Several people followed the direction of the wind all the way to find the past.

Although this continent fragment is large, it is nothing to practitioners. They walked along the desolate and broken ground, and finally found the source of the wind.

"Hey, what is this?" Jing Jue asked in surprise.

I saw that on the desolate black ground ahead, there were many stone pillars of different heights and heights. The stone pillars were arranged in a strange shape, and the wind penetrated through these stone pillars.

This scene is unspeakably weird.

Probably they saw the battlefield fragments of two continents in a row. The entire continent was only silent, barren, and dilapidated... All existences seemed to have been destroyed by the vicissitudes of time, and suddenly they saw these stone pillars standing here, It's a little strange.

Everyone looked at it for a moment, but couldn't say why, and turned to look at Ning Yuzhou.

At this time, it would be right to go directly to Brother Ning.

Ning Yuzhou lived up to their expectations and said slowly, "It should be the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map."

"And then?" Wen Tutu asked, "Brother Ning, what's the use of it?"

"It was originally used to summon gods and ghosts, but now, it should be used for other purposes."

"What is it used for?" Su Molan also asked.

Ning Yuzhou said lightly: "You will know when you go in."

"Go in?" Everyone looked at him, not hiding their surprise, "Can you still go in?"

"Of course you can." Ning Yuzhou's gaze swept across the gray stone pillars of different heights, "Everything in this space has been annihilated over time, and it is the only one that is allowed to stay. Look at this wind, it should be It was generated by the overflow of the power in the Eight Arrays of Juntian Maps, so it can be seen that these Eight Arrays of Juntian Maps can still be used.”

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but be eager to try.

Everyone came here, no matter what this thing is used for, naturally want to go in and see, maybe there is some chance inside. The most important thing for cultivators to practice is chance.

Ning Yuzhou said: "You can go in and see the situation, but it's best to protect yourself. If you die inside, you will disappear immediately, and even the soul will not be left behind."

"Why don't you stay?" Ning Jichen asked his son in confusion.

A cultivator's soul is powerful, especially the higher-level cultivator, the more powerful the soul is. If you accidentally die, the soul will not disappear. You can choose to reshape your body, or you can choose to turn into a ghost cultivator and survive. is very likely.

Ning Yuzhou smiled, "The Eight Arrays of Juntian Tu will absorb the souls of dead creatures and become the power to nurture it."

For a time, everyone looked at each other in dismay, not daring to underestimate this thing again.

Sure enough, it was handed down from the ancient battlefield, naturally it will not be so simple.

Wen Tutu jumped out first, "Why don't I go first to check the situation, if it's not dangerous, you can go in again." He has the highest cultivation base here, so he can check it freely.

Pulling him back with one hand, he saw Pei Qiyu say gloomily, "I'm going too, you stay here."

Wen Tutu's eyes widened, what does this devil mean? Are you rushing to kill him?

Naturally, Pei Qiyu didn't go to die, but the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map had an inexplicable power that attracted him, making him feel that he could go in and take a look.

This is a kind of keen detection as a demon.

"Let him go." Ning Yuzhou stopped Wen Tutu and said to Pei Qiyu, "Enter the center of the map array and activate it there."

Pei Qiyu shook Su Molan's hand and walked towards the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map.

The eight arrays of Juntian are arranged in a strange order, divided into eight directions, each of which has a passage for one person to pass through. Pei Qiyu randomly chose the nearest passage and went in, and walked straight along this passage until he came to the very center of the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map.

Juntian originally meant the center, referring to the place where the Emperor of Heaven lived, at the end of the sky.

Ironically, these Eight Arrays of Juntian Maps are something that summons ghosts and gods, and are regarded as ominous, and have nothing to do with the place where the Heavenly Emperor lives. But this was in the past, and now there is something in the eight-array Juntian map, but don't know. Pei Qiyu felt that Ning Yuzhou should know something, but he couldn't be sure, so he didn't say it.

A formation is engraved at the very center, and each formation pattern of this formation matches the surrounding stone pillars, forming a complete eight-array Juntian map.

Coming here, I can more clearly feel the power contained in the wind blown by the Eight Arrays of Juntian Diagram. If this thing is placed outside, the overflowing wind alone has attracted the attention of practitioners, and it cannot be hidden at all. , but in such a place, even if it overflows its power for millions of years, no one goes there.

Pei Qiyu looked at it for a moment, took out a top-quality spirit stone, and placed it in the center of the formation.

With a cluck, the top-quality spirit stone shattered instantly.

Pei Qiyu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help sneering. With a wave of his hand, he shook off the debris of the top-quality spirit stone, took out a piece of immortal power, and re-embedded it on it.

In an instant, the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map lit up with a bright light, and Pei Qiyu disappeared into the light.

Everyone outside the Eight Array Juntian Map also saw the bright light.

"Young Master Pei went in?" Jing Jue asked with bright eyes.

After Hua Guang disappeared, there was no sound inside, and Pei Qiyu couldn't feel Pei Qiyu's breath. Obviously, he had already entered.

Everyone was a little happy, and at the same time, they were looking forward to it. They just had to wait for Pei Qiyu to come back and see what was in the Eight Arrays of Juntian Map.

Pei Qiyu didn't go in for a long time, and came out in less than half a day.

When he came out, everyone could see that his blood was soaring, and a trace of demonic energy was lingering around him, and he clearly told the world that this was a demonic cultivator.

Jing Jue's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Pei Qiyu turned out to be a magic cultivator?

Pei Qiyu walked over on the blood stain, Su Molan hurried over to help him, seeing the blood dripping on his body, her eyes were red.

"No problem." Pei Qiyu smiled at her, "It's just some flesh wounds."

Su Molan didn't say anything, took out the elixir and let him take it, and then let him adjust his breath first, and then heal the wounds on his body.

Others also saw that he was seriously injured and did not bother him.

Jing Jue finally reacted. Looking at the reactions of these people, he immediately understood that they should have long known the identity of Pei Qiyu Demon Xiu.

"Brother Wuming, Young Master Pei is really..." Jing Jue asked hesitantly.

Shi Wuming nodded generously, "Yeah, looking at his virtue, you know it's a demon cultivator."

Since he is an evil cultivator, why are you still so calm?

"There are no inherently good and bad people, it's just a position." Shi Wuming said earnestly, "Brother Jing, demon cultivators have indeed done a lot of evil, but there are also demon cultivators who don't do evil. At least this guy has never done evil. If he dares to do evil, My brother Ning will not let him go first."

Jing Jue was dumbfounded and didn't quite understand why Pei Qiyu did evil and Ning Yuzhou wanted to be the arbiter to deal with him?

Others have become accustomed to Shi Wuming's nonsense, completely ignore it, and accept it well.

Jing Jue quickly accepted that Pei Qiyu was a demon cultivator hidden in spiritual practice. As Shi Wuming said, there are no inherently good and bad people, it's just a matter of position.

What's more, as long as the other party doesn't do evil, what does it matter?

After all, he still trusts Shi Wuming and Ning Yuzhou, the friends they trust are naturally worth trusting. He never cares about his background and ability to make friends. If he is pleasing to the eye and gets along well, then he is a friend.

So one more magic cultivator friend is nothing.

However, he also knew that the world's attitude towards demon cultivators, coupled with the situation in the Soul Beast Continent, made it impossible for demon cultivators to survive in this continent.

So it is necessary to hide it.

While speaking, Pei Qiyu had already opened his eyes.

The soaring demonic energy on his body was put away, and it looked no different from spiritual cultivation. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jing would never have believed that this person would be a demonic cultivation.

You can see the strength of this man's disguise.

Pei Qiyu glanced at him lightly, and just said: "These eight juntian maps need something that contains the power of fairy spirits to open." After a pause, he said again, "I was sent to an ancient battlefield before, and I almost killed."

Thinking back on that battlefield, the cruelty was terrifyingly real, like being in a mirror.

What's even more frightening is that after he entered, he actually became a weapon of the Demon Race as a demon, fighting against Ren Xiu and ghost Xiu in the Netherworld.

The crowd gasped.

"Could it be that this thing represents the battlefield of the past?" Wen Qiao asked in surprise.

"Maybe." Pei Qiyu shook his head, "I couldn't stay for too long. When I felt my life was threatened, I came out quickly."

It's ridiculous to say that he was a dignified practitioner in the late Yuan Zongjing realm, but he could only stay inside for half a day before being killed, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, when he recalled the magic power that had been poured into his body during the battle, he had the urge to go in and try again.

"Then I'll go in and take a look." Wen Qiao decided immediately.

Wen Tutu opened her mouth and said, "Sister, let me go first, it's too dangerous inside..."

"It's the danger, so you stay." Wen Qiao held him down, looked towards Ning Yuzhou, and saw that he had no objection, and became more and more happy.

Although Ning Jichen was worried, he didn't say anything.

Jing Jue asked hesitantly, "Young Master Pei said just now that entry requires something with the power of a fairy to open, do you have any?"

Wen Qiao and the others turned to look at him at the same time, "Of course there is."

"Brother Shi gave some to Wen Maomao before."

"啾啾啾~" Little Phoenix stretched out his hairy chest, very proud.

Jing Jue suddenly realized that this should be the background of the Seven Souls Sect. Shi Wuming is the next hall master of the Hall of Fate and Souls in the Seven Souls Sect, so it is not surprising that there are such precious things.

Wen Qiao took out a milky white stone with a hint of transparency from the storage bag.

The moment it appeared, a powerful and abundant force permeated the surroundings, causing Jing Jue, who was unsuspecting, to take a few steps back.

This thing was given by Shi Wuming as an apology to Little Phoenix, and Little Phoenix threw it to his mother to keep it. At that time, Ning Yuzhou said that this is something that contains the power of fairy spirits, and it is not suitable for them to use now.

However, now it finally comes in handy.

Wen Tutu stared at the stone and asked Shi Wuming suspiciously: "Senior brother, did you plan it a long time ago?"

Shi Wuming shouted his grievance, "Brother Wen, how can you doubt me? How did I know that this thing could be used? When I returned to the Seven Souls Sect, I casually threw it into the storage bag, it was not because I smelled Mao Mao forbid me. Said it was fat, did you give it an apology?"

"Chirp!"

Seeing Xiao Fenghuang look over vigilantly, Shi Wuming hurriedly said, "I didn't say you were fat, you don't need to look at me."

At any rate, Shi Wuming finally dispelled Wen Tutu's suspicion, and felt that it was not easy for him. He was obviously given to Wen Qiao by Wen Mao Mao Keng, but he was suspected of having motives. How could he have any motives?

Ning Yuzhou glanced lightly at Shi Wuming, who was shattering thoughts. After seeing that he had shut up, he said to Wen Qiao, "It has a lot of celestial power, it should be able to be used a few times, and it will be taken away when it comes out."

Wen Qiao responded.

Through Pei Qiyu's experience, they have been able to determine that the way to open the eight arrays of Juntian map is not a spirit stone, but something with the power of the fairy, which absorbs the power of the fairy. As a demon, it's not surprising that Pei Qiyu can get things with the power of fairy spirits.

After saying goodbye to them, Wen Qiao entered the Eight Array Juntian Map.

Coming to the center of the Eight Array Juntian map, Wen Qiao took out the stone containing the power of the fairy, and embedded it in the center of the array.

A brilliant bright light lit up, and Wen Qiao felt her body being pulled into another dimension.

When she was standing, a face suddenly appeared in front of her.

This is a beautiful little boy, with a small green sapling on his head. There are only two leaves on the sapling, which looks quite pitiful.

The little boy held her hand tightly, looked at her with a sad look, opened his mouth and said something silently.

Wen Qiao understood his mouth shape, and he said: You must return safely.

Wen Qiao didn't know what was going on, so she nodded at him.

Then, in the sad and reluctant eyes of the little boy, Wen Qiao followed the people around him to leave the place where the beautiful spiritual plants grew, and ran towards the battlefield.

She looked at the people around her secretly, and found that they exuded a kind of atmosphere that made her feel very kind.

Xu Shi noticed her scrutiny, and a clear-looking man beside him suddenly reached out and stroked her head, showing her an indifferent but loving smile.

Wen Qiao felt a little weird in her heart. She didn't have time to say anything, but when she turned her vision, the surrounding environment was completely different.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and a tense killing intent circulated, making her subconsciously guard against it.

The rumbling sound rang in the distance, Wen Qiao looked up and saw a deafening sound from a huge monster in front of him, opening his mouth to spurt black magic fire.

Wherever the demonic fire reached, there were griefs everywhere, and there were countless casualties.

Although Wen Qiao was a little stunned, her fighting instinct had made her quickly enter the state, summoned a sunbow, and shot at a monster that rushed forward.

Demonic fire spread on the ground.

Wen Qiao could even feel the heat of the flames, licking her skin, as if to dry the water in her body.

She had the illusion that she was about to be scorched, sweat poured out, her lips were dry, but she couldn't hold back, not a single one of those around her who fought with her backed down.

She took a quick glance and saw that these people had left the beautiful forest with her earlier, as if she were their clan.

Until a figure soared into the sky and fought with the fire-breathing beast.

After someone restrained the beast, there was no demonic fire spreading, and the surrounding enemies were much easier to deal with. Wen Qiao followed with the group of people and continued to fight, with countless wounds on his body, and when the wound was stained with the unextinguished demonic fire. , A burning smell came, and the pain made her sweat.

I don't know how long it took, when the spiritual power in her body was exhausted, the war finally ended.

They won, but there were countless casualties, and there were a lot fewer people around.

Wen Qiao was lucky to survive, but she lay on the ground, unable to move.

A figure appeared beside her, Wen Qiao looked over with difficulty, and saw a clear face, the man looked at her worriedly, gently lifted her head, and took out a green fruit to feedgive her.

Wen Qiao subconsciously pressed the tip of her tongue, but a part of the fruit still slipped into her throat. Instantly, the wounds on her body with the scent of magic fire didn't hurt so much, and they began to heal.

Wen Qiao looked at the man holding her head in surprise.

The man seemed to be looking at an ignorant child, smiled at her with curved lips, gently stroked her head, and silently said to her: What a silly sister!

Wen Qiao: "..." What, who is this?How can you randomly recognize your sister?

Wen Qiao held him up with a dazed face and left the dilapidated battlefield.