In the desolate world, a painting workshop kept chasing a glazed boat, and the sizes on both sides were disproportionate, and the glazed boat was only one percent the size of the painting workshop.
The people in the painting workshop stared at Liulizhou like wolves and tigers. If it weren't for some restrictions here, they would really want to rush out directly, tear the people on Liulizhou apart, and then pull Ji Yun out.
Although they also understood that Ji Yun was likely to be a seed planted by the Shura Demons to prevent future troubles, the possibility of carrying the Shura Demons was still very high.
He Mu controlled the Liuli Boat in sweat. With the energy he could use now, the peak spirits used to control the flight of the Liuli Boat, it was indeed a bit difficult. However, the Chaos Clan rarely carried energy stones, so they were in a tragedy.
"Five teeth! Hurry up!" He Mu roared and fell softly to the side. He hadn't experienced the feeling of overdrawing in many years? He could no longer remember it!
All of this is the damn Saint of Wuji! He Mu wanted to cry without tears. The rules set by the Saint of Wuji could not resist even in a ruined world, let alone the mysterious Saint of Wuji who was in the legend.
Wuya quickly pushed up and controlled the flight of the glazed boat. After only a moment, he was sweating profusely.
Ji Yun was confused and asked, "Why don't you use the energy stone to control it?"
"If we have energy stones, do you want to tell me?" Several people roared at Ji Yun at the same time. For them, the supplement of energy stones was already very small, and when they were carried, it would be huge and occupy a lot of space, so they usually carry very high-end treasures to exchange for objects.
Ji Yun shrank his head, took out a blue stone the size of a palm from the small world, and said weakly: "Do you think this is OK?"
The four people instantly petrified, and Wuya cursed: "Why didn't you take it out early?" He grabbed the Chaos Yuan Stone from Ji Yun's hand and inserted it into the Liulizhou control console. In an instant, Liulizhou shot at a speed, leaving the art workshop behind.
"Damn it! They took the gun and medicine?" The people in the painting workshop were stunned for a moment.
The glazed boat turned into a colorful brilliance and passed through the sky. As they flew farther and farther, they were getting closer and closer to the concave point in the sky. A jade tower with white light could be seen standing in it.
"Damn it! The Saint of Wuji is really a luxury. Such high-end materials are actually used to build a palace!"
Mr. Bai cursed and said, the few people landed outside the Qiong Building. Under the huge Qiong Building, the few people's figures were smaller than those of ants, but a few black dots could be vaguely seen.
A soft white light scattered, covering the five people. Ji Yun only felt the white light penetrate into his soul, washing his true spirit, and opening his pores comfortably.
"Go right in?"
He Mu said uncertainly, even if he was a little confused, he would have used various means to detect whether there was danger. But now, reality no longer allows them to do this, because there are still a large group of playboys who are like wolves and tigers behind him.
"Let's go!" Hemu gritted his teeth and spoke, and the few people pushed open the hall door of the Qiong Building without hesitation.
“Crunch!”
The heavy white jade door was pushed open by several people, and endless spiritual energy suddenly came to his face. Looking at the scene inside, the few people were stunned.
There were actually nine corridors in the hall, and the nine arches dazzled them.
Seeing this situation, Ji Yun pulled out the firefly without hesitation.
"Tell me, that path should be taken!"
"Then!" Firefly pointed to the second arch, and suddenly several people ran in. Now they had no understanding of Qionglou, so they could only rely on Firefly. After all, Firefly was created by the Saint of Wuji, and as the selector of the heirs of the Saint of Wuji, he must have an understanding of Qionglou.
A moment later, a painting workshop landed in front of the Qiong Building, and the painting workshop disappeared, revealing hundreds of men and women.
They hurried into the Qiong Tower and were also stupid when they looked at the nine arches.
"Divid it into nine groups! Whoever can get benefits depends on the opportunity!" Liu Xu said lightly, and all the playboys agreed happily. If they were always with Liu Xu, they might not get anything. Exploring in groups is the best solution.
Everyone quickly divided into nine teams and walked into nine arches.
In a small hall, Ji Yun and the other two rushed out in a dusty manner, looking behind them in fear, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they didn't chase after them.
Looking around the hall, the faces of the few people became strange. There were nine arches in the hall. The arches were pitch black and all traces were covered by the formation, so that they could not see anything.
"Over there!" Firefly pointed, everyone's mouth twitched, and Firefly pointed, and it was still the second arch.
"I guess it's going to be the end of the journey this time!" Wuya said self-deprecatingly, and glanced at Mr. Bai, who was immediately furious.
"Okay, stop making trouble, hurry up and leave, maybe they will catch up soon!"
He Mu said lightly, and the few people nodded and rushed into the second arch at the same time. The white jade hall behind them suddenly disappeared, and in front of them was a dark corridor.
The dim light enveloped the entire corridor, and statues were vaguely standing on both sides of the corridor.
The five people suddenly started to wail powerlessly, and they were war puppets again! They were just so embarrassed by the endless war puppets.
"There's nothing, rush!" Ji Yun took the lead and walked in. The Blood Slaughter Sword flashed with blood-red light at all times, and it looked particularly dazzling in the dark corridor.
"It's true that the Shura Demon Clan is not afraid of death!" Bai Erye sighed and followed him in. Compared to Hemu's prudence and control of the overall situation, others were even more fearless.
But in such a scene, even if Hemu is cautious, it will be useless. He sighed and followed him in.
Feeling the breath of life, the statues burst into dazzling red light, and the sound of bone trembling sounds came. The war puppets woke up and completely blocked the road ahead.
The five people's eyes flashed with cold light, and they rushed in fearlessly, blasted away one war puppet, and advanced hard in the corridor.
A war puppet was swept away by Ji Yun's sword and flew backwards. It was blocked by the war puppet behind him. In just a moment, the war puppet rushed up again.
"It's not a solution to continue like this! I'm afraid the people behind me will be caught up with you!" He Mu said anxiously.
"What's really... what's there to be afraid of? Look at me!" Wuya roared, and a dark yellow light wafted all over his body. He punched the ground. Suddenly, stone pillars rose one by one, and the war puppets were raised to the dome of the corridor. These war puppets were clamped by the stone pillars and the domes, and they couldn't use any force at all. They could only think of crabs and stomp on it.
"Uh...it really defeats something!" Seeing these war puppets so embarrassed by the five teeth punch, the few people couldn't help but burst into laughter, and then they passed through the corridor without any obstacles and entered a new hall.
There is nothing in this hall, only a statue of the Saint of Wuji, exuding an endless breath of majesty.
As they came in, the statue also woke up, and a mighty aura swept out. The few people couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that the Saint Wuji is still alive?
"Welcome to you, the little guys of the Chaos Clan, let me see who got the Dragon Pagoda? It should be you, the little guys of the Shura Demon Clan? It's really interesting! The dragon pagoda left by the Lord to descendants was actually obtained by a little guy from the Chaos Clan..." Wuji Saint said lightly, unable to tell what was there on his face, as if he was sad, and as if he sighed.
Ji Yun touched his nose awkwardly. To be precise, although he was a member of the Shura Demon clan, he was still born in the Wuji World, and he was also considered a descendant of the Wuji Saint Lord.
"Okay, I don't want to care about so much. After all, the relationship between the Saint Shura and I was pretty good back then, and it's nothing to let you get the inheritance. As for you..." Saint Wuji glanced at Hemu and the four of them thoughtfully. The four of them became nervous in an instant. They came for the inheritance of Saint Wuji. The inheritance of Saint Wuji is said to be able to tolerate everything, create everything, and have great attraction to anyone.
The Saint of Wuji smiled and said, "You have the same chance! But you must pass a test!"
As soon as the words fell, a white light fell, covering the four people's figures. The white light dissipated and the four people's figures disappeared.
"Where have they been?" Ji Yun asked curiously.
"I said that they will be tested!" The Saint Wuji chuckled and took out two cushions in his hand.
"Sit down, the little guy from the Shura Demon Clan, I want to have a good talk with you!"
"Talk? The honor is so great!" Ji Yun sat in front of the Saint Wuji calmly.
"Oh? Are you not afraid of me? I am the Holy Lord, and you can crush you with just one finger!" Wuji Saint looked at Ji Yun with a burning gaze and spoke.
"Not afraid!" Ji Yun shook his head, looked at the firefly floating in the air behind him, and chuckled: "Senior is not the real Saint of Wuji!"
"Hahaha! I am worthy of being a member of the Shura Demon Clan. I like your straightforwardness!" The Saint of Wuji chuckled. He was indeed not the Saint of Wuji, but a puppet that integrates the will of the Saint of Wuji, which is equivalent to a clone.
The laughter fell, and the Saint Wuji looked at Ji Yun up and down, and after a long time, he sighed: "Is there something wrong with the Shura Demon Clan?"
"How do you know for the senior?" Ji Yun looked at Wuji Saint in great surprise. Wuji Saint died for a hundred years, and the Shura Demon Clan had only a catastrophe of tens of millions of years, with a distance of ninety-nine years. It was impossible for a puppet without seeing the light of heaven to know.
"The aura on you is a native resident of the Wuji World, and I can still recognize this!"
Ji Yun was silent for a while. Even a puppet was many times more intelligent than an ordinary person. He could infer a lot of things just from the aura of local residents on Ji Yun.
"What happened to the Shura Demon Clan. Ten million years ago, the Shura World was destroyed and the Shura Saint Lord also fell..."
"Oh..." The Saint of Wuji sighed, his tone was full of vicissitudes. After a long time, he spoke: "All this! It's my fault! It's me who harmed the Shura Demons..."
Ji Yun looked at him in surprise. The time of the fall of the Saint of Wuji was not proportional to the time of the Saint of Shura. How could it be that he harmed the Shura Demon Clan...