After walking in, I suddenly felt something was wrong. I turned my head and looked at Zhaoyue: "Oh, I was excited. I snatched Yuezun's path and offended Yuezun."

Zhaoyue raised her hand and waved her hand: "It's not a problem."

After saying that, he lowered his head slightly and passed by the ancestor Hongjun. But when Fu Chen followed her steps and passed by the ancestor, Hongjun subconsciously hit his arm.

The two of them had a brief look on their eyes, and they seemed to say a lot of words at the intersection, which gave the somewhat unsure Old Ancestor Hongjun a reassurance.

Fu Chen's obsidian star-like eyes showed a calm and peaceful aura. Even though there were no words, there was a breath that made the ancestor Hongjun feel at ease, as if the whispers fell to his ears, telling him that everything was in control now.

His silence was at this moment, and he was doting to help Zhaoyue, allowing her to perform her heartily.

As the deep stairs went down layer by layer, the smile on Fusang's face became deeper and deeper. While walking in front of the light, he looked back at the hem of the hand skirt, and Zhaoyue looked surprised and surprised.

Even Zhaoyue couldn't believe such a hidden space.

In the past century, who did he quietly help Fusang build such an exaggerated and secret hall under the nose of the ancestor Hongjun?

Such abilities and techniques can be hidden in the world and wilderness for so long. Is there another expert behind Fusang?

The more she thought about it, the slower Zhao Yue's downward pace slowed down. She almost turned around the clans and names she could think of, but she never noticed it in her memory. When was there an existence in the world that she had never heard of, and whose strength was already comparable to that of the gods?

From the corner of Fusang's eyes, looking at Zhao Yue's increasingly dull and cautious face, a sense of complacency arose in his heart.

Sure enough, it was an extremely correct decision to hide the immortal body of the Supreme God of Chunyuan after being caught in such an ice cave. A great seal of this level, except for the God of God and the person with the keys, who can enter, there will never be anyone else in the world who can enter in a short time without being discovered.

If Zhao Yue saw the immortal body of the Pure Yuan Shen and the immortal body disappeared, he could also knock the charge of stealing the immortal body on Zhao Yue's head, and the demon clan would be able to get a job.

As long as the immortal body is still in his own hands, the demon clan will be his right-hand man.

"After this gate, there is the Ice Valley where the immortal body is placed. This gate must be opened by secret methods." Fusang could not hide his smile. At the end of the steps, in front of the frozen gate, he placed the night pearl in his hand in a small hole on the wall. In an instant, a clear light slowly reflected behind the ice gate. The thick ice gate slowly opened, and the cold air like clouds poured down, submerging the people outside the gate.

The cold air was stable, and Fusang had a smile on his face just now, and it froze on his face in an instant.

The space behind the door is not big, and you can see the whole picture at a glance. The icy house that should have been crystal clear was filled with a burnt smell. From the ground to the dome, the charred traces were particularly abrupt. On the other side of the room, an ice bed with a chilling chill was now empty.

Not only Fusang was stunned, but even Zhao Yue was stunned.

Although Huang Quan said that if there was any accident, he would destroy Chunyuan's immortal body, Zhao Yue really didn't expect that he would encounter any accidents and had to burn a hellfire clean?

Fusang staggered half a step in the situation in front of him, and his head buzzed.

I am just a good person there, but why do I say it will be gone if I am gone?

Seeing Fusang staggering for half a step, Old Ancestor Hongjun rushed forward and was the first to step into the igloo. He raised his hand to wipe some charred marks from the ice wall, and smelled it: "Samadhi True Fire?"

He looked up in surprise, looked at Fusang in almost disbelief, and raised his hand again to show it to Zhaoyue, Fuchen, and Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan was surprised for only a second, and his eyes swept over Zhaoyue. Looking at her shocked look at her at this moment, no matter from any angle, it didn't seem to be pretending. Even Fu Chen frowned at this time. Although he still said nothing, he didn't look like he knew about it.

He shook his sleeves, stepped into the igloo, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, changed places and touched the ashes on the ice wall, and put them in front of his nose and smelled them.

"Well... it's Samadhi True Fire." He raised his head and looked at Fusang.

Zhao Yue looked at the scene in front of her, her mouth opened and closed for a while, but what she was thinking about was why Huang Quan was really burned with fire? Could it be that she had encountered the demon clan?

She lifted the hem of her skirt and hit Fusang in panic: "What are the Tianjun thinking? Go in and see, how could such a meticulous place be burned by a fire? This is not a trivial matter."

Fuzona's buzzing head was so awake that she hurriedly followed her and stepped in.

The igloo, which was originally small, was suddenly filled with people. Except for Zhao Yue and Fu Chen who had been standing at the door, who had been standing with his hands in his chest and looking at everything in front of him, everyone else had their eyes on the charred traces.

Only Zhao Yue, who lowered her head, followed it carefully from the rising cold air at the door with her head down.

"One, two, three, four, five... six?!" She looked up and looked at the three people who heard the sound in front of her, "The footprints at the door, including the three people you have already entered, there are six people."

While saying this, Zhao Yue turned around and looked at Fu Chen who was silent and standing outside the door. The two of them looked at each other and confirmed something.

Huang Quan did meet someone here, and it was at the point where he could only burn the body of Chunyuan Immortal to avoid subsequent problems. Then the person he met was most likely a member of the demon clan.

Originally, Zhao Yue wanted to find the marks of footprints that were destroyed, but when she looked down, she found that there was one more person. Then she thought that it might not be a bad thing to have one more person’s footprints. She could also wipe out her suspicion from Fusang, and simply throw it away. This little tail that had not been dealt with in the hasty in the underworld can be used.

When Fusang heard her say this, he walked to her side with a dark face and reached out to push away the slightly cold air on the ground. He saw the six different footprints appearing in front of him. In addition to the footprints when entering the door, there were even two pairs of footprints in the direction of going out.

He squatted there and watched for a long time, took a deep breath, and said nothing.

Zhao Yue glanced at his low head, looked at Fu Chen slightly, "A disciple, what he saw in front of him is all fabricated, do you understand?"

Fu Chen still smiled slightly, bowed down and said, "I understand."

Then, Zhao Yue squatted down, looked at Fusang in front of him, and said in a very low voice: "God Lord, this is not done by my Yue clan. Heavenly Lord should think about Zhou. Is it because of the demon clan? If it is really the demon clan, or the words that the deity asked the heavenly king in the palace just now, can the current Nine Heavens still withstand the battle with the demon clan?"

Although Fusang looked up, he kept staring at the footprints on the ground, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
Chapter completed!