The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Looking at the approaching Futian Palace Gate, Wang Que's tension became stronger and stronger. In his eyes, the Futian Palace Gate was like a bloody mouth, and they were like the "feed" that was fed actively.

In a trance, Wang Que heard Huang Xiaozhu's voice transmission: "Master, if we don't run away now, we may not be able to escape. I will burst out with all my strength later. Master, run away!"

Wang Que's mind returned and he immediately sent a voice back: "No, we will not die if we can counter the moves!"

"But Master, you don't know Yin-Yang Taoism."

"They don't either, not to mention that they have never seen what the real Yin-Yang Taoism looks like."

Wang Que looked at the Futian Palace Gate and forced himself to calm down: "If I can't break the seal, I will say that my cultivation is not enough. I don't believe they will kill us immediately!"

"Then... okay."

After a few breaths, Xu Long led everyone to disappear at the Futian Palace Gate...

Darkness, deep and deep darkness.

The thick darkness suppressed Wang Que's soul power and prevented it from leaving the body.

Wang Que's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Just when he was about to burst out the power of heaven and earth, the voice of Xuantian Taoist beside him suddenly sounded: "You don't need to be so tense. We are now in the passage to the Floating Heaven Palace. There is no danger here."

Wang Que turned his head. He could feel Xuantian Taoist still pinching his shoulder, but he couldn't see Xuantian Taoist's figure at such a close distance.

The power of the soul was also suppressed. At this moment, he was like a blind man.

He gritted his teeth slightly and carefully released a trace of annihilation. He didn't like this unknown and extremely dangerous feeling.

This trace of annihilation was not suppressed by the Floating Heaven Palace, and the spread of this trace of annihilation made Wang Que see a frightening scene!

In this extremely dark passage, countless eyes were staring at them.

These eyes revealed desire, and their sights kept twisting as they moved forward...

Wang Que gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, pretending not to see these eyes.

At this moment, an eye fell off the wall of the passage and flew straight to Wang Que's eyes, staring at him. It seemed that Wang Que could see it.

The eyeball was less than a hair's length away from Wang Que's eyes. If it got any closer, it would touch them.

Wang Que's heart stopped beating instantly. He didn't move, and his eyes didn't change at all.

In this way, a few breaths of time passed slowly, and the eyeball showed a faint doubt, because it couldn't see Wang Que's abnormality.

And these few breaths of time seemed like the past few years for Wang Que. The fear from the depths of his soul made his back cold and numb!

Suddenly, the darkness in front of him disappeared, and what came into view was a brilliant and boundless starry sky.

This starry sky was magnificent and mysterious, and at 10,000 meters and 100,000 meters on both sides of the dragon head, a small number of monks exuding the breath of sky bridges were fighting with something here.

Taoist Yunlong didn't even look at the sky bridges and directly rushed into the starry sky.

Ten thousand meters later, a golden rune formation appeared. This formation connected the sky and the ground to form a huge arc that isolated the starry sky.

Outside the formation was the outermost part of the starry sky.

Wang Que looked around and whispered: "Senior, why don't these sky bridges enter this formation?"

The old monster Wanhua was no longer arrogant. He was very serious at this moment: "The monsters outside this nameless formation are at most the monsters of the sky bridge realm, and the weakest monster inside the formation is Chongxu. Look at these sky bridges... do they dare to come and die?"

"So that's it." Wang Que nodded and said no more, but the sense of death in his mind still did not weaken.

During this journey of cultivation, Wang Que had entered quite a few secret realms.

But those secret realms did not make Wang Que feel the threat of death.

And this Floating Sky Palace... Wang Que could feel the crisis of death just by looking at it from the outside. After entering this time... the sense of crisis was even stronger.

This is really the first time I have encountered such a weird and terrifying secret realm.

What is the origin of this Floating Sky Palace? Which powerful person left this place?

"Hiss..." Wang Que heard Cang's voice in his mind: "Why does this place... give me a faint sense of familiarity?"

"Old Cang, what do you mean?" Wang Que's heartbeat quickened, and he urgently needed to know some information.

Cang's voice continued to be heard: "When did you call me Old Cang?"

Wang Que thought: "You are just calling me randomly? You call me Little Master, Young Master, Xiao Que, and Boy, but I have never heard you call me that."

"I am happy to do so. I am your ancestor, so I can call you anything."Wang Que: "Okay, then I'll call you ancestor."

"Forget it, I can't bear this, it's up to you."

Wang Que: "Don't talk nonsense, think about when you have been exposed to this kind of breath."

Cang: "I must have been exposed to it before, or the ancestor of our Mirage Clan brought me to it."

"Then what?"

Cang's voice was helpless: "This part of the memory seems to be not something that can be unlocked in the Chongxu realm. I can't remember, I really can't remember, I can only feel familiar."

Wang Que clenched his fist slightly: "Then do you feel we are hostile or friendly?"

Cang laughed twice: "Well.........To be honest, I hate this kind of breath."

"That's it." Wang Que loosened his fist: "This is definitely hostile."

Cang hummed: "It's hard to say, but our luck shouldn't be that bad."

"I hope so, now we can only take one step at a time." Wang Que glanced around. Since entering the nameless formation, the starry sky around him has been slightly distorted.

The virtual dragon flew about a thousand miles and landed on a huge suspended black stone.

Everyone looked at Xuantian Taoist, who took out the tortoise shell and copper coins without any nonsense and started to tell fortunes.

Wang Que's eyes moved slightly when he saw this, but he didn't say anything. No one disturbed Xuantian Taoist.

About half an hour later, Xuantian Taoist raised his head and said, "Retreat, we shouldn't stay here for long!"

Upon hearing this, Yunlong Taoist urged the virtual dragon to turn around and fly back without any hesitation.

The thousand-mile distance was quickly returned, and everyone left the nameless formation again.

The virtual dragon was suspended outside the nameless formation, and everyone was looking inside the formation.

Daluo Shou said in a muffled voice: "Xuantian, how long will this 'high tide' last?"

Xuantian Taoist half-squinted his eyes: "It's hard to predict, we can only act according to circumstances."

Wanhua Old Monster was also serious: "How many days will the 'high tide' last?"

Xuantian Taoist raised his head slightly: "Right now."

"Right now?" Wanhua Old Monster's face suddenly changed and he turned his head to look inside the formation.

I saw a series of surging black waves in the starry sky in the formation. These waves did not show any threat, but they could make Xuantian Taoist and the eight Yuxu retreat outside the nameless formation...

Soon, a series of black waves hit the nameless formation, stirring up waves, but no matter how the waves hit, the nameless formation did not move at all.

Wang Que stared at the black waves and tried to see something, but no matter how he looked at it, the waves looked very ordinary.