When the ground moved, Qingyan was tidying up the wooden hairpin on the head of Ou Liantian's statue, the sudden shaking made her unable to stand, and she was dizzy, and then, she felt that the stone room she was in shook violently, in an instant, the stone room almost turned over, Qingyan just held the wooden hairpin in his hand, and fell down with the statue, and then, something smashed on her head, and the sudden heavy blow made her faint all of a sudden.

Wen Wanwan and the others had already flown their swords in the air, looking at the mountains and forests on the ground, but in a few breaths, the mountains were razed to the ground, and the trees were buried by the soil, even the small village on Zhanlu Mountain was also flooded all of a sudden, and no one was saved. Thankfully, it's rarely populated.

Everyone sighed and hurriedly flew towards Taihua Sect.

The stone room they were in just now was already a thousand feet deep, even if they were monks, they were just practicing qi, not to mention this kind of natural disaster, even if the foundation building monk came, there was no way, this place was too far away from the Taihua Sect, and the communication talisman could not transmit such a far message, Wen Wanwan wanted to go back to Yunding Zhenren first to see if she had a way.

Xiao Ci and Zhuge Yuehong couldn't calm down, and insisted on going down to save people, but they were dragged away by Wen Wanwan and Tanglin Shuangyi respectively.

"What about the forbidden spirit stone, I'm afraid it should also be the collapse of the collapse, the fracture of the fracture, and the life of Qingyan is in danger", Donglin Shuangyi thought of Zhuge Yuehong, who was unwilling to leave.

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When Qingyan woke up, he found that the stone room was in a mess, and the night pearl inlaid at the top was dull in color, but he could still see clearly in the stone room, at this time, Qingyan found that he had an unbearable headache, and his hands were also hot and painful, it seemed that he had suffered some injuries, Qingyan ran his spiritual power, and put his heart at ease, fortunately, it was only a flesh injury, and no sound could be heard outside, she guessed that everyone had left.

When inspecting the injury, Qingyan found that she was still holding the wooden hairpin in her hand, at this time the statue had fallen to the side, Qingyan sighed, put the wooden hairpin aside first, and drank a sip of spiritual spring water to run the spiritual energy to heal the injury, when she did this, she didn't notice that the wooden hairpin was stained with her own blood.

Qingyan's spiritual power was just halfway through operation, and suddenly his heart moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that in the wooden hairpin, a wisp of clear qi overflowed, condensed into a human form, and it turned out to be an old man with a clear face.

"Who are you?" , Qingyan was shocked, couldn't help but stand up, and hurriedly picked up the long sword and asked vigilantly.

"Hehe, don't panic, Xiaoyou, I am a remnant soul living in a wooden hairpin, and I can't cause harm to people at all", Qingyan didn't see the old man move his mouth, but he heard an old man's voice in his head.

"Old man, you just got in the hairpin? Isn't this wooden hairpin from Ou Liantian's predecessors? Qingyan settled down and asked his conjecture.

"Hehe, I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, living in the wooden hairpin has not dissipated, this wooden hairpin is said to be Ou Liantian, it is also right, it is not right, and the little friend has established a connection with the wooden hairpin, just use your divine sense to communicate with me, others can't see me and can't hear me", the old man said slowly.

"Then the old man also has some connections with Ou Liantian's predecessors, right?" , Qingyan guessed that she saw that the old man was not an entity, and there was no malicious intent, so she slowly put her mind at ease.

"Hehe, indeed, and the origin is quite deep, this matter is a long story, can Xiaoyou be patient and listen to me tell a story first?" , the old man said with words.

"Senior, please speak", Qingyan said respectfully, she felt a trace of kindness from this old man.

The old man sorted out his thoughts for a while, and then said slowly: "Not far from the Qingping Realm, there is a small realm, called the Lingbao Realm, although the Lingbao Realm is a small realm, but it is very prosperous, there are many people from the big and small realms, the reason is that the monks of the Lingbao Realm are good at refining, and the refining skills are very strong, and at the same time, most of the monks in the Lingbao Realm have learned the knowledge of refining since childhood. ”

"There are primary, intermediate, and senior schools in the Lingbao Realm, and those who have graduated from these three-level institutions with excellent grades can go to the Lingbao Sect and the Refining Treasure Sect to study."

"The Spirit Treasure Sect and the Treasure Refining Sect are the two major refining sects in the Spirit Treasure Realm, and they are the places that everyone yearns for the refining cultivators, especially the Spirit Treasure Sect is the most ......."

"Lingbao Sect was established before the Refining Treasure Sect, although the Refining Treasure Sect was established a little later, but it is also very strong, the two have competed for many years, but every time the Treasure Fighting Conference is the Lingbao Sect wins, it is rumored that the reason why the Lingbao Sect is a master of the Refining Chess is a high one, and the sect master is skilled, all because the Lingbao Sect has a head token that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, a book, which records many refining foundations, skills, methods, everything, all-encompassing, this book is called 'Refining Treasure Book'."

"But this is just a rumor, and everyone is not sure if this book exists, but despite this, it still aroused the covetousness of others, nearly 10,000 years ago, the Lingbao Sect suddenly suffered the disaster of extermination, and a strong man from the great realm slaughtered the entire Lingbao Sect, and several disciples of the strong also killed the disciples of the Lingbao Sect everywhere."

"Actually, it's not certain whether the Lingbao Sect caused a disaster due to the rumors of the 'Refining Treasure Book', it's just speculation, no matter what, the Lingbao Sect has disappeared from people's sight, and there is only one Refining Treasure Sect left in the Lingbao Realm."

"That strong man vowed to destroy all the disciples of the Lingbao Sect, but one disciple successfully escaped, with the tokens and secrets of the Lingbao Sect, this disciple would have been hunted down and killed no matter which realm he fled to, but this disciple had to be guided by someone to escape into the Qingping Realm."

"That capable person said that the Qingping Realm was closed immediately because it annoyed another strong man, as long as that disciple escaped into the Qingping Realm, that strong man and his disciples could not chase and kill, and they did not dare to provoke another strong man to forcibly break through the Qingping Realm, that disciple could escape."

"That disciple of the Lingbao Sect ran for his life, and finally escaped into the Qingping Realm, and caught up with the closure of the Qingping Realm, stopping the pursuers, but that disciple was also seriously injured in the pursuit, and was hit by the strong man's life-killing secret technique, and died within a few days after escaping into the Qingping Realm, however, he used the secret method of the sect to protect a wisp of his remnant soul, and sacrificed this remnant soul into the head token, this head token is the wooden hairpin in your hand just now!"

Qingyan listened to it for a long time, and now he knew that this wooden hairpin was the token of the head of the Lingbao Sect that the old man said, and at this time, he was very embarrassed to see the wooden hairpin thrown aside at will, so he picked it up.

"Hehe, that Lingbao Sect disciple sealed himself into the wooden hairpin, only waiting for someone with a great talent for refining weapons to open it, he waited, waited, waited for more than eight thousand years, and finally waited for one, it was a little beggar, who got the wooden hairpin by chance and then opened him with blood."