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Since Wu Manshuang's disguise was exceptionally good, Dui Choumian was invited to the underground arena more and more frequently.

For Dui Choumian, this was a signal that both parties understood tacitly.

For the Silver Light Arena, this was an olive branch and a proof of acceptance to Dui Choumian.

As to why the process of Dui Choumian's acceptance was much smoother than expected, Wu Manshuang once thought from the perspective of the Silver Light Arena.

First of all, Duichoumian is very powerful.

All major sects are always willing to accept young talents with outstanding abilities.

Even if it was not the Silver Light Arena, but Guiyuan Sect, Fanyin Temple or even Hongtong Palace.

Relying on Dui Choumian's age, cultivation, and mysterious special abilities, as long as he expresses his desire to join, any sect will treat him with courtesy.

If Yan Luoyue were here, she would probably give an example that is closer to life -

Do you know how the admissions offices of the Northern and Tsinghua schools compete for admission during the enrollment season after the college entrance examination every year?

They will even take the candidates and their parents to tourist attractions, eat and drink with them, and block the other school's mobile phone number for the parents.

In comparison, the attitude of the Silver Light Arena can be considered reserved.

Secondly, Wu Manshuang had always suspected that the Southern Border Demon Costume that Yan Luoyue had casually selected seemed to be a plus in the Silver Light Arena.

If we think about this carefully, the conclusion we come to will be terrible.

The arena is the most common entertainment venue in the world of cultivation, just like the bars and KTVs in modern society.

Generally speaking, when people see something like an entertainment venue, they tend to assume that the owner has some background that is difficult to disclose.

As for Silver Light, a chain of arenas that spread across the world of cultivation... which force can support it?

If the huge, bloated and overbearing Hongtong Palace is already an old tree that blocks out the sun and sky, then could the Silver Light Arena be its new branch?

Finally, based on the information she had already obtained, Wu Manshuang judged that the Silver Light Arena had a huge demand for talent.

Not long ago, he received a letter from Yan Luoyue and learned about Yin Wangyou and Wei Qingsi.

As a demon's lackey who would decisively betray her friend for the sake of the Silver Light Arena, Wei Qingsi is obviously an insider.

Her strength is not that strong, and apart from backstabbing, she doesn't have any other strengths.

If even someone like her could know the secret of the Silver Arena.

It can be seen that the standards for selecting subordinates in the Silver Light Arena are not strict, and there are no tests that are extremely difficult.

No wonder Duichoumian was able to pass the test so easily.

However, as common sense goes, people's hearts that come easily can also be lost easily.

How can the Silver Light Arena be sure that subordinates who are so easy to recruit will not leak secrets?

Subconsciously, Wu Manshuang thought of the cups of dark, spicy blood wine.

...It seemed that the Silver Arena opened its doors to him from the day he saw Du Choumian drinking the wine with his own eyes.

Just like a spider sitting in the center of its web, contentedly examining the little bugs stuck to the edge of the web, occasionally casting a gentle and cold gaze—

Now that you've been caught in the trap, there's nowhere to escape.

As if to respond to Wu Manshuang's guess.

In recent days, the Silver Light Arena has been inviting Dui Choumian more and more frequently.

Therefore, one day, when Wu Man Shuang realized that his golden beast head ring could be upgraded to crystal, he had a vague feeling that the time to be caught in the spider web had come.

Sure enough, when Dui Choumian was invited to the backstage by the waiter that day, he looked up and saw another familiar figure.

It was Bu Ye, the fifth disciple of Zhan Yunxiao Sword Tun.

What Wu Man Shuang had predicted a few days ago was finally coming true at this moment.

Dui Choumian smiled gently and moved a soft and shiny silver ornament on her shoulder.

The silver bell with tassels at the bottom was twirled by the slender white fingertips, making a fragmented and blurry sound.

Bu Ye heard the bell sound and turned around to look over.

His eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit ready to go.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wait, Senior Brother Kang clearly said that they sent someone to contact Bu Ye!

At this moment, Wu Manshuang had to consider one thing: Did this swordsman brother not realize that Diu Choumian was his contact?

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang reflected on herself.

He felt: maybe, perhaps, probably...Dou Choumian's character interpretation was too deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Before Dui Choumian could send out the second signal, a waiter came and led them into a secret room.

Seeing the waiter bowing and about to leave, Bu Ye became a little anxious.

He frowned and called the waiter: "Wait, are you putting me and him together again?"

Dui Choumian held the cigarette across his lips, a lazy and weary smile on his face, and watched coldly without saying a word.

The waiter did not answer, but just stepped back in small steps.

Bu Ye raised his voice slightly: "Wait, didn't you remember? I said before - when redistributing opponents, avoid him, and also avoid that Koukoukou!"

"Oh... don't you understand by now?"

Behind Wu Manshuang and Bu Ye, a sigh suddenly came from the completely opposite direction of the secret room exit.

They both turned their heads and saw the person in charge of the Silver Light Arena standing in front of two curtains.

The man in charge had a handsome face, but there were a few bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes. The smile at the corners of his lips seemed to be a little neurotic, which added a hint of madness to his temperament.

After saying that, the person in charge ignored Bu Yeli and just looked at Dui Choumian fiercely.

"He doesn't understand, do you understand?"

Dui Choumian took a slow puff of his cigarette, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and then answered slowly:

"That is what I really want, but I dare not ask for it. To be honest, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

No one saw what he did.

But the swordsman beside him suddenly stiffened and fell straight to the ground like a stone statue.

When Bu Ye fell, he seemed to be unaware of what had happened, and his eyes were filled with shock: "You, you...arena..."

Dui Choumian laughed softly and said sarcastically in a very hateful way:

"There are two most painful things in the world. One is to have life but no money, and the other is to have money but no life... Congratulations, Bu Jianjun, you will soon experience both."

As Dui Choumian spoke, he pulled out the curved knife inlaid with turquoise and honey amber from his waist.

The knife flashed, and Dui Choumian brought the blade down without hesitation.

Seeing that the blade was approaching the swordsman's neck and was about to splatter blood, the person in charge suddenly called for a stop.

“…”

Dui Choumian paused and stood up with some dissatisfaction: "Why? He is not my token of allegiance anymore?"

The person in charge laughed and said, "Don't be too anxious, Mr. Dui. Your strength has already proved your qualifications. As for this Bu Jianjun... it would be a waste of talent to let him die."

Dui Choumian asked with a hint of meaning: "Then how can we avoid wasting it? Should we also drag it down and make it into blood wine?"

The person in charge waved his hand and said: "We accept talents like Mr. Dui. As for people like Bu Jianjun, we are also willing to accept them in another way..."

Before he finished speaking, a thin thread appeared from the curtain.

If Yan Luoyue was present, she would find that thin thread very familiar:

It looks like the meridians of the Thousand-Faced Demon, and also like the shell of the Left-Handed Helicon Demon, with only slight differences in toughness and thickness. It is exactly the puppet thread of the legendary puppeteer.

With lightning speed, the puppet thread was about to bury itself into the back of Bu Ye's head.

Once it has read all of Bu Ye's memories, the thread will break by itself.

At that time, Bu Ye would also become a manipulated and irreparable walking corpse.

The moment she saw the puppet threads clearly, Wu Man Shuang's pupils shrank: As expected, the Silver Arena and the demons are inextricably linked!

The next moment, Dui Choumian was like an arrow shot from a bow, and his figure shot out suddenly like an eagle!

He didn't even look at Bu Ye who was lying stiffly on the ground, nor did he even pay attention to the person in charge who had a frozen smile.

The demon from Southern Xinjiang drew the curved sword from his waist, stirred up a gust of wind out of nowhere in the small secret room, and rushed straight towards the curtain with fierceness and precision!

He actually threw the powerless Bu Ye to the ground, leaving Bu Ye to face the terrible puppet string!

The person in charge was greatly shocked. He didn't care about the sword practitioner on the ground and reached out with his claws to grab Dui Choumian who passed by him.

At the same time, Bu Ye, who should have lost the ability to move, jumped up from the ground with a somersault.

The puppet's thread that was as hard as iron and stone was cut in half by his sword.

The second sword swung was aimed directly at the back of the person in charge.

Feeling the surging sword power behind him, Wu Manshuang's mouth curled up slightly——

Fortunately, after receiving his secret signal, this swordsman brother was not completely stupid.

The effect of the smoke was only to paralyze Bu Ye for less than one tenth of a second.

The person in charge was attacked from behind and had to turn around to defend himself.

A dark green weapon like an eagle's claw appeared in his palm, and with a clang it blocked Bu Ye's sword.

The collision of metal and iron created several strange and long-lasting echoes in the secret room.

At the same time, in front of the puppeteer who was standing alone behind the curtain, more than a dozen monks suddenly emerged from the shadows, just like a farmland where Jin Kela had just been defeated!

These monks were tall and short, fat and thin, male and female.

The only similarity is the numb look in their eyes.

A dozen monks attacked at the same time, not only blocking Wu Manshuang's curved knife, but also creating a huge gust of wind, pushing back the poisonous smoke that Wu Manshuang had secretly smuggled.

In an instant, Wu Man Shuang and the swordsman Bu Ye retreated at the same time, with their backs against each other.

Bu Ye still doesn't know the whole story.

He was like a viewer who missed eighty episodes of a TV series, and he subconsciously let out a confused cry:

"What's going on? The demons have entered the Silver Light Arena?"

This is a bit tricky to explain.

At the critical moment, Wu Manshuang directly threw out the most powerful encouragement:

"This is a new competition format. You and I will work together as a team. If we win, we can get 10,000 low-grade spirit stones."

Bu Ye was overjoyed: "That's great!"

Wu Manshuang added calmly, "If you lose, both my smoke gun and your sword will be given to someone else."

“…”

Hearing this, Bu Ye let out a loud roar and jumped up on the spot!

A true swordsman would never watch his wife remarry!

It’s not okay to let your wife become a sword sheath seller!

The next second, the dozen or so monks controlled by the puppet threads, as if angered by Wu Manshuang's sudden attack on the puppeteer, suddenly attacked Wu Manshuang.

At the same time, the curtain was drawn again, hiding the puppeteer's figure.

Behind the curtain, dozens of puppet threads spurted out.

These puppet strings were thin and inconspicuous, waving wildly in the air like octopus tentacles, but their target was unusually consistent, shooting towards the swordsman Bu Ye from the front, back, left and right.

As for the person in charge, he did not rush to chase, nor did he join the battle. Instead, he stared at Wu Manshuang's figure and muttered to him.

“…”

Among the puppet monks, there was a female monk who used colorful silk.

She threw the colorful magic weapon in her hand, and the colorful silk turned dozens of times in the air, and finally caught the smoke gun in Wu Manshuang's hand with perseverance, and then dragged it back fiercely -

At the same time, the rest of the puppet monks rushed forward and attacked Wu Manshuang from all angles.

Judging from their actions, they were determined to force Wu Manshuang to let go of the smoke gun magic weapon.

Wu Manshuang's mind raced, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face.

——These people don’t know that his ability to use poison is innate and does not rely on magic weapons.

Wu Manshuang decisively let go.

At the same time, a huge cloud of thick black poisonous fog that covered the sky and enveloped all the puppet monks suddenly spread out from behind him, covering himself and all the puppet monks.

The poisonous mist could actually block other people's consciousness.

For a moment, no one knew what happened in the dark fog.

Even the puppet monks who were trapped in the cage could not tell the directions of east, south, west and north, and could only choose a direction and try their best to break out.

In this brief moment of blinding her eyes, Wu Man Shuang cut her fingertips and the blood coagulated like jade.

He solidified more than a dozen blood drops into tiny hard beads like agate, and then shot out in different directions at the same time.

Some of these dozen blood beads directly penetrated the puppet monk's armor. The moment they penetrated into the flesh, they caused the opponent to lose all defenses and fall down like a puppet with its strings cut.

Some of them were blocked by the defensive magic weapons of the puppet monks.

The blood beads failed to penetrate the puppet monk's defensive magic weapon.

However, the next second, the blood drop was shattered into a handful of smoke that could not be any smaller due to the force of the rebound.

Immediately, fine blood-red smoke invaded the opponent's defense head-on and penetrated every pore.

In just a few counts, the monks who were holding the blood beads fell down with deathly pale faces.

Judging from the extent of their physical injuries, the injuries they suffered were actually more serious than the former.

At the same time that Wu Manshuang was fighting the enemy, Bu Ye was also fighting.

Although this swordsman lacks luck and brains, his strength is indeed good.

He swung out twenty-one swords in an instant.

Every time a ray of cold light appeared, it would simultaneously cut an extremely tough yet flexible puppet thread into two pieces.

The difficulty of this is no less than that of an ordinary person cutting a blank piece of paper with bare hands.

However, Bu Ye didn't even blink.

While cutting all the puppet threads, he was even able to spare some time to give a hand to the person in charge who was standing nearby and muttering something in his mind.

Person in charge: “…”

The person in charge dodged, bloodshot in his eyes grew more violent, and his eyes, when he looked at Wu Man Shuang, were filled with unbelievable and almost crazy eyes.

"Impossible... You've already drunk the blood wine, why would you..."

Wu Manshuang immediately responded: "Besides being addictive, your blood wine also has a manipulative effect?"

No, that's not right. It shouldn't be an act of manipulating the monks.

If a glass of wine could achieve this goal, then there would be no need for the Silver Light Arena to spend a lot of money to raise puppeteers.

Suddenly, Yan Luoyue's letter and the few lines of text marked in bold on the letter flashed through Wu Manshuang's mind.

He murmured: "Self-destruction..."

Luoyue once mentioned that the direct cause of Wei Qingsi's death was that she launched a self-destruction that could not be prevented even if her spiritual power was sealed!

Seeing Wu Manshuang and the person in charge confronting each other, Bu Ye suddenly said, "You deal with him? That's fine."

Before he finished speaking, Bu Ye's figure had already passed by Wu Man Shuang and headed straight for the curtain.

This swordsman brother fights so attentively, so passionately, and so seriously.

Apparently, he really believed Wu Manshuang's casual remark "The winner gets 10,000 spirit stones, and the loser's wife remarries" to be true.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Sometimes human persistence is an advantage.

The warriors arrived before the swords.

The heavy floor-length curtain was neatly divided into four pieces, fluttering to the ground.

The puppeteer behind the curtain was about to escape, but when he saw Bu Ye chasing him like a mad dog, he quickly sprayed out more than ten puppet threads.

Perhaps because all the puppet monks he controlled died, the monster puppeteer was seriously injured.

These dozen puppet threads are soft and spongy, and their quality is not as good as the previous swords.

Bu Ye cut them all down with just one strike of the sword.

In one thousandth of a second, it seemed as if the only sound left in the world was the sound of that sword.

A sad and majestic sword spirit filled this small secret room.

The sword intent was so sad and mournful, as if it was about to burst through the heart and burst out——

Then, at the moment of piercing the puppeteer's chest, the sword wind suddenly lifted the roof of the secret room.

The puppeteer was unwilling and died on the spot.

And from the broken roof, a figure waving eight tentacles suddenly jumped down from the hole!

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Kang is late!"

Wu Manshuang let out a breath slowly and revealed a warm smile as she saw the support.

He said softly, "Brother Bashui."

Before the puppeteer died, he let out a piercing scream that was beyond the reach of a human voice.

The voice made everyone present frown, and the person in charge looked even more furious.

The person in charge laughed in anger, grinning wildly with his white teeth, and shouted: "Good, good, you are really great!"

The next second, the person in charge paused, suddenly jumped into the sky, and then showed a magic gourd tied with a red rope!

The man held a gourd in his hand and called out Bu Ye's name first.

Hearing this greeting and seeing this scene, Wu Manshuang's mind suddenly flashed with a story that Yan Luoyue had once told him.

It is a magical story about "Sun Xingzhe", "Zhe Xingsun", "Xingzhe Sun" and the purple gold gourd.

Wu Manshuang didn't even think twice and said to stop him, "Don't answer—"

Bu Ye did not respond.

After all, he is a cold and aloof swordsman who is very frugal with words.

But he just looked up, without even saying a word, and was sucked into the gourd by the powerful suction!

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Kang Bashui: “…”

The person in charge sneered and called out the name "Du Choumian" again.

Wu Manshuang said nothing. Learning from Bu Ye's lesson, he didn't even glance at him.

At the same time, he did not forget to cut his palm.

If Wu Manshuang is also sucked in, then we'll see whether his blood corrodes the magic weapon first and poisons its owner, or whether the magic weapon kills him first.

When the person in charge saw that Wu Manyhuang did not react, he guessed that "Du Choumian" was probably a pseudonym.

He grinned, shook the gourd in his hand, and said to Wu Manshuang:

"If you tell me your real name, I won't kill him."

Wu Manshuang glanced at him mockingly: "Why, do you think I like to lure the enemy into the house like you do?"

The person in charge bulged his eyes in anger: "Aren't you a disciple of a famous and upright sect? I threatened him with his life, and you didn't take it seriously?"

Wu Manshuang said in a serious tone, "We are a prestigious and upright sect, and we only produce hypocrites. This man is not my fellow disciple, and none of his fellow disciples were among the onlookers. Who knows how he died?"

Person in charge: “…”

The logic behind this statement is simply impeccable.

Wu Manshuang even predicted that the person in charge would ridicule her as a "hypocrite" and snatched the person's words in advance!

He has said both the positive and negative things, so what does the person in charge say?

Maybe this is what it means, to say other people's words and leave them speechless!

The person in charge choked so much that his neck stretched an inch longer.

He choked very obviously before turning his gaze to Kang Bashui on the other side.

His brows relaxed and the person in charge came up with a plan.

He sneered, "He's not your senior brother, so it's none of your business? Fine - then I'll catch one of your senior brothers!"

The person in charge laughed and said, "You may not know that your Brother Kang is as famous as his eight tentacles - Kang Bashui!"

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Kang Bashui: “…”

For a moment, heaven and earth were silent.

However, nothing happened.

The person in charge shouted again in disbelief: "Kang Bashui!"

“…”

Time seemed to have stopped because of this heartfelt call.

After a long while, Kang Bashui, or rather, Senior Brother Kang whose full name was Kang Zhuzhu, slowly spoke:

"Maybe, this isn't my real name either?"

Person in charge: “…”

If the inner voice could be projected outwardly, at this moment, the entire arena would be filled with the screams of the person in charge—

Are you, Gui Yuanzong, sick?

Why do disciples have to use a fake name when they go out and hang out? !

Ah, this is a beautiful misunderstanding, let it remain so.

The person in charge is a Yuanying monk.

At the same time, he was holding a very unreasonable gourd magic weapon.

Logically speaking, the person in charge should be unrivaled wherever he goes.

It’s a pity that the person he met today was Wu Manshuang.

And Wu Manshuang's ability is even more unreasonable than his.

Then, within a moment, the man was subdued by the blood mist.

Considering that his cultivation was one level higher than Wu Manshuang's, Wu Manshuang did not dare to be careless. His first move was a fatal one, and he did not even think of leaving any survivors.

Judging from the subsequent actions of the person in charge, this approach cannot be considered unwise.

Because the person in charge himself never seemed to have thought about accepting the result of surrendering without a fight.

When Wu Manshuang forced him into a desperate situation, the person in charge glared at Wu Manshuang fiercely, before the poisonous mist and drizzle could break through his protective shield and cover his skin.

Then he blew himself up into a bloody firework of flesh and blood.

He gathered his energy into an umbrella to prevent the flying flesh and blood from splashing onto himself.

Wu Manshuang sniffed and actually smelled a familiar smell from the strong fishy rusty smell.

“…”

This feeling...

The sense of familiarity was hazy, as if it came from a past life more distant than this one, or like a figure trying to peek inside, but blocked by a layer of frosted glass.

Pursing her lips, Wu Manshuang thought secretly: If Luoyue practiced the "Turtle Shrinking Technique" because of this sense of familiarity, then it makes sense.

Because this painful feeling is like a ghost's hand sliding lightly down your spine.

Although it did not cause any substantial harm, it still made people feel uneasy.

Wu Manshuang stretched out an arm to stop Kang Bashui from approaching recklessly.

The little snake first retracted its poison, then picked up the gourd and released Bu Ye from the magic weapon.

Fortunately, apart from his clothes being slightly disheveled, the swordsman showed no other signs of injury.

At this moment, even if Bu Ye was slow and dull, he would have realized that this was probably not a ring match.

Compared to Wu Manshuang, he was obviously more familiar with Kang Bashui, and immediately cast two inquiring glances towards Senior Brother Octopus.

Wu Manshuang let out a breath and pointed at the puppeteer lying between the curtains:

"Brother Kang, the evidence is here. You can contact Xueyu and Fanyin Temple now."

Kang Bashui understood Wu Manshuang's intention to leave from her words.

Considering the conjoined twin status of Junior Brother Wu and Junior Sister Yan, the answer is immediately clear:

"Junior Brother Wu, are you going to look for Junior Sister Yan?"

Wu Manshuang nodded slightly: "Yes. I'll go see how her...Turtle Shrinking Technique is going."

Kang Bashui asked with concern: "Do you know where Junior Sister Yan is?"

Wu Manshuang smiled and touched her chest.

In his chest pocket, there is always a compass that is no bigger than a copper coin.

"I know her position, and she will know mine."

…

Ever since witnessing Wei Qingsi's death, Yan Luoyue has indeed been practicing the Turtle Shrinking Technique with great concentration.

——Translated into human language, it means: Don’t waste your time if you don’t develop well.

So, when everyone was discussing sending someone to the Silver Light Arena to lure out the enemy and see how they would react, Yan Luoyue did not take the initiative to sign up.

Her fighting style is so personal.

If that dangerous feeling really came from the depths of her memory, or in other words, from the Moon-falling Tree...

What Yan Luoyue should do now is to try not to stand out.

Not until the golden consciousness bar is strong enough and Yan Luoyue has recovered all her memories, can she be sure what she should do.

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan volunteered to go around the arena and earned a silver beast head ring.

The Silver Light Arena was silent, as if no one knew about Wei Qingsi's death.

During this period, Yin Wangyou, as an important witness and the theoretical discoverer of the Demon World Jinhua spectrum map, was heavily protected and picked up by a special person and taken to Guiyuan Sect.

Not long after, Yan Luoyue and others received a message from Gui Yuanzong.

——The sect followed Wu Manshuang’s suggestion and ordered the disciples of Guiyuan Sect who were on missions outside to search for traces of the local nest.

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

Yes, nesting!

Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan looked at each other, and both recalled the experience of accidentally entering the nest and fighting the swaying tree.

Then, everyone began to look for traces of the nest.

Under the leadership of Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, they plowed almost every corner of the city, but in the end found nothing.

So, Yan Luoyue took the lead for the second time and searched every corner of the wilderness, but still there was no news.

“…”

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Luoyue decisively pushed Shen Jingxuan out.

Yan Luoyue showed a lovely smile and looked at the little nun expectantly:

"Jingxuan, can you show me that... that... getting lost on the spot?"

Shen Jingxuan: “…Ah?”

"Ahem." Realizing that he had said it too bluntly, Yan Luoyue clenched his fist and put it close to his lips. "What I mean is, Jingxuan, you lead the team this time. You can go wherever you want."

“…”

Shen Jingxuan looked at Yan Luoyue suspiciously, but finally nodded slowly in her shining eyes.

Yuan Feiyu quietly pulled Yan Luoyue aside and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything special about this?"

Yan Luoyue groaned and said, "Indeed, there is. After all, Jingxuan can even accurately identify Manshuang when she was a child..."

Back then, Yan Luoyue spent three or four years but failed to find Wu Manshuang.

However, Shen Jingxuan was actually encountered by Wu Manshuang in the wilderness at least dozens of times!

Based on this, Yan Luoyue absolutely believes in Shen Jingxuan's strength.

So, Shen Jingxuan led the team and started to get lost.

The disciples in the team had all received Yan Luoyue's warning in advance, so no matter how outrageous the path Shen Jingxuan took, they didn't blink an eye.

And then... this is what happened.

After passing through a main street, two alleys, three sewers, four underground secret passages that were dug by someone unknown, and half of a backstage passage that looked like a building, they arrived...

Everyone: “…”

Yuan Feiyu murmured, "Junior Sister Dayan, look, does this place look like the underground arena that Junior Brother Wu described?"

Yan Luoyue said dully, "Except for the different city, everything else is very similar to Xinli... Is this the underground branch of the Silver Light Arena in Yixin City?"

Yes, Shen Jingxuan did not lead the team to find the nest.

She led the team directly into the base camp of the Yixin City Silver Light Arena...

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Jingxuan's obsession with finding the right path finally broke through the limits of east, south, west and north, and added the two additional extremes of up and down.

From now on, he went up to the sky, down to the earth, and dived into the water to pan for gold. Looking at the vast universe, I'm afraid there is no place where Shen Jingxuan can't get lost!

Compared to Yan Luoyue's speechless expression, the underground person in charge of the Silver Light Arena here was obviously even more terrified.

God knows where this group of people came from.

In short, they broke through the blockade of the underground arena and appeared on the stands.

And except for the nun in the lead, everyone else was neatly dressed in the robes of Gui Yuan Sect's disciples!

——It’s very obvious, they are here to raid their underground arena!

To use an example, it is like a team of uniformed police officers suddenly come to a hotel that is operating illegally.

Anyone with a sound brain can relate to the fact that they are sweeping pornography.

If the arena is not open today, the person in charge can just turn a blind eye, say a lot of nice things, and send these disciples away.

But the problem is... today the arena is not only open for business, but it is also open in a big way.

Now, the ground is full of fresh monster corpses, which are still displayed in the fighting arena.

Some monsters haven't taken their last breath yet, and their hooves and horns are still twitching slightly.

The blood wine obtained from the first fight has been delivered to the spectators.

Some spectators drink the blood wine, which is when they become easily irritated.

There were also spectators who had just finished drinking half of the blood wine and immediately looked nervous when they saw the robes of Gui Yuanzong's disciples.

No matter what, today's incident will definitely not end well.

If these Guiyuan Sect disciples were to be released back into the wild, there would be endless troubles. If they were to be killed on the spot, there would also be endless troubles.

If you have to choose between the two...

The person in charge's eyes suddenly darkened.

The next second, the person in charge made a gesture.

Then he, along with the core members of the Silver Light Underground Arena, began to retreat silently.

The spectators who had drunk the blood wine rushed forward recklessly without waiting for a word.

Among the hundreds of spectators, only a few were exceptions.

Most of them had only drunk blood wine once or twice, and when they saw the disciples of Guiyuan Sect dressed in uniform, they immediately showed expressions of fear.

When he saw the spectators around him rushing towards the Guiyuan Sect disciples, his expression turned into confusion.

Yan Luoyue had seen Wei Qingsi's appearance before her death.

At this moment, at that moment, these spectators who drank the blood wine were so similar to Wei Qingsi before.

At this moment, they all seemed to have activated a self-destruct program that would start with one click.

No matter whether they were knocked down or their spiritual powers were blocked, it couldn't stop this group of people from rushing forward to die.

"Damn it!" Amid the chaos, Yan Luoyue heard Senior Brother Xiao Yuan's angry shout.

Yan Luoyue was not afraid of the damage caused by her self-explosion and rushed out from the crowd of spectators.

At this moment, there was only one thought burning with anger in her mind - those culprits, the people in charge of the Silver Arena... they must not be allowed to get away!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Yan Luoyue's chest suddenly felt hot.

In her front pocket, she always carried a compass that was no bigger than a coin.

There are two copies of this compass, and the other one is in Wu Manshuang's hand.

This feeling right now is clearly...

As soon as Yan Luoyue poked his head out from the crowd, he saw Wu Manshuang's figure, like a god descending from the sky.

Perhaps because it was in a hurry to find Yan Luoyue, the little snake did not change its attire and was still wearing the gorgeous clothes of the southern border demon.

He only wore a pitch-black cloak on the outside, and the silver bells rang when he walked. His pale white feet were revealed under the cloak, and his ankles were elegantly shaped, like beautiful jade, which made him look even more seductive, like a half-hidden lute.

Wu Manshuang was wrapped in a cloud-like mist and fell lightly to the ground.

In an instant, the responsible people who were about to escape fell to the ground one after another as if the power was cut off.

They were not like the people in charge of Tianyuan City, who had anticipated Wu Manshuang's poisonous fog and were able to resist while calmly self-destructing.

After being knocked down, this group of people originally planned to follow the example of the spectators who were exploding one after another.

However, they were surprised to find that the smoke that bound them was of unknown composition.

At this moment, let alone activate the wires in their bodies, they couldn't even move a little finger.

Ignoring the shock of the group of people, Wu Manshuang looked in the direction of Yan Luoyue with a serious expression.

Sure enough, in this scenario, his previous guess was confirmed to the fullest.

That blood wine...it's more than just addictive.

Just because Wu Man Shuang was fine after drinking the blood wine doesn't mean others will be safe after drinking it.

Especially in this scene where so many people were self-destructing, the familiar feeling that made Wu Manyhuang feel sick and nauseous seemed even stronger.

Wu Manshuang walked straight towards the group of spectators without saying a word.

After passing two or three people in succession, he finally caught a spectator who was a little slower in resisting and pressed his forehead.

The moment the spiritual power penetrated into it, Wu Manshuang felt a sudden chill in her heart.

The special spiritual energy brought in by the blood wine grew and expanded in the bodies of these spectators, and then formed something... difficult to describe.

If it was Wu Man Shuang's root poison, even if it was diluted one thousand or ten thousand times, one drop would be enough to make a person explode and die.

But the special power in blood wine, although it can achieve the same result, is essentially something completely different.

If we use the evolution tree as an example, sword energy and knife energy are on the two branches of the evolution tree respectively.

And Wu Man Shuang's poison, and the power that caused the audience to explode... were completely on two different evolutionary trees.

Unconsciously, a sneer appeared on Wu Manshuang's lips.

The little snake's expression gradually became filled with a long-lost madness.

A hint of frost-like dark lines also appeared in the depths of his obsidian eyes.

At this moment, Wu Manshuang's feelings suddenly overlapped with Yan Luoyue's feelings when she witnessed Wei Qingsi's death.

The only difference is that after Yan Luoyue came into contact with this power, he felt like he had encountered a natural enemy that he had been fighting for a long time.

But after Wu Manshuang came into contact with him, she felt like she had met an old enemy on a narrow road.

The feeling of being in another world when the moon rises is the result of resisting this thing for tens of thousands of years.

And Wu Manshuang's feeling...

It was like he and this thing had been at war for thousands and thousands of years.

And they both knew that one of them would not stop until all the enemies were killed.