Chen Jing slowly approached, gathering his breath. He arrived at the door of that room, where two black-armored guards lay with their limbs severed. Looking inside, he saw a black box in the corner of the room, and on top of it was a non-metallic, non-wooden frame with some jars and other objects on it. The person was facing away from the door, hunched over and rummaging through the box.

  He seemed to have felt Chen Jing's gaze, and suddenly turned around. In the instant he turned around, a red light flashed out from his hand, like a knife, silently slashing out, quiet and sudden, with a color as bright as blood.

  Chen Jing's sword shot out of his hand, its body emitting a white glow that pierced the red light. The red light scattered like sparks. The man was extremely surprised and was about to cast another spell when a white light suddenly appeared at his throat, causing the hand that was forming the magic seal to stop in mid-air. A dark sword was pressed against his throat, its light reflecting off his pale face. Beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

  In the darkness, Chen Jing slowly walked in from outside the door. He had seen this person before, a cultivator who was with Ye Qingxue and Jiang Liuyun, but he didn't know his name.

  "My sister is where." Chen Jing slowly approached the man, the sword light reflecting off his half-missing skull, making it even more terrifying.

  The other party did not make a sound, his face just turned even paler. The sword pointed at his throat, the sword energy had already cut open his skin, and thin streams of fresh blood flowed down. Chen Jing looked carefully, it was red.

  "Do you know me?" Chen Jing asked.

  The other party still did not respond. Chen Jingwei furrowed his brow, he saw fear in the man's eyes and thought: "Am I that scary? Doesn't he recognize me?" He also thought about how when he entered this city, all the black armored soldiers had no facial features, but after entering, he saw people with faces, who could speak and think, it was as if it were a real world.

  He was puzzled in his heart, and at the same time, he raised his hand to grab the hilt of the sword. He saw a stronger fear in the eyes of that person, and the other party's whole body was trembling.

  "Ah......" The monk suddenly let out a loud roar, and his entire body's pores and seven orifices burst forth with dazzling red light, completely disregarding the Mysterious Heaven Sword pressed against his throat. The red light surged towards Chen Jing.

  Chen Jing floated back, his sword following him as he walked. In front of him, a layer of white whirlpools had already appeared. The red light that entered the whirlpool created by the sword dance was immediately shattered and turned into tiny red lights that scattered in all directions. In this instant, the entire room was illuminated, but it was only for an instant. A flash of white light, and the person's throat blood spurted out like a fountain, pouring into the void that was about to fall into darkness.

  Chen Jing could affirm that this person did not recognize himself, and was terrified of himself. He pondered in his heart, and naturally an answer emerged: "Could it be that he truly is a person of this world? Are they really just outsiders, demons from another realm, born from the fantasies of their own minds?" The thought arose in his heart that they might not recognize themselves.

  He took a glance around the room, but there was nothing special, so he turned and left the room to chase after Ye Qingxue and the others. However, before he had gone far, someone suddenly shouted from in front: "Who goes there?"

  Chen Jing didn't answer and walked past him instead, a team of black armored guards were watching coldly.

  "You're not answering my question." The man with a cold expression said, his eyes gleaming red, which reminded Chen Jing of the black armored cavalrymen outside the city who had red pupils, except that this person had a body. Apparently, he was the captain of this team of guards.

  Chen Jingzheng was about to respond when he suddenly changed his expression, looking into the darkness and saying tightly: "Follow me." Before Chen could react, he had already set off in a certain direction. Although it seemed like they were walking slowly, Chen had to use magic to keep up. Along the winding path, Chen soon lost all sense of direction. More and more people joined their group along the way. Chen guessed that these people were specialized in gathering scattered guards from various places.

  There was a dead silence in the darkness, and no one spoke except for the captain.

  A group of people, starting with a dozen or so, had gathered to over thirty, but only Chen Jing was not wearing black armor. Although they looked like living people, Chen Jing felt that they were dead, each one's body heavy with the air of death.

  At this time, Chen Jingcai found that the mansion was as vast as an underground palace, and it was unknown how big it was. Room after room, and the intricate corridors all looked the same at a glance.

  Also didn't know how long he walked, suddenly heard the sound of magic explosion in his ears. As well as sword hums, thunderclaps, explosive drinks, and chanting sounds came along with the darkness, Chen Jing couldn't tell which direction they were coming from. He secretly guessed that there was a formation here, otherwise it wouldn't be so big, and he wouldn't be able to hear where the sound was coming from.

  At this moment, several more people followed from other channels and lined up at the end of the queue. Among them was a person with clear eyebrows and autumn eyes, whose eyes were bright and agile, and whose body was slightly small, who was actually the Xuling who had entered Qin Guang City before Chen Jing. Under her flowing eyes, she had already met Chen Jing's gaze. Chen Jing saw doubt in her eyes, followed by surprise.

  When Chen Jing wanted to express her opinion, she had already lowered her head and quietly followed the team, never looking up at Chen Jing again.

  The black-armored captain who was walking in the front suddenly turned into a room, which was no different from other ordinary rooms. However, the leader of the team didn't stop at all and went straight to the dark wall, which rippled like water. The captain disappeared, and the one behind him followed closely, Chen Jing was also following in between, only feeling a flash in front of his eyes, and what he saw was dazzling magical light.

  This is a huge temple, with people flying about and magic spells everywhere.

  Turmoil, endless turmoil.

  Magic, flames, five-elemental auras, sword energy, lightning flashes, killing intent, fresh blood, and treasures intertwined together, everyone seemed to have gone mad and crazy.

  "Kill!" As soon as the black-armored guard captain coldly spat out a single word, everyone silently rushed up.

  Ye Qingxue was here, Jiang Liuyun was here, Cheng Huan was here, and even the later arrivals Xiao Yulou and Wu Meng were all present. The largest number of people belonged to the Black Armor Guards of the Imperial Palace, but they did not work together to eliminate the Black Armor Guards. Although they were all surrounded by the Black Armor Guards, as soon as they touched each other, they would attack each other instead.

  Ye Qingxue stood out in the crowd, her lightning bolts seemed to have a life of their own. At this moment, her lightning magic had changed again, no longer just one bolt after another, but like a silver snake grasped in her hand, wildly twisting and turning. Like a silver whip, it danced wildly, and as soon as it touched anything, it immediately fell to the ground, turning into ashes.

  Chen Jingran did not rush up, he turned his head to look at that virtual spirit, but she had already disappeared without a trace.

  Looking around for a while, I found that everyone was rushing towards the table in the north, but the guards blocking their way were all highly skilled and not comparable to those on the outside square. So one by one, they were surrounded in the middle and couldn't get close for the time being.

  Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat as he approached the table, wanting to see what was inside the wooden box on it. His intuition told him that they were all after something in that box.

  He carefully avoided their fight and edged along the wall towards the table.

  In front of him, a man suddenly appeared with a large mountain on his head, and the mountain was steep and treacherous. Chen Jing recognized him at a glance, because he was the one who had made things difficult for Chen Jing in the city of Tongfu. At that time, there were two people, one was an old man with white hair, and the other was a middle-aged man under the old man, whose eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, as if nothing mattered, and at the same time, it seemed that no one was in his eyes. At that time, Chen Jing only took a glance at him, but he remembered him deeply in his heart.

  His every move exuded a sense of heaviness. The invisible pressure emanating from him made it difficult for the attackers to get close, and yet he had no weapons or magical tools, relying solely on his sleeves fluttering in the wind, the attackers were repeatedly annihilated by his robe and sleeve strikes.

  Chen Jing dodged and avoided him, but he suddenly let out a cold laugh and swung his sleeve at Chen Jing.

  Calm and quiet.

  Chen Jing didn't feel a single breeze, but his eyes seemed to see a mountain pressing down on him. His body was as if bound by the air, unable to move. Suddenly, he understood why those people he attacked had no power to resist, despite his movements not being particularly fast.

  The robe has golden edges, and its sleeves are as empty as if they were frozen in place.

  He sneered, seemingly waving his hand casually, yet giving off an aura that could topple a mountain.

  Chen Jing didn't know the man's name, nor did he know if he still recognized himself. In a flash of thought, the Misty Heaven Sword was already in his hand. He didn't wield it with spiritual intent, but instead grasped it firmly, pouring magic into it. The sword immediately emitted a surge of black water vapor, and with one swift stroke...

  This sword looks plain and unadorned, just like the feeling of that one sleeve. As a god, they both left their own divine territory, but Chen Jing's magical power is much higher than that of others with the same divine status.

  The sword flashed out, like a dividing water surface. Under Chen Jing's Wondrous Godly Technique, the air that was almost about to condense into shape was pierced by the sword, while Chen Jing himself followed the movement of the sword, his entire body seemingly weightless, like a green sword spirit moving with the sword.

  The opponent was shocked, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered in front of him, giving off an aura that seemed to swallow everything. In his eyes, Chen Jing's sword, which had been thrust straight at him, suddenly burst apart like rotten black wood, crumbling into tiny specks of dust in the wind.

  "Hmm..."

  The golden-edged sleeve suddenly spread out, majestic and powerful, as if he was about to engulf the sword light that was like scattered black dust with one sweep of his arm. The black dust seemed to be swallowed into his sleeve without any resistance, but just then he suddenly retreated hastily, his sleeve shattering in an instant like fragments, accompanied by a rain of blood splashing everywhere, and the torn clothes were like dead butterflies stained with blood in the wind and rain.

  His tattered sleeve revealed only a stump of an arm, with white bones and meat froth sticking out.

  "Baigou......" The voice was urgent and panicked.

  He suddenly shouted out, his voice so loud that everyone in the entire hall, even those who were fighting, turned to look at him, for his shout was filled with fear of death. However, when they looked over, all they saw was a vast expanse of blackness like dust.