"By the way, Brother Wu, do you remember what those two people in Poison King Valley just said?"
Feng Jinghong looked at the colorful poisonous swamp with more and more bubbles, and suddenly remembered the two golden elixir monks from the Poison King Valley that he had met before.
"Brother Feng is saying?"
Wu Pingfan was also a person with a clear mind. When Feng Jinghong mentioned it, he immediately thought of the reason.
"Yes, if those two people are right, then this colorful poisonous miasma is the key to leaving this place!"
"It's not impossible. It's just that Brother Feng has forgotten the bearded man who was knocked down by your sword into the poisonous swamp?"
Although Wu Pingfan also believed that the colorful poisonous swamp was the key to the road to the Nine Extremes, he did not want to take the risk. The tragic death of the big man with electric beard not long ago was still lingering in his mind.
"Brother Wu, if you believe in Feng, then come with me!"
Feng Jinghong didn't answer. With a wave of his right hand, he took the Nine-Life Sky Cat into the Buddhist Kingdom. He jumped into the poisonous swamp with colorful bubbles. In just a few breaths, he sank into it and disappeared.
"Here, I just got the Ancestral Legend Technique. It's a good time to show off my skills. Do you want to take the risk?"
Wu Pingfan watched Feng Jinghong sink into the mire with an indifferent expression, with some hesitation on his face. After thinking for a long time, he still shook his head, lightly jumped over the poisonous swamp, and flew towards the way he came.
Moreover, Feng Jinghong only dared to jump into the poisonous swamp because of his powerful spiritual sense. He once experienced the colorful poisonous swamp with the power of the heavenly soul, and found that not only was there no danger at all, but there was something that made him happy.
After this feeling appeared before, he gained the power of the sword, so he jumped into the poisonous swamp without hesitation.
The Poison Swamp was like a vortex full of suction. As soon as Feng Jinghong entered, he was pulled into the muddy muddy water by a huge tearing force.
"Hey, why does it feel like I'm teleporting?"
Before Feng Jinghong could figure out the situation, he had already appeared on an empty and flat mountain top after feeling dizzy for a while.
There is a stone staircase in the middle of the top of the mountain, rising in the air, leading to the sky. On both sides of the stone staircase stand two iron men made of fine iron. They have an iron shield in their left hand and an iron sword in their right hand. Their eyes are actually made of rare black jade ice crystals.
It looks gleaming and intimidating.
"You are not allowed to step out of the circle of light below you without permission!"
As soon as Feng Jinghong set her sights on the two iron men, she heard a loud shout. When she lowered her head, she saw that there was indeed a three-foot yellow circle of light under her feet.
"Could this stone step be the Jiuji Road to Heaven? These two iron men are the roadkeepers?"
Although Feng Jinghong was confused, he still sat honestly within the circle of light and did not step out of it, because his powerful spiritual sense could clearly feel the unparalleled pressure from the two iron men. He believed that as long as he
If he dares to take one step out of the aperture, those two iron men can easily kill him!
"Boy, you are so lucky to be here. When you set foot on the road to heaven, I will make it impossible for you to live or die. No one who offends me in the Poison King Valley can escape easily!"
Angry roars came from the left, and Feng Jinghong followed the sound and saw that it was the bearded man from the Poison King Valley who was knocked down by his sword into the Colorful Poison Swamp.
"Hmph, I'm not ashamed to say that, I can kill you with one sword, and I'm not afraid of your revenge, as long as you are brave enough!"
Since Feng Jinghong refined his sword power and understood the Ben Lei Sword Intent, his self-confidence has become much stronger as his strength has greatly increased. He does not take a monk who is in the early stage of the golden elixir in his eyes at all, let alone the opponent's introduction.
The Poison Technique he was so proud of, under his pure demonic energy, could not do anything to him.
"Okay, okay! No matter which sect or sect you are a disciple from, I, Jing Liyang, will remember it!"
"It's so shameless. I wonder when you, Poison King Valley, became so arrogant? You actually dare to flout the rules of the cultivation world and attack the foundation-building monks. Aren't you afraid that people from the Middle-earth China will find you?"
A female cultivator in purple sitting in the circle of light on the right side of Feng Jinghong spoke, her tone full of disdain and contempt.
"What? Is Fairy Qionghua of Baicaotang looking for a son-in-law? Could it be that she has taken a liking to this boy?"
The big man with the beard was not as furious as Feng Jinghong imagined. Instead, he laughed, and his laughter was full of frivolity.
"It's true that the Poison King Valley doesn't produce handsome talents. It's just vulgar and vulgar people who can't possibly reach the level of elegance!"
Before the woman in purple robe could speak, the man in purple robe sitting on the other side of her spoke. Feng Jinghong heard the sound and looked around. It was the young man named Emperor who gently shook the feather fan in his hand and said elegantly.
"You are a wild boy who came out of nowhere and dare to talk to me like this!"
The big man with a beard suddenly stood up from the ground and looked at the young man named Emperor with hatred.
"I am not talented, my surname is Emperor!"
The young man surnamed Emperor didn't even look at the bearded man, he just looked at the purple-clothed woman beside him indifferently.
"It's none of my business what your surname is! You don't know whether to live or die... What did you say? Your surname is Emperor? Could it be?"
The arrogant man with the beard gradually lowered his voice. He stared at the young man named Emperor, sat down again with an angry look on his face, glanced at Feng Jinghong fiercely, and stopped talking.
Only then did Feng Jinghong have time to look around.
There are nine slightly raised stone platforms around the stone steps to the sky, which are exactly where the circle of light where Feng Jinghong and others are sitting is. At this time, six people are already seated, and three are still empty.
Feng Jinghong took a look. In addition to himself, there were also the woman in purple beside him, the bearded man who was slashed in by his sword, the young man with the surname of Emperor, and a young man in black clothes who looked extremely cold and arrogant.
With his eyes closed, there was a bloody tiger-headed sword lying across his knees, which looked like a weapon full of blood.
As if sensing Feng Jinghong's gaze, the young man in black suddenly turned his head, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and two streaks of blood flashed through him.
Only then did Feng Jinghong see clearly the eyes of the young man in black. The whites and pupils of the eyes were actually missing. The eyes were like two blood-colored crystals, shining with an evil blood light.
"This person is so murderous! He is probably a demon cultivator, and even his eyes are soaked with murderous intent. It seems that he has a lot of blood on his hands. It is best to avoid him first on the Tongtian Stone Steps.
If we really want to face each other, we must stay at the end!"
Feng Jinghong thought to herself and turned her attention to the last person.
"Ye, Master Ye... Qingxin, is that you?"
The last person turned out to be Ye Qingxin, wearing the same clothes as three years ago. Although his face was covered with a gauze, Feng Jinghong still recognized him at a glance.
"Um!"
Ye Qingxin had discovered Feng Jinghong a long time ago, but she just wanted to have a helper on her way to the Jiuji Mountains that would surprise others, so she kept silent, not wanting to be called out by Feng Jinghong.
"It's good if it's you, it's good if it's you!"
Feng Jinghong's voice trembled and she stared at Ye Qingxin with burning eyes.
"Well, you don't have to worry, they are all fine too!"
Seeing Feng Jinghong lose his composure, Ye Qingxin, who originally thought he had forgotten his master's great feud and switched to his faction, couldn't help but get a little excited. He nodded heavily, then shook his head, signaling Feng Jinghong not to stop.
say.
"This damn place is so hard to find!"
Just when Feng Jinghong nodded to express understanding, a rough voice suddenly appeared, and then a purple light flashed, and a person fell from the sky.