Zhang Muye's eyes were so angry that he sniffed and then stopped.

Now no one can help him understand the truth, so he can only record it silently and complain after his senior wakes up.

After learning this method, Zhang Muye was not so tired even when he rushed to the road.

The next few days, his spirits were obviously better, and he even got better than An Yunqi. After all, he was better than him in meditation and concentration skills.

It has been rushing for twenty days, and Chu Zhiyin's body temperature is getting lower and lower, and even his breathing is lighter. If he doesn't stay in his breath for a while, he will only feel that he is a dead person.

Fortunately, she didn't eat or drink for so long, and there was no big change in her face, and she still looked like a sleeping person.

The two stopped their horses and went to the lake to fetch water, and Zhang Muye washed his face and beard casually.

An Yunqi bent down and beat the water upstream, and the clear lake water reflected his face.

He was stunned.

The people on the water have beards and cheeks, their skin is dry and skinny, and their lips are wrinkled.

In the past, he had a regular haircut and a neat face. Now, he is afraid that no matter how close he is, he will not recognize him.

An Yunqi covered the water hyacinth, wiped his face with water, and stared at him with deep eyes.

As long as Chu Zhiyin can wake up, everything he does is worth it.

After this stop, they stopped pausing and reached the edge of the Daxuan territory in one breath.

The closer you are, you must be close to the mountains and the road leading to the land.

Zhang Muye looked at the compass in his hand and murmured: "Of course, when Uncle Master left, he said that when he entered the southeast of Shu, he looked like nothing, and there was no dust on the ground, which was holy."

"But there are mountains around, and there is no dust in the place."

An Yunqi looked around, surrounded by mountains and rugged paths, either entering Shu or returning in place.

He said: "The world that monks see may be different from ours. Are there any tricks or barriers here?"

Zhang Muye received inspiration and a flash of inspiration in his mind.

He took out the token from his arms, and the uncle said that if he came, he would just use the token.

He held the token in the air and murmured with a spell. After a while, golden light suddenly appeared and the scene of the mountains began to twist.

As his voice stopped, his eyes opened, the path in front of him was sitting on the ground and the surrounding stones rose into the air.

The dancing stones collided regularly, slowly forming the shape of an arch.

Until the last stone inlay was completed, a mist-like obstruction appeared on the arch.

An Yun kicked off his horse, Chu Zhiyin on his back, and penetrated into the mist neatly.

Seeing this, Zhang Muye hurriedly dismounted. It was the first time he had done such a thing. He didn't know whether the summoning was successful. What should he do if the door that came out was not the one leading to Wuxian Valley.

This place is so close to Shu, who knows if there is any evil way to trap here?

Seeing that someone had already entered, Zhang Muye had no choice but to go in tragically together.

The mist felt no touch. The moment he entered and exited, his eyes blurred and the scene in front of him changed drastically.

The rugged mountain road no longer exists, and becomes a flat ground. There are countless steps in front of it. At a glance, it looks like a road leading to the Heavenly Palace. At the end of the road, there is a towering Heavenly Palace that soars straight into the sky, which is extraordinary.

Zhang Muye blinked, and was stunned whether he had come to heaven and saw that it was the mansion where the gods lived.

“Come on.”

The sound from the figure in front broke Zhang Muye's swaying spirit and trotted to An Yunqi.

He was a little nervous. He had not seen his uncle and brother of the sect for decades. As the successor of the sect's direct sect, his talent had probably disappeared while walking around.

I don’t know if his downfall will become a laughing stock for others. He resolutely made the choice not to follow, but now he has appeared again, because he has lost his previous promise.

The two of them stepped on the stairs and looked up at the palace. The continuous perspective made people feel extremely distant.

The long journey along the way has consumed a lot of their energy, and now climbing the mountain will undoubtedly cost them half of their lives.

An Yunqi was sweating heavily on Chu Zhiyin's back, and his feet were even tied with a thousand pounds of stones. He had to grit his teeth and lift it up every time he raised his feet.

Zhang Muye gasped, "Mr. An, don't you feel that the road is getting more and more tired?"

Sweat slid from An Yunqi's forehead to his jaw, and it was integrated into a water droplet and buried in his beard. After soaking, it dripped from the tip of his beard on the steps.

He said: "The body will not be easier as it goes."

Zhang Muye knows this truth, but he always feels that the fatigue and fatigue of being tired now are different.

Every step he took was very heavy. Seeing An Yunqi's expressionless expression and relaxed expression, he felt embarrassed to speak.

After all, they are all men, how could he be tired of shouting in advance than holding a person behind his back?

But after persisting for a while, his feet became heavier and heavier, which made him feel very wrong.

If the holy land chosen by the uncle can be entered so easily.

I am afraid that Daxuan's encirclement of officers and soldiers and the demonic paths of the barbarians can easily destroy the Wuxian Valley.

The more Zhang Muye thought about it, the more he felt that the ladder was not that simple, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He looked up at the high stairs and exclaimed: "Mr. An, don't you think we have been walking for some time, but the distance between the palace has not changed at all?"

After hearing this, An Yunqi stopped, sweat covered his whole face, and he stared at the palace.

After a moment he said, "You will support your soulmate."

Zhang Muye walked to An Yunqi's side and took Chu Zhiyin, "Did Mr. An notice something?"

After Chu Zhiyin came to an end, Zhang Muye saw that An Yunqi's thin shirt was wet with sweat, and the ends of his neck were covered with sweat.

It turned out that he was not tired, but just endured this kind of fatigue.

Zhang Muye began to admire An Yunqi in his heart. He is worthy of being the husband chosen by his seniors. Such a man is probably not even able to find him with a lantern.

The dagger fell from An Yunqi's sleeve, and his slender fingers held the handle of the knife.

His mother said that rare Youmo Stone can suppress all magic tricks and can also crack any tricks of magic tricks.

The black and shiny blade seemed to have a cold air, and a light reflected Zhang Muye's eyes.

An Yunqi held the dagger high and inserted it on the ground. The sharp blade was like to insert it into tofu, and it entered the stone effortlessly.

Not even a sound was made.

Zhang Muye swallowed, and the dagger was inserted into his body, which was not just a casual cut.

A knife is a good knife, but after cutting all the steps, they cannot climb up in one step, or find the flaws here.

But the next scene made Zhang Muye immediately shut up.

After the dagger was inserted for a while, the high palace began to become blurred, and even the extended stairs were shaking slightly.

Although these objects are all in front of you, they become very hazy and no matter how you shrink your eyes, you can't see clearly.
Chapter completed!