Just a stick of incense after Supreme Elder Yu Yu left the Qingyang Sect, Supreme Elder Yuqing flew out of the enlightenment hall together with the thin but kind-looking Supreme Elder Shuimozi.
The two Supreme Elders stared at the direction Yu Yu left for a long time, and then looked at each other.
"Sure enough, the fox's tail is exposed! It seems that what the head brother said is true!" Shui Mozi frowned and said.
"I didn't expect that what the head brother said was actually true. There is indeed something wrong with Yu Yu! I didn't expect that we had laid the foundation of the Qingyang Sect together and had practiced together for thousands of years, and that he was hiding so deeply!"
Grand Elder Yuqing nodded and said.
"Xia Mingzi went to the head brother to report the situation. I don't know if the head brother will leave the seclusion early. It seems that it will be difficult for the Qingyang Sect to survive this big disaster this time!"
"Not necessarily!" Yu Qing said with a slight smile: "There was one thing I didn't explain in the meeting before, that is, we also had a dialogue with the Wuji Sect. With the Wuji Sect behind us, the effect would be different!"
"Wuji Sect? Didn't Wuji Sect come to ask for punishment because of a disciple named Xiao Fan in our sect? This means that we have had bad relations with him before, so how can Wuji Sect help us?"
Shui Mozi's expression condensed.
"This is the variable. That Xiao Fan may be the key for our Qingyang Sect to survive this catastrophe! Under the pressure of the Wuji Sect, it may be considered a wise decision on my part to advocate protecting him.
However, this time, it was he who brought the Wuji Sect’s help to our side!”
"This Xiao Fan has a huge secret. Although I don't know what it is yet, I can be sure that as long as I can hold him firmly, everything will change!"
"Oh? Does this kid have such ability?" Shui Mozi raised his eyebrows and twirled his beard and said, "Since you said that, I also want to meet this guy!"
"No problem, just call him over!" Yu Qing smiled and waved his hand, and a spiritual thought quickly spread out, sweeping across the entire Qingyang Sect like a breeze.
Then his expression changed: "Not there? Could it be that... he went to the Wuxie ruins? That's for sure! Now we're in trouble!"
"Wuxie ruins? What is he doing there? By the way, his master is Sima Yan, and my new disciple Huo Qing is also trapped in it. It is said that I have a good relationship with him. Could it be that he went to save people?" Shuimozi
Eyes widened.
"It must be! This guy got into such trouble without even telling him a word. With his cultivation level, he will definitely die if he goes to the Wuxie ruins!" Yu Qing clenched his fists: "He has nothing to do with the Wuji Sect.
There is a very mysterious causal relationship between them. It is also because of him that the Wuji Sect, which has always existed in the legend, has an intersection with our little Qingyang Sect. If he really dies, there will definitely be variables in the Wuji Sect.
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"Is he really that important?" Seeing Yuqing's nervous look, Shui Mozi couldn't help but ask.
"To tell you the truth, when he came back this time, there were also people from the Wuji Sect who came with him..." Yu Qing whispered in Shui Mozi's ear.
"What? Such an important person? With him? Sure enough...his importance cannot be replaced. No, I think we should inform Gu Ning as soon as possible to stop him!" Shui Mozi said in shock.
"No, Gu Ning also has a problem now, we can't use him!" Yu Qing waved his hand and sighed: "Hey, it seems... If it really doesn't work, I need to go there myself!"
At this time, Xiao Fan did not know that the two Supreme Elders were talking about him and worrying about him.
He has arrived at the ruins of Wuxie Palace.
As soon as he fell down, a cold resentment suddenly enveloped the entire sky.
This resentment is several times thicker than the last time he came here, making people feel creepy from the inside out!
"It's strange, why is the resentment here stronger?" Mal Ye said in confusion.
"Well, and I can't feel the fluctuation of everyone's Yuan Power. Even the three senior brothers Wang, Zhou, and Li had no Yuan Power at all!" Xiao Fan vigilantly used the Netherworld Fire Dragon Whip, and even used a handful of it.
Holding the folding fan, a heavenly magic weapon, in his hand, he moved forward cautiously.
The ruins of Wuxie are ruined and desolate everywhere, with corpses everywhere.
From time to time, the ghost of a monk would suddenly appear, with a ferocious face and ghostly aura, and pounce on Xiao Fan.
But Xiao Fan didn't pay attention to this level of resentful soul at all. Before it could get close to him, he was wrapped in the terrifying high-temperature heat wave from the Netherworld Fire Dragon Whip. As a result, the power of resentment was swallowed up and turned into
own nourishment.
"Hehe, the more power of resentment, the better. It tastes really good!" Malia licked his huge mouth and said with a greedy smile.
"If we want to go deep into the Wuxie Palace ruins, I guess you will have a chance to taste it. It is said that the more powerful resentful souls are down there, but there are not many resentful souls left on the surface. They are probably killed by the senior brothers of the Qingyang Sect.
Solved!" Xiao Fan did not dare to be careless at all, and as he spoke, he came to a dilapidated ancient well.
This ancient well is bottomless, and a thick smell of decay is constantly rising from it. In this smell of decay, there is even a filthy smell filled with the breath of death. If it is an ordinary low-level monk,
, once you take a breath of this kind of breath, the vitality in your body will be completely corroded immediately, your vitality will be completely dispersed, and you will become a walking zombie!
"This should be the entrance, Mal, first use all your strength to protect my whole body. After all, you can absorb this evil and filthy air and transform it into something that restores your own strength, but you need to use your Yuan Power to resist me.
, This consumes too much energy!" Xiao Fan stood at the mouth of the well and watched for a while.
"Hey, don't worry, this is naturally my strength! It just so happens that the dead ghosts in the Wuxie Palace use the power of resentful souls to help me regain my strength!" He laughed maniacally, and the huge black dragon's body rolled up and immediately split into endless shapes.
The black air waves condensed into a thin transparent film under Xiao Fan's skin. Any resentment and death that rushed towards Xiao Fan would be swallowed up and neutralized by this film, turning into the power of malaria.
"Go down!" Xiao Fan took a deep breath, jumped down into the ancient well, and fell rapidly. At the same time, he quickly spread his consciousness to look for fluctuations in the energy of his fellow disciples.
After falling straight for a stick of incense, Xiao Fan's feet finally touched the ground. With more than thirty years of experience in falling into the endless abyss, this feeling was insignificant to him.
It was pitch black down the well. With the help of the monk's unique super vision and spiritual consciousness, Xiao Fan could barely discern the situation in front of him.
However, the resentful spirit in the well was even greater, seriously disrupting Xiao Fan's sense of consciousness, and there seemed to be a mysterious force filling the entire space, but Xiao Fan and Mali could vaguely feel the existence of this force.
, but can’t tell what it is.
In front of him, there was just a narrow shaft covered with moss, which seemed to lead somewhere.
Xiao Fan moved forward in the shaft with extreme caution.
Suddenly, a dry hand suddenly stretched out from the stone wall of the shaft. There were half-inch long nails on the fingers, like sharp knives, and it suddenly grabbed Xiao Fan's face!
But Xiao Fan didn't have to move at all, the power of malaria suddenly stretched out, forming countless black spikes like a hedgehog, crushing the withered hand to pieces!
"What is this?" Xiao Fan frowned.
"Hey, don't take it to heart, it's just the resentful spirits of the dead low-level monks controlling the withered corpses. This level of resentful spirits can't trouble me, but you have to be careful. I feel that deep in the shaft
There will definitely be resentful souls of high-level monks here!"
"When a monk dies, he should have returned to nothingness and fallen into reincarnation, but the resentful souls who forcibly stayed in place with resentment, although they have lost the power of their physical bodies, have made their resentful souls more powerful with their resentment.
At least it has half of its original strength, and the Wuxie Palace was originally a huge sect, with tens of thousands of disciples in the era of the Holy Demon Emperor!"
"But over the years, many sects should have come to dig out the ruins buried in the years. No matter how many and powerful the resentful souls are, they should have been slaughtered long ago!" Xiao Fan said doubtfully.
"You are right. This is very doubtful. The resentful souls are never as powerful as they were originally, and they cannot use magic weapons or other means. So why do these resentful souls appear in endlessly, seemingly endlessly?" Mal nodded and thought.
"We'll know next! I hope Huo Qing and Master won't have any accidents!" Xiao Fan said, and soon he reached the end of the shaft and got out of a wall that was forcibly broken.
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A ray of light made Xiao Fan naturally close his eyes. When he opened them again, he stood there in shock.
In front of him, there was an extremely splendid and spacious hall, with carved beams and painted pillars, resplendent in gold and jade.
Although it has been covered with dust and cobwebs and is now in a dilapidated state, it cannot conceal its former glory.
Eighteen huge pillars that can only be surrounded by dozens of people support the entire hall. On the pillars are carved pictures of various mythical beasts and colorful clouds. The most shocking thing is that the material of these eighteen pillars is actually used to make the ground.
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Although this material is not rare, it only takes the size of a fingernail to create a high-quality flying sword. It can be seen that these eighteen pillars display a wealth that would put countless famous sects to shame.
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However, the other furnishings in the entire hall, whether it is the ceiling, the sacred table, or the high platform for teaching Dharma, are all made of extremely precious materials, making the entire hall extremely noble and overflowing with aura.
"Xiao Fan, hurry up! Look there!" A loud cry pulled Xiao Fan back from the shock...