The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Morally, Murong Chuan is right, but in terms of personal feelings, he is a bit unkind.

But Murong Chuan can't help it. If there is no such thing as the system, Murong Chuan will really be ruthless and help Zi Luoyan take the tomb of the Purple Emperor.

But the problem is, he needs the Qingdi lotus seed to cross over.

The Qingdi lotus seed is different from other relics of the great emperor, more like a sealed emperor's son.

What is an emperor, but an extremely terrifying bloodline.

As long as he doesn't die young, even if he eats wildly and doesn't do any serious things, he can still be called the existence of the quasi-emperor.

If Murong Chuan dared to touch something like this, Zi Luoyan would definitely fight him desperately.

Since he is doomed to be unable to get along with Zi Luoyan, he has no choice but to find a way out for himself in advance.

Anyway, if you are offended, you will be offended, so let's make the most of the benefits first.

One day in the future, when I will take the blame and return the many treasures, I will press the Qingdi lotus seed that no one knows, and the matter will be fooled.

This is Murong Chuan's wishful thinking. It is impossible for Fengyue to think of so much, but she can guess what Murong Chuan is up to.

She was also worried, so she took away some valuable things under Zi Luoyan's eyes, who would have thought that someone would give her a pillow when she was sleepy.

The two little foxes were whispering to each other, and the time was passing by. The orderly Blood Prison Pope also followed Murong Chuan's trail and was about to arrive at the Bellflower Garden.

The further you go to the back, the slower the Pope of Blood Prison will be.

One is that the time interval is long, and the traces have become faint; the other is that they know the Bellflower Garden and know that this is a good place to ambush.

If the enemy is really as cunning as Bei Si said, they will definitely stay and kill them.

The Pope of Blood Prison was not afraid of traps. They were even more worried about Murong Chuan and his party. Instead of staying to overshadow them, they went straight to the palace across the bellflower garden.

Based on their knowledge of the Purple Emperor's Tomb, they hope that the enemy will have more bad intentions so that they can gain more advantages.

The members of the second blood prison team are much smaller than the first team. Including the leading leader, there are only 13 people at full strength.

Like light apes, they kept leaping forward on the cliff, easily avoiding the eruption of the cold wind, dodging the attack of the dead ghost frog and other monsters.

It didn't take much time to rush to the bluebell garden, looking at the endless bluebells, I couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

"The bluebells have not been touched, either there are experts in the field who know the way to pass here, or they are lying in ambush and want us to take the lead."

The leader of the black-robed man stuck to the petrified tree trunk, looked up at the bluebells for analysis, and the other 12 black-robed men were speechless, as if they didn't care at all.

But that was only on the surface. Under the cover of the black robe, they continuously squeezed the formula with both hands, and the holy robe of the Blood Prison trembled regularly.

Obviously, they are not as relaxed as they appear on the surface, but are taking the time to explore the surrounding environment.

After a while, No. [-] man in black said in a cold voice: "Master Officiant, within a radius of thousands of miles, there is no sign of an ambush."

"Master Priest, I didn't notice the life reaction." The black-robed man No. [-] said.

"Master Officiant, the wind fluctuates too violently, and the bluebells are full of vitality, so I can't accurately perceive the energy response."

The man in black robe No. [-] said.

The twelve black-robed men were like machines. After reporting their situation one by one, they remained silent. They were many times more elite than the previous black-robed men.

The men in black robes under Jiang Qiancheng had already amazed Murong Chuan, and the men in black robes under Bei Si were even more formidable.

But compared with this person's black robe, it pales in comparison.

If it is said that Jiang Qiancheng's wave is religious, then Bei Temple's wave is warriors, and the current wave is dead soldiers, there is a gap of hundreds of thousands of miles between them.

"That guy Murong Chuan is very treacherous. Even if he really has the ability to pass through the bluebell garden, he will definitely ambush us. He must be around, let's look again!"

The black-robed chief priest seemed to know Murong Chuan's details well, so he didn't advance rashly at all, but became more cautious.

"Damn it, what's going on, I'm ranked in the Blood Prison Sacred Cult?"

Murong Chuan was holding the teacup, his face was full of entanglement and pain, he was almost yelling in pain.

He was originally a little boy, and it would be good if no one cared about him, but the reality is just the opposite.

Bei Si didn't care much about him before, but the newcomer is obviously more elite, but he is wary of him in every possible way, which is enough to show that the higher-ups care about him.

If a behemoth like the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison is interested in him, it means that there are countless escapes.

"The promotion of status is quite fast, and it is also an honor to be valued by the enemy."

Fengyue teased with a half-smile, but Murong Chuan flipped his teacup and said angrily, "Glory is useless, it can be eaten as food, or it can be used as a magic weapon.

I'd rather be treated like an idiot than be treated like a hero, it's so fucking passive. "

Murong Chuan sighed helplessly, and said, "Is your trap hidden?"

"Under the wind chimes, in the mud, it is very troublesome to search."

Fengyue is very confident, and Murong Chuan is noncommittal, deducing the unexpected situation and planning the next action.

The traps of the two have their own characteristics, Fengyue still uses spar as the medium, and Murongchuan uses spiritual whirlwind.

The advantage of the spiritual cyclone is that it is convenient and cost-effective, but the disadvantage is that the layout is a little troublesome and it is very easy to be detected.

However, it is very difficult to find it under the cover of wind and bluebells.

The advantage of spar is that it is convenient, and it is very difficult to find, but the disadvantage is that it is too expensive.

Crystal stones are much higher than spirit stones, and using money as talismans and weapons is enough to show how prodigal Feng Xiaoniu is.

"I always feel like I'm missing something."

Murong Chuan frowned and thought about it, Feng Yue was a little taken aback, and agreed: "I also feel this way."

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and said in horror: "Xumi Two Realms Fan!"

"I'll wipe it, it's over now, I've screwed myself up."

Murong Chuan yelled for no reason, got up and ran behind.

Fengyue sat in front of the table, propped her arm on the table, and rested her forehead with one hand helplessly, as if she was distressed, why her brain was not working well.

After Murong Chuan disappeared, he reappeared in Shui Jianji's virtual world in an instant.

Shui Jianji was at a loss, and before she had time to ask, Murong Chuan threw out a small bottle of potion and said eagerly while running:
"Prepare more of this medicine, before we leave, we will get a ticket."

After finishing speaking, Murong Chuan entered the realm of Zi Luoyan again, and said eagerly: "You are always at your beck and call, you must appear immediately if you need a killer move."

Zi Luoyan remained silent, but Murong Chuan couldn't wait for her to answer, his figure disappeared again, and appeared in Shang Yuyao's world in an instant.

"Hey, why are you free?"

Shang Yuyao asked in surprise, but Murong Chuan said eagerly, "Give me the Lingling three-day bill and the corresponding poison."

Seeing Murong Chuan's eagerness, Shang Yuyao didn't dare to delay, and directly took out what she needed and handed it over.

Only then did Murong Chuan let out a long breath, and returned to Fengyue's side again.