Mystery: start a secret pavilion

Two days later.

"Haha... the formation is finally activated."

Ye Feilong, who had been busy for several days and never rested, looked tired, but at this moment he was very excited.

He can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wen Zhong, activate this seventh-rank magic circle." Ye Feilong was paralyzed from exhaustion and didn't want to move any more.

Li Wenzhong took the order and opened the magic circle.

"boom!"

In that instant, a golden mask emerged from the sky above Ziji City and enveloped it.

There are faint stars hanging down, and a majestic breath overflows.

But it quickly disappeared with the disappearance of the golden light curtain.

At this moment, the people of Ziji City sensed something changed in the sky above their heads, but they couldn't say it out.

"Hmph, after watching, who dares to underestimate me?" Ye Feilong straightened his back and spoke very forcefully.

When the time comes, if anyone from the Demon Cult dares to come, they will never return.

Even if the Immortal Realm power comes, it won't work!

"Wen Zhong, help me down, I'm tired." Ye Feilong said wearily.

In the Tianji Pavilion, Wu Feng overlooked from a high place, had a panoramic view of the entire Ziji City, and showed a satisfied smile.

In this way, his old lair is much safer, even if the saint breaks in, he will have to lose a layer of skin.

"System, how much secret value does it take to directly break through to the Saint Realm?" Suddenly, Wu Feng asked on a whim.

[At least 300 billion secret points are required]

Wu Feng's mouth twitched.

This is simply an astronomical value. I don't know that it will take years of monkeys to break through the realm of saints.

[In this fantasy world, breaking through to the Saint Realm in 1000 years is regarded as a monstrous generation, and the host has accumulated 300 billion Heaven's Secret Points, and it will take about 1000 years]

Wu Feng simply practiced again and became familiar with the art of good fortune.

The Immortal Physique can only be cultivated when it needs to break through the Lingtai Realm.

And the breakthrough of every small realm from Chongmai realm to Lingtai realm requires a lot of secret value.

Wu Feng wondered if it was time to find some agents to make money for him...

The next day, it was just dawn.

The Great Barren Mountain was also wrapped in a layer of thick fog.

But at this moment, the sleeping Great Barren Mountain was disturbed, and the thick fog dissipated ahead of time.

"Roar!"

In the sky, with purple wings on both ends, the majestic flying monster, which looks like a tiger, pulled a cart and flew across the sky of the Great Barren Mountain.

Countless monsters were all prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

This is due to the suppression of low-level blood by high-level blood.

These two flying monsters are none other than the Purple Winged Xuanhu, one of the ancient alien species!

Ziji City was close in front of her eyes, but Ye Ziyun frowned, a little disappointed, and the two guards behind her immediately showed dismissive expressions.

"Is this the Purple City?"

"I thought it was something special. It turned out to be a small fringe town with little aura, where even the birds don't come to shit." The two guards laughed.

"Princess, I think the owner of the Tianji Pavilion has a false name, we might as well go back to the house." Another guard named Zhao Cheng suggested.

This place is indeed a barren place that cannot be barren, and it is not suitable for cultivation at all.

Ordinary seniors would choose to live in seclusion in a place with rich aura in order to get twice the result with half the effort.

And here, even ordinary monks would not want to come here.

"I'm here no matter what, let's find out the truth first."

Ye Ziyun's beautiful face showed a resolute expression.

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Cheng glanced at each other, both of them looked helpless, so they could only follow Ye Ziyun to Ziji City.

The arrival of the two purple-winged black tigers set off a wave of tyrannical monster aura, which rushed straight to Ziji City.

A strong enemy is coming!
Ye Feilong's heart was shocked, and he and Li Wenzhong came to the top of the city immediately, looked down at the two purple-winged black tigers from a high position, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and stared at the car.

This is one of the ancient alien species, with noble blood, who can use this kind of monster as a mount, who is so sacred?

Zhao Cheng came out and said sharply: "The Lord of Ziji City, why don't you come out to pick him up?!"

The sound was resounding, and a powerful pressure of spiritual power resounded throughout Ziji City.

Ye Feilong was indifferent, and even had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Today is different from the past. If he wants to see it, he will not go out. What can these people do to him?
Seeing Ye Feilong's delay in picking him up, Zhao Cheng's eyes flashed with anger.

The little Ziji City Lord is so negligent, does he not want to be the City Lord anymore?

At this moment, Ye Ziyun opened the curtain, glanced at Ziji City, and said: "There is no need to pick up the driver, let's go in like this!"

"Yes!" Zhao Cheng could only nod his head.

Two majestic purple-winged black tigers flew towards Ziji City with a tyrannical demon power.

"Just because of you, you want to come in?" Ye Feilong already regarded the three of Ye Ziyun as members of the Demon Cult who came to rob their houses, "Wen Zhong, bring me a stool, I want to eat melons and watch a show!"

Li Wenzhong moved a stool, Ye Feilong sat down and ate watermelon, smiling happily.

The moment the two purple-winged black tigers set foot in the sky of Ziji City, the surrounding space suddenly changed.

The Yaoguang Sacred Formation emerged, overflowing with starlight, crushed down with terrifying killing force.

Like a fallen leaf being swept away by a gust of wind, Ye Ziyun is that fallen leaf, which could be blown to pieces at any time.

Ye Ziyun looked shocked.

"boom!"

In an instant, the two purple-winged black tigers were smashed to pieces, and the demon blood spattered!

The chariot fell to the ground, and Ye Ziyun and the three fell out of the chariot in a state of embarrassment.

"It's unreasonable, I must kill you!"

How can Zhao Cheng suffer this kind of anger?The pent-up anger erupted directly, and the mighty spiritual power surged out.

He is indeed a cultivator at the Zhixuan Realm, and he is only short of a great power at the Longevity Realm.

There is even a breath of power on his body!

Ye Feilong was taken aback, but soon regained his melon-eating expression.

So what if he is a cultivator at the Zhixuan Realm?

In this Yaoguang Holy Formation, there is simply not enough to see.

Zhao Cheng's tyrannical spiritual power burst out, and his huge spiritual power was condensed in the palm of his hand, covering the sky above Ziji City with the power to shake the mountain.

This palm can crush even a mountain, let alone a small town.

"Zhao Cheng, don't act rashly!"

Ye Ziyun is quite accomplished in formations, and her heart beat wildly when she sensed the slightest hint of this great formation.

She felt that the large formation covering the entire Ziji City contained a peerless murderous intent, once it broke out, it would turn the world upside down in an instant!

This is actually a seventh-rank magic circle!
But it was too late.

One of Zhao Cheng's palms shook the Yaoguang Sacred Formation, and an extremely terrifying force counterattacked, like an enraged prehistoric beast waking up.

Immediately, Zhao Cheng's body shook violently, one arm exploded directly, and his face was splashed with blood.

Surprised by a sudden change, he backed away extremely quickly, his hairs standing on end from the intimidation of the formation that erupted just now.

If it wasn't for the earth-level spirit treasure on his body that saved his life at the critical moment, it might not be as simple as blowing off an arm.

If this is the case, this earth-level spirit treasure is also scrapped directly.

Ye Ziyun reminded: "Don't act rashly, this is a seventh-rank formation, even a saint would have to shed a layer of skin if he entered it."