Returning to the sect, Jiang Li immediately took out the array disk and placed it at the entrance.

It was just at this time that she discovered a flaw in the array disk, which actually required spiritual power to activate.

"..."

Jiang Li was helpless for a while, so he could only place two low-grade spiritual stones in, and then the array disk was activated to protect the room.

She sat down cross-legged on the couch with some excitement, and then took out the keys and tattered books she bought.

The strong resentment on this key has disappeared, replaced by a strange fragrance.

Jiang Li raised the key in front of his eyes and carefully observed it to see what was going on, but found that the gray cloud in his dantian was unresponsive.

What does this mean?

It was so excited when it encountered this key. Why did it go silent after buying it?

She couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to act rashly. She had no choice but to stuff the key back into the storage bag, and then her eyes fell on the book.

The cover of this book is old and shabby, with a light yellow tint. The edges have long been curled up, and it broke when touched lightly.

The edges were broken off, revealing a small piece of snow-white paper.

Jiang Li opened the cover curiously, and his eyes suddenly shone with light. His whole body froze immediately, and his eyes lost their sparkle.

Her soul seemed to be in a strange place.

This is a high mountain suspended in mid-air. The peak seems to have been cut in half by something, and the vast white area is covered with white snow.

She stood on the sloping peak, a sun lamp hanging high in the sky, and the ice cone hanging on the edge of the cliff was slowly melting, ticking down into the mysterious abyss.

Where is this?

Jiang Li raised his head and looked around in confusion.

Suddenly, the wind and snow suddenly started blowing around, and a black figure stepped out from the clouds.

She looked up and saw that the figure was blurry, but it carried a strong murderous aura, as if it wanted to destroy everything in the world.

Then she saw the figure slowly raising the weapon in his hand, and then lightly slashing towards the mountain.

That's...

A knife?

Jiang Li's eyes were wide open, trying to see something clearly, but his vision suddenly turned black, and his soul immediately returned to his body, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Blood spattered onto the edge of the bed, glowing with traces of black.

Jiang Li felt a stinging pain in his soul, his little face wrinkled into a bun, and he hit his head heavily with his hand.

Just one glance, and her soul was hurt. How powerful must that knife be?

Her eyes showed shock, and she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with the image of the figure raising the big knife.

The pain in her soul was still severe, but she found it bearable and replayed the scene over and over again in her mind.

At the same time, Feng Xun, who was drinking with Jiang Xiaotian, held back his hand holding the wine slightly, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and then he laughed.

Jiang Xiaotian looked at him with an incomprehensible expression, knowing that this man was at fault again and that he was indeed not very clear-headed.

"Jiang Xiaotian, the chances and luck in this world are really beyond your control."

Feng Xun raised his head and drank the strong wine in the glass. The spirit wine slid down the corner of his mouth and dripped into his collar, and he was completely unaware of it.

"Now I really understand what it means to get treasures by those who are destined..."

A smile appeared on his face, and he was lost in thought while looking at the floating clouds in the sky.

That book was obtained by him in a secret place. It had been with him for hundreds of years, but he could not even open the cover.

He threw the book to the girl on a whim, and deliberately left a mark of spiritual consciousness on it. As long as the cover was opened, he would be able to detect it.

But just now, the book was opened.

What was trash in his hands became treasure in the hands of others.

The scene at the market that day appeared in Feng Xun's eyes.

Treasures can be obtained by those who are destined.

"Buzz!"

The spiritual energy around him suddenly trembled, then went crazy and formed a whirlpool toward Feng Xun.

The spiritual energy of the entire Xuanyou Peak was suddenly swept away, and even the nearby mountains were not spared.

Jiang Xiaotian stood up suddenly, looking at Feng Xun wrapped into a rice dumpling, his eyes twitching.

He lowered his head and looked at the spiritual wine in the cup. There must be some secret in this wine, which actually allowed Feng Xun, a monk in the transformation stage to have an epiphany.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to achieve this enlightenment, let alone a monk who transforms into a god.

If monks in the transformation stage want to advance a step further, they need countless accumulations, and they also need to understand the laws of heaven and earth. Some monks may even be trapped in it for hundreds of thousands of years and cannot make progress, and eventually their life span will be exhausted and they will die.

And this guy...

What a blessing.

Jiang Xiaotian smiled faintly, then walked to the side with his hands behind his back to protect him.

The sudden movement was so loud that all the high-level monks in the sect were alarmed and rushed towards Xuanyou Peak.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaotian turned around and glanced at Feng Xun, and muttered in a low voice:

"What an annoying guy..."

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fairyland

In the Longchuan Palace, a man stood in the night with his hands behind his hands. He was dressed in black and seemed to blend into the night.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky. He raised his hand and gently grasped the crescent moon in his palm.

There was a sudden fluctuation in his consciousness. His hand holding the moon loosened slightly, and the crescent moon immediately slipped out of his hand.

Who is it?

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seeming to look through the endless void to the other side.

"Immortal Lord, the King of the West Sea wishes to see you."

The voice of a servant asking for instructions came from behind, making the man look away.

He didn't look back and said calmly:

"not see."

The two brief words reached the ears of King Xihai who was waiting in the front hall through Nuo Da's palace.

He showed a wry smile. In fact, he had already guessed this outcome, but he just didn't give up.

Since he was rejected, he did not dare to stay any longer. He could only bow to the palace in a formal manner, then turned and left.

The man didn't pay any attention to him. He slowly stepped into the weapon refining room and looked at a scimitar hanging on the wall.

This was the first weapon that he poured his heart and soul into. It was originally intended to be used as a talisman, but by some strange combination of circumstances, the current Saber recognized its owner, forming an indissoluble bond with it.

And this scimitar has been sitting here collecting dust, but now it has a place to go.

He raised his hand and took off the scimitar. His slender fingers gently brushed the blade to remove the dust. Then he tossed it gently, and the scimitar disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

The man watched the machete disappear, unable to predict its whereabouts.

When he was being chased, he escaped and shuttled between several big worlds. He lost everything due to the space storm, leaving only his natal sword with him.

Now, the Dao Dao Pu has actually met a new owner.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the sword beside him and threw it into the stove. Soon there was a banging sound in the room, and if you listen carefully, it sounded like it contained countless mysteries.

The man's eyes were lowered, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.
Chapter completed!