The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

The ability displayed by Murong Chuan, as well as the exquisite mind, are enough to attract Fengyue's attention.

The ancient aristocratic family has stood in the Eastern Desolation for thousands of years, not just relying on the shadow of the ancestors, the key is to recruit talents.

Murong Chuan's ability and wisdom, judging by Fengyue's standards, can definitely be regarded as a guest of honor.

Except for the elite of the family, few people can compare to Murong Chuan.

This kind of talent must be recruited, but her attack speed lags behind the Zishui two, but she has a big card in her hand.

Thinking of the relationship between Shang Yuyao and Murong Chuan, Fengyue couldn't help secretly feeling happy.

She was happy, waving the wind whip in her hand even more joyfully, and Murong Chuan felt like cursing her mother.

Murong Chuan finally understood that the transsexual behind him was a complete lunatic.

If you are not happy to fight, if you are happy, you still fight, how can you look like a normal person.

Murong Chuan had originally thought of taking advantage of the mysterious attack and killing a few monks from the Feng family to enter the Sumeru Two Realm Fan.

After being beaten up by Fengyue, Murong Chuan completely gave up.

Another point, Murong Chuan didn't mention it, and didn't want to tell Fengyue.

The main reason why he insisted on killing the Holy Cult of Blood Prison was that not all of the cultists around him were at all, and some of them were lurking.

It's not that Murong Chuan saw or noticed those people, but a guess.

Although it sounds ridiculous, Murong Chuan is 100% sure that there must be people from the Holy Cult of Blood Prison hiding.

The reason he determined was very simple. Jiang Qiancheng and Xumi's two world fans were the key to passing through the ancient tree of Nai River, and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison could not give up easily.

But what I know from Murong Chuan is that since the Quartet forces reconciled, the Holy Sect of Blood Prison has not sent anyone to search for it.

Fengyue also said just now that the Holy Cult of Blood Prison is looking for the missing believers.

There are quite a few known believers of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, and there are still people who are searching for the missing believers, so the answer is very clear, there are still some believers who are hiding.

The most important thing is that when Murong Chuan makes plans, he has several back-up plans to consider all kinds of accidents. Doesn't the Holy Church of Blood Hell do this?
They did not know how long they had been preparing for this trip to the secret realm.

Didn't he think about how to enter the core palace in case the magic weapon is not available, or Jiang Qiancheng dies unexpectedly?

From Murong Chuan's point of view, the Holy Cult of Blood Prison must have a backup plan. Even without the Sumeru Two Realm Fan and Overlord Body, they can still reach the core palace.

Murong Chuan firmly believed in this point, which was also the reason why he insisted on destroying the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

No matter what plans and preparations the Holy Cult of Blood Hell has, destroying their vanguard will create many advantages and time.

Murong Chuan didn't care about the life and death of the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, as long as he had enough time to search the palace, that was enough.

The wind whip blew one after another, Fengyue acted recklessly, and it wasn't a day or two. Whoever hit the gun was unlucky, and everyone knew it.

In any case, Murong Chuan's wails added some vitality to the dead, at least everyone no longer panicked.

The black-robed chief priest observed for a long time, made sure that nothing unusual was found, and finally stopped paying attention to Fengyue.

After flying like this for most of the night, the assailant seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again, and the journey was very safe.

Fengyue originally planned to use a day and a half to reach the bottom of the trunk of the ancient tree.

When it was just dawn, it happened to be two-thirds of the way.

Coincidentally, apart from two attacks along the way, I didn't encounter any danger.

Everyone rejoiced that they were lucky, but Murong Chuan and Feng Yue glanced at the Holy Cult of Blood Prison without any trace.

Murong Chuan and Feng Yue wouldn't believe it if it was luck that they didn't have any danger along the way.Unless the path is known in advance, it will never be so smooth.

It was a coincidence that the two teams of casual cultivators both encountered a cliff, and the target of being hunted was also a member of the casual cultivator.

The routes taken by the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison and the Feng family did not encounter any danger, whether it was the initial fork in the road or the subsequent journey. These are two more coincidences.

It is inevitable that coincidences come together. If four coincidences come together, is it still a coincidence?
Just when everyone was praying and the road ahead was flat, a gully appeared.

A cliff like a moat cuts across the road that must be passed, and the ghosts and wolves howling in the wind can be heard from a distance.

It may be an exaggeration to say that the sky is a moat, but the gap in the cliff is huge, at least a hundred feet wide.

It was dark under the cliff, and at a depth of more than three feet, I could no longer see anything, completely swallowed by darkness.

This place is already close to the main trunk, and there is no mummy suspended before the cliff, so it is impossible to determine the time when the dark wind will surge.

Wind is invisible and qualityless, and can only be felt with the five senses.

If the eyes can't judge and perceive it through the skin, it will lead to death.

The Yin wind can plunder life in an instant, and when the wind blows, the person will basically die.

However, this is not a problem. Under the instigation of Murong Chuan, someone contributed the raised spirit beast.

Throwing the spirit beast into the cliff, and then shooting a few Huaguang beads, sticking to the body of the mummy, is the best yin wind lifting mark.

Regardless of the size of the cliff, as long as you have enough patience, you can always get through it safely, and this time is no exception.

Because the crack was so huge, they had to wait until the mummy was raised and lowered once to confirm the specific time when the Yin Feng disappeared before everyone got up and moved on.

After determining the exact distance, Fengyue called out a paper crane, picked up Murong Chuan and leaped up, riding away without anyone catching up.

Everyone else called out the magic weapon, and while manipulating the magic weapon to move forward, they used the rare time to digest and decompose the erysipelas in their bodies.

During the period when the yin wind disappears, as long as it is suspended between the cliffs, it will not continue to lose vitality.

This was a rare chance to breathe, and everyone even prayed that they would encounter more cliffs.

The crowd quickly passed by, even if it was a cliff of hundreds of battles, it was nothing to the monks.

Because of the huge cliff, the wind blows for a long time, and the time for the flags to die down is not short. Everyone just took this opportunity to meditate and exercise their skills.

All kinds of flying magic weapons are suspended on the edge of the cliff at the other end, ready to land at any time to avoid the wind.

This is a rare respite, and everyone hastened to recover, greedily enjoying a moment of respite.

Soon everyone fell into samadhi one after another, speeding up the physical and mental recovery, as well as the decomposition of erysipelas in the body.

Because of their busyness and joy, everyone forgot that as early as the first half of the night, they were attacked twice by unknown persons!

"what!"

The shrill scream pierced the sky, and everyone woke up one after another, and rushed to the cliff floor.

Murong Chuan gasped again with lingering fear, and he felt the cold malice again.

Fortunately, the ghost didn't look for him, but hunted and killed another monk.

That person was closest to the cliff, and there were two Guardians of the Divine Bridge around him, but they were so eager to recover their strength that they forgot their primary task.

Everyone looked around in shock, but there was nothing between the cliffs, only the flying magic weapon was floating quietly, and there was a pool of blood on it.