Shura God Emperor

Following the blood stains on the ground and the fierce aura of the monster beasts, Xiao Yu quickly traced to the location of Qiongqi, which turned out to be a dilapidated place similar to a temple.

This temple is extremely large, the whole is in a gray-black state, and the night is slowly dimming after tracking it all the way up.

The ruined walls and the rugged rocks may be the reason for the dark moon, and the surroundings are more mysterious and ancient.

This place is completely different from the tomb of the Western Region, and the depressive ancient atmosphere of the Southern Cloud Region.

Stepping into this area, it is more like there is a breath that seems to come from ancient times.

Inside the temple, it was dark, but for a level like Xiao Yu or a soul cultivator, it was no different from the daytime.

Xiao Yu hadn't even entered, suddenly a kind of fragrance wafted out.

"Someone?"

Some surprises appeared in Xiao Yu's eyes, because if it weren't for the fragrance, he wouldn't easily find someone inside.

And his first consciousness didn't find it, because the aura inside was almost hidden to the point that he didn't deliberately detect it and couldn't find it.

In short, the aura inside must be extraordinary!

At least it was different from the so-called true disciples such as Luo Yihong that Xiao Yu met.

And in this trial, those who can reach this level can be counted by one finger.

A move in his heart, this scent gave him a taste of deja vu.

"Who!?"

"call out!"

Before Xiao Yu stepped inside, all of a sudden, a group of pikes suddenly rushed out.

This white horse looks soft, but it is full of sharpness and a cold breath in it.

Xiao Yu frowned. This sharp edge was very powerful, but it contained a kind of murderous intent.

Even though the disciples who enter the assessment are all competitive in it, they show such a hostility, as if there is a **** hatred in it.

Xiao Yu snorted and pinched his fingers into a sword, and Mu Yi Qianblade suddenly swung out.

The white horse training was torn in half by Mu Yiqianblade on the spot, and it filled the temple like a broken bamboo.

Yes, Xiao Yu also carried a kind of murderous intent in it, and added a bit more strength in it.

The people inside are about to kill, can Xiao Yu still be kind?

"what?"

But who knows, the voice inside suddenly fainted, and then, Xiao Yu's Mu Yi Qianblade just lost its breath.

Xiao Yu frowned. It was not that Mu Yiqianblade had lost its breath, but that Muyiqianblade had been dissolved.

In other words, the person inside, when urging the white light to practice just now, did not have real strength, and also kept his hands.

Xiao Yu was silent for a while, a calm expression appeared on his face, and then he stepped in step by step.

The person inside didn't seem to be moving until Xiao Yu came in.

It was as dark as ink inside, and Xiao Yu stood at the door of the ruined temple, looking at the bright eyes, his heart was surging, but he quickly recovered his calm.

Xiao Yu searched for a location alone, found some wood, and raised a bonfire.

The fire light slowly illuminated the interior of the entire temple, finally revealing the figure inside.

It was a woman in white, frosty.

She wins the snow in white, has a refined temperament, and a face like a city. Even if she is exposed to the fire, she still has a sense of absolute dust in her body.

This person is surprisingly Zhao Xin.