"Ignore the blood and bones. Appearing there will only cause trouble." Seeing a pool of stone breasts collected by Chen Feng, the wooden puppet seemed to want to retreat bravely, and took him to the ancient teleportation array plate.

"Click!Click!Click~~~~"

The slight sound of the mountain wall being shattered penetrated into the secret cave, causing the wooden puppet to step onto the ancient teleportation array to pause slightly.

In a short while, a little monkey, which was slightly bigger than a fist, had already taken out a small hole on the stone wall and rolled into the secret hole.

The little girl did not show panic about the appearance of the little monkey. The vague face of the wooden puppet even showed a faint curiosity.

The little monkey who had just fallen to the ground and slightly raised his nose and sniffed at Chen Feng, looking at the dry bracelet on his left wrist, looking at the very cute.

"Why did this little monkey come here? It's not strong in its aura, and its spiritual intelligence doesn't seem very high, and it looks stupid." Chen Feng did not hesitate at all, and directly attacked the little monkey, first grabbed it, and then he put it in it when the wilted bracelet was filled with black fog.

The wooden puppet just smiled slightly and looked at him without stopping or making a sound.

"Go away~~~"

After the wooden puppet stepped onto the teleportation array plate, it summoned Chen Feng.

"Wangtianhai Pavilion? I don't know what the famous super sect in the ancient western region looks like..." Chen Feng stepped onto the teleportation array plate, and while responding to the wooden puppets, he thought secretly.

Until the teleportation array disk, the wooden puppet and Chen Feng's figure disappeared, the Xuantian Peak's secret cave not only did not return to calm, but the vibration became more and more intense.

Huge ancient underground palaces rise from the land of blood and bones. Each palace shines with vicissitudes of ancient beast patterns. The thick pillars of the hall support are like ancient totems, revealing the surging demonic aura that intimidates the world.

The whimpering beast roars ripples, which were even more terrifying than the domineering intention of the powerful. The monks entering the blood and bones were affected and lost consciousness and fell into the changes in one area.

Although ancient palaces rose up, there was no powerful ancient powerhouse coming out of it. The changes in one area even involved the entire Xuantian Forest Sea turned upside down.

Mao San, a fat man standing at the head of Hanyang City, looked up at the majestic ancient buildings, his fat face was filled with fear of lingering fear.

The ancient underground buildings rising from the land of blood and bones are filled with vicissitudes that have been destroyed by time.

Looking at the ancient palaces that are gradually becoming hazy in the vast area, some monks who have not been buried in blood and bones, it is even hard to imagine how much desolation has the ancient ruins experienced in the torrent of time.

Although the prosperity of wind, flowers, snow and moon is gone, the ancient temples still release the brilliant divine light as solid as a golden soup.

"Although I heard that the blood-bone land was sealed with powerful ancient beasts, I never thought that there would be such a vast ancient ruin!" Mushroom-headed girl Wu Mofei, although she felt something in her heart, was thinking secretly about the relationship between the ruins of Xuanyin Valley and the appearance of the ancient ruins.

The shocking scene did not last long. When an ancient ruin completely rose, it soon became hazy and illusory, as if it was about to disappear, making it difficult for people to explore the secrets.

In the distance, only some cultivators with extraordinary talents and profound backgrounds can continue to see the existence of the hazy and vicissitudes of the divine palace in the sky.

"Is this the 'Western Ancient' area of ​​Lingxu Realm? Compared to that ancient ruin, Xuanming Sect is nothing at all..." Fatty Mao San didn't speak very carefully.

"In the Lingxu Realm, most ancient tombs and ruins are something that monks cannot touch. While many powerful people are looking forward to the ancient sites, they eventually bury themselves. This ruins of the divine palace appear in the world. I don't know how long it takes to be proud of the world and how many legends are left behind!" Wu Mofei seemed to be reminding Ruan Yun not far away, telling her not to act rashly.

The fat man Mao San swallowed his saliva slightly and found that the remains of the Misty Divine Palace were stable. He quickly floated down to the head of Hanyang City and touched the outer edge of Xuantian Forest, thinking about whether he could choose some cheaper first.
Chapter completed!