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The floating island is not big enough to hold a palace. Looking around, a few gray clouds are slowly drifting by, and a few human-looking bird skeletons are flying quietly from the side.

The temple is dark black, and the workmanship is a bit rough. It looks like it is built up of huge black stones. It looks a little crooked from the outside, but it is unusually tall, dozens of feet tall. Xiao Chenfeng is standing in front of the temple.

Waiting for people is like ants.

But at a glance, this palace radiates a breathtaking power that penetrates into your soul, making you feel like you have to give in.

The gate of the palace is carved from two whole black stones without any fancy carvings, giving it a simple atmosphere.

In front of the main hall, there were numerous footprints, indicating that someone had just arrived.

At this moment, a small crack opened in the palace door, but it was enough for Xiao Chenfeng and others to pass through.

Without any hesitation, the three of them passed through the narrow crack and entered the interior of the hall.

The main hall is very empty. On the four coiled dragon pillars, the dragon's mouth spits out forest-white flames, making the main hall very bright.

Suddenly, eight eyes converged on Xiao Chenfeng and others.

Seven of them came from the National Education Academy, and the other came from right in front. On the throne that was three feet high and carved from blue stone, there was a rickety figure who looked a little small.

This gaze was like a lurking poisonous snake, sinister and cold.

This man wore a gray robe, a mask with leopard eyes, a lion's nose, and a long beard. From his skinny palms exposed outside the robe, it could be seen that he was an old man.

"You're finally here." A hoarse voice came from under the mask, and his cold eyes kept falling on Xiao Chenfeng.

"Huh, old man, the person you were waiting for has arrived. It's time to tell us how to leave here." The middle-aged Taoist priest stood in the center of the hall and spoke coldly. Behind him stood four men and two women.

Xiao Chenfeng strode forward, his consciousness sweeping across, but he couldn't see through this person's cultivation. He couldn't help frowning and asked: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who the person who is about to die is, but at this moment, you should call me King Qin Guang." The old man smiled eerily.

"Hmph, don't be pretentious. If what I expected is correct, you must be the ancestor of the Wen family." Xiao Chenfeng snorted coldly.

There was a hint of disappointment in the old man's tone as he said: "It's boring, it's boring, you guessed my identity so quickly."

"Wen family, Luoyang Wen family?" the middle-aged Taoist priest sneered.

"Hehe, you little kid, do you know me too?" The old man smiled strangely.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who was called Xiaowa, was not angry, but said calmly: "In this world of Luoyang, is there anyone else, the ancestor of the Wen family?"

Without waiting for the old man to speak, the middle-aged Taoist priest, showing some dignity, took out a golden token from his arms and held it high, with the two characters "State Religion" written on it.

He said in a cold voice: "I'm at the National Education Academy, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Zhao Wuji, and my master, the Black Fire Venerable, would like to ask Mr. Wen to tell us how to leave this place."

"Haha, I didn't expect that the disciple of that old guy Black Fire would actually place a card in front of me one day." The old man laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.

"Old senior, if this is not enough, please take a look at this."

Yin Daoxi also stood up and took out a round jade pendant in front of him. This jade pendant was turquoise and had a little bit of spiritual light. It looked like it was not a mortal thing.

The old man suddenly changed his color and said in surprise: "Hangu, Yin family!"

Yin Daoxi looked proud, clasped his fists at the bowed old man, and said: "This boy is the son of Yin Zhongguo, the ninety-sixth generation unworthy descendant of our ancestor Yin Xi, Yin Daoxi."

"Okay, okay! There are cards and enough aura..." The old man's tone changed, and he said with murderous intent: "It's a pity that you are not lucky."

The middle-aged Taoist priest, facing the old man's cold murderous intent, did not change his expression and said calmly: "Mr. Wen, please don't rush to conclusions. You can also show it."

"Yes, mentor." The remaining five disciples of the National Education Academy replied in unison.

"The ancestors of the Huang family in Yanjing are called Huang Daxian, and I am the thirty-sixth generation descendant." A boy dressed as a Confucian scholar held up a mahogany sign.

"Yanjing Long Family..."

"Yanjing Zhao Family..."

"My grandfather is Liu Wentian, and my name is Liu Ling'er." The last petite girl said timidly.

When Master Huang heard the identities of this group of people, he was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Oh my god, who are these people? They are so terrifying."

Mo Qingxi was even more dumbfounded, staring blankly at the group of boys and girls.

Even on the throne, the old ancestor of the Wen family showed a solemn expression under the mask, and sighed: "The Queen of the Earth Immortal, the direct descendant of the hidden family, the descendant of a high-ranking official at the state and ministerial level... and the dean of the Chinese Academy of Education.

granddaughter."

Finally, the ancestor of the Wen family fell on the petite girl.

"And what about you? Whatever your identity is, show it." Mr. Wen sighed and said to Xiao Chenfeng and others.

Xiao Chenfeng smiled and shook his head, saying: "Common children, their parents are just ordinary people, not worth mentioning."

Mo Qingxi frowned slightly and said: "This small family has nothing to say."

Master Huang laughed dryly and said, "I am alone."

After hearing the words of Xiao Chenfeng and the others, the students of the Chinese Academy of Education all showed disdain.

The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at Xiao Chenfeng and the others with disdain, turned to the ancestor of the Wen family and said, "Is this enough? I would also like to ask Elder Wen to tell me how to leave here."

The ancestor of the Wen family sighed hoarsely: "Hey, I didn't expect that I used the only right to open Huangquan Road just for this kid, but you guys broke in by mistake.

Come on! It's okay to tell you that I am the current King Guang of Qin. I have been guarding this palace for more than a hundred years. The ten palaces of Yama have never come back.

If you want to leave here, there is only one way to go, that is to defeat me, then go to the second hall, defeat King Chujiang, enter the third hall, and so on, until you defeat the King of Wheels in the tenth hall.

leave here.

I can open the door for you and let you go to the second palace. As for those old guys, it is not up to me to decide whether they will give you face or not."

After hearing the words of the ancestor of the Wen family, the faces of everyone in the National Education Academy immediately darkened. The middle-aged Taoist priest asked: "Who is the King of Chu Jiang?"

"War Immortal, Heluo." The ancestor of the Wen family gently spat out these four words.

"What? Zhan Xian He Luo, Zhan Xian He Luo, who became an immortal with his martial arts, isn't he already dead?" The middle-aged Taoist priest's face changed horribly.

The King of Chu Jiang in the second palace turned out to be a famous immortal for a long time. How could such a figure, who was almost beyond worldly power, give them face?

When the other disciples of the National Education Academy heard the words "human beings and immortals", they were also stunned as if they had been struck by lightning.

Immortals almost represent the pinnacle of power on earth.

Mo Qingxi and Master Huang looked very ugly.

Xiao Chenfeng's face changed slightly, but after a moment, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked up at the ancestor of the Wen family, and said jokingly: "You only said that if I defeat you, what if I kill you?"

"Hahahaha..." The ancestor of the Wen family suddenly stood up from the throne and laughed wildly. An astonishing momentum spread from him, and a strong wind suddenly roared in the hall.

"Whoever kills me will be the next King Qin Guang. He can come and go here freely and has the right to open Huangquan Road once."

The cold voice of the ancestor of the Wen family echoed in the hall.

The sudden strong wind blew away everyone's clothes, but as the Wen family ancestor finished speaking, the strong wind suddenly disappeared and calm returned to the hall.

The students of the National Education College couldn't help but smile.

The middle-aged Taoist priest, with an expressionless face, handed the whisk in his hand to the disciple beside him, took out the compass from his arms, lowered his head and looked at the rotating pointer on the compass, while he kept calculating with his other hand.

Under the mask with leopard eyes and lion nose, the ancestor of the Wen family swept across everyone with his sinister gaze, and his voice had a strange meaning: "What? You think you can kill me?"

In the air, cold murderous intent rose and fell, and the temperature of the hall seemed to have dropped.

It was the middle-aged Taoist priest who bore the brunt of this murderous intention.

Although enveloped by the murderous intention of the ancestor of the Wen family, the middle-aged Taoist priest frowned. The pointer on the compass moved faster and faster, and the calculation speed of his fingers accelerated accordingly, almost turning into a ghost.

The disciples beside him, under the cold murderous intention of the Wen family ancestor, felt like sharp blades cutting into their skin, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

After a while, the pointer on the compass stopped rotating, and the middle-aged Taoist priest relaxed his brows. With a wave of his sleeve, a soft strong wind enveloped the six disciples from the National Education Academy around him.

The six people all breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had experienced a big battle, and their whole bodies were soaked in cold sweat.

"It is rumored that the ancestor of the Wen family has already broken through to the realm of a Taoist mage, but it seems that is not the case now." The middle-aged man looked confident, looking up at the ancestor of the Wen family.

The ancestor of the Wen family did not speak, but the leopard-eyed and lion-nosed mask on his face seemed to become a little ferocious.

"If my calculation is correct, Mr. Wen, you may have reached the realm of Taoism decades ago, but now your realm is only the peak of magic." The middle-aged man looked calm and spoke again.

After being silent for a long time, the ancestor of the Wen family finally nodded and said with a sneer: "It seems that the old black fire ghost didn't hide anything secretly. You have learned seven or eight levels of his art of Kanyu, and he can actually pass through this Qin Guang

Wang Mask, calculate my cultivation level."

When Xiao Chenfeng heard what the ancestor of the Wen family said, he couldn't help but look at the middle-aged Taoist priest in surprise. He didn't expect that the Taoist priest had some tricks.

"Haha, since you can calculate my cultivation level, how can you calculate his cultivation level?" The ancestor of the Wen family glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest with sinister eyes, then pointed at Xiao Chenfeng with dry fingers and asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest just glanced at Xiao Chenfeng indifferently and said coldly: "This boy and the girl next to him used some tricks, I can't figure it out, but judging from their age, their cultivation level should be insufficient.

For concern."

"Hehe, it seems that the old boy Black Fire's art of control is not perfect. If I said that this boy is at least a master of magic in the Xiaocheng realm, I'm afraid you won't believe it!" The ancestor of the Wen family shook his head.

Shake his head.

When the ancestor of the Wen family traded the location of the two energies of life and death with Xiao Chenfeng for the life of his grandson Wen Hongcai, Master Xi told him that Xiao Chenfeng was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his strength was astonishing, at least in martial arts.

A sorcerer who has a small level of mastery and has practiced thunder magic. He may be a disciple of the Shenxiao sect or the Thunder Demon.

And his life span is short, and seizing the body can extend his life. As soon as he heard Mr. Xi's introduction to Xiao Chenfeng, he knew that this kind of genius is rare in a thousand years, so he immediately decided to use Xiao Chenfeng as the cauldron for seizing the body.

, and because of certain conditions, he could only use the method of seizing the body here, so he gave the address here to Xiao Chenfeng in the form of a jade slip.

"Hahaha, if this kid is a magic master in the Xiaocheng realm, then you and I fight, and if I defeat you, I will be seriously injured, and this kid can reap the benefits. You want to use him to become

My only constraint is that I don’t believe your lies!”

The middle-aged Taoist priest took a step forward, with a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the well-founded inferences made by the middle-aged Taoist priest, the ancestor of the Wen family sneered repeatedly, shook his head and said, "Do you think you can really defeat me? Even if you all come together, you are still no match for me."

"Haha!" The middle-aged Taoist priest sneered: "If I did not have much confidence before, but what you said just now, doesn't it show that you are guilty?"

Xiao Chenfeng and the other three were happy to be spectators when they saw the two arguing.

"It seems I have to deal with you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of the Wen family raised his fingers like swords, a little higher in the air, and a black and white Tai Chi diagram slowly enlarged on his fingertips until it enveloped the middle-aged Taoist priest and his six disciples below.

"Yin-Yang Locking Dragon Technique!" Xiao Chenfeng said lightly. He had seen Wen Hongcai perform this technique in the underground ghost market that day, but the power of the Wen family ancestor's Yin-Yang Locking Dragon Technique was a hundred times more powerful than Wen Hongcai's.

The yin and yang fish in this yin and yang diagram are one black and one white, connected end to end, covered with a layer of chaotic aura, constantly flowing, like a big millstone that can crush everything.

The surging pressure was overwhelming, and the six disciples of the National Education Academy all lit up with cyan light shields to protect them.

However, their faces were very ugly. They did not expect that the pressure of the Wen family ancestor's spell would activate the life-saving talisman seal given by the academy.

The middle-aged Taoist priest snorted coldly, threw the compass in his hand upwards, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the compass. At the same time, he changed his fingering techniques and shot out a black light, which sank into the compass.

In an instant, a black dragon emerged from the compass, riding on black flames, and suddenly grew in size in the air until it was several feet long.

The black dragon, with a sharp horn on its head, let out a burst of dragon roar, and a black pillar of fire from its mouth, like a laser cannon, shot towards the Yin and Yang diagram above its head.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, six disciples from the National Education Academy escaped the blockade of the Yin-Yang diagram above their heads and fled to all directions.

At this moment, under the mask with leopard eyes and lion nose, the ancestor of the Wen family showed a cruel smile, and the majestic energy in his body poured into the yin and yang diagram above the middle-aged Taoist priest's head along his fingertips.

In an instant, the Yin-Yang fish in the Yin-Yang diagram was running like a turbine. The black fire pillar spit out by the black dragon was directly crushed into fine sparks by the Yin-Yang fish, flying all over the sky.

This was not over yet. The huge yin and yang diagram was seen shooting out a black and white light beam, which penetrated the black dragon like lightning.

The black dragon exploded like a deflated balloon and filled the sky with sparks.

"Crack!"

A slight crack appeared on the compass in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest. The compass was connected to his mind. Immediately, his face turned pale and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth.

The black and white light beam continued unabated and shot towards the middle-aged Taoist priest. The light beam was so fast that he had no time to dodge.

At the critical moment, a fierce look flashed across the middle-aged Taoist priest's face.