Chapter 2874

The middle-aged man felt Zhuo Wen's killing intention, trembled and hurriedly said, "I said, I said! Yan Changlao was imprisoned at the bottom of the blue moon lake, which is the private place of Lord ghost Ling and the forbidden area of the blue moon lake. We have never been there."

"Then you always know the location. Take me!" Zhuo Wen said indifferently.

The middle-aged man was helpless. Now his life was in Zhuo Wen's hands and had to be obedient.

Soon, they sneaked into the blue moon lake. The middle-aged man led the way in front, followed by Zhuo Wen. His divine sense firmly locked the middle-aged man to prevent the latter from playing any tricks.

At the bottom of the lake, they stopped in front of a three story tower.

The surface of the building is very dilapidated and covered with moss. It is obviously old.

At the bottom of the tower, there was an iron fence locked. It was dark inside. Moreover, Zhuo Wen tried to extend his divine consciousness into the tower and found that his divine consciousness was suppressed. There was an array to shield his divine consciousness in the tower.

Boom!

Zhuo Wen opened the iron fence with a punch and didn't go in, but let the middle-aged man go first.

The middle-aged man's legs trembled. He didn't want to enter the forbidden area, but Zhuo Wen forced him to go in.

Not long after the middle-aged man went in, he suddenly screamed, and then there was no sound.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were slightly frozen and he thought that the tower was not simple, but he didn't give up. He had come to this step. Even if the tower was very dangerous, he would continue to step in and save Yan Wuye.

Entering the tower, he immediately felt a terrible pressure, and then there were purple light blades around him.

The light blade was dense, sharp and fast. Zhuo Wen didn't react. The whole body was shrouded by the light blade and blood splashed.

Zhuo Wen had dozens of terrible injuries all over his body, and his blood kept flowing out.

Zhuo Wen was shocked. His body was already a five-star Pangu holy body. He was so strong that he was easily cut by the light blade. What power is this.

Before Zhuo Wen came back, another wave of light blade swept out of the surrounding walls.

Zhuo Wen noticed that on the surrounding rock walls, there are extremely complex lines crisscross, and the light blade is derived from these lines.

At the same time, he also noticed that there was nothing inside the first floor of the ancient tower except the stairs in the corner.

The middle-aged man became a pile of meat and scattered on the other side. Obviously, the middle-aged man was also attacked by these light blades.

But the middle-aged man didn't have Zhuo Wen's Pangu holy body, so the first wave of light blade couldn't resist, so he completely fell here.

While avoiding the attack of the light blade, Zhuo Wen quickly recovered his physical injury and kept approaching the stairway.

When he came to the stairs, he immediately went up to the second floor.

The light blades on the second floor are more dense and more powerful. As soon as Zhuo Wen entered the second floor, he was blasted into a blood mist by the endless light blades.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wen's self-healing ability was too strong, and the blood mist condensed continuously. In a few moments, Zhuo Wen condensed his body again and quickly swept away towards the stairway leading to the third floor.

On the second floor, Zhuo Wen's body was smashed more than ten times, and each time it was blasted into a blood mist.

After paying the price of more than ten times, Zhuo Wen reluctantly came to the entrance of the stairs and entered the third floor very hard.

After entering the third floor, Zhuo Wen breathed a long sigh, because he found that the light blade that frightened him did not appear on the third floor, but very quiet, like an ordinary attic room.

Zhuo Wen rested for a while, and then looked at the third floor. At a glance, he saw the deep cross, where a figure was bound, which was Yan Wuxie.

However, at the moment, Yan Wuxie almost made Zhuo Wen unrecognizable.

Yan Wuxie was as thin as a wood, like a man, and his breath was extremely weak, like a residual candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

At Yan Wuxie's feet, there was a black skeleton.

The skull is only the size of a palm. On the celestial cover of the skull, a strange flower grows.

On the stamens of this flower, there are faces like wronged souls, and a frightening roar, which is like the scream before human death.

"The flower of the soul of the hermit world?"

Zhuo Wen is no stranger to the strange flowers growing on the Black Skull. It is the ghost flower of the escape world he is looking for from the hell.

At the moment, he found that the upper and lower jaws of the black skeleton under Yan Wuxie's feet kept swinging up and down, as if chewing things. The gurgling sound made by the collision between bones made people feel chilly and strange.

Then, Zhuo Wen found that Yan Wuxie screamed and his energy was sucked by the skeleton. Yan Wuxie, who was already as thin as a wood, was about to protrude his eyes and looked very ferocious.

Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. He felt that the skull was really weird. He suddenly blew out his right fist and smashed the skull to pieces.

At the moment when the skull was smashed, a sharp scream sounded, and then Zhuo Wen felt an extremely rich essence overflowing.

The essence was so pure that Zhuo Wen didn't even have to take the initiative to absorb it. He entered his meridians and began to operate around the clock, turning into a part of his strength.

At the moment of inhaling this essence, Zhuo Wen had a kind of pleasure in his heart.

Just like the feeling of ordinary people smoking opium, he was fascinated and wanted to continue to absorb this essence and experience that happiness.

Zhuo Wen soon realized that something was wrong. He rolled up his sleeve robe and collected the essence in the jade bottle, but did not continue to absorb it.

He didn't know what it was, but he guessed it was by no means a good thing. He really didn't dare to use it casually until he didn't know its purpose.

Zhuo Wen took out a magic pill to recover his essence and let Yan Wuye take it. Yan Wuye's pale face finally eased a lot.

But Yan Wuxie lost too much energy, was as thin as a wood, and didn't even have the strength to speak. He could only look at Zhuo Wen, his eyes showed gratitude, closed his eyes and fainted.

Zhuo Wen collected Yan Wuxie into the world, looked at the Black Skull wreckage destroyed by him, and finally put it away. He planned to take it back to the Dan array immortal alliance to ask Ji Wuming.

"Eh! There's another array here?"

Zhuo Wen was about to leave the ancient tower and found that behind the third cross, there was a very obscure array in a very remote corner.

Based on Zhuo Wen's array level, it is easy to see that the array in this corner should be a short-range transmission array. Zhuo Wen doesn't know where it leads.

"The ghost Feather set up an array here. It can't be fun. I'm afraid the place leading to must be a very mysterious place."

Zhuo Wen's eyes twinkled. He was weighing whether to enter the transmission array.

"Go in and have a look!"

After thinking for a while, Zhuo Wen decided to start the transmission array. He always felt that there were hidden secrets in the ten Jueyin corpse sect.

Now most experts in shijueyin corpse sect have been attracted by Ma Yujie. The opportunity is very rare. He doesn't want to miss the opportunity to explore the secrets of shijueyin corpse sect.