Following the direction of the fist monkey, the few people soon arrived at the edge of the cliff where Meng Zhao and Gan Mingfeng were before.

Moreover, the three of them clearly saw the evil-suppressing Golden Palace, which appeared in the air, seemed to be virtual and real.

Of course, the backs formed by Meng Zhao and Gan Mingfeng trampling on the hanging golden stairs also fell into their eyes, which made the three of them both surprised and regretful.

"This must be the place where the Emperor Sui State Master suppressed Goguryeo's evil weapon. Gan Mingfeng and his junior brother have already gone there, but we cannot enter it now. What should we do?"

Wu Chen was really mixed with emotions at this time, and too many emotions were stirring in his heart, so he couldn't speak up.

First of all, seeing such a mysterious scene and a mirage-like scene is enough to show that their direction is right, at least it proves that some legends of Lishou Mountain are true and that they may really get a great opportunity from it.

But on the other hand, they seemed to have missed this great opportunity because of their separation from Meng Zhao and Gan Mingfeng. They could only regret it, but they could not do anything else.

"There is no way, you may not have discovered that whenever Gan Mingfeng and Xiao Meng approach the Golden Palace, the Golden Palace in front of us is even more illusory. I am afraid that when the two of us arrive at the gate of the Golden Palace, everything in front of us will disappear. If we miss it, we will miss it."

Xu Tingyun also sighed with great loss, if they always follow Meng Zhao without any loss, perhaps they can also use this to enter the Golden Palace of Evil Suppression. Not only can they obtain supreme opportunities and provide assistance to their martial arts practice, but they can also decipher ancient myths and legends and explore the truth of history.

Min Tao's expression was full of unwillingness, but there was no way to be unwillingness. They did not have the way to enter the Golden Palace, nor did they understand how to find the real location of the Golden Palace.

For a moment, the three of them were inexplicably focused and kept staring at the Golden Palace above the sky and the Golden Steps. Meng Zhaogan Mingfeng's back almost turned into a black spot until both disappeared completely.

"What should we do now? Stay here and wait, or find another opportunity?"

Wu Chen sat next to a large, rough and cracked greystone on the edge of the cliff. While feeding the fist monkey in his hand, he asked, "It's all here, you can't just leave like that."

Besides, on the way back, there might be Yin soldiers blocking them through the way. They went back rashly, without Meng Zhao's essence and blood, they would still be dead for a lifetime.

Originally, if the Fire Cloud Tree Heart was on them, it would be fine, and there would not be nothing to be found.

However, it was precisely because the Huoyun Tree Heart also fell on Meng Zhao, which made them look so embarrassed.

It looks good without waiting, but the risk is too great, and the previous gains may be wasted.

Wait, God knows when those two people will come back and whether they will come back here.

What if, like Gan Mingfeng, they didn’t return from the same route, but went out from another passage, and they were waiting here stupidly, wouldn’t they be foolish?

"Can't your fist monkey sense Gan Mingfeng? There is no way here, you can find the way from elsewhere and find them."

Xu Tingyun also looked at Wu Chen expectantly, but Wu Chen gave the two very disappointed answer.

"No, in fact, the breath left by Gan Mingfeng is just staying on the edge of this cliff. There seems to be some invisible energy in the void that interferes with my secret technique. Now that Gan Mingfeng is no longer found, don't count on me."

"Stay waiting, at least, you have to wait for the white clouds outside to dissipate. We may have the opportunity to find other opportunities, otherwise there will be many dangers outside, so it is better to stay here safely.

And don’t forget that there may be an extremely weird Peng Haibing outside. He is very dangerous now and I don’t know what strange changes have happened. It’s better to be careful.”

Xu Tingyun's proposal was approved by the two, so the three of them waited on the edge of the breeze and heavy moisture. As for when, the three of them did not have a clear message, at least they should not walk around at will until they were consumed.

On the other hand, Mr. Bai, Mr. Yue, and Lu Houer led the platoon gang and a large number of temporary cannon fodders to enter Lishou Mountain. The speed of traveling along the way was also very slow, and they were subjected to extremely frequent attacks, including but not limited to ferocious beasts, poisonous insects, swamps, miasma, shocks in the earth's veins, rolling down huge rocks, etc.

When we first entered the mountain, there were a huge manpower, with no less than fifty people. Although most of them were cannon fodder, the cannon fodder that dared to enter the mountain obviously had a certain level of confidence and level.

After entering Lishou Mountain for a period of time, the number of people plummeted and became the only twelve.

The three men of Bai San, Mr. Yue and Lu Houer alone account for one quarter, and there are six boys and girls. They are extremely important people who set up formations specially protected by Mr. Yue as his master of martial arts.

The last three are the strong men who are extremely powerful, mental, means, and even luck.

The identities of these three people are also very interesting, one is monk, one is Taoist, and one is Confucian scholar.

The monk called himself a crow, with a little cinnabar mole on the forehead, a handsome face, a gentle and compassionate temperament. The bright yellow monk robe and monk hat should not be from a large temple. He held a vajra in his hand, which was golden and dazzling.

Along the way, the most common move that Monk Chengkong used was actually a great move, which was extremely profound and mysterious. Even Mr. Yue praised it and guessed that it might be the inheritance of a Buddhist vein in the Middle Ages.

The Taoist, who calls himself the Taoist, carries a broad sword, has a big waist, a round waist, nine feet tall, reveals a strong and powerful aura, and is wearing a Tai Chi Yin-Yang Taoist robe that is bulging by him.

However, his face was dirty and covered with lush beards. At first glance, he looked like a savage from the deep mountains and forests.

Regarding this person, Mr. Yue has a very low evaluation. Although he didn't make many moves along the way, his sword energy was sharp, his sword intent was abundant, and his spiritual charm was extraordinary. He had a deep and powerful way of breaking all things with one sword.

The last Confucian scholar dressed up, carrying a bookcase, wearing a light blue long gown, and floating sleeves.

His eyes are full of spirit, his cheeks are slender, and he looks gentle and knowledgeable, which is very consistent with the kind of Confucian children in ordinary people's cognition.

More importantly, this person never took action from beginning to end, because all the attacks were perfectly avoided by him, or by coincidence, they did not fall on him.

Mr. Yue was most surprised because Monk Chengkong and Taoist Yu had at least made a move, leaving traces. Even if he was Bufan, he had at least a rough measure.

Only this person can't see through it.

The strength seems to be within the range that Mr. Yue can tolerate, but is this his real strength?
Chapter completed!