Fast time travel, this goddess is so crazy

"Master, look!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the thin man's finger, and they were all dumbfounded when they saw the scene of the monster eating insects.

Feng Chunjing was the first to come to his senses and shouted.

"Come on!"

Several people hurriedly ran behind the monster. At this moment, the monster was busy eating and ignored the skinny people at all.

Feng Chunjing held the long sword in his hand and slashed all directions, sending out sword energy one after another, as if he was tireless.

Wuyao and Xiaoguang were hidden in the air, neither of them said anything, they just quietly watched a few people save themselves.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the bodies of several people were almost stained with black blood, so that they couldn't recognize their true faces. Suddenly, with a clang sound, Feng Chunjing threw out his sword wearily. Like a fortress built of sand, it collapsed with a crash.

In the midst of the dust, everyone found that the black bugs retreated quickly and disappeared in an instant.

Several people look at me and I look at you, the thin man who came back to his senses shouted happily.

"We're still alive!"

The few people who were relaxed suddenly fell to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, while touching the pitted places on their bodies that had been bitten.

"It's horrible, we almost got eaten by these bugs."

"Fortunately, this monster was brought down before, otherwise, we might be planted here."

"These bug bites really hurt."

Several people were chattering, but Feng Chunjing was still standing still holding the long sword. Just now, he seemed to have fallen into a mysterious state. He didn't know how many times he swung the sword. Every time he swung, the sword became lighter. Until he pierced through the stone wall, the sword in his hand seemed to be as light as a feather, not the same as when he was holding it before.

Feng Chunjing didn't know that the state he had just fallen into was called tempering in the world of cultivating immortals. A swordsman had to temper tens of thousands of times every day. Ten thousand times can not.

"Very good, very savvy."

Seeing that Feng Chunjing had been immersed in the state just now for a long time, Wuyao couldn't help but praise him.

Xiaoguang couldn't help but flew to the next stone gate, and it shouted happily towards Wuyao.

"Yaoyao, look quickly, this is the stone gate with the key on it that I told you about."

Wuyao heard its cry, turned around and flew over, and when she saw the huge pattern of the King of Kings on the stone gate, she took it out for comparison.

"It's it."

Wuyao said, but didn't open the door immediately.

After a while, Feng Chunjing came over with a few people.

As soon as the thin man saw the pattern on the stone gate, he immediately recognized that it was the national treasure King of Kings they had lost a while ago.

"Master, what should we do? It seems that this door must be opened with that thing."

Several people's faces were serious. At that time, no one thought that this national treasure would be stolen by the inner high-level of the Konglongmen. After the owner of the door dealt with the traitor, the King of Kings had disappeared.

This time they came here just by luck. Who knew that they actually found the legendary dragon tomb by mistake.

What they didn't expect was that the King of Kings would be the key to open the door in front of them.

Everyone looked at Feng Chunjing, waiting for him to make up his mind.

Feng Chunjing couldn't help it either. Without that thing, it seemed like they couldn't get in through this door.