The blue sky is purer than the sea, and the cool breeze gently blows, bringing the fragrance of mast flowers, a rare good weather.

The weather was good, the mood was good, Bai Yan carried a wooden basin, and quietly rolled into Xianqing's dormitory from the window.

At first glance, the black patch in the tub thought it was ink, but if you look closely, you can see that everything inside is alive.

Wriggling leeches make people's scalp tingle.

Bai Yan has been in a good mood recently. Seeing the gradually increasing silver in his pocket, imagining the expression on Sheng Yuan's face, and the opportunity to stir up Huang Xianghan from time to time to get close to Xiao Xue, life is really very beautiful. It would be better if it could make the dog unlucky again.

At this time, there was not a single light in the temple, it was deserted, like his master, without any vitality.

Bai Yan approached the window, lifted the quilt, and directly poured the leeches in the basin.

Bai Yan finished pouring the leeches and was about to leave through the window, but he didn't know what mechanism he stepped on. A door appeared behind him. Interesting, what does Xianqing Immortal Jun need to hide?Curiosity drove him to open the door and walk in.

This door seems to lead to the underground, and there is a secret room in the bedroom of the upright Xian Qingxian Jun in front of people.

As he walked, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him. It seemed to be coming to him.

It was pitch black in the secret room, and Bai Yan groped for a place to hide quickly.

Someone came down and seemed to be holding the pearl of the night.

Only then did Bai Yan see the surroundings a little clearly, it seemed to be a small stone house.

The man walked past Bai Yan's hiding place and paused slightly. Bai Yan held his breath, could it be that he was discovered? Bai Yan stepped back cautiously. Something seems to have been pasted on the back. It's like a piece of ice, the kind that is cold.

Wow -

The man didn't seem to notice anything and kept walking.

The Chamber of Secrets was once again plunged into darkness.

Bai Yan took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, picked up the yin qi, and attacked the back. The fist hit the cold wall, and no one felt anything. Bai Yan withdrew from the cramped corner. Summoning the Xuan Ming True Fire, the place where she was standing just now was empty, and there was nothing.

Bai Yan walked over again, raised his hand and touched the wall, the wall was a little rough, and there was no cold feeling just now. Bai Yan looked at the reddened fingers. His face darkened, he didn't say anything else with the palm just now, and it was absolutely no problem to kill a Yuan Baby. And there is not even a trace of this wall.

Bai Yan gathered yin qi, and the originally ordinary wall once again exuded a trace of coldness. Interesting, this mechanism. If there is no yin qi, you can't even find it. The question is, how can an upright Immortal Monarch cultivate Yin Qi?

Bai Yan approached the wall and observed the pattern outlined by the cold air, it was Vena!

Vena is a kind of vein pattern about the spatial changes of heaven and earth. It is a schema that takes black dots and white dots as the basic elements, composes several different combinations in a certain way, and arranges them into a matrix as a whole. Symbolizes order.

Bai Yan is also a person who has specialized in learning formations, he groped around the wall, and the floor suddenly popped open. Then he reached in and twisted the mechanism inside.

The mechanism moved, and a door slowly opened to the left of the chamber.

Interestingly, this has the same work as the mechanism in the forbidden land in the forest before.

With a flick of Bai Yan's wrist, the yin qi enveloped him, and his figure immediately disappeared into the air. He wanted to see what secrets were hidden in this Qingying Immortal Palace.

Bai Yan stepped through the door, and the door slowly closed behind him.

Inside is a very empty room.

There was a chair in the room, one made entirely of skeletons. And there was a man sitting on the skeletal chair of the white bones. The man was dressed in a black retro robe, and it was none other than Xianqing Immortal Jun.

There was a spirit standing beside him, as if to report something to him. The soul body was surrounded by black gas, which was clearly a resentful spirit.

Bai Yan expressed acceptance of incompetence. The person who writes the fairy rules mingles with the resentful spirits. The most upright man in his heart sat in a chair made of bones. The nerve protrusions in the head throbbed, accompanied by the discomfort of soreness.

The air around him was cold and cold, and there was constantly a cold wind drilling into his body, like a poisonous snake crawling over his body, which was terrifying. Bai Yan had every chance to run out of here, but he didn't want to. He wanted to see what this world he thought he knew was familiar with, what this person he thought he knew familiar with was like.

He let go of his mind and wanted to hear what they were discussing.

"Your Highness...... Yao ......: "Bai Yan didn't dare to get too close to his divine sense, and the cultivation inside was the realm of the Immortal Monarch."

"It's almost ......" Xianqing Immortal Jun raised his hand, and there was a mark on it.

Bai Yan squatted in the corner, opened his eyes wide, and covered his mouth in a daze. That mark, the beast slave print! That is the mark on all the prisoners of war after the fairy world exterminated the beast world. The person who was extremely concerned about the support of the Northern Immortal Realm, who cared about blood, actually had a beast slave print on his arm.

Bai Yan's mind went blank. This fairy world seemed to be covered with a veil, isolating him from the outside. What is hidden behind the light? His childhood is not the same world as the world.

Then Xianqing swallowed a pill, and his angular face gradually softened, obscuring the characteristics of the beast race. He asked the Immortal Monarch of the Wind Immortal Dao Bone again.

When the resentful spirit was gone, the shocked Bai Yan reacted. Known as His Royal Highness, with a beast slave print on his arm, Xianqing's identity is not difficult to guess. Bai Yan knew that if he was discovered, the only way to wait for him might be to extinguish his mouth.

He stood up tremblingly, covering his mouth, and retreated. This stone house is full of white bones, and if you are in a hurry, you can't help but step on it......

Xianqing raised his eyes, and his voice was faint, "Come out." ”

After being locked by Xianqing's divine sense, Bai Yan knew that he couldn't run away. He stubbornly stepped out of the darkness.

Xianqing's eyes looked at him coldly, "What did Shadow Dream hear?"

Bai Yan tried his best to calm down, hung up his smiling face, and tried to pretend to be normal, "What did you hear?" glanced at Xianqing, and teased in a playful voice, "I didn't expect Lord Xianjun to have this habit." It seemed easy, but in fact, panic rose in his heart. His identity is fake, and there is no one around, if Xian Qing wants to kill him......

Xian Qing sighed: "I didn't hear it." It's okay, I'll tell you about it. ”

Before Bai Yan had time to refuse, Xian Qing fell into memory.