighting with the four factions. It should be that the people who survived that night did not enter the maze, or the people who entered were all dead.

Zhuo Mufeng didn't know that Meng Han was also here, and when Meng Han saw Wei Chen and others, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but it was not revealed.

Because once it is exposed, the things he has seen the Dragon Gate will be exposed. Wouldn't it be suspected that he is suspected of entering the Green Copper Gate?

Zhuo Mufeng, who didn't know all this, breathed a long sigh and realized that his back was already wet.

But what made him angry and anxious was that Wei Chen and his group did not leave immediately. Instead, they found a place nearby, just stood there, keeping a close eye on several formation passages.

During this period, Fan Xiaotian, Nongchuanmu and others found Wei Chen and his sister and said something. Wei Chen and Lin Bai ignored him with cold faces, while Wu Yinyin sneered and answered a few words.

It seemed that the persuasion was fruitless, Fan Xiaotian and others had no choice but to retreat.

Zhuo Mufeng suddenly understood that Wei Chen and the others were waiting for him, waiting for the untrustworthy Lin Xiaocao!

An unspeakable touch surged in his heart, and Zhuo Mufeng's nose felt a little sore. They would not understand that staying here for a while will give him an additional risk of exposure.

But for a person whose life and death are uncertain, they still did it without hesitation.

Zhuo Mufeng could even infer from the expressions of Wei Chen, Lin Bai and Wu Yinyin that in the hearts of the three, perhaps they thought their elder brother was already in danger.

Otherwise, Lin Xiaocao would never have gone to find them.

But just to find an answer, they would rather stay here at great risk.

This would not work. If anyone insiders suddenly come out, Wei Chen and others will undoubtedly die. Zhuo Mufeng quickly turned around and left.

Miss Wu, who was about to get angry, saw this guy so arrogant that she didn't even defend her. She was so angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven and the other Buddhas were born, so she quickly followed with a tense face.

Unfortunately, Zhuo Mufeng's martial arts skills are now higher than Wu Yuanyuan. After a while, Miss Wu lost Zhuo Mufeng's trace.

Zhuo Mufeng, who had been operating his light skills to 100%, quietly stalked, bypassing the bushes as fast as possible, and hid behind a big tree.

He estimated the distance between the two sides, tore off a piece of sleeve on his body, wrote a few words in grass juice, then grasped it into a ball, used his skills, and threw it at Wei Chen and others dozens of people outside, and he quickly retreated.

"who?"

After practicing hard for many days, Wei Chen gained a little, his ears and eyes were more sensitive than in the past. He turned around and flashed, and he caught the cloth one step faster than others.

He immediately recognized Lin Xiaocao's sleeves, and his face changed drastically. After reading it, he turned from sadness to joy to Wu Yinyin and Lin Bai who came up.

"It's good that the eldest brother is fine. Since he is inconvenient to show up, then we should not cause trouble here. Return to Sanyizhuang quickly and transfer the people there to the place where the eldest brother said."

Wu Yinyin smiled.
Chapter completed!