Chapter 42 Holding the sword in one hand and you in the other
When Wang Buwen and Xue Ningyu were carving up the giant mountain with many orbs, ancestor Qi Chen stood in the sky outside the ruins, frowning and staring at the canyon.
"What exactly is this ruin?"
"I can't see through it? I can't even get in?"
Except for the moment when Wang Buwen founded the Twelfth Floor and wooed Ye Ruoshan, and when he left for a moment due to the Lingtian Sword Temple riot, the rest of the time, he basically guarded Wang Buwen secretly.
Therefore, he knew many of Wang Buwen's details and was greatly shocked. He became more and more fond of Wang Buwen.
It is the Daoyuan Sect's luck that such an outstanding person can appear in his Daoyuan Sect.
"I hope you are all safe and sound."
Qi Chen sighed secretly. He had no way to enter the ruins, nor could he secretly protect Wang Buwen and Xue Ningyu. They had to rely on themselves for everything.
"It seems that you old guys think highly of that boy."
But at this moment, a sound of vicissitudes of life came, making Qi Chen tense up and suddenly heard the sound.
When he saw the old woman, Qi Chen's expression changed and he saluted respectfully: "I've seen you, senior."
This old woman was none other than the elusive old woman who had been following Xue Ningyu before.
The old woman nodded lightly and stared at the canyon, her face flashing solemnly.
"Senior, even you can't enter the canyon?"
Qi Chen asked tentatively.
He knew how terrifying this old woman's strength was. Looking at the entire Dongzhou, there was no opponent. If she couldn't even enter, then this ruin...!
The old woman shook her head and said in a deep voice: "This ruins is surrounded by fairy patterns. I'm afraid it was created by the fairy realm. Only the ancient emperor and below can step into it."
Hearing this, Qi Chen's pupils shrank. He thought that this ruin was not simple, but he did not expect that it was created by the Immortal Realm.
Ever since Qingjing was split into four states, no fairyland power has been born in Dongzhou. This ruins probably existed before Qingjing was split. Such ancient ruins are both great opportunities and dangers.
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For a moment, Qi Chen was filled with worry.
Those who stepped into the ruins were not only Wang Buwen, who he and many of the Daoyuan Sect ancestors regarded as the future hope of the Daoyuan Sect, but also Xue Ningyu, whose identity was extremely terrifying. Once something happened to either of these two people, what would happen to them?
For Daoyuan Sect, it is an unbearable price.
"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided."
"It seems that all the geniuses like them are blessed with great luck, so it is not easy for them to get into trouble. Why are you panicking?"
The old woman on the side glanced at Qi Chen and spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, although Qi Chen was still worried in his heart, he calmed down on the surface. He bowed and thanked: "Thank you, senior, for your teaching."
"I plan to ask Wang Buwen to follow the lady back."
Qi Chen, who had just straightened up, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the old woman.
Mom sells batches, I am so respectful to you, why are you poaching my Daoyuan Sect?
Don't think that because your fist is big, I won't dare to touch you.
Seemingly feeling Qi Chen's resentment and anger, the old woman explained: "Such a true dragon as Wang Buwen, once he becomes famous all over the world, you, the Daoyuan Sect, will never be able to keep him, rather than being led by other big forces in the future.
Let’s go, why not let me take you away!”
She already had some ideas when she was in Daoyuan Sect, but at that time Wang Buwen's cultivation was still weak and he dared to provoke Xue Ningyu, so it would be good if she didn't kill Wang Buwen.
But now, in just a short period of time, this guy has broken through from the peak of Tongyou to the middle stage of becoming a saint, and his combat power is even more extraordinary. In addition, he controls the long-lost Talismans. Once he is cultivated, his future achievements will be unlimited.
Limited quantity available!
No force would be unmoved by such an outstanding person.
After hearing the old woman's explanation, Qi Chen frowned and said nothing.
Seeing this, the old woman didn't press any more, and just said lightly: "Think about it carefully. Instead of holding on to him, it's better to let him fly!"
………
On the ruins of the dilapidated palace, Wang Buwen and Xue Ningyu walked side by side.
After carving up the huge mountain of Duobaozhu, Wang Buwen used the Duobaozhu, which contained vast power, to successfully enter the late stage of becoming a saint, and his strength improved to a higher level.
Even if it is only half of it, these many orbs, which are comparable to the best holy medicinal materials, will be enough for Wang Buwen to not have to worry about his own cultivation resources for a long time in the future.
At this moment, the Duobao Xuanshu Demon was lying on Wang Buwen's shoulder. After shrinking in size, it looked like a round ball. It was very cute and cute, and was far less fierce than its previous form.
"Junior brother, do you like holding my hand so much?"
But at this moment, a gentle and beautiful word sounded in Wang Buwen's ears, and the hot breath on his ears made Wang Buwen's heart tremble.
Looking back, senior sister Xue Ningyu was looking at him cutely, her soul-stirring beautiful eyes seeming to draw him away.
Wang Buwen calmed down and said in a deep voice: "No, I prefer holding a sword."
"Why?"
"Only by holding a sword can I overcome thorns and thorns and protect you."
Xue Ningyu glanced at Wang Buwen's hand that was holding her tightly, and teased: "Then what are you...?"
"One hand holds the sword, and the other hand holds you."
"like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Buwen's eyes narrowed, and the Demon Suppressing Sword instantly appeared in his hand. The majestic power poured in, causing the Demon Suppressing Sword to tremble uncontrollably and make the sound of sword chants.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Buyen slashed out with his sword, and the swift and brilliant sword light, like a rainbow, slashed towards the ruined wall not far away.
"boom…!"
A loud roar came, and endless smoke and dust mixed with a faint magic mist rippled away. The Tongyou monster, which was hidden in the dark and planned to attack Wang Buwen and the two, was crushed to death by Wang Buwen.
The tall and straight back, the heroic posture of wielding the sword calmly, made Xue Ningyu look a little crazy, and a faint blush appeared on her face.
That's it, good luck, junior brother!
Xue Ningyu found that she was gradually falling into the love trap created by her junior brother, but she was not disgusted and even felt a little happy in her heart.
Wang Buwen had never thought carefully about why, with so many people in Daoyuan Sect, Xue Ningyu treated him differently, and why she was willing to show her true temperament in front of him?
High-end hunters often appear as prey.
Wang Buwen curled his lips, took back the Demon Suppressing Sword, and pulled Xue Ningyu forward.
A step-by-step strategy is the best strategy.
In this way, the two of them were like Taoist couples, exploring the ruins together, and before they knew it, they had explored several ruined palaces.
However, the value of it is far lower than that of the palace where the Duobao Xuandu Demon is located. It is just some rare ores and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but the grades have reached the holy level.
Wang Buwen gave all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures to Xue Ningyu, while he took those rare ores. With the help of these holy-level ores, Wang Buwen also took the time to refine several holy-level formation disks.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Buwen and the two walked out of the dilapidated palace complex. What appeared in front of them was a huge dark door about a hundred feet high. It was covered with dense and strange lines, and there were faint wisps of black energy.
Surrounded by giant doors.
It looks very mysterious and terrifying, as if there is some terrible existence behind this dark giant door.