The time was three days ago, the day Chen Zhe and Zhou Yuhan just escaped from the painting.
There are two white clouds in the sky floating in the wind. At first glance, there is nothing strange about them.
If you take a few more glances, you will immediately find that the two white clouds are very small, very low, and extremely fast. Even the direction is opposite to the wind direction.
Fortunately, this place is inaccessible and no one noticed this strange sight.
The two of them were riding clouds and wielding swords. The man in front had a dignified appearance, with long and narrow eyes and slanted eyebrows. He was a young man. He was so handsome that he was so handsome.
But the corners of this man's eyes were evil, and there was always a hint of frivolous arrogance in his eyebrows.
Behind is a woman with a plain expression and clear and picturesque eyebrows. Seeing such a classical and graceful face with a pair of bright and clear eyes, it is as if nothing can move her anymore.
Qian Hao of Lieyang Sect.
Guan Xin Tower He Yan.
The two of them arrived at the top of an extremely dense forest. Qian Hao sniffed the scent. He nodded and said firmly: "This is it. Someone has used his true energy here, and he is very powerful."
He Yan nodded: "Go down."
Qian Hao is arrogant and arrogant, while He Yan is gentle and gentle in dealing with others. But when the two of them act together, Qian Hao always listens to He Yan.
The two fell sharply from the air, withdrew their flying swords, dispersed the clouds, and jumped lightly in the air. When they landed on the ground, they were like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The trees are leaning. It seems like a big battle was fought here.
There was a large open space in the middle that had been blasted out by Taoism. It was completely charred and black. All the plants had disappeared. It was like a huge crater on the surface of the moon.
Qian Hao knelt down and carefully observed the scorched hands on the ground. He put a handful in his hand. With a gentle squeeze, it turned into a small puddle of ashes. It was blown away by the wind.
"This senior is indeed very powerful. I saw that this true energy gathered together and never dispersed. It exploded when it reached its peak. That's why this kind of deep pit was formed, with a big head and a small tail. Judging from the characteristics of the performance, only The Methodist Earth Blazing Flame Dragon can do this. This senior is a Methodist. The information we received is correct."
Qian Hao clapped his hands and said confidently. Looking at the size of the pit, he frowned and said: "This is really powerful. In my opinion, it is possible that it is a great practitioner at least Ruoxu realm."
He Yan was noncommittal. She walked around casually for a few times.
"Look at the sword marks here. Isn't it a bit strange?" She stretched out her finger. Her bare hands were slender and white in the sun.
Qian Hao looked away from her hand and walked to the mark of the sword stabbing: "Oh. That's it."
He suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This senior has obviously tried his best. If he has entered the Holy Third Realm, he can achieve such power with just a wave of his hand. It seems that this senior's strength is only one step away from Ruoxu. Then His identity is clearly revealed."
There are only a few practitioners who are one step behind Methodism.
Qian Hao lowered his head and pondered. He Yan looked around with her hands behind her back, then found a tree stump to sit down on and stopped looking.
"It is very likely that he is the Five Elements Sword Immortal Liu Shitong. He integrated the Five Elements Taoism into swordsmanship, so that he can have such a powerful Earth-blazing Flame Dragon. But who is his opponent?" Qian Hao said to himself. The words could be heard by He Yan again.
His back was turned to He Yan.
He Yan lightly hit her forehead and looked at a corner of the Taoist robe exposed in the grass not far away. She covered her nose: "The smell of blood is so pungent. Someone is injured."
Qian Hao turned around and happened to see the wide corner of the robe. He shouted in surprise and hurried over.
A middle-aged Taoist lay crouched in the grass, crushing a large piece of green grass. His long sword was shattered and his neck was twisted softly. It was clear that his neck was broken.
"This...this..."
Seeing this man's face, Qian Hao finally fell to the ground. His face turned pale: "It's the younger brother of the Methodist leader. Zhang Shaoyang...he's dead."
The leader of the Methodist Church is really bad. He is obviously the leader of the best sect in the world. After his son died, his brother died again.
In the world of spiritual practice, this is something that is enough to cause a big storm.
Qian Hao looked at Zhang Shaoyang's body. After a few glances, he said: "This was a man who pinched his neck. How powerful was his cultivation to kill him so easily? How could it be like this? Yes. Who did it?"
After walking back and forth for a few steps, Qian Hao still wanted to check if there were any traces of the murderer around him.
He Yan frowned slightly. Even with her sophistication, she showed a bit of impatience. Qian Hao finally found a torn piece of drawing paper not far away.
The drawing paper is very ordinary, but the real energy fluctuations on it are extremely strong.
"Among all the magic weapons known in the world of spiritual practice, only the Jiangshan Brush can leave such a strong fluctuation of true energy on the painting. This painting is a confining magic circle. Could it be that the person imprisoned in it is Zhang Shaoyang himself? No. Although Zhang Shaoyang has great cultivation Extremely high. But he doesn’t need such a powerful magic weapon to imprison him. He must be very famous in the world of spiritual practice."
He walked up to He Yan and said, "Could it be that the demon sealed by Jiangshan Pen has escaped? Should we go to the Methodist Church as soon as possible and tell Senior Zhang Shaochong about this?"
He Yan sighed softly.
Seal it with the boundless power of the Jiangshan Pen. What an amazing practitioner that is.
But I have never heard anyone mention it in the spiritual world. If He Yan hadn't been intentional, she wouldn't have discovered the clues. It shows that this is a taboo in Methodism. The best way is to stay away.
He Yan pointed to the distance: "I'm a little tired. Look there again."
Qian Hao rushed over and found a layer of golden powder in the soil: "This is... what was left when the Yuanying was born. Someone cultivated here and became the Yuanying. What's going on."
Things seem to be very complicated.
"No, Yanyan. The matter is likely to be related to the future of the spiritual world. We need to prepare early." Qian Hao said anxiously. Behind the anxiety in his eyes was a kind of urgent excitement.
Heroes in troubled times since ancient times. He Yan knew what Qian Hao was thinking.
Qian Hao threw the flying sword and flew towards it. He looked back at He Yan and said, "We need to inform the Methodist leader Zhang Shaochong as soon as possible. I guess there may be someone specifically targeting the Methodist people. They must be prepared in advance. "
He Yan frowned slightly. Her expression remained unchanged. She also used a reddish flying sword: "Okay. Let's go together..."
Qian Hao was impatient and wanted to hold He Yan's hand: "We must hurry."
Before he finished speaking, He Yan's body swayed a few times on the flying sword and actually fell down.
Qian Hao hurriedly put away the magic weapon and came to He Yan.
He Yan's face was as white as paper. A trace of red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She covered her chest in pain.
"Yanyan, what's wrong with you?" Qian Hao reached out and wanted to help her.
He Yan shook her head, stretched out her hand to push Qian Hao away, and said sadly: "I have been practicing a new skill these days. Unfortunately, the sect has only half of the classics left. So I have to practice the second half gropingly. I'm afraid I won't be able to improve it." A fork in the road..."
"How could this happen?" Qian Hao's anxiety was reflected in the color. He took out a fiery red pill from his arms. The red point seemed to be beating uncontrollably.
Just holding it in my hand, I felt a blazing hot air blowing towards my face. One can imagine how strong the positive medicinal properties of this elixir are.
"This is my Lieyang Sect's Snow Melting Pill. It has the effect of treating all internal injuries. It can dispel yin poison and replenish yang energy. It has strong medicinal properties but is not overbearing. It can be taken even by pure yin bodies. Yanyan, please try it." He handed over the elixir.
"This... I'm afraid you only have one pill. It's not easy to get." He Yan shook her head.
But Qian Hao persisted for a long time and handed over the medicine. The two parties were at loggerheads. In the end, He Yan had no choice but to accept it.
She raised her snow-white neck and took the elixir. Her face immediately became much rosier.
Seeing Qian Hao's anxious expression next to her, she sighed: "If you have to wait for me, I'm afraid it will waste your time. I'll go back to the sect to heal my wounds first. You can go to the Methodist Church yourself."
Although Qian Hao was worried about He Yan's injury, he had more important things to do now. He turned around three times and finally left here.
He Yan sat quietly on the ground and stretched out her white and tender palms.
A snow-melting elixir was spinning in the palm of my hand. The hand was whiter than snow, and the elixir was redder than fire.
He Yan looked at the direction where Qian Hao was leaving. She sighed quietly and put away the elixir: "This good elixir was wasted for me. There are people who need it more."
She carefully smelled the remaining true energy here, closed her eyes slightly, and showed a happy expression: "This is indeed the unique aura of the Nine Heavens Royal Dao Jue. It is really powerful. Even if there is a great practitioner of the Ruoxu stage to cast a spell here, it will still be there." Not completely covering up its traces."
She took a few steps back and forth. A gentle smile appeared on her face that was as plain as water in the past.
"It's really beyond my expectation. It seems that Chen Zhe has really obtained the cultivation method of Jiutian Xundao Jue."
He Yan's eyes were watery. She sighed quietly and looked at a few stones on the ground.
The sudden appearance of these stones means they were obviously moved from other places.
"Sure enough, the world of sentient beings can't bear it any longer. But... the world of practice still needs to be a little more chaotic." He Yan's eyes moved. She stretched out her hand. Her index and ring fingers rested on the palm of her hand. The remaining three fingers were pointed in three directions.
This is simply a posture that cannot be made by human fingers. However, He Yan's five fingers are changing. One finger trick after another is extremely skillful. Moreover, the finger tricks are unfamiliar and do not exist.
boom.
A small hole appeared in the ground.
He Yan lightly flipped her hair that was messed up by the wind. She laughed softly and said: "The Dao of All Living Beings has erased the traces of their actions. I just made another one for them. Thanks to my understanding of the lost method of the Dao of All Living Beings."
She took a few steps and held out a long and narrow flying sword that was light red in color. She flew up with a light body. Her true energy returned as expected, but there was a slight trace of a fork in her true energy.
"If I'm not wrong, because of Geng Yi, the Methodists will definitely hold their noses and acknowledge Zhang Shaoze's death. Qian Hao won't gain anything by going." She shook her head and chuckled. He took out a compass and followed the direction of the pointer and drove away in the clouds.
"Chen Zhe. You are indeed a very lucky person. It's no wonder that I keep staring at you." He Yan smiled flatly.