I want to do something big [fast travel]

Chapter 56 Blame the Demon Lord for Being Too Beautiful

No one expected that this fantasy city would look like this.

Standing outside the formation and looking at the city, this place is like a peaceful dream, quiet and elegant, but when you walk into it, you will find that the wind is everywhere. If the person standing at this time is a mortal, I am afraid that the wind can tear it away crack.

Gu Yanqi squinted his eyes and looked around, and quickly set his sights on the huge building built against the hill in the center of the city.

Judging from the terrain, it should be where the core of the illusion is preserved.

He let go of Wang Jing's hand, put the demon pill into his arms, and walked towards the huge building.

There was no one in the entire city, and it took only half a day to go from the edge to the center. Except for the difficult wind, there were no other obstacles. When they stood in front of the building in the center, the two realized that the fantasy city was far beyond imagination.

It was not built against the mountain, but hollowed out the entire mountain and built a small city within the mountainside.

This also caused a little trouble for the two visitors.

Where will the core of returning to the ruins be placed?

The mountain is so high, and there are so many buildings in the mountain, it can be said that it is very difficult to find the core of a secret realm that does not know what it looks like.

But the closer you get to this mountain, the more stable the aura will run, and Gu Yanqi can also absorb the aura from the outside world to replenish his physical strength.

"follow me."

Young man Wang Jing opened his mouth.

Gu Yanqi looked over with a little surprise, Wang Jing bared his teeth and glared at him with a very unprovoked look: "I just want to go out earlier by myself."

"Oh."

Gu Yanqi said meaningfully, they shuttled through this huge building for a while, and soon found an unusual room near the top of the mountain.

The door of the room was more than 20 meters high, and there were all kinds of complicated and exquisite formations all over it. After 1000 years, there are still colorful streamers passing over it.

Gu Yanqi stretched out his hand to push, but before he could use any force, the door automatically opened inward, and a beam of dazzling multicolored light lit up from behind the door.

A huge ball of light slowly unfolded in front of the two of them, and colorful colors appeared on the ball of light from time to time, just like the sky, the earth, the ocean and everything in this world.

A certain ancient atmosphere that has been passed down from ancient times permeated the air.

This is the core of Guixu.

The complex runes spread up and down from the core of Guixu, and attached to every corner of the room. They are like exquisite works of art, constantly transporting the power of the core to Guixu as much as possible.

But this kind of effort is obviously futile. The secret realm of Guixu has been dead for thousands of years, and the existence of the core is just barely maintaining the existence of the entity of the secret realm.

Gu Yanqi didn't wait any longer, he raised his foot and was about to walk into it, but was suddenly grabbed.

"Wait a minute." Wang Jing said concisely, "Put the sword away."

Gu Yanqi turned his head and saw that young man Wang Jing had a stinky face.

"According to the style of Shifang Pavilion, all spiritual weapons are forbidden to enter the room where important items are kept. Unless you have a way to hide from the formation of Shifang Pavilion, otherwise it will definitely attract backlash."

"You know a lot." Gu Yanqi untied the two long swords together, handed them together with the Qiankun bag to Wang Jing's hand, and then continued to move forward, "Take it."

Wang Jing's always fierce face showed a dull expression: "Hey! Are you afraid that I will run away with the sword? You will wait here to die then."

"random."

Gu Yanqi waved his hand, and stepped into the room without looking back. The door of the room was slowly closed, leaving young Wang Jing standing outside the door with two swords in his arms, staring angrily.

He had never seen this kind of person before. It seemed that not long ago, they were life and death enemies, and they wished to kill each other immediately, but now they even gave him their spiritual weapons.

I don't understand.

Young man Wang Jing originally wanted to leave here and let the man wait to die here, but before he could move his feet, he remembered that amazingly beautiful face.

"Just do a good deed every day."

He muttered, holding the sword and found a random place outside the door to stay, submerging himself to absorb the spiritual energy around him.

Yan Yuezong.

The little boy hurried into the water pavilion with the communication jade slips in his hand, and said to a black-clothed cultivator who was practicing, "Old Ancestor, Liyou Daoist has just sent news that two Jindan Immortal Cultivators have entered Guixu."

Xuanyi Moxiu slowly opened his eyes, a pair of blood-red pupils showed a tyrannical aura from time to time, which made the little boy tremble.

"Golden Dan? Let him go."

The little boy said worriedly: "But Patriarch Lonely Dead, if those two are going to save Gu... Young Sect Master?"

"Help?" Elder Ji Zhan stood up, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.

Numerous demon cultivators came in and out of the Yanyue Sect's mountain protection formation, and streaks of black devil energy interspersed on the formation, giving a feeling of being dazzled.

"Don't say how it is possible for the immortal cultivator to save the devil cultivator," Elder Ji Zhan retracted his gaze, "Even if he did, the Ruins of Return has already been completely sealed off, and it has become a forbidden area that cannot be entered or exited. No matter what, you can't get out."

The battle with Gu Yanqi greatly consumed Mu Jing's physical strength. Although he only toppled a section of the city wall in the battle with the watchdog, he could not find time to repair it after entering the fantasy city. By now, he was already feeling exhausted .

After meditating for a period of time, Wang Jing felt his dantian was full. He let out a long breath and woke up from his practice. The door to the core of Guixu was still closed, and Gu Yanqi hadn't come out yet.

What was he doing inside for such a long time?

Glancing at the two swords beside him, Wang Jing put them away temporarily, took off the other spiritual weapons on his body, and was about to walk into the door to find out.

Boom!

In the middle of the mountain, the huge building suddenly shook.

"Bring—"

In the breeze, there seemed to be someone's voice speaking slowly.

Wang Jing's expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to pounce on the spiritual weapon placed in the corner, but his body flew up involuntarily, and the invisible but powerful spiritual force led him to an unknown direction!

Gu Yanqi looked up at the center of Guixu.

Small silver runes floated out of it from time to time, and the surface of the huge light sphere continuously flowed various scenes in Guixu, but except for sporadic blue and green colors, the rest were endless wasteland.

Gu Yanqi found it interesting and familiar. For some reason, he seemed to have seen such a scene somewhere before.

I just thought about it carefully, but I really can't think of where I saw it.

Walking around the room, Gu Yanqi felt a little unwell.

Shifang Pavilion is a sect of cultivating immortals, and the spiritual power here naturally carries the attributes of cultivators, and Gu Yanqi, as a demon cultivator, is obviously not used to living in this environment for a long time.

In such a big room, there was nothing but the core in the middle. Gu Yanqi was about to leave when he suddenly felt a fever in his chest. He took out the demon pill and found that the black streamer was shining extremely fast.

At the same time, the core of the secret realm also began to vibrate, and the invisible force pulled the demon core, and Gu Yanqi couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

Gu Yanqi frowned slightly, exerting force under his feet, the demonic energy entangled and released, firmly restraining the demon core, and he was about to take it back, when a powerful demonic energy burst out from the demon core!

The pitch-black hostility was soaring towards the sky, and it slashed at Gu Yanqi without hesitation. At the same time, the magic talismans in the hall suddenly lit up, and countless streams of light rushed towards the core of Guixu in the middle of the room, colorfully Immediately enveloped the entire room!

The black and red devilish energy suddenly erupted, Gu Yanqi didn't intend to let go at all, he firmly grasped the demon pill, cut off the entangled demonic energy, and was about to rush out the door with a single tap of his foot!

The core of Guixu suddenly changed!

The huge ball of light suddenly lit up, and the talisman culture in the room formed chains of spiritual power, drawing towards Gu Yanqi!

Gu Yanqi's pupils shrank slightly, just above the gate, which had already been entangled with layers of chains, he quickly dodged to dodge, but the demon core wrapped in demonic energy erupted again with a jet of black demonic energy.

This change came so suddenly, Gu Yanqi tried his best to condense the demonic energy into a sword blade, cut off the demonic energy and chains, and walked away from the gate.

"You want this demon pill?"

Gu Yanqi looked at the core of Guixu, took a deep breath, his black pupils were bloody, and looked coldly at the core of Guixu in the middle of the room.

"This demon pill can open the formation here."

"And you are being imprisoned here by this formation."

The room full of runes trembled slightly, they broke away from the wall and turned into nightmare-like terrifying chains, slowly surrounding the enemies who entered by mistake.

"You want to get out of here?"

Gu Yanqi smiled.

He is only a monk in the foundation period, how can he be able to resist the attack of the core of the ruins.

Even if Guixu has been barren for tens of thousands of years, it is definitely not something he, a little foundation cultivator, can resist.

but!

He still has a way!

Gu Yanqi licked his lips slightly, he clenched the pitch-black demon pill tightly, and slowly poured demonic energy into it.

The client will grow ten times faster than ordinary people, but his cultivation speed cannot be ten times faster, but Gu Yanqi always has a question.

He wanted to know if the client's cultivation couldn't keep pace with his growth rate, was it because he couldn't absorb it, or couldn't refine it?

Take a gamble!

After losing the bet, he was blown away by the spiritual power of the demon pill.

If he wins the bet, he will be able to escape from this dangerous situation!

The berserk black energy poured into Gu Yanqi's body crazily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his ears were filled with the roar of vicious dogs.

It is a terrifying force full of negative emotions such as anger, bloodthirsty, and despair. It is a depraved air that even a demon cultivator dare not touch easily!

But Gu Yanqi opened up all the meridians in his body, absorbing all this brutal power!

Whoa whoa whoa!

The core of Guixu shone wildly, and the chains of spiritual power shook extremely quickly, and they rushed towards Gu Yanqi like a snake!

There was silence in the corridor, Wang Jing pulled out the long sword stuck in the floor, and immediately checked the surrounding situation.

Before leaving that door, Wang Jing only had time to grab a sword, and when he finally stabilized his figure, he realized that what he was grabbing was Gu Yanqi's magic weapon.

That's bad.

Treasures have spirits, they will not be used by anyone other than the owner, like Gu Yanqi who can use the Kongming sword, it is simply a special case among special cases.

But fortunately, Dark Star—that is, the hidden weapon-shaped spiritual weapon has been recalled to his side, so it can be regarded as somewhat guaranteed.

That call brought him somewhere unknown, the terrain here was open, like a huge hall, surrounded by countless passages.

Wang Jing held the long sword tightly, and carefully planned to walk back, but heard a chuckle.

"Is the only disciple of the Shifang Pavilion master sitting down to be such a fool?"

That voice was as warm as jade, but it carried a chill that was engraved in the bone marrow.

Wang Jing raised his head and saw two immortal cultivators standing in the middle of the hall.

One person has short and half-length hair, his hair, eyebrows, eyes, and even his skin are as pale as snow. He is dressed in white, shaking a silver-white iron fan in his hand, with a half-smile on his face, looking from afar.

The other person had black hair reaching his waist, was wearing a black robe, and was holding a jet-black iron fan in his hand. His face was frosty, and he looked at him coldly.

Wang Jing slowly placed the long sword in front of him, looking at the two men vigilantly.

"Bringing in real people, waving away real people, but I don't know how the two real people got here?"

The white-haired real person fanned his fan and smiled slightly: "Because my brother and I have reached a bottleneck in our cultivation and urgently need the help of spirit stones, we have no choice but to accept a task."

"It's also your fault that you are too popular, which affects the position of others."

"Genius, if it withers before it grows, it's not a threat."

Wang Jing backed away slowly. He stirred up the spiritual power in his body, trying to control the magic sword in his hand.

But unexpectedly, the magic sword, which was thought to be extremely difficult to control, hastily retreated after the spiritual power entered, and was directly controlled by him.

"Young Master Mu, don't leave. My brothers and I have something important to discuss with you."

The white-haired real person didn't change his smile, and a playful look flashed in his pure white pupils, like a cat playing with its prey, cruel and cold.

"Bring—"

The white fan waved, and spiritual power gushed out. Wang Jing's body was dragged forward by this powerful force. He grasped the long sword tightly, and moved forward along with this force, and slashed at the white-haired real man!

"Swipe away..."

At this time, the black-haired real person sacrificed his black fan, and a cold and severe wind rose out of thin air, and the wind blew across his body like a knife, blowing away all his surging spiritual power!

when!

The magic sword collided with the white fan, and the white-haired real person slowly smiled strangely at the boy Wang Jing.

"Young master Mu, why is your Kongming sword not as sharp as it is rumored to be?"