In the ruins of the imperial city, a ray of light flashed in the teleportation array of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and three figures walked out of it, and a majestic aura immediately filled with it.

The current one looked like a sword, his eyes swept slightly in the hall, as if two stars were passing by in the void, and it was Mo Wentian, the head of Wuji Sect.

"Senior Brother, this...is this the Demon Palace?"

Lei Wanshan walked forward with a strait, his skin was burning like flames, bursts of heat coming out, and his pair of tiger eyes burst out with sharp light. After sweeping around, he found nothing.

"Senior Brother, the teleportation array of this sect can actually reach here directly. This is the ruins of the imperial city. It is said that it can be opened once a thousand years. Wouldn't it be exclusive to this sect in the future?"

On Gu Aoxue's cold cheeks, an unconcealable joy flashed across the face of Gu Aoxue. What the head brother said was still in his ears. She couldn't believe it at this point. The head brother not only obtained the inheritance of the True King of Heavenly Demons, but also took the entire ruins of the imperial city as his own. This was simply an infinite treasure. If the disciples of the Wuji Sect used this as a treasure land for their experience, the benefits they would get were simply unimaginable.

Mo Wentian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Let's go! Senior brother takes you to a place. This is an opportunity, it depends on whether you can grasp it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly walked forward and reached out to push open the heavy palace gate. Outside was the sound of water flowing, a turbid river flowed through the north and south, and the yin and death energy filled the air.

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue looked at each other, with confusion and confusion on their faces. They didn't know where the senior brother of the sect was going to take them to? The two of them followed silently, which could corrode the Nine Nether River of the True King, like the ghost realm of the ghost world, the boundless mass grave, and all the way to the endless ruins of the underground imperial city. The journey of four or five days was like a new journey.

On this day, I finally arrived at my destination, and in front of them there was a mountain standing. This was an extremely strange mountain, usually a blazing volcano with gurgling magma everywhere. However, on the other half of this mountain, it was a different world, an iceberg with extremely cold bones, and glaciers and frozen soil.

At the top of this mountain, there are two main halls standing, one is the red Flame King Hall and the other is the silver-white Ice King Hall. The back walls of these two main halls are close together, as if they were built together, and it is a bit abrupt and strange.

"Is this the inheritance hall of the ancient flame king and the ancient ice king?"

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue were shocked. They looked up at the strange building, but they had not turned around for a while. At this moment, how could they not understand the intention of the senior brother of the sect? They only felt that the excitement was really hard to calm down.

Among the eighty-one true kings in ancient times, the top true kings of Yan and Ice King are both expected to understand the power of their origin and step into the realm of the Dharma King of Dharma in one fell swoop. They are really powerful figures, and they are the right-hand man of the King of Beidou.

One of these two ancient true kings practiced the fire-attribute magical power and the other practiced the ice-attribute magical power. It is said that the two true kings competed with the fighting magical power in ancient times. The cold aura of ice shot by the Ice King froze the lakes hundreds of miles away into ice, and did not melt for tens of thousands of years; and the hot aura of fire punch also burned the mountains hundreds of miles away into slurry, becoming a volcano that was still swelling for tens of thousands of years.

Logically speaking, the two true kings should be a bit incompatible, but I don’t know why? The main halls of King Yan and King Ice are built together, like a main hall being divided into two halves of ice and fire.

"As long as you reach the top, you will have the opportunity to step into the Yan King Hall?"

Lei Wanshan's breathing became heavier. He pursued the origin of fire throughout his life and had infinite longing for the Fire King, who practiced the ultimate fire-attribute magical powers. In the ancient Bianhuang Spirit Realm, the Fire King was the true king closest to the origin of fire.

The same is true for Gu Aoxue. No matter how indifferent she is by nature, she is involuntarily excited. The surprise look on her cheeks is obvious. If she gets the inheritance of the ancient Ice King, there will definitely be unimaginable benefits.

Mo Wentian nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Lei, you are Shanhuo Spirit Root, Junior Sister Gu, you are Shan Bing Spirit Root. As long as you step into the Yan King Palace and the Ice King Palace, you will definitely gain something from the Origin Avenue you pursue."

When he said this, he said in a serious tone: "But the inheritance of the Zhenwang Hall is not so easy to obtain? You must go through the test of the ancient Zhenwang. I hope you can become the destined persons in these two halls."

"Yes! Please rest assured that the senior brother of the sect is right in front of you, even if there is a glimmer of hope, the junior brother and junior sister Gu will not give up."

Lei Wanshan immediately responded that he had now achieved great success in the golden elixir and had realized the innate magical powers with four fire attributes. It was when he was ambitious. A scorching light flashed through his eyes, like a flame pounding, showing infinite confidence.

The same is true for Gu Aoxue. If you say anything else, she dares not say it, but as long as it is an ice-attributed magical technique, she has extremely confident and has a ten times more insight than ordinary monks.

Mo Wentian nodded, and naturally felt relieved. Although the Yan King Palace and the Ice King Palace have been discovered for tens of thousands of years, they have not been inherited so far. However, he fully believes in Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue, because there is no more suitable monk than them to inherit the inheritance of the two true kings, let alone have plenty of time to try.

As soon as he thought of this, he waved his sleeves and threw out two treasure sacks, handed them to each of them, and sighed: "There are ten best spirit stones in each treasure sack, which can activate the ancient teleportation array of the Heavenly Demon Palace once, and the senior brother will wait for you to return in triumph."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left here. It was not easy to climb the top of this mountain. Is it useful to stay here and wait. Moreover, he has been away from Zheng Yuer for more than ten days. I wonder what the situation is in Fengqin Palace? He was already a little worried.

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue held the treasure bag in their hands and watched Mo Wentian leave with respect until he disappeared into the darkness. Then they took a deep breath, walked towards the ice and fire of the mountain, preparing to hike to the top of the mountain.

At this time, Mo Wentian rushed over the ruins of the imperial city. In less than a day, he had already found the Fengqin Hall, and it was quiet inside, without any sound.

Mo Wentian couldn't help but wonder, but was a little at a loss. He didn't know where Zheng Yuer was now? Had he walked into this hall? He couldn't help but walk forward, and he had to step closer to this quiet hall.

"Zheng!"

However, suddenly, at this moment, a sound of piano came from the hall, like jade beads falling from the plate, which was so pleasant that it could not be said, and it was directly penetrated into the ears and rang directly in the heart lake.

Strangely, a musical layman like Mo Wentian, at this moment, actually understood the meaning of the piano sound, and the sound conveyed the intention of playing. Hearing this section of the piano sound, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a look of relief flashed through his eyes.

Now, Zheng Yuer is in this hall. Not only has she obtained the Blood Phoenix Spiritual Piano as she wishes, but she also painted countless ancient piano scores on the four walls of the hall. If she comprehends these piano scores on the walls, it will be unimaginable for her cultivation. Zheng Yuer obviously does not want to give up such a rare opportunity.

Just like Mo Wentian was in the Painting Palace, although he received the Painting Holy Pen, he did not have the opportunity to comprehend the murals above. Therefore, he had this supreme spiritual weapon, but he did not have the ability to paint the Painting Holy Master. However, the scene at that time did not allow him to have time to comprehend.

The ruins of the imperial city have been opened once every thousand years. Each time they are opened for less than half a month, anyone can only get the treasures inherited by the True King, but they cannot learn the skills of the True King. It is better to teach people and fish than to teach people and fish, but they will lose the most important things.

But the situation is different now. The ruins of the imperial city are already the unique secret realm of Wuji Gate. There is endless time to explore and study and fully excavate this treasure. Naturally, the magical powers inherited by the True King cannot be spared.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Wentian left quietly. Since Zheng Yuer was comprehending the piano score and his two junior brothers and sisters were looking for opportunities, it would be useless to stay here. It would be better to return to the sect. During this period, for him, completing the main task of level five sects is an urgent task.

He continued to return all the way, and in the past four or five days, he used ten top-grade spirit stones with some pain, but Mo Wentian had returned to Wuji Gate.

At this time, the sky was as clear as the blue sky. It was the morning when the drums and music were loud on the Thousand Earth Peak, and the figures of people in the serene clothes were gathered on it, as if thousands of disciples were gathered, and cheers were heard from time to time.

After Mo Wentian's spiritual consciousness swept over, he immediately realized that this was an inevitable event for the sect's annual outer disciple competition and the selection of inner disciples.

In the past, such a competition for outer disciples was hosted by Lei Wanshan. This year, Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue were taken to the ruins of the imperial city by themselves, and Ye Wuying had already gone to Lanzhou, which naturally fell on Mu Yuxuan.

If calculated based on time, I think I am already the candidates for the top ten and inner disciples, and now I am just a qualifying match. If the ranking of the decisive victory is higher, the attention of the sect can be received and more resources will be given.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Wentian immediately stood up in the air, hid above the Houtu Peak, and looked down on the crowded competition stage. For the training of his disciples, he had been silently observing and not allowing any outstanding disciple to be buried in the sect.

At this time, suddenly, above Wuji Peak, the spiritual energy seemed to rotate uncontrollably. In the clear blue sky, a red cloud suddenly grew. Under the continuous fluctuation of the spiritual energy, the red clouds swept through the void like a heavy sword.

A faint smile flashed across Mo Wentian's calm face. Such a strange phenomenon in the world showed that there was obviously an outer disciple who had successfully built the foundation. It seemed that he had issued a task in the Comprehensive Affairs Hall, and this effort was indeed not in vain.
Chapter completed!