"Then I really don't care about you."

Feng Lin grabbed Chi Ling's shoulders and said, "I still suggest you go back."

"Don't worry, I will definitely be fine."

Chi Ling gave Feng Lin a reassuring look.

"good."

Feng Lin nodded.

Chi Ling turned and left.

Her mother once said that there were many crises in these two ruins.

You have to at least temper the peak before you can enter.

But every relic can affect the future direction of the Jiuli people.

After her mother died, she was the only one left in Chi You's direct lineage.

In order to survive, she concocted a fake news.

That is, she knows the shocking secret of the Jiuli clan.

Only in this way, neither Li Hentian nor Chi Jinghong would kill her.

In fact, she doesn’t know anything except these relics!

If there really was a secret, her father would have used this secret to deal with the Tantai family.

How could one be willing to die rather than go to these two ruins?

However, Chi Ling is now more Buddhist.

She has no interest in the Jiuli tribe's comeback.

Now she just wants to read all the addresses of the ruins left by her mother.

She has already seen the other ruins.

I did find some exercises and treasures, but they were nothing outstanding.

Last time, she and Chi Qiaoqiao happened to pass by the ruins marked in red.

I just planned to go in and have a look.

Unexpectedly, I met Xuanyuan Pengju.

She had not originally planned to come to the ruins this time.

But the state published this address.

There will definitely be a lot of masters coming.

She couldn't wait. The treasures of her clan could never be taken away by others.

She could only come here in person.

Feng Lin didn't pay much attention to Chi Ling.

All he could think about now was how to rescue Xu Ruoying.

Therefore, he ignored one important thing: Chi Ling was from the Jiuli tribe.

…

As time goes by, more and more people gather here.

At this moment, several people wearing hoods appeared here.

They were wearing coats, both men and women.

Together, these people jumped into a dry well in the wasteland.

Feng Lin was sitting on a branch at the moment. He had seen the coat of one of the women.

It is Wen Huarong.

The rest of the people should be her friends.

"Someone got in."

I don't know who said it.

The next moment, Chi Jinghong also jumped into the dry well.

Other people around, seeing someone taking the lead, jumped in too.

Feng Lin hesitated and finally chose to follow.

There is no need for him to wait here.

Even if he waited until Xu Xianfan, he wouldn't be able to do anything.

Might as well go in and find the treasure.

After jumping into the dry well, the surrounding light changed from darkness to light.

Feng Lin fell onto a stone road.

There are no mountains around, but flat land.

In the distance, there is a magnificent black palace.

The palace occupies almost the entire ruins.

Standing like a mountain.

Feng Lin was amazed. This was the first time he saw such a huge palace.

Following the footsteps of everyone, Feng Lin came to the gate of the palace.

Here are the double doors.

Each door is thirty or forty meters high and about ten meters wide.

On the gate on the left, there is a sculpture of a bull's head, glaring and lifelike.

On the door on the right, there is a skull-like pattern carved on it.

It is worth noting that this skull has horns on both sides of its head.

The style is the same as the horn on the left.

Rumble!

Wen Huarong and others, who were the first to arrive at the palace, pushed the left door together.

The picture in front of me feels a bit funny.

However, several of them were in the Dacheng realm, and with their powerful strength, they still pushed the door open with a gap of two to three meters wide.

The onlookers looked at the door and found that it was about one meter thick.

Whoosh!

After Wen Huarong opened the door, Chi Jinghong was the first one to rush in.

Obviously, she saw something.

The rest of the people also followed one after another.

Just as Feng Lin was about to walk in, he found a woman wearing a black skirt, a white straw hat and sunglasses appearing in front of Feng Lin.

"Xu Xianfan!"

Feng Lin's eyes widened. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Xu Xianfan entered the palace.

Just leave one sentence, "Thank you for your address."

"Grass!"

Feng Lin cursed and followed immediately.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly felt someone was staring at him.

Before he could turn around, Bai Wu, wearing a beige skirt, appeared next to Feng Lin.

"Scared me."

Feng Lin rolled his eyes, "Where's Liu Nian? Didn't you follow?"

"I don't know, he might be dead."

Bai Wu glanced at Feng Lin calmly.

"You...you killed her?"

Feng Lin's pupils shrank suddenly.

"No, she left right after we finished talking. I just suspected that she was dead."

Bai Wu said calmly, "If you don't like it, I won't doubt it."
To be continued...