The people inside are divided into four camps, standing in the four directions of the east, west, north and south of the stone platform.
To the east, stood a man in black, with two swords on his back, one with a black hilt and one with a white hilt. He was slender and thin, and he looked like an out-of-body divine sword. , hard-edged. Although Han Yu has never seen this person, he can guess his identity, the Holy Son of Wuji Temple.
To the south, stood a man in white, gentle and elegant, giving people a tepid feeling, it was Zhao Jiajunjie Zhao Mingchen.
On the west side, is a woman wearing a colorful robe, her body exuding colorful rays of light, like a phoenix that is about to be reborn at any time, her hair is high and bulging, with a phoenix gold hairpin inserted, and she is elegantly dressed like a queen. With a golden mask on his face, only a pair of majestic phoenix eyes are revealed, with a tendency to look down on all directions.
Han Yu did not recognize this person.
To the north, there was a Linglong Treasure car parked, which was the car of Yu Qianshuang, the saintess of the Boundless Holy Land.
Four people, representing four forces, four forces. Although they have different temperaments, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Everyone exudes a powerful coercion, and a terrifying confrontation has already begun invisibly.
The moment Han Yu stepped into the palace, six eyes swept towards him.
These six gazes did not come from those four people, but from behind the Wuji Son (the Holy Son of Wuji Temple) and Zhao Mingchen.
Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao hid behind the Holy Son Wuji. Pang Xuan looked at Han Yu with a gloomy look that almost dripped with water. At this time, she was sitting cross-legged to heal her injuries, and Lu Chenhao had already passed out.
The power of burning blood has left terrifying sequelae. A royal body with a great future was reduced to a mortal body in one day.
Behind Zhao Mingchen are two acquaintances of Han Yu, Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang.
The gaze that looked at Han Yu was also full of hostility. The two brothers and sisters walked towards Han Yu involuntarily.
As for the four people, only Zhao Mingchen glanced at Han Yu, and the rest didn't even look at Han Yu.
There are these eight people in the entire fifth-layered palace.
"The surname is Han, you are really too self-sufficient, can you come in this place too?" Zhao Mingguang sarcastically said in a deep voice.
"You can come in, why can't I?" Han Yu responded forcefully.
Zhao Mingguang's face shuddered, he was able to enter here entirely because of Zhao Mingchen, otherwise, with his strength, he would not be qualified to enter at all.
"Han Yu, last time there was Hua Luocan who supported you and let you escape, this time I see who can support you!" Zhao Mingxi said coldly.
On that beautiful face, there was a hint of viciousness, which was really not beautiful.
"It's just you?" Han Yu pouted and walked slowly towards the two of them.
"Boom!"
The breath on his body, like a volcanic eruption, gushed out instantly. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang were photographed facing each other, they groaned, and hurriedly retreated.
"Wu Wang Bazhong?" Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang both widened their eyes and looked at Han Yu in disbelief.
Even Zhao Mingchen turned his head to look at Han Yu, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Shh!"
Suddenly, two substantive gazes shot out from the Linglong Treasure Car, and Yu Qianshuang inside was obviously also surprised.
But soon, those eyes dissipated, and Yu Qianshuang didn't say anything.
Zhao Mingchen turned his head back and said nothing.
As for Holy Son Wuji and the woman with the golden mask, they still didn't even look at Han Yu. Even if Han Yu showed good cultivation, he wouldn't be able to get into their eyes.
Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang's faces became extremely ugly. When they came out this time, each of them got an emperor's soldier as a magic weapon. took them. In this way, even if they have the body protection of the emperor's soldiers, I am afraid they are not Han Yu's opponents.
Brother and sister, it is not possible to enter or retreat for a while.
Zhao Mingxi felt the most uncomfortable in her heart. She was one of the top ten heroes of the Zhao family. Although she ranked at the bottom, she was also named a genius.
The last time she was defeated by Han Yu, because Han Yu used the emperor's soldiers, she didn't care. But in just a few months, Han Yu's cultivation level jumped from lower than her to higher than her, which made her unacceptable.
"Come back." Zhao Mingchen called out.
He has played against Han Yu and knows how powerful Han Yu is. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang teaming up are definitely not Han Yu's opponents.
Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang's expressions changed, and they finally retreated unwillingly.
Even if they hated Han Yu completely, and even looked down on Han Yu, they had to bow their arrogant heads in the face of absolute strength.
Han Yu glanced at Zhao Mingchen lightly, and his eyes slowly moved to Pang Xuan.
Pang Xuan was still staring at Han Yu with venomous resentment. At this time, her fear was gone, and there was still a cruel sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Han Yu slowly walked towards Pang Xuan. The Promise Son made him feel the pressure, but this person will kill.
"Shhh!" Suddenly, Holy Son Wuji turned his head to look at Han Yu, with two sharp rays of light in his eyes. In his eyes, the sword qi is evolving, one is evolving into three, and three is evolving into nine... After being transformed into countless paths, it returns to one, and the cycle goes back and forth.
People dare not stare at his eyes, it seems that those sword lights can destroy people's souls.
This is a horrible person!
However, Han Yu was not afraid, looked at the Holy Son of Wuji indifferently, and walked step by step.
"In front of this holy son, do you still want to kill?" Wuji holy son said coldly, his voice was colder than his sword.
"No matter who wants to protect her, she will die!" Han Yu responded in a deep voice, his momentum getting stronger and stronger.
"Hmph, I'm not self-sufficient!" Zhao Mingguang sneered again and again, the fear of the Wuji Holy Son, it is recognized, if you really let go of the hands and feet to fight, I am afraid that few of them can fight with the Wuji Holy Son in the field.
Han Yu dared to openly provoke the Holy Son of Wuji, no doubt he was courting death.
While talking, Han Yu put away the broken sword. This move made the eyes of the woman with the golden mask light up.
Han Yu is showing his attitude, even if you are the Holy Son of Wuji, I can fight you without any help.
The Holy Son of Promise is the existence at the top of the pyramid of the younger generation, Han Yu is such a powerful self-confidence.
Zhao Mingxi, Zhao Mingguang, and Pang Xuan sneered, Han Yu's move was not self-confidence, but arrogance in their opinion.
"The saddest thing in a person's life is not being able to see how much he weighs!" Zhao Mingxi's undisguised irony.
"roll!"
Holy Son Wuji whispered a word without any movement, but this word seemed to contain infinite power. Suddenly there was a gust of wind around, and a sharp sound of breaking the sky sounded, like a meteorite streaking across the sky.