Ai Lianjun and hundreds of holy soldiers turned the buildings in the manor upside down. They searched all the places, but found nothing.

Walking out of the Ghost Muzhai Gate, Ai Lianjun smiled awkwardly at Zhang Ruochen and said, "It seems that we have received the wrong news. I'm afraid no one has been here for tens of thousands of years."

"It should be the monks from the Heavenly Court who deliberately led us to the wrong place, otherwise we would not have found this at the same time."

Leaving this sentence, Zhang Ruochen left straight away.

Ailian Jun originally wanted to invite the other party to visit the Yaksha tribe, but just as he was about to speak, Zhang Ruochen's figure had turned into a fictitious shape and disappeared at the end of the street.

"The other party is a master of the Temple of Destiny. How could he look down on us small tribes?" Princess Xuelai sighed.

Although the voice was dull and without emotion, she felt a faint resentment in her heart, and she was quite dissatisfied with Zhang Ruochen's arrogance.

Zhang Ruochen is not cold and arrogant at all. In fact, he discovered the traces left by Ji Fanxin. If you want to cover up as much as possible, how can you have time to worry about the feeling of a woman you don’t know at all?

After Ai Lianjun and Princess Xuelai left with the law enforcement soldiers, Zhang Ruochen quietly sneaked back to Guimuzhai and came again under the two-meter-high stone tablet.

The words on the stone tablet were indeed carved by the gods.

This kind of text is very ancient, but Zhang Ruochen saw it in a volume of ancient books in the Cave Heaven of the Books of the Demon King of Qianrui Realm, so he judged that he did not find the wrong place.

Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm onto the stone tablet and penetrated the holy energy in his body.

"Crash!"

A ray of faint light appeared in the engravings of the gods on the stone tablet, and then a huge suction force came.

Zhang Ruochen did not fight against the suction force, and his body was pulled in.

He was like passing through an invisible door and coming to a dark world, with extremely quiet surroundings, as if he had left the royal city of hundreds of clans and came to another independent space.

Zhang Ruochen calmly, spread his palms, and a ball of flame appeared in his palms.

In front of me is a passage of the ghost, going down.

Zhang Ruochen walked down the passage and walked down. Before he walked for a long time, light appeared in front of him, his vision gradually became wider, and a seven-story ancient tower built in a stone wall appeared.

The ancient tower is dozens of feet high, quite powerful, and releases a faint divine power.

Below the ancient tower, which is where Zhang Ruochen is standing now, is a platform of a length of a hundred feet wide. In the southwest corner of the platform, a strange tree with a bucket thickness growing. The trunk is pitch black, but the leaves are as red as blood, and the trees are full of shiny fruits.

The light that illuminates here is emitted from the leaves and fruits.

On the stone wall where the ancient tower is located, there are colorful flowers, each of which is very ancient, and the pollen scattered is like light and rain.

Zhang Ruochen sniffed slightly, a happy smile appeared on his face, he looked at the ancient tower and said, "Zhang Ruochen has arrived, why haven't the fairy appeared to see him yet?"

He and Ji Fanxin are extremely close friends, and have shared weal and woe many times. They are no longer as simple as ally, and it is not an exaggeration to call them a confidante.

Therefore, Zhang Ruochen was still quite happy when he was about to see her.

This kind of joy is not because when you see her, you can find the Origin Temple through her original way, but the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

But, quite embarrassingly, there was no response in the ancient tower.

Zhang Ruochen recalled the smell, put away the smile on his face, and said cautiously: "I have smelled the fragrance of flowers on the fairy's body. You are in the ancient tower, right? There are indeed some misunderstandings between us. If you open the door to meet, I will naturally explain it to you."

There was still no response in the tower.

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly, walked along the long stairs toward the tower gate on the stone wall, and said, "Ruochen will come to see the fairy in person."

Just walking halfway through the stairs, suddenly, a powerful holy road fluctuation appeared above. A pink light ball the size of a fist condensed from it invisibly and flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang!"

The pink light ball burst and opened, turning into petals, shooting out like lightning.

Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked and quickly pressed out his hands, freezing the space in front of him and turning into an invisible shield.

"Rumbling."

The petals contain power far beyond Zhang Ruochen's estimate and quickly break through the frozen space.

"So awesome?"

Zhang Ruochen released the Pure Destruction Divine Fire, and at the same time, he flew backwards and fell back onto the platform below the stairs.

Most of the petals were burned to ashes by the divine fire.

There were several pieces that continued to fly through the flames, and Zhang Ruochen flashed, avoiding the vital points.

Even so, a strand of hair was still cut off, and the petals almost flew across the neck.

"The monk in the ancient tower is really Ji Fanxin? She cannot be so powerful. Could it be that there are experts from other Qianrui realms coming with her? It shouldn't be!"

Even though Zhang Ruochen believed in Ji Fanxin, he became secretly alert at this moment.

A familiar and beautiful voice sounded in the ancient tower: "Isn't the Son of God Ruochen known as the Yuanhui genius? He is so majestic about killing all directions on the battlefield of hunting the sky. Why is it so powerful? Why is there just such a little ability?"

Zhang Ruochen heard the sarcasm in Ji Fanxin's words, smiled bitterly, and said, "Other monks can't understand me, can't the fairy?"

Ji Fanxin did not show up, and in the ancient tower, voice floated out again, saying, "Doctors of monks in Qianrui Realm have been killed by you on the battlefield of hunting the sky. How do you want me to understand you? You know, there are only countless monks who want to kill you in Qianrui Realm."

"Since the fairy thinks so much, why do you still have to risk coming to the Hundred Clans Royal City?" Zhang Ruochen still didn't believe that Ji Fanxin would look at him like other monks.

"I am here to kill you, avenge the dead monks in Qianrui Realm, avenge all the monks in the Heavenly Court who were killed by you, cut off your head with your own hands and take it back to wash away the stains I once met with you."

Ji Fanxin, dressed in white, appeared on the third floor of the ancient tower wearing a veil.

"Swish!"

She was as beautiful as a stunning brilliance, flying down like a Brahma Saint, and her hair spread out like a waterfall. But the pair of water-clearing eyes above the veil were more than ten times more beautiful than the snow-loving princess, enough to make any man in the world obsessed with it.

With the rain of flowers all over the sky, she fell from the sky and stabbed Zhang Ruochen with a sword.

Zhang Ruochen retreated rapidly, but Ji Fanxin's sword suddenly doubled its speed. In an instant, it reached his eyes, with sword light in his eyes.

He swung his right arm, collided with the sword, and his body moved to the left.

"Fairy, there is no need for us to face each other, right? Can you give me a chance to explain?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Chapter completed!