There were thirty or forty corpses of wandering warriors lying at the bottom of the river bed. Dark red bloodstains flowed along the texture and cracks of the rocks. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which was indescribably weird and eerie.
"It's the domineering grandsons of the Starfall Sect again." The sinister Wang Juefeng glanced at these people and could tell the cause of their death from their wounds.
For some reason, Ding Hao was suddenly filled with rejection and contempt for the name Starfall Sect.
Li Muyun muttered something and used purple flames to cremate these bodies.
Ding Hao used his mysterious power to alert, and quietly approached Li Lan, whispering: "This place is a bit weird, be careful."
Li Lan nodded slightly.
"Chi..." Lu Kuang, the purple-shirted Nanyuan man who was walking in front, sneered. He obviously heard the conversation between the two and was quite disdainful. He should be mocking Ding Hao for being too timid.
Ding Hao said nothing.
He hoped that his worries were unnecessary and his feelings were wrong.
Until he climbed up the stone wall on the other side of the river and arrived at the gate of the giant city, the ghostly air-conditioning finally disappeared from Ding Hao's feeling, as if it had never appeared before.
The little cute cat behaved a little more normally, and began to purr lazily again.
Walking into the giant city along the mottled stone road, you are greeted by a lifeless ruins.
This is an ancient city that has been completely abandoned. Some statues and pavilions have collapsed, and traces of the battle not long ago are still preserved on the ground. The mysterious energy of various attributes is entangled in the air. It can be seen that not long ago, the various sects tried to break through this place. How much power was spent on the ancient ban.
Balls of phosphorus fire floated among the ruins, bringing a little light.
It's literally a ghost town here.
However, all the various magical weapons, elixirs, mysterious weapons, secret books and treasures that were once preserved here have been swept away by the nine sects, leaving nothing behind.
The tens of thousands of wandering warriors, casual cultivators and master disciples of other huge sects who had poured in earlier did not know where they had gone. The huge city seemed empty. You could not even hear footsteps, and the atmosphere had an indescribable atmosphere. weird.
In the blink of an eye, everyone should have arrived at a cross square in the center of the giant city.
In the center of the square, there is a huge statue that is 100 meters high. The face of the statue has been blurred, and the stone giant sword in its hand has been broken into three parts from the middle, but there is still a sharp aura coming towards the face. The aura of ancient times was almost suffocating, as if this huge stone statue might come back to life at any time.
"Okay, let me talk about the next arrangements." Liu Suifeng glanced at the giant stone statue, turned to look at everyone, and said: "Our location is the first floor of this ancient sect's ruins. All the things here are All places have been searched and nothing has been missed, so there is no risk value. Our main targets are the second and third underground floors."
Everyone listened quietly.
He continued: "There are five roads on all sides of this cross square, leading to five different areas on the second underground floor that are not connected to each other. From now on, we will be divided into five teams, teachers and disciples from each school, Add a third-generation disciple, each choose a direction, everyone will take a short rest here, and then set off immediately to the second level of the ruins."
He is the leader of this trial, so if he says it, no one will object.
After everyone took a short rest in the square, exercised their energy and breath, and replenished water and food, they were divided into five teams. The sinister Wang Juefeng and another third-generation disciple named Ma Yifei took Ding Hao and Li The three disciples, Lan and Lu Pengfei, chose the path due east.
Liu Suifeng and the chief teacher of Baishan Intermediate School took Li Muyun, Liang Feixue and Chen Sheng and chose the southwest direction.
Sequoia West Courtyard chose the west.
Zishan Nanyuan chose Zhengnan.
Huangshan North Campus chose true north.
Each of the five teams has a chief instructor and a third-generation disciple. This grouping is indeed the most reasonable method.
There is no doubt that from the perspective of the sect, this is another special inspection of the disciples of the Fifth Academy.
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The entrance to the second underground floor from the east direction is about ten kilometers later, on the side of the steps of an extremely grand temple.
This is a hole blasted out by a powerful force, a well-preserved spiral staircase that rotates and extends vertically into the unknown darkness.
Even though the sinister Wang Juefeng usually laughs and likes to stir up hatred and seems to have no integrity, at this time, his performance is still extremely reliable. He uses Xuan Gong, burning with light yellow flames all over his body, and will Ding Hao and the other three were enveloped in it, showing a powerful momentum.
The five people walked down the spiral staircase step by step.
This feeling is like walking in a dark hell, and everyone can only hear their own footsteps and breathing.
He didn't know how long he had gone down, but Ding Hao estimated that he had gone at least another five hundred meters underground.
Finally, a fierce shouting and fighting sound came from the west.
"Go away, who dares to compete with me? I discovered this magic sword first."
"Haha, treasures belong to those who are virtuous. Wang Hu, I advise you to keep the knife and leave. Don't risk your life for a moment of greed!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him? Let's go up side by side, chop him into pieces, and grab the magic sword!"
After various shouts, there were several more screams, the sound of weapons hitting each other continued, and you could vaguely see the clusters of fleeting sparks produced by the violent impact of metal in the darkness.
"Stop fighting now, someone else is coming!"
Upon noticing the arrival of Ding Hao and others, the two sides who were fighting gasped and retreated, looking towards the place where the footsteps came from with hostility, for fear that someone would come to compete with them for the so-called magic sword.
But soon, the eyes of this group of people became dull, and their faces showed a look of despair.
Ask the Sword Sect!
The person who came was actually someone from the Wenjian Sect.
Let’s not talk about the majestic power of Wenjian Sect. Let’s just talk about the bearded man with a coquettish face walking at the front. His whole body is burning with golden mysterious flames. He is like the God of War coming out of the Dark Lord. He is two or three meters away. Ten meters away, the aura revealed already made them tremble.
It seems there is no way to save it.
The two sides looked at each other with a wry smile, and the hostility dissipated a little. If I had known that everyone would sit down and discuss it carefully, now they would recruit people from the Wenjian Sect, and they would lose their lives and money.
The two groups of people were thinking about handing it over and left quickly...
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