Chapter 81

The plane channel continued to shrink, and Feng Yun Wuji quickly rushed towards the other end of the channel. The figures of Gu Yuetian and the other two had disappeared first. Feng Yun Wuji followed, and from the entrance of the cave that was gradually less than half a person tall, he suddenly became clear in front of him.

A familiar breath came to the end of his nose. Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but close his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted in his heart: "I'm finally back."

kill!

Suddenly, a loud shout of killing came into his ears, and followed by the sound of strong crossbows breaking through the air, and the dense sound of crossbow arrows leaving the strings filled the air. Feng Yun Wuji was shocked and opened his eyes. He saw countless soldiers in armor and obviously divided into two camps fighting together below, with blood floating below, and on both sides, countless dense bows and arrows shot towards him like locusts. Unfortunately, Feng Yun Wuji was just above the center of the battle between the two sides.

Seeing that the dense crossbow arrows were about to shoot, Feng Yun Wuji suddenly opened his hands and stretched out to both sides, his long hair flew, and his robe sounded, but after hearing the sound of "Stop!", the crossbow arrows in the sky actually stopped in the air. Feng Yun Wuji swung his palms, and tens of millions of arrows threw away from both sides and disappeared into Qingming.

Feng Yun Wuji's eyes swept coldly from below, and found that the entire battlefield was quiet. Both sides who fought desperately stopped and looked up, looking up at the top with a stunned expression. Feng Yun Wuji had no interest in these soldiers at all. His eyes flew over the rear of the soldiers on the right and stopped in a gorgeous chariot. On the car, a middle-aged beard wearing a crown and a somewhat majestic aura had a pair of eyes shining brightly, and his eyes were stuck on himself.

"God!"

Noise sound drifted from the battlefield below, and then Feng Yun Wuji saw countless soldiers leaning down and kneeling down. The wind blows from the south, carrying a bloody aura. Feng Yun Wuji Wuxia cares about these ordinary soldiers, glances at the southern sky, and speeds away, and disappears on the battlefield in an instant.

Seeing that the soldiers were no longer seen, Feng Yun Wuji suddenly stopped, and a bad feeling came to his heart: Where is Gu Yuetian? Leng Ruoshuang? What about Mo Liye? Didn’t they come out first? Why didn’t they see it?

Feng Yun Wuji wanted to go back and take a look, but after thinking about it, it would be enough to forget it. It was already shocking enough, and it would be better to use the spiritual sense. Thinking of this, Feng Yun Wuji spread the spiritual sense and scanned it within a radius of thousands of miles. However, what made Feng Yun Wuji feel cold was that there was no breath of three people within a radius of thousands of miles. Mo Liye and others were ascended people at least. Hundreds of years of ancient practice have been greatly improved. Their skills are not comparable to those of ordinary martial artists, which makes them easy to separate from the people around them. However, under the search of Feng Yun Wuji's spiritual sense, there was no trace of them. After several attempts, Feng Yun Wuji had to give up.

The opening of this plane channel is probably changing constantly, Feng Yun Wuji thought of it.

Fengyun Wuji is not in a hurry, he is just scattered and will meet sooner or later. The most important thing at the moment is to prevent individual ascenaries from being together, and then ascend together to avoid heaven making a fuss about promises.

Feng Yun Wuji thought about it, and flew through the air, a distance of thousands of feet passed by in an instant. In the sky, a small town had appeared in his eyes. Feng Yun Wuji was overjoyed and was about to look over and suddenly felt a strong smell of blood floating up below, and his brows frowned slightly. Feng Yun Wuji fell from the sky and fell gently in the place where the smell of blood came.

This is a vast green mountain. The peaks are covered with a very large range. There are clouds and mists on the top of the mountain. Next to the official road at the foot of the mountain, two deep ruts are just enough for a carriage to pass along the path, passing by several big trees, and extending to the mountain. Following the traces left by the ruts, Fengyun Wuji walked all the way up the mountain covered with clouds. Soon, under the ruts, a pool of blood appeared in the middle of the ruts.

A few steps away, Feng Yun Wuji found a corpse that had been smashed to pieces by stones under several rocks falling from the top of the mountain. Blood from the tent flowed out from the bottom of the stone, and it was dark black and semi-solidified. A few steps forward, a man in a blue and white martial arts uniform looked frightened and fell to the pile of gravel on the side of the road. A spear pierced his body all over, fixing his body above the gravel.

The further forward, the more corpses were there, the path was cliffs on one side and the cliffs covered by clouds, which were very steep. On the side of the cliff, the rocks were covered with messy sword marks, and some broken flags from different sects were inserted obliquely on the path. Further forward, a black carriage was hung on a pine tree near the cliff, and the bottom frame of the carriage was completely broken. A wheel fell not far from the carriage. The stiffness that should have been covered with horses on the shaft of the carriage had long been broken, and a pale arm stained with blood came out of the curtain of the carriage.

The further forward, the more corpses were, the more flags of various colors were inserted into each section of the road. It was the symbol of various swords in the world. Broken swords and broken swords were everywhere, and there were signs of fierce fighting. Walking forward, a series of melee situations appeared in Feng Yun Wuji's mind, with blood flowing on his head and corpses everywhere. When Feng Yun Wuji's footsteps were at his feet, there was already a cliff of unknown depth. The clouds were steaming under the cliff, and the fog was blowing. The fog was shaken. The outline of a mountain opposite appeared faintly at his eyes.

An unparalleled spiritual sense burst out, searching within a hundred miles of this range, under the cliff, there were many corpses wearing different sects, who had fallen into flesh mud, and were difficult to distinguish. In the consciousness, between the two cliffs, there was a thick iron cable covered by clouds and mist connecting the two ends. If Fengyun Wuji had not been extremely powerful, it would be difficult for ordinary people to discover it.

He gently poked out his foot and stepped down. A sound of iron chain oscillation came from his feet. Feng Yun Wuji stepped on the iron chain, like walking on the ground. Although there were strong winds on both sides, no matter how the iron chain under his feet vibrated, Feng Yun Wuji did not move at all, and walked steadily towards the opposite side.

Before walking a few steps, Feng Yun Wuji's heart moved slightly and squatted down on the iron chain. In the middle of the chain formed by the iron circle, a broken arm was inserted into the ring hole. Next to the broken wall, a dark gray, hard hair was sandwiched between the two iron circles. Feng Yun Wuji carefully pulled out the dark gray hardness and put it in front of him. After looking at it, he was very strange in his heart. How could this hair look like something from a non-genus monster appear here? Could it be that these people admired the monsters caught from the mountains and lakes when they gathered?

The fog in front was getting thinner, and lights came from the front. Feng Yun Wuji tiptoed at his feet, and he didn't look like an arrow from a string, and he didn't reach the place where the lights came...
Chapter completed!