During the gathering at the ancient temple, people from Tiandao Academy, Moluo Realm, Sun Moon Sect, and even the Lianxin Family were present, but Qingyu Temple was the only one who never showed up.

This made Mu Shanxiang particularly suspicious.

"Qingyu Temple?"

Chen Qiaoqian shook her head in confusion, and the other people around her were equally clueless.

Mu Shanxiang frowned.

The sudden disappearance of Qingyu Temple always gave her a bad feeling.

After these guys entered the Shenxu, they seemed to have disappeared. Perhaps they were brewing some conspiracy...

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Among the colorful crystals, Han Yang moved forward.

The further you go, the more you can feel that the barrier between the two worlds is slowly dissipating.

"Strange, why is there a loophole between the two realms here? It stands to reason that the world of Shenxu is stronger than the ordinary small world. Even intermediate-level martial saints and above cannot penetrate the barriers between layers..."

Doubts gradually arose in Han Yang's heart.

Just as he continued walking forward for a while, he suddenly saw a corpse with a ferocious face lying between the crystals.

Look at the clothes, he is a disciple of Xuanming Sect in Tianwu Continent.

This man was crushed to death by the spreading barrier, and a certain expression of extreme terror still remained on his face at this moment.

Han Yang sighed slowly and put his body into the ring, then handed it over to Feng Hu for burial.

As I continued walking forward, I kept seeing the corpses of Xuanming Sect disciples.

They were all forced to come down to explore the way by the two sons of the Sun and Moon God Sect.

When the barrier between the two worlds burst open, they had no time to escape.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Han Yang's expression changed.

He found signs of being attacked on one of the bodies.

The blood filled the colorful crystal, looking a little evil.
Chapter completed!