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Seeing Liu Xukun and others follow up, many of the casual practitioners beside him also started to move, because they also felt that this was their last chance.

Finally, many casual cultivators followed suit.

Soon, there were less than 100 people left in the same place. Among them, there were 30 people from the Ziyan family, not a few, 19 people from the Wanjian sect, 18 people from the Shenhun Temple, and a dozen casual cultivators.

Liu Xukun and the others handed in the spirit spar, followed the monk Wanjie and the god tattoo masters, and began to walk forward slowly. After a few minutes, they passed another twenty meters, which seemed to be halfway through.

"Hmph, a group of idiots, do you think there will be gods standing there to take them there?" Liu Xukun looked back at Xue Liufeng and the others.

"Thanks to Senior Brother Liu, you are wise and decisive, otherwise, if we listened to that bad king, I'm afraid we would be just like Xue Liufeng and the others, still standing there in a daze, without even having the chance to go in." The person next to him said flatteringly.

"It goes without saying that Wang Huai is worthy of being compared with Senior Brother Liu."

Seeing Monk Wanjie walking halfway, he was about to approach the river in front of him. Wang Huai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stepped forward a dozen steps in a row. In the end, Wang Huai's body fell on the edge of that river.

Wang Huai poked his head, glanced at the situation in the river, and couldn't help taking a breath. At this moment, he suddenly understood why the Emperor Wu's tomb had attracted so much attention.

Wang Huai took a few breaths, stabilized his emotions, and then turned around, preparing to bring the people from the Soul Hall over.

However, just as he turned around, the members of the Ziyan family who had been standing at the starting point all this time suddenly moved.

I saw a group of people, all of whom were beauties, and their snow-white long skirts looked very dazzling in the darkness. Dozens of figures were flying in mid-air, each of them stepping out extremely delicate movements.

"Om, hum, hum..."

In the empty void, runes flashed one after another, and those members of the Ziyan family seemed to be stepping on the place where the runes flashed every step of the way.

The situation of being killed by the formation attack as before did not happen, and the whole family of Ziyan family passed through the formation extremely quickly and smoothly.

"This..." Those who were still following Monk Wanjie, moving forward step by step, were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. They walked for a long time, but they couldn't walk as fast as these women every minute.

"This Ziyan family member is very unique." Wang Huai, who was about to walk back, glanced at the snow-white figures and sighed.

Although this formation that blocks them is not particularly subtle, it is not easily broken by ordinary divine pattern masters. Wang Huai is already a fourth-level divine pattern master, but if he only relies on himself, he may not be able to pass. Thanks to Brother Pingtou, it is not easy for these members of the Ziyan family to be able to walk on the ground.

And just when Wang Huai's eyes swept over those members of the Ziyan family, suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Wang Huai.

It made Wang Huai's whole body tremble, and he froze there immediately.

That face just passed by in a flash, but it set off a storm in Wang Huai's heart.

Many things rose from his mind, many memories, the past frantically poured into Wang Huai's mind, which made his head swell.

"Is it her?" Wang Huai's heartbeat almost doubled. After becoming a martial artist, Wang Huai hadn't felt this way for a long time.

However, when he wanted to take a closer look, the members of the Ziyan family had already passed in front of him, and all of them landed on the bank of the river.

However, Wang Huai still stood there, looking at the backs of those from the Ziyan family, unwilling to look away for a long time.

"Hehe, Senior Sister, did you notice just now, that Wang Huai seems to be looking at you all the time." Some members of Ziyan's family also noticed Wang Huai's situation.

"Little girl, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense, you didn't see that Wang Huai didn't even blink when he stared at us just now."

"Hmph, he's just a prodigal son. Don't pay attention to him. Let's quickly find a way to cross the river. This time, our Ziyan family must find the biggest secret of the Emperor Wu's tomb." An older woman next to him disdainfully road.

"That's right, Wang Huai has only passed the fourth level of calamity, but he is not worthy of our Ziyan family. It's ridiculous for a toad to want to eat swan meat."

"Crossing the tribulation fourth level, why can he walk here first?"

Among Ziyan's family, there was a person standing there. She looked at Wang Huai, and for some reason, she had a strange feeling in her heart, as if she had seen Wang Huai there.

"Wang Huai, what are you doing, Wang Huai?" Seeing Wang Huai standing there, staring at the Ziyan family members motionlessly, Xue Liufeng was a little speechless, and couldn't help asking, after all, it was a bit embarrassing to look like that.

"Haha, a lustful person who dares to blaspheme the fairies of the Ziyan family, damn it." Someone also laughed.

Wang Huai came back to his senses, shook his head, and tried his best to dispel those flustered thoughts in his mind.

"It can't be her, it should be just a resemblance, she is dead, she can't appear here." Wang Huai recited silently several times, even biting his own lip, before his emotions gradually stabilized.

After adjusting his mood, Wang Huai walked back to the location of the Divine Soul Hall.

At present, the members of the Ziyan family have arrived at the bank of the river, and the monk Wanjie has led most of them through most of the way. Over there.

"Wang Huai, how did you get there?" Xue Liufeng asked.

"The level of this formation should be higher than level seven. It is impossible to crack it, but this formation deliberately left some tricks, which should be used to test the people who enter here. I just learned some magic tricks. The art of tattooing, so you can go there, you all get ready, go with me." Wang said badly.

Hearing Wang Huai's words, Xue Liufeng and the others were very excited. To be honest just now, seeing that most of the people had passed, he really had no idea. If he couldn't pass, it would be embarrassing.

Wang Huai turned his head and glanced at the remaining 19 members of Wan Jianzong. Among the 19 people, all 15 people from within Wan Jianzong did not move, and there were only four Keqing recruited from outside, because now Wan Jianzong's face He was on the side of Danshen Palace, so it was impossible for Wang Huai to help them, or he would be exposed, but he still cared a little.

"You don't need to worry about us, we can go there by ourselves." Suddenly a voice sounded in Wang Huai's mind, Wang Huai glanced at the direction of Wan Jianzong, it was the voice transmitted to him by the people of Wan Jianzong.

Since the other party has this confidence, he doesn't say much anymore.

"Okay, then pay attention to yourself."

Wang Huai turned his head and looked at the few remaining casual cultivators, "I can take you there, but only if you each give me a spirit spar."

"How many?"

Those casual cultivators were taken aback, "A piece of Lingjing?"

Most of them couldn't believe it, their ears, you know, just now the minimum requirement for monk Wanjie to bring those people there was [-] spirit crystals, but now, Wang Huai only accepts one piece?