"Xiao Xuan Tian, the secret realms of Da Xuan Qu are collapsing one after another. Someone is behind the scenes. The Shuixi Palace that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years is about to be opened. Come back quickly!"
Pu Yehai pursed his thin, white lips, and there was no trace of color in his handsome face.
"It happens to be this time."
His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of weakness.
The Taiyi Bimu Clock disappeared, Pu Yehai looked up at the top of the Black Mountain, swept the prostrate people, and turned away with the needle-shaped magic weapon.
…
After the worship was over, Jiang Shengxiang and others slowly stood up.
The light of admiration still flickered in their eyes.
The light spots lingering around him gradually faded away until there was no trace left.
…
the other side.
The light spot has no source, and Yao slowly falls lightly on the swing.
She raised her hand, looked at the green-white fingertips, and clenched her fist.
He murmured: "It seems that I have inexplicable power, but I seem to have gained nothing..."
Du-du——
The storage bag on the waist is shaking.
Yao Ranran opened the mouth of the bag and penetrated with her spiritual consciousness. It was the Demonic Essence that she had ignored for a long time and casually thrown in the corner that was shaking.
"What do you mean, the stone is about to explode?"
She carefully threw the Demon Marrow far away.
The devil's marrow is like a steamed bun that has just come out of the pot, with black gas rising all over it. The black gas floats in the air and twists into a few lines of text.
Yao Ranran thought it out subconsciously, "Recently, there are rumors that there is a true god of transformation in Shiyan City. Is it true or false? The two secret realms in the Eastern Wasteland have collapsed, and the Shuixi Palace is about to open. Go quickly. How much have you cultivated recently?"
"...Can this black stone send messages?" Yao ranran walked over in confusion and picked up the demon marrow.
"This concise sentence sounds like Li Luoqi's style." Yao Ranran muttered.
"Ask me about my cultivation level? Will he be mad to death if he returns to the first level of Qi training? And is the God Transformation True Master who appeared in Shi Yancheng recently talking about me? That news must be false. As for Shuixi Palace...
Where is it?"
Yao Ranran suddenly realized that although she was in the Eastern Wasteland, her ability to collect information was not as good as that of a foreign demon.
On weekdays, relying on her partial understanding of the plot development of the novel, she neglected to explore the environment of the Eastern Wasteland.
"But I think the palace that attracts Li Luoqi's attention will definitely not be an ordinary secret realm. I'll ask Zhou Shengqian and two others soon. They should know something about it."
After Yao Ranran muttered to herself, she looked at Mo Mingxu, "How should this thing send news back?"
She silently toyed with the black stone in her hand.
…
A few moments.
West Sea Magic Palace.
Li Luoqi frowned slightly as she looked at the words that gradually appeared in the air.
【The truth is also false and sometimes the false is also true, it’s gone, it’s okay.】
"Yao Ranran...when did this person speak so concisely?"
Li Luoqi stared at the first sentence of nonsense literature and frowned deeply.
"Is the True God Transformation a fake? Or does it really exist... What can this deity tell?"
Li Luoqi gritted his teeth.
…
Bishui Village.
Yao Ranran informed them about Shuixi's palace.
"Shuixi Palace? Where is that place?" Xiaorong and Tang Xiangyin looked confused.
Yao Ranran hesitated, "Maybe it's a good place..."
"Shuixi Palace? That is an incredible palace!" Nie Rong was shocked and jumped out of a room, "Is this palace that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years and no one has discovered it really going to be opened?"
Yao Ranran glanced at him, "Do you know this Shuixi Palace?"
Nie Rong shook his fan lightly and said with a smile: "My disciple knows a thing or two!"
Yao Ranran: I don’t have a disciple as big as you!
"Fairy Ran Ran, Fairy Ran Ran has found it, let's set off quickly!" Zhou Shengqian pulled Zhou Lili and trotted over.
"Shuixi Palace is just above Langan City, and there are large water-patterned clouds in the sky over there at this moment!"
Yao Ranran looked slightly sad, "I came too quickly and I didn't prepare anything. I won't be bullied in Shuixi Palace."
"..." There was collective silence.
How can we survive when you are being bullied!?
Nie Rong broke the deadlock and said: "Master, don't worry, this Shuixi Palace is different from other secret realms. I heard that every time the palace appears, it is to recruit disciples!"
Yao Ranran looked at him curiously, "Accepting a disciple? Is there an ancient inheritance in Shuixi Palace?"
Nie Rong touched his chin, "Maybe!"
Yao Ranran was surprised, "Wouldn't it be a bloody fight?"
Nie Rong smiled. It was clearly Zhang Junlang's face. This smile lowered his mood a bit. "Inheritance is for those who are destined to get it! Even though tens of millions of people are flocking to it, the residents of Shuixi Palace are still only You will choose the one you like!”
"So Master, let's set off quickly! Maybe you can learn from an ancient great master inside, and with a little help, you can become the disciple of Shuixi Palace!" Nie Rong's expression changed drastically, and he shook his head. He took out the flying gourd, grabbed Yao Ranran and jumped up.
"Wait for me!" The little banyan tree vine rolled up and grabbed the gourd's butt.
Tang Xiangyin grabbed Xiaorong and jumped up together.
Zhou Shengqian and Zhou Lili were about to summon the flying magic weapon. Nie Rong waved his fingers, and the golden gourd emitted a precious light. In the blink of an eye, he came to them and brought them up.
"I still need you to show me the way. As the leader of a sect, your flying tool is still a ninth-level magic weapon. Isn't it shabby when you go out?" Nie Rong looked at the corner of the magic weapon that Zhou Shengqian had just revealed in curiosity.
Hearing this, Zhou Lili hurriedly defended her father, "That's because he gave me the third-level flying magic weapon, so he could only use the ninth-level magic weapon!"
Nie Rong suddenly realized, "Oh~ So for a sect as big as yours, the best flying magic weapon is only the third level?"
The Zhou family father and daughter: "..." This mouth is too poisonous!
Xiao Rong deeply agreed, "As the boss of Shi Yancheng, Sect Leader Zhou's influence is a bit too small."
Zhou Shengqian pinched the corners of his clothes and felt aggrieved: Isn’t it hard to make money?
Yao slowly swept through the golden gourd, a fifth-level magic weapon, with superior speed and stability and comfort. As a casual cultivator, it is indeed very good to have such a flying magic weapon.
She couldn't help but look up to Nie Rong, this careless and narcissistic male cultivator, but he still had some abilities.
Yao Ranran's eyes fell to the bottom of Longyin Village and beckoned: "Xiao Jiang is still down there, let's take him with us."
"Okay!" Nie Rong drove the gourd downwards, and the group of people gradually approached the ground.
Jiang Shengxiang looked at the suddenly falling golden gourd and was stunned for a second. When he saw Yao Ranran's familiar face, he excitedly said: "Where are you going, Fairy Ranran?"
Yao Ranran: "We are going to Langan City. It is said that the Shuixi Palace is about to open. There may be inheritance from ancient monks in it. Come up quickly and let's go together."
Jiang Shengxiang did not move, and there were several villagers following him.
He raised his head and said with a smile: "Fairy Ran Ran, please go quickly. I am already old. Why should I compete with others for inheritance? If I can still compete for treasures, forget about this kind of inheritance. You should hurry up and set off." !”