Chapter 211: The cave appears, and ninety-nine divine pillars.

Yi Chen looked at the young man, but before he could answer, Wen Ren Zhong suddenly stood up, and a scarlet sword energy instantly burst out of his body.

The blazing sword energy submerged the young man's figure, rushed out of the door, and finally disappeared into the sky.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, with only a thin layer of dust on the ground proving that the young man had been there.

"Friend Daoist Yan, this person disturbed our drinking mood, so I will deal with him for you. Come, let's drink more." Wen Renzhong smiled and poured another bowl of wine for Yi Chen.

Yi Chen looked at the handful of ashes on the ground speechlessly. He finally understood that others would rather go out to the woods to starve than share a table with Wen Renzhong.

It's really a killer.

He now doesn’t know who this vengeance belongs to… The beautiful woman’s face was cold, and she walked quickly to Wen Renzhong: “Wen Renzhong, you know the rules of my inn. I don’t welcome people who break the rules.”

"If he doesn't spend a penny, he's not considered a guest. I didn't break your rules, Fairy Qing."

"You know me. I never kill indiscriminately unless others provoke me."

Wen Renzhong picked up the wine in front of him, drank it all, and smacked his lips.

"I hope there won't be a next time."

The beautiful woman looked at Yi Chen and Wen Ren Zhong hatefully, then left with her slender waist twisted.

"Who is this Fairy Qing?" Yi Chen couldn't help but ask when he saw a hint of fear in Wenren Zhong's eyes.

"Hey, Brother Yan, how do you think this person compares to me?"

"Of course, your magic power is stronger. This person will die within three moves."

Wen Renzhong did not reply, but dipped his finger in wine and wrote the word "Zhenjun" on the table.

Yi Chen understood instantly.

Either this person has an impressive family background or the person who sleeps with her is very impressive.

But since this person has come here to open a black shop, I think his family background can be ruled out.

What Yi Chen didn't know was that at the moment when he was thinking, Wen Renzhong was also feeling lucky: "Fortunately, I acted decisively and killed that guy directly, otherwise wouldn't Fellow Daoist Yan look down on me?"

"This wave is bad luck for that kid."

"The boss always says I'm too reckless, but he doesn't know my quick wit."

Thinking of this, Wen Ren Zhong's chest straightened up slightly.

Life is so wonderful. Under Yi Chen's talk, Wen Ren Zhong actually aroused his damn desire to win, and then the young man was completely exhausted.

If Yi Chen knew about this, he would probably be speechless.

At this moment, he was also complaining in his heart: "The swordsman from Taihang Mountain is really domineering. He can't deal with me at all."

He now doesn't know who the young man's master will hold accountable for this, but no matter who he loves, if he is given another chance to choose, he will still kill the eagle.

Qinglong Village in Taihang Mountain is located in the southern part of Henan Province. It is a force formed by a group of independent cultivators who are extremely fond of swords. It has since grown and become stronger. Although it is not on the list of the top forces in the world, it should not be underestimated.

Just when Yi Chen was about to chat about some interesting things with Wen Ren Zhong, the sky suddenly darkened and bursts of exclamations were heard outside the inn.

"The treasure of the cave, this is the treasure of the cave, it has been born!"

"It turns out to be the treasure of the Zhenwu Temple that True Lord Tianwen brought with him when he broke through the siege. We are truly blessed."

Everyone in the inn rushed out, and saw an extremely majestic and huge palace floating in the sky on Qianzhou Peak, motionless and emitting thousands of feet of golden light.

This palace is about a hundred feet high, like a huge bronze ware, exquisite and gorgeous, with intricate runes and array patterns engraved all over it.

The body surface is covered with a thick layer of golden light.

Among the crowd, a cultivator who couldn't suppress his greed anymore summoned up his magical power, rode a beam of light and flew directly into the golden film of light, disappearing.

With the first person taking the risk, the other monks who originally wanted to wait and see could no longer bear it and flew towards the huge palace one after another.

Yi Chenzhui stood behind the crowd, watching silently.

As for the first group of people who entered, he did not think that they were unwise as they dared to rush in without knowing the situation.

Some people resigned from their official positions and returned to their hometowns, while others rushed to take the imperial examinations at night.

That's what's interesting about the world.

Everyone makes the best solution based on their own situation, and the first group of people who enter are basically minor cultivators who have reached the stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation.

There was only one who was an old cultivator in the early stage of the True Person Realm.

It’s not that they don’t know that doing so will involve greater risks, but they simply have no choice. This is the tragedy of the weak.

Just like the young people in previous lives, they seemed to have many choices and endless possibilities, but in fact they could only take one or two paths.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, shall we go together?" Wen Ren Zhong grinned at Yi Chen. At this time, several masters in the realm of true person flew into the palace and disappeared. He could no longer hold back.

Yi Chen smiled and shook his head. He decided to wait and see.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Only those who have no capital will take high-risk actions. The Zhenwu Temple is not the only opportunity in his life, so he will naturally consider it again.

"Okay, Brother Yan, our Qinglong Village is not a place for indecision." After leaving a confusing remark to Yi Chen, Wen Ren Zhong leaped up, a crimson sword aura emanating from his body, and he also disappeared into the light film.

Half an hour later, many monks in the inn chose to enter.

Yi Chen pondered for a while and his figure disappeared into the air.

A moment later, an old man riding on a ghostly cloud flew over from high in the sky. He looked around coldly, then disappeared into the light film.

When the old man disappeared, Yi Chen's face suddenly became uncertain, as if he was having a struggle between his conscience and his conscience.

Half an hour later, dozens of rays of light entered the palace. There were righteous, evil, ghosts, zombies, and even an awe-inspiring man from the Zhen'an Division wearing a python robe.

Yi Chen couldn't bear it any longer. Many deep red dots went in. After waiting for such a long time, no one came out. He paused on one foot, soared into the sky, and dived into the golden light film.

The world was changing as the world spun around.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chen arrived at the gate of a tall palace. Compared with the majestic palace, his figure was as tiny as an ant.

The four ancient seal characters on the Zhenwu Temple shine brightly.

After staring for a long time, Yi Chen actually felt a slight pain in his eyes, which made him shocked and he had a better understanding of the former power of the Zhenwu Holy Sect.

Yi Chen's mind moved, and his mind's eye reflection ability was activated. However, after being strengthened several times, the mind's eye reflection ability seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force in this hall, and could only cover within three meters around his body.

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Chen stepped into the palace gate with determination.

After passing through a long corridor and entering a tall portal again, an extremely large hall appeared in front of Yi Chen.

Ninety-nine tall bronze pillars rise from the ground, about a hundred meters high, engraved with images of dragons, phoenixes, and divine turtles, and ancient seal script silver books dotted in a mysterious pattern.

There is a serial number marked on the bottom of each bronze pillar, neatly arranged from one to ninety-nine.

At this time, the divine pillar was already filled with cultivators. Those with strong cultivation were at the front, occupying one pillar alone, while there were also people who formed groups and occupied one pillar together.

Wen Ren Zhong held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, with an awe-inspiring aura, and stood on the ninth divine pillar.

Yi Chen's mind moved, and he immediately rushed towards a beautiful woman in a white dress who was about the third level of the True Person Realm. This was the nineteenth divine pillar.

This woman is a beautiful lady with graceful manners, elegant temperament, and charming charm in every move.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want me to invite you to go down or do you want to go on your own?" Yi Chen said to the beautiful woman in the white dress with a smile. His tone was gentle, but the meaning between the lines sounded like a bully.

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