"It's not Senior Wu!"

After Tong Eleven sensed the figure in mid-air, his face sank. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He slowly stood up and walked out of the barrier, stomping his feet slightly, and his figure disappeared directly.

When he reappeared, Tong Eleven had already arrived at an uninhabited space in the Old Man's Temple.

Using the power of the priesthood to hide the cultivation aura of his whole body, Tong Eleven came to a pleasure boat, looking at the golden light figure suspended in mid-air from afar, he stood with his hands in his hands, vigilant.

Of course, except for Tong Eleven, mortals can't see that figure in mid-air.

Tong Shiyi felt a strong sense of crisis from that figure's body, and it was obvious that his cultivation was a little higher than him.

However, the entire Chang City is under the control of Tong Shiyi, and the entire water area of the Lao Ye Temple is also under his control, if it is entangled, it is not impossible to win.

It's just that he hasn't seen the purpose of the golden light figure yet, if this figure has any bad intentions, Tong Eleven will make a decisive move.

I saw that the figure of the golden light was suspended in the air for a moment, as if it was a little confused because of something, and slowly fell on the surface of the water, and under the pinch, a golden light flew into the river.

Tong Eleven's mind immediately moved, and when he turned around, he disappeared in place without anyone noticing.

When it reappeared, it was already under the river.

After entering the river, Tong Shiyi also has a feeling of being at home in water.

His sensing range expanded, and he instantly found the golden light that entered the river, and then continued to move forward along the golden light, feeling the breath above the golden light.

"He's looking for something."

Tong Eleven's heart moved, restrained his breath, quietly sank to the bottom of the river, pondered for a while, swam around the seal of the gray world, and quietly hidden.

In the river, except for the sealing stone of this gray world, other cultivators could not touch it, and there were no other treasures waiting for them to discover.

The figure in mid-air is looking for some treasure, and in the end it is the best situation to find it and leave.

If you are looking for the seal of this gray world, and you want to open the seal, Tong Eleven will definitely not let the golden light figure succeed!

Thinking of this, Tong Shiyi lowered his knees, merged with the river, sank his heart, and waited patiently.

……

Nan Zhen, the patriarch of the Nanshan tribe, was shrouded in golden light, and stood on the surface of the river with a frown.

The golden light he had sent before finally returned, into his sea of consciousness.

"How can there be no breath of the entrance?" Nan Zhen, the patriarch of the Nanshan tribe, was puzzled.

Before, every time he came to look for Gray Heavy, he could feel the entrance to the gray world under the water in mid-air, and then he could enter it very easily.

But just now, not only did he not be able to feel the breath of the entrance in mid-air, but he couldn't sense the breath of the entrance even when he sent out the spiritual power containing divine consciousness.

Under the deep groan, his whole body was shrouded in golden light, and he entered the river, and his divine consciousness slowly dispersed, enveloping the surroundings.

The light under the river is very poor, and even a little deeper is dim, so it is difficult to have a sense of direction in the water.

Moreover, this river is very strange, and even if the divine consciousness is in the river, it is difficult to cover too large an area.

Under the frown, Nan Zhen began to go deeper and deeper.

Tong Shiyi tilted his head slightly, looked in the direction of Nanzhen's swimming, and then slowly closed his eyes, and his entire divine consciousness merged into the entire water.

"Is it the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant?"

Soon, Tong Eleven sensed the cultivation of the golden light figure through the divine sense that merged into the river, and his face became solemn.

If it is the early or even middle stage of the Yuan Infant, without the influence of the gray mist energy, he is sure to defeat the other party, but the late Yuan Infant is a little troublesome.

Thinking of this, the divine consciousness in the water of the Tongyi River slowly dispersed from the water, and then instantly covered the entire Longtou Mountain, and finally stayed on the boulder that extended out of the cliff on the Longtou Mountain.

After a moment of silence, the power of the land god radiated, slowly changing the shape of the boulder, and finally forming the shape of a stone dragon head.

Then, beyond the reach of mortals, the stone dragon head slowly fell to the surface of the water, then merged into the water, and quickly rushed towards the position of Tong Eleven.

Of course, because of Tong Eleven's intentional control, Nan Zhen could not detect the fluctuations of the water flow, and he was still looking for the location of the entrance in the water like a blind man.

Soon the stone dragon head came to Tong Eleven's side, and he slowly pinched the trick and pointed it on the center of the dragon's eyebrows.

Hum -

A strange aura emanated from Tong Shiyi's body.

Subsequently, countless strange auras in the entire water area emanated, quickly merging into the dragon's head.

Tong Eleven's right hand stretched out and gently touched the dust below him.

Airplanes!!

Within the scope of Chang City, all the heaven and earth aura quickly converged, and the power of incense also quickly condensed, and finally under the control of Tong Shiyi, it merged into a handful of soil in the palm of his hand, and then he pointed it on the center of the eyebrows of the stone dragon's head.

The moment the soil dotted on the stone dragon's head, the entire stone dragon's head shook slightly, and a pair of dragon eyes slowly opened, emitting a faint white light, containing a strong immortal coercion.

After doing this, Tong Eleven meditated cross-legged again and waited quietly.

Nanzhen is getting closer and closer to here, and it won't be long before you can come to the location of the entrance, and when the time comes, you can tell whether you fight or not.

"Be sure to stop it! Senior Wu trusts me by entrusting such an important seal to my care! Tong Eleven thought to himself.

……

Just west of Chang City, Hengduan Mountains.

The wind and clouds between heaven and earth wandered, slowly condensed and collided, blocking the sunlight and began to snow heavily.

Clusters of goose feather snowflakes fall in the Hengduan Mountains, covering the green pines and weeds in the mountains.

There were no birdsong, no small beasts walking, only a faint mist emanating from the river that flowed from north to south.

Not far from the sky above the Eater Ruins Enchantment, a golden light came from far and near, and finally landed on the peak of a high peak.

The man was dressed in a gold-rimmed brown robe, and his entire head was altered into a wide hood, making it impossible to see his appearance.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes scanning the Hengduan Mountain Range in front of him, and then grabbed it violently.

The wind rises and stops in an instant.

He looked down at his retracted right hand.

In the palm of your hand there is a very, very tiny fiber particle, and a snowflake falls from the sky and covers the particle.

"Is it all powdered?" An ice-cold voice came from under the hood, "What a bunch of rubbish." ”

With a gentle wave of his hand, the fiber particles in his hand shattered again and turned into powder.

"It's a pity that the old man can't open the enchantment, otherwise, you will have to go to see Hades earlier." He muttered with emotion, and the figure sat cross-legged on the spot, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders, not melting or dispersing, just like that, covering them layer by layer.

Soon, in the midst of the goose feather snow, only a snowman sitting cross-legged remained at the summit. (To be continued.) )