Return of the War God

"Wu Que, you said that, I feel like I have more infinite motivation, hurry up, if you can't wait, hurry up!"

Fang He let out a strange cry, seeing that Lie Xin was happy, his tone seemed to tremble a little, as if he couldn't wait.

Such an expression naturally seemed very funny, everyone laughed out loud, and the atmosphere seemed to soften a lot.

For Fang He's flamboyant character, Ye Wuque knew it clearly, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he knew that Fang He's way of making jokes could make everyone relax, less tense and more calm.

At present, the seven people no longer hesitated, and with infinite motivation, they kept climbing up and ran towards the treasure room that Ye Wuque said.

Layers of layers of Qingyun Ladder passed under their feet. In this infinite climbing, everyone gradually felt a kind of boring.

The so-called gazing at the mountain and racing to death, although you can see the brilliant sun above the infinite heights just by raising your head, but the distance between them is simply indescribable, and there is a feeling that even if you climb for a lifetime, you can't get there.

However, the six of them are all disciples of super sects. Even if they don't have the power of the soul like Ye Wuque, they are all tough people. No matter how boring this kind of repeated climbing is, they can't shake their resolve.

Shhhhhhh...

The seven figures flickered, and the endless blue cloud ladder stepped on one level, as if they were getting closer and closer to the treasure room on the first floor.

Before Dishan, after Ye Wuque and other seven people entered it for about a few hours, someone came again at a high speed.

This group of people has reached more than ten people, all of them are powerful, and all of them are members of the Qingming Three Sects!

"This is Emperor Mountain? It really lives up to its name. The whole body is hollowed out, towering into the clouds, and you can't see the end at a glance. It's so spectacular!"

The person who spoke was from the Qingming Shrine. This person was the one who had previously obtained the authority of inner sect disciple in Fengya Pavilion. His name was Yao Bixiu. Even among the younger generation of Qingming Shrine, he was an extremely outstanding genius, only under Xie Xiliang.

"It's true that the sky is looming, but the more it is, the more people from the Holy Way of the Heavens and the Hidden Sword Tomb cannot be allowed to enter it! Hmph!"

The second person who spoke was also extraordinary, he was also a leader of Qingming Shrine, named Cheng Feng, and like Yao Bixiu, he was a genius with inner disciple level authority.

This wave of more than a dozen Qingming Sanzong teams was headed by the two of them, and the rest followed orders.

"Senior Brother Cheng, you are right. Senior Brother Qing Que has ordered me to go to the Emperor Mountain. At this moment, Senior Brother Qing Que should have successfully entered the Emperor Mountain. Our position is very close to here. Except for Senior Brother Qing Que, we must not have seen anyone's actions. In this case..."

Speaking of this, Yao Bixiu's eyes suddenly burst into a cruel murderous intent!

"Junior Brother Yao, do you mean that we stay here and intercept and kill the people from the Holy Way of the Heavens and the Hidden Sword Tomb?"

Cheng Feng's heart moved, and he suddenly realized!

"That's right! With Senior Brother Qing Que's mystery, if he enters the Emperor Mountain first, all chances will not escape his hands. In fact, the difference between whether we enter or not is not that big. Why don't we take this opportunity to ambush the people of the Holy Way of the Heavens and the Hidden Sword Tomb, and kill them all. When the time comes, we will enter it again without any worries."

Yao Bixiu seemed to have figured out the result as soon as he thought about it. Looking at the dozen or so disciples of the third sect of Qingming around him, his confidence was infinitely high.

Because he knows that everyone is scattered in the Tianlan Zhenzong ruins, and if they want to come to this Emperor Mountain, there must be differences in distance and order, they will come first, and they will definitely not come together.

"This proposal is very good, hum! Then let's have a good kill, and everyone who comes to the Holy Way of the Heavens and the Hidden Sword Tomb will die!"

Yao Bixiu and Cheng Feng looked at each other with a smile, with murderous intent rushing forward, and the rest of the three sects of Qingming also showed cruel smiles. They were so numerous that they could overwhelm anyone in number, as if they had already won the battle.

In an instant, the dozen or so figures in front of Dishan dispersed and hid their figures, ready to ambush and wait for the interception.

Soon, amidst the cruel smiles of Yao Bixiu and Cheng Feng, a slender figure finally appeared in the distance.

"Haha! Someone delivered it to your door so soon, and you are still alone, so there is no challenge at all!"

"Which unlucky guy could it be? I feel sad for him. It's really bad luck. He came here to die!"

"Hmph! He might have thought that there was a great opportunity waiting for him. He probably never would have thought that hell was ahead!"

The disciples of the three Qingming sects who were in ambush each sneered, looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, full of cruelty.

When the figure was clearly visible, all the disciples of the three Qingming sects could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

Dressed in white, with a simple long sword on his back, he has a handsome face and a slender figure, as if he is a gentleman of a noble family. He exudes a kind of extraordinary bearing, which can be deeply remembered with just one glance.

The person who came was the minister of style!

"It's actually Fengcaichen! The son of the sword in the hidden sword mound, Fengcaichen!"

"How could it be him? Could it be that he has been alone all this time? Has he never met anyone from Hidden Sword Tomb?"

After seeing clearly that the person who came was Fengcaichen, the disciples of the three sects of Qingming immediately became agitated, especially the disciples of Tianya Haige, because they knew a little more about Fengcaichen than the other two sects.

In other words, they have seen how powerful the handsome minister is, and it can be described as unbelievable.

"It is said that this handsome minister is only fifteen years old, and his swordsmanship is unfathomable. He is the son of the sword chosen by the sword soul of the hidden sword mound, the treasure of heaven and earth. He must not be underestimated!"

A disciple of Tianya Haige opened his mouth and transmitted the news he knew about Feng Caichen to everyone.

Apparently, for the son of the sword, Feng Caichen, some of the disciples of the three Qingming sects present were extremely jealous, knowing that it was difficult to deal with.

"Hmph! So what about the son of the sword? His lineage of swordsmanship is indeed powerful, and he can defeat the strong with the weak, and fight across the ranks, but why did we ever say that we would fight him alone? If we all fight together, even if each person drowns him with a mouthful of saliva, he is just a sword. How many people can he kill? As long as we work together, let alone one son of the sword, even three or five will surely die!"

Cheng Feng's voice resounded with a hint of sternness, and the sound transmission reached everyone's ears, making people feel the surging killing intent immediately, and all restlessness stopped.

"That's right! Even if he is extremely sharp with his sword alone, but there are more than ten of us, are we still afraid of him alone?"

"Then wait for him to get close to Baizhang, and everyone will shoot together to kill him, don't give him any chance to fight back!"

"Okay! That's the decision, let's fight together, let him come and go!"

In an instant, all the disciples of the three sects of Qingming made a plan to kill Fengcaichen, and immediately stopped talking, but silently stared at Fengcaichen, adjusted their state to the peak, and waited for the coming thunderous blow.

Five hundred feet... Four hundred feet... Three hundred feet... Two hundred feet...

Feng Caichen was getting closer and closer, and there was still a little distance left before the 100 zhang distance of the shot.

Just as all the disciples of the three sects of Qingming were waiting for Feng Caichen to reach the final distance, the handsome minister in white stopped!

He stopped a hundred sheets away, one hundred and fifty feet away, and stopped moving forward.

One hundred and fifty feet away, Feng Caichen stood tall, and only heard the sound of a long sword groaning lightly. He stood holding the sword, and his whole temperament immediately changed, becoming extremely sharp, like a peerless sword!

Before the Emperor Mountain, Feng Caichen encountered an ambush, and made a move with his long sword, ready for a battle!

On the endless Qingyun ladder in Dishan, Ye Wuque and the other seven had been climbing up for several hours. At this moment, Ye Wuque's footsteps stopped suddenly!

"Look, the place above dozens of steps!"

Ye Wuque pointed away, and the six people behind him immediately looked intently, and in an instant, they saw a huge black door looming in the void, with an unspeakable moist precious light shining on it!

"The treasure room! It must be the treasure room on the first floor. After climbing for so long, it's finally here!"

Fang He cried out with joy, and the rest of the people also had excitement in their eyes.

Shhhhhhh...

At present, the speed of the seven people became extremely fast, and they finally arrived in front of the huge black gate.

Ye Wuque put down the hidden compass in his hand and said, "Yes, this is the treasure room on the first floor. There are ninety-nine rooms in it. Everyone who enters through the gate will be randomly teleported to one of them."

Taking a step forward, Ye Wuque put his right hand on the giant black door, just about to try to push the door open, but immediately he was sucked into the giant black door with a whoosh!