Man Huang Feng Bao

Hey! A yin wind chased out of the hall, with a piercing sound.

This voice is like a wolf crying, such as a whimper's whimper, it sounds like a screaming scalp, and the soul is shaking, it seems that the soul must fly out of the body.

Ye Chuan's body sits cross-legged on the ground, and the spirit retreats quickly. All the thoughts that have been sent out are returned.

"Be careful, cloud and sword!"

Zhu Sijia screamed loudly, and many of the Yunzi sects were smashing their swords, and the power of each other was superimposed. A fierce sword rushed into the sky, and the sword swayed to the back of the Yechuan spirit.

Zhu Sijia, who was guarded by Ye Chuan, directed the Yunzi sect to lay down the sword array and decisively launched an attack.

Hey!

The screaming screams rang again, and the smoldering winds that came out of the temple were twisted and twisted into a vaguely 100-meter-tall ghost. The mouth was wide, with a steel fork in his hand, and the wind of the wind. The country is somewhat similar, but it is even more horrible.

This fierce ghost waved a steel fork, the cloud and the sword gas actually had the feeling of cutting on the entity, all the clouds and sects of the disciples were shocked and pale. The body of the devil has shrunk in a circle. It seems that this blow also consumes a lot of power, but still catches up with the soul of Ye Chuan. Huo Ran has to open his mouth to swallow the soul of Ye Chuan!

The Qinglian lamp suspended on the top of Yechuan’s head suddenly appeared in the blue light and shrouded the square.

Under the blue light bathing, the injured cloud sect disciple feels warm and warm, and there is a warm current flowing slowly in the body, and the wounded soul quickly recovers. After being glauded, the ghosts of the yin and wind made a sorrowful sorrow, and a black smoke appeared on the body, and the body became smaller and smaller. After chasing Ye Chuan three meters behind him, when he was able to swallow the Yechuan spirits in one step, he finally dissipated completely, leaving only a mournful mourning between heaven and earth.

Ye Chuan's soul and body are combined into one, his face is white like a wall, without a trace of blood. For a long time, sitting cross-legged on the ground, the green light of the Qinglian lamp slowly returned to normal.

"Master, are you okay?" Zhu Sijia worried.

"Nothing, it has been restored."

Ye Chuan shook his head and waved the green lotus lamp. The soul and the wounds on the body recovered quickly, but I still remembered the scene in which God infiltrated into the temple.

"What is inside the hall?" Zhu Sijia asked, the cloud sect disciples all looked at him, and his face was full of fear and uneasiness.

The disciples who saw Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen sneaked into the partial hall. The group had just some people who couldn’t help but keep up. After seeing the gale of the wind, many people played the retreat.

"The chessboard, inside is a chessboard world, or a lot of chessboards. There are different people who may enter different chessboard worlds, just like the sarcophagus passage at the entrance. Before they get involved in the chessboard world, To pass through a dangerous zone of air tearing, if you accidentally step on the wrong footsteps, you will be rolled into the unknown world, and even if you are torn into pieces on the spot, it will be attributed to nothingness." Ye Chuan replied.

Many of the clouded disciples in the sword array were discolored.

In the distance, the thick fog is no longer rippling, more than half an hour has passed, and no one has ever appeared. According to the instructions of Ye Chuan, you can now break into the temple, but you see me, my disciples, I see you, many people have retired.

"There are different opportunities, and we can't force it. I am willing to explore this part of the temple and come with me. If you don't want to stay, stay here and find the passage to leave the world of the cave."

Ye Chuan faintly ordered, and got up and strode toward the temple.

Behind him, Zhu Sijia and more than twenty Yunzi disciples kept up, and the fat man Zhao Dazhi hesitated for a while, and he even followed.

Ye Chuan had some accidents. He looked back at the fat man. "Fat, are you not afraid of death?"

"Afraid, it is very dangerous in the temple. It is not safe to stay outside, but it is better to follow the master." The fat man honestly replied, everyone fainted. Fat guy, this guy is really embarrassing, seeing Ye Chuan is like seeing a thigh, holding it will not let go.

"Okay, this is right! Fat man, you don't keep up. After breaking into the temple, I really don't know who to let in the front. You are the most suitable." Ye Chuan smiled.

"Master, don't be kidding."

The fat man on the fat man trembled.

"I am not kidding, go, fat, you walk in front of the road, others are behind, hand in hand."

Ye Chuan directly reached out and pushed the fat man Zhao Dazhi to the front, glaring at his right hand, and said: "Fat, don't be afraid, you are really dangerous, the brothers will save you immediately. On the contrary, if the master is walking in front, suddenly I am afraid that no one can save me, and all the people will die in it."

Ye Chuan screamed, he was not kidding, he needed someone to help him explore the road ahead.

Together with Zhu Sijia, one by one quickly joined hands and lined up in the back of Ye Chuan, Zhao Dazhi, who had always been a timid fat man, was at the forefront.

"How come me every time I am unlucky?"

The fat man mourned, his body shivered and his legs were soft, and he did not dare to go without any effort. It is better to say that it is pushed forward by Ye Chuan.

The fog over the palace is getting weaker and lighter, and the magnificent palace is unfolding. The dark light behind the palace gate can't penetrate, like a mouth eating a giant beast. If you walk in, you will never come back.

The group walked in front of the palace gate, paused and looked around carefully.

"Master, I walked in, you must hurry."

The fat man did not dare to look at the human face snake stone carvings on both sides of the palace gate, and even dared not step past the threshold of the palace gate. After a while, at the urging of Ye Chuan, I closed my eyes and walked into the scalp. The voice shook with tears. The group of people walked hand in hand and disappeared into the darkness behind the palace gate.

A strange feeling quickly spread to the hearts of the people.

Inside and outside the threshold, like two different worlds that are isolated from each other, when you step into the palace gate, the sound outside is not heard. Seeing it in the blink of an eye, the fog is filled with thick fog everywhere, and you can only see the surrounding situation faintly. In the fog, the air is twisted and swayed, and an invisible whirlwind hovering around. In addition, there are many bubbles emerging from the ground, colorful and faint light, looks beautiful, like coming to a fairy-tale underwater world.

A clouded disciple walking at the end of the team was stunned. Some of them looked at each other for a while, and subconsciously reached out and touched a finger and touched a bubble rising from the front. A slamming sound, the bubble was lightly punctuated, at the same time, the body of this cloud sect disciple was shattered into the broken bubble, and the blink of an eye disappeared.

"Be careful, this is not a bubble. It's a small world that tears the air. If you get involved, you may not be able to get out of your life!"

Ye Chuan’s voice rang in everyone’s ear and his face was dignified.

Just now, his thoughts only sensed some of the conditions in the partial hall. When he came in and witnessed the bubbles, he could not help but numb the scalp. The right hand clenched the shoulders of the fat man, and the left hand clasped the small hand of Zhu Sijia, for fear that the two of them disappeared from the side.