After killing several fire beasts, Gu Yuan smiled gloomyly at Yi Qiu.

Yi Qiu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He casually looked at Tang Long and Cao Mengni behind Gu Yuan, thinking that although these two people were amazing, it was not so easy to keep themselves in the Demon-Sealing Ridge.

The scene in front of me changed a little, and then the flying tripod flickered and fell to the ground.

Needless to say, I knew that when I arrived at the destination of this trip, everyone who saw his meridians also walked off the flying treasures they were riding on.

Among all the brilliances, light shields of various colors lit up on each person, protecting himself.

Although Yi Qiu didn't know how deep it was from this sunset place, wherever he stepped on, magma was pouring out from time to time, and rolling black and gray smoke was everywhere.

If everyone was not for all cultivators and had the lowest cultivation level of golden elixir, the high temperature here would probably not be able to bear it.

Not to mention the fire poison here, as well as the fire crows and fire beasts I encountered before.

Although the monsters here are not of very high level, the number is extremely large. If the flying magic weapons controlled by the eight sects were not extraordinary and the aura of the Nascent Soul was dispersed to the surroundings, they would have been besieged by fire crows and fire ants.

With Yi Qiu's current cultivation level, the heat and fire poison here have no effect on him. The digital physical cultivation is like Yi Qiu, without using the true energy shield like the Dharma practice, at most it will stimulate something you wear on your body.

What made Yi Qiu curious was that in this sect’s once-in-a-century ****, people from the Chu King City had also come, but when they arrived in this Fengmo Ridge, there were no cultivators in the Chu King City.

I just realized that there was a buzzing sound in the distance, and flying magic weapons rushed towards this place.

The monks of the Nascent Soul in the Eight Sects seemed to have known this, and they all looked at it.

Uncle Chu? The head of a flying magic weapon that looks like a shuttle. Who else is not the Uncle Chu in the King of Chu City?

In addition, the levels of several flying treasures are obviously not as good as those of the eight sects. Judging from their appearance, they are low-grade flying magic weapons, and their clothes are also different.

Are these people a casual cultivator? Yi Qiu thought to himself.

"Haha, Senior Chu, this time, you, King Chu City, are you leading a group of small families and casual cultivators here!" Xuanjian Sect Qibao laughed.

Uncle Chu nodded: "This once-in-a-thousand-year ban on the Moxiong Ridge is opened, so I will naturally come to join in the fun, not to mention that there are various small sects and some casual cultivators coming to my royal city to ask for it!"

"Senior Chu, you are so easy to talk to. All the juniors brought by the dangerous seniors of this Mo Ridge?" Tang Aotian said suddenly.

"As soon as you enter the Demon-Feng Ridge, life and death are your own choices!" Chu Bo said loudly.

After speaking, he even smiled kindly to Yi Qiu.

Yi Qiu was shocked and hurriedly bowed to Chu Bo. Chu Bo was like his master in Yi Qiu's heart, not to mention that his cultivation should be the highest here. He didn't know how powerful the Yuanshen realm was before, but now Yi Qiu knew that during the battle, he only saw Chu Bo, a cultivator in the Yuanshen realm, so he could also see the rare cultivator in the Yuanshen realm.

Then some representatives of the small sects and some small families greeted the monks of the eight sects, and several of them were not in the realm of the Nascent Soul. This made Yi Qiu think that the cultivation level of this small sect or the patriarch of a certain family was really low.

At the same time, I couldn't help but think that the eight major immortal cultivation sects in the world occupied almost half of the resources. Any sect was a senior with the Yuanhe realm of cultivation, while those small sects had the Jindan cultivation level and could be a family or a sect alone.

Therefore, in the world of immortal cultivation, there is often a saying that a certain sect was destroyed, and most of those who died were newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivators.

The heads of the Eight Sects did not pay much attention to the cultivators of the small sects, and just joked with Chu Bo from the King of Chu City.

The sect leader of this sect was originally the lord of the Jiuhua lineage. At this moment, Tang Aotian acted as if he was still the sect leader, and the lord of the Jiuhua lineage did not have any abnormal expression.

As everyone gave a greeting, Yi Qiu casually looked at the Chu King City and the major cultivators. After seeing this, he saw that their respective cultivation levels were coming. The minimum cultivation level of the eight sects entering this Demon Ridge was also the late stage of the Golden Pill.

However, there are as many as half of the people in the early stage of the Golden Pill, and they look very old. They may not be long before their life will end. Therefore, it can be seen that these people will try their best before their life is over when they enter the Demon-Feng Ridge. If they have the opportunity, they will get some strange medicine or some kind of treasure, and some strange technique, and then they may be able to advance to the Nascent Soul realm in the future.

However, Wan Xiu knew how difficult this was. It seemed that there were more than a thousand people who came with Chu Bo from the King of Chu City. In the end, there were probably only a few people who could truly have their own opportunities.

Senior Chu, let’s open the ban on this place in the Demon Ridge first and send a group of juniors in. Otherwise, the casual cultivators you brought may not be able to withstand the hot air here before they even entered! Qin Huan glanced at him and said to Uncle Chu casually.

Yi Qiu was shocked, as if Qin Huan was specifically targeting him. No matter what this person did before, Yi Qiu was still not sure whether he was sure that Qin Dan was killed by him. But now he said casually, and wished that Yi Qiu and others would enter the Demon Ridge as soon as possible, so there was a problem.

If he couldn't wait to let the Xuanjian Sect kill him, how could Qin Huan be so urgent? And a monk next to Qin Huan who was somewhat similar to Qin Dan smiled maliciously when he looked at him.

Wen Renxiang once told himself that Qin Huan had only one son, so this person was naturally not his son, but should be his Qin clan's son, and Yi Qiu also faintly felt a familiar aura from this person.

He was stunned, thoughtful, and then he sank his spiritual consciousness into the purple flame in the sea of ​​consciousness. Then he faintly felt the familiar aura on this boy's body, which was actually his angry dragon armor!

After the Angry Dragon Armor was handed over to him by the incense of the smell of the fragrance, he had moved his heart and practiced the sacrifice with his own purple flame. Now, at such a close distance, he could indeed feel the breath of the Angry Dragon Armor through the purple flame.

But now the aura of the Rage Dragon Armor is a little stronger than before. Thinking of what Qin Huan said before, the last step away from the Rage Dragon Armor is the best defensive armor. From now on, even the best magic weapon is difficult to break. Could it be that the Rage Dragon Armor is already the best magic weapon at this moment?

Thinking of this, Yi Qiu was shocked and couldn't help but feel happy. If this was the case, he would be careful of this person in the Fengmo Ridge, while thinking about killing him with the true demon thunder and fire beads given by his master. At that time, the angry dragon armor still belonged to him!

He smiled brightly at the person who was a little like Qin Dan, as if he came to Fengmo Ridge to give him treasures.

If it is ordinary, then Yi Qiu may not have taken a fancy to the Angry Dragon Armor. After all, there is still a magical weapon in the sea of ​​consciousness. Yi Qiu wanted to retake the Angry Dragon Armor because he was frustrated, secondly, because this armor was refined by Wen Renxiang and given to him after being personally refined by him, and thirdly, he was attracted by the defense of this armor.

This guy looks full of confidence, and he should have a great dependence on this angry dragon armor. It is also true that ordinary monks, not to mention the cultivation of the golden elixir, even seniors with the cultivation of the Nascent Soul cannot easily break through those wearing top-quality armor.

When Yi Qiu smiled at that person, you smiled at me, and I smiled at you, the eight sect leaders and Chu Bo walked forward in a row.

The person in the middle was not Chu Bo, who had the cultivation of the soul, but was the senior brother of Jian, the leader of Jianyi Sect. Looking at this person, it was like looking at a sharp sword rising into the sky, and he could give a blow to the sky at any time.

Chu Bo and Xuanjian Sect Na Qibao were all the people around this person, and the remaining six sects were sorted in sequence.

Behind these nine people were another ten Nascent Soul cultivators, and his junior brother Mo Wen was among them, and his master Xiaoxiang Haihu had been in front of him and had not left.

The master came this time and was doing everything he wanted. Otherwise, he would have to come with Junior Brother Mo Wen, and he would not have to come at all.

According to what Master and Wen Renxiang said, even if I had not watched myself and Mo Wen in front of this Demon Ridge, I would have been worried about my treasure disciple. In addition, if I really got the God-Slaying Sword when I came out of the Demon Ridge, because the God-Slaying Sword was originally a masterless thing, and the aura it emitted could not be concealed at all.

At that time, even the people of his sect, Chu Bo from the King of Chu City, would definitely compete with the masters of the world. At that time, he was there. Although the Yuanshen cultivator was not an opponent, even under the Yuanshen cultivation, even if he had the Xuantian treasure in his hand, the master was not afraid. After all, no one could underestimate the power of the flames of gods and demons.

When the eighteen Nascent Soul Seniors stood still, they looked at the face of their eyes full of solemnity.

Yi Qiu looked around and saw that there was nothing in front of these eighteen seniors, only gray-black smoke and the fire from the center of the earth that was not gushing out.

"Senior Chu, you can preside over the ban on the sealing of the Demon Ridge!" Qibao said to Chu Bo.

Uncle Chu nodded, then shouted: "Everyone, this place has a thousand years of reincarnation, and only the restrictions here will reveal a trace. At that time, please listen to my order and safely open the Demon Ridge!"

"Don't worry, Senior Chu, what do you say, what we do!"

"Yes, Senior Chu, you have been hosted by you for thousands of years since the opening of the Demon Ridge. Of course, we can also safely open this time!"

A group of Nascent Soul monks said one after another.

Uncle Chu nodded, then stopped talking, looked in front of him with his eyes, his expression so focused.

At the same time, the faces of the Nascent Soul monks behind him were also solemn. Looking at the same time, auras spread from the more than ten Nascent Soul monks. The fire poison and the flames here disappeared invisibly under the impact of these auras. The golden elixir monks who were about to enter the Demon-Feng Ridge were also looking forward to it. Then, as soon as the ban was opened, it would be the time for them to enter.
Chapter completed!