Until he crossed the ice wall and walked in front of the teleportation array, a strong wind struck, and the illusory air, mixed with red flames and blue broken ice, suddenly condensed an imaginary figure, the figure gradually condensed, and the face of a middle-aged male cultivator jumped in front of the three of them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The three of them looked at the figure that appeared out of thin air in the void in horror, and suddenly remembered the powerful divine soul that had fought against three not long ago, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The male cultivator's eyebrows are rough, his face has a bit of the heroic spirit of a high-ranking monk, his eyes are bright, like stars, and under the bridge of his tall nose, a thick lip is tightly pursed.

The eyes that looked at the three of them were also hostile and unrelenting.

These ants are so hateful that they dare to resist their own devouring spirits, they can't tolerate it, and they won't let it go.

The phantom turned into a dark cloud in the air, churning in the void like a storm was coming.

Without waiting for the three of them to react, the figure had already waved through the void arm, and the formations set up by Gu Ruyan were suddenly as fragile as cotton, lightly shattered, and a strong force quickly penetrated the air and came head-on.

The three of them were suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, their brains were blank, and before they could react, they saw a white light explode on the teleportation array.

The three figures quickly vanished before the phantom's blow came.

A feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared, Gu Ruyan only felt that the world was spinning, he was lightheaded, he couldn't stand steadily, and his brain couldn't think at all.

I don't know how long it took, but when the weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and when their feet were already firmly on the ground, the three of them had been teleported to a strange land.

On a large stone on the bank of the river, the teleportation array carved out of the stone suddenly emitted a faint white light.

An eight- or nine-year-old boy stood beside the teleportation array with a black iron box in his hand, staring at it without blinking, and the teleportation array in front of him was getting brighter and brighter, with an overly frightened expression on his face.

The little boy had heard the story of this teleportation array on this stone for as long as he could remember.

It was about the fate of their entire village, and each village chief would tell the story of the teleportation array to the children of the village.

It's just that no one in the village has ever left the teleportation array, and no one has ever entered the teleportation array.

At this moment, seeing the sudden flash of white spiritual light on the teleportation array, the little boy only wondered if it was an illusion generated by himself?

But the more and more powerful white aura was flashing in front of his eyes.

The little boy stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then saw that the teleportation array was still flashing, and the little boy's heart suddenly became ecstatic, finally someone came?

The people of the village are waiting day and night for someone to come.

Huan took another step forward, poked his head out with a powerful aura, and couldn't wait to look into the teleportation array.

Who will come?

It's the ancestor, right? It must be the ancestor, he still remembers everyone, you see, even after so many years, isn't he still here?

The little boy was ecstatic and conjecturing.

But when I thought about it, I felt that it was wrong, and I hurriedly overturned the previous idea.

No, no, no, after so many years, the ancestor should be long gone, maybe, maybe it is the heir of the ancestor?

Thinking about it like this, the little boy still doesn't think it's right, the ancestor is so powerful, how could he die, he must have turned into an immortal.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the spiritual light suddenly exploded on the teleportation array in front of him, and three figures suddenly appeared in the dazzling white light.

The little boy squinted his eyes and couldn't see the people in the white light clearly, so he had to stretch out an arm to block the white light, and saw three figures in a daze.

The little boy was happy at once, three people, three people,

The village chief's grandfather said that there was only one ancestor outside, and three of them came at once, so it must be the heirs of the ancestor outside, right?

Three figures leaped out of the teleportation array, and their aura suddenly went out.

Gu Ruyan sat in the teleportation array for the first time, and cultivated to the bottom, as soon as he got out of the teleportation array, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his feet staggered, and the whole person fell out of the teleportation array.

Even if the real person was quick to pull Gu Ruyan, he couldn't prevent Gu Ruyan from colliding with the little boy who stretched his neck in front of him to look at them.

The little boy was already thin, but he was hit by surprise, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the black iron box in his hand rolled into the small river behind him.

At this moment, the little boy suddenly became anxious, hurriedly got up from the stone, and jumped into the water with a pop, and the waist-high river instantly wet the little boy's clothes.

Gu Ruyan felt that he had hit something, and when he looked for the direction, he happened to see a little boy of eight or nine years old emerging from the river.

Holding a palm-sized black iron box in one hand and a spirit valley tightly in the other, his eyes were full of tears, but he was unwilling to stare at the river in front of him.

Gu Ruyan didn't have time to react, only to hear a wow, and the little boy suddenly cried.

The little boy cried sadly, and kept blaming himself: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I lost Linggu, wow~My Linggu~Wow......"

The three of them looked at each other, and only then did they understand a little, and the feeling was that Gu Ruyan had knocked someone's Linggu into the river.

In order to minimize the excess impurities left in the body due to eating, which affects the cultivation, the monks basically quit their appetite after avoiding the valley.

Therefore, there are no materials like Linggu and Lingmi on the body of Jiedan monks like Zhenyuan Zhenren and Shangzezhen.

Now I see the little boy jumping into the river to look for it because he lost the Spirit Valley, crying sadly because he didn't find it, and I don't know what to do for a while.

Gu Ruyan looked at the little boy who was still crying sadly, remorseful, and annoyed, that kind of despair and weak powerlessness, which suddenly reminded him of the time when he was not treated well in Gujiazhuang when he was a child, and insisted on the fragile strength on the road of cultivating immortals.

I am always lucky, and I unexpectedly got the family treasure and inheritance, but there are few people in the world who can be as lucky as themselves.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little more pity for the little boy in front of me.

"How many Linggu have you lost, can I compensate you for Lingmi?"

The little boy who was annoyed and crying sadly suddenly heard Gu Ruyan's words, immediately stopped crying, turned his head, stared at a pair of big black round eyes with tears still hanging on them, and looked at Gu Ruyan in disbelief.

What did she say? Did she say that she would use Lingmi to compensate for the Linggu she had lost?

Did he hear it wrong, Lingmi is so precious, is she sure she wants to compensate for her Linggu?

Gu Ruyan seemed to understand the little boy's thoughts, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his glass-like black eyes narrowed into a line with a smile. (To be continued.) )