When Wu Liang heard this, he seemed to find it a little difficult to deal with.

Wu Liang hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you have already made enemies, it is not realistic to stop. Anyway, this is the ruins of Wuxiangmen. We might as well stop and beat him to pieces and die without evidence."

When Zheng Zhao heard this, he nodded and said, "Well, I'm afraid this is the only way."

While the two were talking, they suddenly saw the purple light in front of them and flew down towards a valley below. They hurriedly chased them down.

At the entrance of the valley, there are many hollows on the two peaks, which seem to be the caves for those who are stationed.

There are various runes around. There seemed to be some restrictions in place, but now they are completely damaged, and even the mountain on the right has collapsed halfway.

After the two entered the valley, they chased them all the way inside.

I saw a figure on a huge square in the valley, on top of a black stone in the middle of the square.

When Wu Liang saw this, he said unexpectedly: "This kid dares to stop and arrange means to deal with us?"

Zheng Zhao frowned and said with a serious expression: "You must not be careless. This person practices the law of space and cannot be dealt with according to his usual ideas."

Wu Liang said: "No matter what she wants to do, we just need not let him achieve success."

After saying this, Wu Liang's figure flashed.

A layer of yellow field suddenly unfolded, instantly covering a range of 1,000 meters.

Then he jumped, and the skin on his body turned brown. His whole body sank, as if it had become a thousand times heavier in an instant, and it fell towards the stone like a meteorite.

Zheng Zhao seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, just looked down.

Boom boom boom boom!

Wu Liang's body fell rapidly, and the roar of the wind sounded, accompanied by a powerful force of oppression, which directly compressed the air in the field and continued to collapse downwards.

Seeing that it was about to hit the square, Kongshi smashed to pieces, and a layer of silver light spread without warning, turning into a silver field and expanding, instantly wrapping a range of several meters in a radius.

Wu Liang felt a flash in front of him, and the space around him seemed to be covered with a layer of steam, which became a little blurred and distorted.

The next moment, Wu Liang's figure landed on the ground and made a roar.

Rumble...

Smoke and dust spread everywhere on the earth, and within a radius of 1,000 meters, sand and stones flew on the ground.

The entire earth sank hundreds of meters, and a huge deep pit appeared on the ground.

Zheng Zhao saw this scene in the sky and couldn't help but look at her eyes.

In her opinion, Wu Liang was clearly heading towards the square, but now her body is obviously outside the square.

He quickly flew downwards, and Wu Liang flew out of the deep pit.

Zheng Zhao hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Wu Liang smiled dryly and said, "This kid has some tricks. The moment I smashed it down, I used some magical power similar to space transfer, which shifted me a lot, but it didn't matter. When I cast a magical power, I would trap him for a while, so that he could not cast spells, and then let you kill him."

Zheng Zhao looked at Kong Shi and said skeptically: "It depends on you..."

Wu Liang nodded, pinched the magic trick with both hands, and was about to cast the spell, but the young man in purple suddenly turned around and looked at them, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and gave them a provocative smile.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped his hand and a mini compass the size of a fist appeared in his palm. A drop of light silver essence and blood condensed into the tip of his other finger and pointed it on it.

All the spiritual patterns on the mini compass lit up in circles, and then the silver light made, and strong space fluctuations came from it.

At the same time, the black round stone behind Kong Shi also lit up around a circular magic circle, and a silver light surged into the sky, which was extremely dazzling, making Zheng Zhao and his eyes slightly sore, and they couldn't help but converge their gaze.

When the silver light flashed and converged, two figures appeared out of thin air in the silver light array.

The man on the left has a graceful figure, his hair is like a waterfall, and his face is covered by white gauze. However, it is Lin Feng, the young woman from the demon clan. There is also an exaggerated young man with purple hair and a tall tie in a big red feather robe next to him.

"See the young master."

As soon as the two figures appeared, they immediately bowed to Kong Shi and said respectfully.

Kong Shi threw away the mini compass that had been completely destroyed with white smoke, frowned slightly, and asked, "Why are there only you two, Mr. Jing?"

"Report to the young master, after entering the ruins, I was dispersed with Mr. Jing and Qin Zi..." Lin Feng said hurriedly.

"Young Master, when Mr. Jing and I were exploring a ruin, I didn't know whether it was triggering a restriction or being attacked by other forces. Mr. Jing was swallowed up by a sudden gray fog. He disappeared silently without seeing any resistance. Seeing that something was wrong, I evacuated first. After that, the young master brought it here with an empty disk..." The exaggerated young man narrowed his eyes and clasped his fists.

"Forget it... I have found some clues to that heavy weapon. Let's deal with what's happening first."

When Kong Shi heard this, he thought silently for a moment and spoke.

Qin Zi and Lin Feng looked at each other and felt relieved.

The former's eyes narrowed, turned his head and looked at Zheng Zhao and the others, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you dare to attack our young master of Sifang Sect, is it that the road to practicing Taoism is too smooth? Or do you think your life span is too long?"

From the beginning, Zheng Zhao and Wu Liang, who had retreated more than a thousand feet away, changed their expressions when they saw this. They obviously felt that things were a little tricky...

...

A few days later, Yang Feng and the Huore Immortal Lord walked in a hurry, crossing a wide corridor, and heading towards a hall at the end.

The road was covered with weeds, and there were stone statues and lamps that had collapsed into gravel, which looked extremely desolate.

"This is the place for sects. The circular altar in a radius of thousands of feet we passed was a place for a thousand-year-old grand sacrifice. Although there was no concept of the Four Alliance Immortal Zone at that time, every grand ceremony in the sect was a grand event in nearby and even multiple fairylands, which often attracted thousands of sects to congratulate. The grand occasion at that time, alas..."

The Fire Immortal Lord walked forward while recalling the past and telling Yang Feng.

At the end, he was left with only a long sigh.

"From ancient times to the present, the change of dynasties and the rise and fall of the sects are the same. As the saying goes, things in the world are impermanent... There is no need to be too sad for the enthusiastic fellow Taoists. It is the main thing to find the "Fantasy World Art" of the sect's sect as soon as possible." Yang Feng comforted.

The Fire Immortal Lord nodded silently, but his eyes were still wandering around, and his face was filled with reminiscence.

The main hall at the end of the corridor covers a wide area. Although most of it has collapsed, the remaining carved beams and painted buildings can still feel the majesty of its intact moments.

Not far away, a vertical plaque was hung above the gate of the tall hall with vermilion pink gold, with the three big words "Jingyang Pavilion" written in golden paint.

Yang Feng and the Huore Immortal Lord came to the hall, looked at the huge cylinders with three people embraced each other, and the two huge doors more than a hundred feet high, and then looked at each other, and the latter raised his palm and slowly pushed it open.

A "creak" sound was like a weak breath from this ancient hall.

Yang Feng and the others walked into it and saw that it was extremely messy inside, with broken bricks and tiles falling from the collapse of the back hall, and were covered with slippery moss and chaotic weeds.

Among the rubble pile, half of the white jade monument was still protruded high and half of it was exposed, with half a golden character exposed on it, which seemed to be the word "天".

The original furnishings in the hall are no longer visible, and most of the areas are buried in ruins. If you can see clearly, there are only some areas next to the wall.

Yang Feng walked around the wall, his eyes swept across the wall, and he saw vivid mural patterns painted on it. Although he had been many years, it was still bright in color, as if he had just been painted.

"What are these..." he asked in confusion.

"This Tianli Pavilion is of great significance to this sect and involves many secrets of sects. Ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter and observe. Most of the murals here are important events experienced by the sect over the years. If the formation of the hall was originally preserved intact, all murals could be presented through the magic array. Unfortunately, they have been destroyed now, and the early murals cannot be presented, and only the last murals can be seen." After a brief look at the Huore Immortal Lord, he shook his head and said.

Yang Feng looked at a mural beside him, suddenly raised his eyebrows and let out a soft cry of "Huh".

The Fire Immortal Lord was also attracted by it and turned his attention to it.

I saw that the mural depicted an extremely grand banquet. The main color of the mural was bright and festive, with lights everywhere, and spirit beasts flying around, making them lively.

After Yang Feng looked carefully, he found that the mural was not continuous and there were obvious signs of switching. With a thought, he looked at all the nearby murals along the wall.

Among the murals, many scenes appeared in the Wuxiangmen Mountain Gate welcome guests, altar to worship the sky, and banquets in the Golden Palace. Many important figures of Wuxiangmen, including the ancestor Tianluo and his five disciples, appeared intermittently in these scenes.

"Fellow Daoist, if I read it correctly, these people who were invited to the banquet seemed to be from the Heavenly Court?" Yang Feng suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked loudly.

The clothes of those who were welcomed in the picture were exactly the same as those in the Heavenly Court.

"Yes, the target of this banquet was a group of envoys from the Heavenly Court with the highest status. They were different from the people in the Immortal Palace, but from the Heavenly Court of the Middle Earth, so the sect also welcomed them with the highest etiquette. The grand occasion at that time is still fresh in my memory, and it can be called a grand event in the Immortal World." The Huore Immortal Lord nodded and said.
Chapter completed!