Huangquan Town, stepping into the only entrance to hell. At this moment, thirteen huge imperial carriages were quietly stopped in the town, either magnificent, or blue halo, or purple aura soared into the sky... Each burst out with a surging divine light, and a powerful aura rose into the sky, causing the black clouds in the sky to surge violently like boiling water.

The terrifying aura swept across all directions and brought everything into a shock, making the whole world silent at this moment.

At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared. He held a silk book in his hand and there was an unconcealed divine light gushing out from it. An inexplicable aura emanated. Although it was thin, it gave people a feeling of suppressing everything.

The divine light emitted by the Thirteen-party imperial carriage was converging at the same time, as if expressing awe.

While breathing, the old man appeared before the imperial carriage. He glanced at him and spread the silk book casually.

boom--

The divine light suddenly soared into the sky, dyeing the entire sky golden, with endless majesty, making people want to kneel down and worship.

"Xuan, the ancestor of the Holy Clan. Those who have selected the Thirteen Daotongs into hell and kill the target can become the ninth disciple of the ancestor."

Each word exit contains a powerful will that cannot be resisted, causing the golden light to twist violently, forming corresponding words, floating in the air, gently rhythmic like the water surface, like the decree of a god, containing unparalleled majesty.

"Thank you for the gift of my ancestor!" The thirteenth carriage came from the thirteenth carriage, and it was filled with a strong confidence that no one else could do.

After reading it, the old man spread his palms, and the silk book flew up and rolled it up on its own like spirituality. The golden light and the written words flew back into it.

When someone completes the task, he will naturally be able to take it away as a token of worshipping the ancestor.

Swish-

In the golden carriage, a young man in golden robe appeared. His eyes had pupils and his body was filled with a blazing and vast aura, like a big sun shining everywhere. He looked up at the silk book that had recovered as before and slowly spoke, "This person will be the prey in my hands."

As soon as the words fell, a gentleman with a temperament stepped out in the carriage of the blue halo, and his elegant temperament was wearing a wide Confucian robe, with a smile on his face like a spring breeze. Between his eyebrows, there was a strong confidence in everything in control.

"Brother Jin is so bold! But Kong will do his best to do this." While speaking, a famous scholar appeared around him, as if he was reciting something, which made people feel impressed.

"The two brothers are determined to win, so my little sister is naturally unwilling to fall behind." In the purple light, a female cultivator walked out in a luxurious purple skirt. She had a warm smile on her face, but the noble atmosphere from her bones was enough to make everyone feel ashamed and dare not look directly at her.

When the three of them were talking, one monk came out of the other ten imperial carriages.

The common characteristic of these thirteen people is that they are young and then powerful!

Each breath is like the sun rising from the east, shining everywhere. Although it has not yet reached the peak of the sky, it has been able to become the pride of heaven in the entire Avici world.

"Let's talk nonsense, who will win the destiny? I will know how much better than it!" The young man in the pure black dragon robe sneered, took one step forward, and his body disappeared from the entrance of hell like a black lightning.

Another person touched, "That's right! Everyone, I'll take the lead."

Swish-

The light of inspiration flashed slightly, and his body had turned into a phantom, and disappeared in the flash.

The young man in the golden robe looked solemn and majestic, just like the Emperor of Heaven, and naturally had the supreme aura of dominating the eight directions. At this moment, he spoke lightly, "Since I have arrived, all of you are destined to return without success."

The extremely arrogant words spoken from him, but they did not feel any disgusting... It seems that this is what it should be!

boom--

The golden divine light burst out from inside his body. As he walked, it was like a moving scorching sun, as if it was slow and rushing into hell.

The young man in Confucian robe shook his head, and a little helplessness appeared on his face. "Brother Jin's character is the same as before." However, there was no uneasiness on his face, and he was still gentle and calm. At this moment, he bowed his hand slightly and smiled and said, "Sister Qingyun, I'll take a step first." His feet moved slightly, and before he could see his movements clearly, this figure appeared at the entrance of hell. He moved again and disappeared in front of everyone.

Wearing a purple luxurious long dress, Qingyun smiled gently, "Don't be anxious, brothers, wait for the younger sister."

Buzz —

A circle of purple light spread out, drowning her figure. When it dissipated, the woman was already missing.

At the same time, the monks walked out of the other imperial carriages and showed their magical powers and stepped into hell.

This is not only a way to show off one's strength, but also a deterrent to those who are in the process... The battle between them has begun now.

...

call out--

call out--

Two stunning rainbows, one in front and one behind, whistling and flying in the sky.

Mo Yu's brows gradually frowned, revealing a strange look, "With your cultivation, why did you come here?" He went deeper and arrived here, and had reached the deepest part of the central area. It also posed a great threat to the ordinary god king.

According to what he saw on that day, people in this industry had no strength to break into this place.

Qingyuan seemed not to notice his vigilance, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "We accidentally broke into a residual formation. We thought we could gain something, but we didn't expect to be directly teleported to the canyon."

Mo Yu frowned even more. There were few traces of people in hell. I have never heard of the remains of monks. Where did the residual formation come from? But if it was a pretext for weaving, I would definitely try my best to improve it as much as possible. How could I find such a big flaw?

After looking at Qingyuan, Mo Yu hesitated a little, temporarily pressed his suspicion, looked up and looked forward, with a serious expression in his expression.

If what Qingyuan said was true, then this canyon might not be as simple as he imagined.

After a moment, Qingyuan yelled softly, "We're here!"

In sight, two black peaks leaned against each other, leaving only a small gap.

Mo Yu stopped and his eyes flashed slightly. The canyon in front of him was too quiet, and there was no movement at all.

Could it be that things are really fraudulent?

Qingyuan didn't pay attention to his expression. Looking at the quiet canyon, his pretty face gradually paled, "Does...can't everyone... already..."

Before she could finish her words, her eyes turned red, wrapped in large tears.

Mo Yu sighed secretly and pressed his suspicion again. Maybe he really had the heart of a villain. But he didn't feel guilty about this. After all, there were very few monks like Qingyuan in the world. If he was not cautious, he might have died long ago.

Shaking his head slightly, Mo Yu's voice came out smoothly, "You have tried your best, don't think too much."

Before he could finish his words, a violent breathing suddenly came from the canyon, and the monk could vaguely hear the roar.

Qingyuan suddenly looked up with a look of surprise, "It's them!"

Swish-

The light of inspiration flashed, and her figure rushed out.

Mo Yu frowned slightly. According to Qingyuan's description, even if these people have their cultivation, it is difficult to support it until now even if they have treasures in hand. In addition to the strange calmness before, could it be... Looking at Qingyuan's figure ahead, Mo Yu sighed softly, hoping that he was thinking too much.
Chapter completed!