The temple hall with dizzy vision was filled with a strong atmosphere of decay.

The ground was a little thick with dust. As long as the toes were lit, dust was raised and flying in the air, mixed with some debris such as fallen leaves, stones, utensils, and utensils. Obviously, no one has visited here for a long time.

In front of Feng Jueyu, there were fifteen tombstones that were more than one person tall. Each tombstone was like a door, filled with its unique divine luster, as if thousands of starry lights were flowing out from the other end of the tombstone portal.

After some observation, Feng Jueyu found that the fifteen tombstones were arranged in a staggered manner, with front and back, inside and outside, which seemed a little messy.

But among these fifteen complete tombstones, there are many broken tombstone fragments, sprinkled on the ground in a mess.

Feng Jueyu frowned and saw the strangeness here.

"There should have been many tombstones here before, but only these fifteen pieces cannot be destroyed. Because they are the portals of Zhouxu Space, they are stronger and stronger than real tombstones. Has there ever been a formation set up here?"

Feng Jueyu felt suspicious. What he was confused about was that with his formation cultivation, it was easy to see that if a formation was set up here, the fifteen tombstones would be the gateway to the other end of the formation.

But what kind of formation is there that there are fifteen portals left.

If it is to protect something, one formation portal is enough, and fifteen portals seem a bit redundant.

"There is only one possibility. This place is the real portal of the Burial Monument Tower. The people who built this place have no confidence in their own formations, so they use fifteen portals to disrupt audio-visual and use them to hide the real portal."

"There is only one tombstone here, which way will it be to actually enter the Burial Monument Building?"

Feng Jueyu glanced at the fifteen tombstones and smiled bitterly in a moment. He was because he was pretentious. The formation here must be arranged by the powerful gods. If there is a problem with the portal itself, then with his own cultivation, he would not be able to see the secrets.kΑnＳhúwu.ξà

So even if you want to break your head, you may not be able to find the real portal.

Looking at the messy appearance of the formation here, it must have been greatly damaged, which means that this formation must not have any power.

From this point of view, these fifteen portals are most likely all real, but perhaps they will lead to different areas in the Burial Monument Building.

I guess Feng Jueyu didn't think much, so he directly chose the portal where Yao Yezi escaped and chased in.

When his body passed through the tombstone portal, Feng Jueyu felt a chill coming on his body. Before he could sense the discomfort, he felt the vision in front of him sway for a while, and he appeared in a new area.

Feng Jueyu was about to see where he was. Before he could observe the environment, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and then he felt a cold shoulder, as if something was caught.

Swish!

His expression changed, and he suddenly reached out to grab it at his shoulder, feeling that the thing he had bought was soft and seemed to have not caught anything.

When he turned around, he suddenly saw a dark blue face, grinning at his elbow teeth.

This is a ghost-like existence, without feet, only the lower limbs are blocked by a cyclone, and the upper body is a demon body, majestic and strong, with a silver metallic luster, like metal pouring.

Looking at the monster with a grimace on his neck, Feng Jueyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he knew what he had encountered.

Resentful God!

There is a resentful god in the Burial Monument Tower!ωωw.ΚＡЙδhυ㈤.net

Not daring to think too much, Feng Jue stretched forward with his fingers and grabbed the resentful god with a grimace.

In fact, he couldn't do it anymore, because the thing he grabbed him was a claw of a resentful god. His yin energy was heavy, his five fingers were like hooks, which were comparable to a sharp weapon, and he had already attacked him.

Bang!

Feng Jueyu's reaction was very fast in desperation. He stretched his palms and fingers forward, and when he spread his palms, several sword-blazing sword energy had already ejected out, slapped out on the face of the resentful god.

Resentful gods, the dead spirit ghosts, will attack creatures indiscriminately.

In the past two months since entering the road, Feng Jueyu has encountered so many times that he would not have surprised him.

As the sword energy exploded, the resentful god had not waited to show his power, and the sword energy in his palm was pierced with holes, making sometimes sharp and sometimes hoarse wailing sounds, and then disappeared.

Although there was no danger at this moment, Feng Jueyu was still shocked. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have suffered a great loss under the hands of the God of Resentment.

Fortunately, the strength of this resentful god is only about six turns, which is not a threat to you, otherwise it would not be so easy to escape without being able to escape.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu looked around, but when he saw this, he was stunned.

Under his feet was an empty plain with very few plants, and the ground was full of weeds, but the highest was only to the ankle. You could occasionally see one or two trees, which were quite far from him. But what shocked him was that in addition to this lonely and empty plain, there were resentful gods that could be seen everywhere in the naked eye wandering on the plain.

And right beside me, there were more than dozens of resentful gods with a body of about two meters coming towards me.

Not far ahead, Yao Yezi was also trapped in prison, fighting fiercely with a large number of resentful gods in front of him, less than two hundred meters away from him.

"Yan Yezi! Let's see where you run."

Feng Jueyu's eyes turned cold, and the sound was like thunder, exploding to the plain.

"Feng Jueyu, you are really in a state of dispersion. You have a spirit to come and chase after you."

Yao Yezi's delicate body trembled, and he roared, looked back and rushed forward immediately.

Even if Feng Jueyu wants to catch up with the demon Yezi, it is not easy, because at this moment, there are at least ten resentful gods surrounding him, and more are rushing towards him.

Both him and Yao Yezi were surrounded by a large number of resentful gods, and the inner and outer layers were invisible.

The resentful god is the mortal enemy of living creatures. They will attack any living creatures without any difference, so there is only one way before Feng Jueyu, that is, he must be killed faster than the demon Yezi in order to catch up with her.

And Feng Jueyu is naturally not a problem with this matter.

"Shawk, don't worry, I'll be there soon."

Feng Jueyu snorted coldly, slapped his sword and rushed forward.

There is an unknown area with no obstruction around it, but there are countless resentment gods.

It is like a general leading a soldier who is dead, and he must rely on his courage to kill the heaven of birth.wǎp.kāΝsＨμ⑤.net

When Wuding's sword intent was activated, the overwhelming sword shadow covered the land ten feet in a radius. His sword intent was smooth and smooth. It was like flowing clouds and water. The golden divine light representing the power of Taoism rose and spread, and one resentful soul after another dissipated and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Feng Jueyu walked forward with his sword, as fast as the wind, and no matter how many resentful gods were, he could not stop him.

Because most of the resentful gods here only have about five to six transformations, there is naturally no threat to a strong man like him who can kill seven transformations above the level. The only difficulty may be that there are too many resentful gods here, not to mention thousands, but also hundreds.

The same is true for Yao Yezi.

Feng Jueyu killed the resentful god very quickly, and she was not slow either.

The seventh-turn cultivation level is urged to start, and the power of the Dongyu world forms a suppression force on the resentful gods. Often, in one move, one can kill several resentful gods in half a move, and then sprint all the way, killing hundreds of meters in a short while.

But even so, Feng Jueyu's speed is much faster than Yao Yezi.

Yao Yezi kept looking back and estimating the distance he followed Feng Jueyu. Although she was not very clear, she clearly realized that Feng Jueyu was getting closer and closer to her.

Behind me, a vast white sword energy enveloped a world, and the roar of the sword energy could be heard.

Under such an almost suppressed sword intent, countless resentful gods who were blocking the way died of a life of evil, which made Yao Yezi frightened.

He is only the six-turn realm, and he doesn't even have time to open up the cave world. His strength is so terrifying. What kind of pervert is this?

No matter how much she looked down on Feng Jueyu, Yao Yezi had to admit at this time that Feng Jueyu's combat power was definitely comparable to her first-class level.

No, it should surpass her.

Yao Yezi was sweating profusely and her heart was in a mess. She regretted it at this moment and shouldn't have provoked such a difficult enemy.

It seems that only by finding the organization and finding the geniuses of the Night Demon Clan can one escape the disaster.

Just as he was thinking about this, suddenly a gust of wind came from the front. A tall red-faced resentment god ran out from somewhere, and an old fist hit Yao Yezi.

At first, Yao Yezi didn't care, and felt that the resentful god could not stop her at all, but when she raised her palm and slapped her, she suddenly felt a surge of fire power sweeping out.

Bang!

Yao Yezi's five fingers were broken by the force of the fist, and then he was hit by the old fist. He was not seriously injured, but he took more than ten steps.

"Seven turns to resentment god!"

Yao Yezi complained in his heart.

Just then, Feng Jueyu arrived.

"Run? When there are many people, you are arrogant. If you are the only one who knows how to escape, you will say that you are genius and die for me."

Feng Jueyu didn't say nonsense, and his wrist trembled, and the sword energy of the Huangquan sword splashed like rain, covering the demon wild boy.

"I can't spare you, you miscellaneous."

Yao Yezi was so angry that he cursed, and had to use a treasure mirror. However, with the sword energy coming from the sky, it collapsed with a bang.

At this time, Feng Jueyu flew up and kicked Yao Yezi, knocking her back again.

Before Yao Yezi could come back to his senses, the seven-turn resentment god behind him suddenly came to his death and punched Yao Yezi's forehead.

"boom!"

This punch made the demon Yezi's head bleed because she had no time to use the artifact to defend, and she was spinning.

This scene made Feng Jueyu slightly stunned. He had just seen that the resentful god's cultivation reached the seventh-turn realm.

However, the strength is still a little worse. If a normal seven-turn strongman is enough to blow the demon Yezi's head.

But it doesn't matter, Yao Yezi just fell into his hands.

"Imperial Seal!"

The palms and fingers were buckled together, and a finger was raised. This finger was like an emperor coming to the world. It pointed at Yao Yezi's eyebrows and suddenly poked a blood hole as thick as a thumb on Yao Yezi's forehead.

"Bang!"

Some people died, but not completely...
To be continued...