"He's crazy..." Miao Xiaomiao widened her eyes and murmured to herself.

Duan Xue's face looked very ugly. After a pause, she sighed: "He can do anything to break through. In other words, without the constraints of his clan relatives, he will become more and more crazy!"

"Is there no way to break through its defense now?" Miao Xiaomiao didn't want to fight Wu Changrong after the breakthrough, so she asked again.

Duan Xue shook her head and said, "I really have no choice, but if I can let him leave this hall, I will still have a backup plan that will make him die!"

"Can you also have the foundation-building stage?"

"Yes!" Duan Xue's affirmative reply made Miao Xiaomiao relax her nervous mind. I think Duan Xue's calmness before should be because of the backup plan she said.

After the big tripod, Wu Changrong licked his lips with unsatisfactory intentions, then reached out and flipped it, putting the skeleton on the ground into the storage bag, and then sat on the ground and pursuing the exercises. He wanted to break through the bottleneck before the defense was broken!

You can see that ink-colored light balls slowly wriggle on his chest and abdomen, and little by little purple light spots emerged on the light balls. As the purple deepened, Wu Changrong's face gradually became painful, and beads of sweat were rolling down. His ribs and face turned red in an instant, and heat rose from his body, causing ripples in the surrounding void.

After just a few breaths, Wu Changrong could no longer bear it and roared.

"How could this happen..." As his words fell, the ink-colored light balls in his chest and abdomen suddenly shook, and a series of sad screams came out.

Duan Xue in the distance saw this scene and sighed, "I can't live my own evil deeds. I will die after suffering from backlash. It's a good thing for him."

Although Miao Xiaomiao had heard of the term "backlash", this was the first time he had truly seen the power of backlash, so he opened his eyes wide and did not miss any details.

I saw that ink-colored light balls changed from the initial tremor to irregular swelling and contracting in Wu Changrong. Wu Changrong was extremely distressed and wanted to use his own spiritual power to suppress it, but it was useless.

"Qin Yuan, is it you..." Wu Changrong murmured, as if he was disbelief. After holding on for a few breaths, he suddenly sighed and gave up his struggle.

Immediately afterwards, the ink-colored light balls exploded one by one, and countless ink-colored gases quickly emerged from it, and then the smoke disappeared.

Wu Changrong's life came to an end. As his body disappeared, the restrictions in the hall were uncontrollable. In less than a few breaths, the defenses that surrounded him were all dissipated. The cauldron also roared, and the spiritual light was restrained.

After a full stick of incense, Duan Xue walked forward, and Miao Xiaomiao naturally followed.

"This mission is finally over." Duan Xue's tired look did not hide her. She looked at the broken body of Wu Changrong and said with a complicated expression.

Miao Xiaomiao also sighed, then walked straight to the side of the corpse, and after pondering, he said intently: "His corpse is my spoil, and fellow Taoist should not stop him."

Duan Xue glanced at Miao Xiaomiao in confusion, then gently rubbed her eyebrows and said, "If you want to take it, take it away. His storage bag is mine, and this big cauldron."

"Okay!" Miao Xiaomiao nodded and responded, and then stepped on her feet and Wu Changrong's body was taken into the storage space by him. Of course, the storage bag was left in place.

Duan Xue moved quickly. After taking away the storage bag and the big cauldron, she suddenly urged her hands and took back all the magic.

Miao Xiaomiao also retracted the magic. After Mu Sihao shook it gently, it landed steadily on his back.

"Fellow Daoist, what should I do next? Should I return along the way I came, or use this teleportation array?" Miao Xiaomiao asked with her heart while making Liu Centimeter closer to him.

"My surname is Duan, please call me fellow Daoist." Duan Xue only claimed her surname, and then pondered for a while: "Let's better use the teleportation array, it's faster."

Miao Xiaomiao agreed, and then he saw Duan Xue walking out of the hall alone. He thought that he had put away the back hand she had set up before. Taking this opportunity, Miao Xiaomiao asked Liu Cun to hide in Mu Sihao, and at the same time he also turned the body he had just taken away into the six-inch storage bag.

After a while, Duan Xue returned here. Miao Xiaomiao was about to follow her into the teleportation array, but suddenly she saw the corpses of the mine slaves on the pillar and the marrow-doing lucidum rooted on it, so she asked: "Don't fellow Daoist destroy those marrow-doing lucidums?"

"The marrow tract bears three times in his life, but Wu Changrong picked the fruit before it was fully ripe, so the inside of these marrow tracts had dried up, and perhaps it would be destroyed after a few incense sticks." Duan Xue finished speaking, looked at the bodies of many mine slaves on the pillar, sighed slightly, and softened his heart.

So he gently pinched the sword technique and blasted a huge pit beside the pillar. Then he used his spiritual power to bury the corpses of the mine slaves and the marrow tracts. Looking at the huge tomb, Duan Xue and Miao Xiaomiao stood in silence and walked onto the teleportation array in silence.

As the light of inspiration flashed, the figures of the two disappeared.

In the next breath, they appeared in a palace where several monks guarded them. Their cultivation should be in the Qi Refining Stage.

When these monks saw that the person who appeared was not from the Wu family, their expressions changed and they rushed forward with weapons.

"It's not pedantic!" Miao Xiaomiao didn't want to take the action, but after seeing those monk moves fatal, she became angry and she suddenly used all the best.

Duan Xue did not use magic. He held a long sword in his hand, took a movable step under his feet, and pricked the clouds and other sword moves that made the clouds flowing and flowing, elegant and graceful.

In less than a stick of incense, these monks fell to the ground and could not afford to take away the storage bag. After taking away the storage bag, Duan Xue and Miao Xiaomiao left the place.

Along the way, any monk who attacked them, no matter how deep his cultivation level was, they would be killed one by one.

At this moment, a sound of sword sounded from a distance, Duan Xue's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "That's my brother. It seems that he has broken through many defenses and reached the depths of the Wu family."

"A family as big as the Wu family should have a treasure house in the clan. Fellow Daoist should have done his homework before coming." After taking away a storage bag, Miao Xiaomiao stretched and asked in a voice.

Duan Xue paused for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Lijiu just helped me to kill the enemy, so it is natural to take some treasures. After we meet with my brother, we will go there."

"Aren't fellow Taoists afraid that some of the treasures in the treasure house will be taken away by some of their monks?"

"Don't worry, opening the treasure house requires the Wu family's token. Even if they try their best, they can only break one or two restrictions at most. If they want to completely open the treasure house, even the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm cannot do it!"

Duan Xuexiu flipped her hand and saw a token appearing in her hand. The front of the token was engraved with a large seal script word "Wu" and a complicated pattern on the back. This pattern is similar to the pattern on the floating flag here, and it should be the pattern of the Wu family.
Chapter completed!