When they walked into the enchantment, Duanmu Chuxue waved his hand, and the enchantment opened a gap as if he recognized people, and when they walked in, they saw a golden black iron lock hanging on the vermilion lacquer gate.

Chu Zhiyu took out the key, opened the big lock, and everyone entered the house one after another.

Walking into the far gates, they finally walked to the Yuanwei Hall in the middle, opened the door, perhaps because no one has been patronizing for many years, and rushed to face a cold air.

In the main hall, all kinds of magic weapons were displayed, and Wen Xiaoruan was dizzying. It's just that there is a faint layer of black mist on top of each of these magic weapons, and it looks extremely dark.

In the middle of the main hall stood a square pillar with a diameter of one meter, and there was a mirror platform on it, and there was a black round stone-like thing standing on the mirror platform, so I saw Duanmu Chuxue step forward to take down the stone, take it and hand it to Wen Xiaoruan, "This is the yin-yang mirror." ”

Shrimp!? Wen Xiaoruan's eyes almost fell to the ground, this is the Yin-Yang Mirror? Isn't this a broken stone?! Moreover, isn't it possible to look in a mirror? How can this black look shine on people!

However, just as she was thinking this, large gold letters appeared on the black mirror, "Yes." No. ”

Wen Xiaoruan was so shocked that she almost lost the mirror! Mirrors can actually type?!

Chu Linyu took the yin-yang mirror with his hand, for fear that Wen Xiaoruan would break this treasure by mistake, Uncle Zhuo clearly asked to bring this mirror back, it should be very important, Wen Xiaoruan was hairy, she didn't know when she would break it.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoruan was a little frightened, Duanmu Chuxue smiled softly, "This is indeed the Yin-Yang Mirror, back then, your master handed it over to me for safekeeping, didn't it also rely on my indestructible enchantment here, even the phoenix scar, and now if you want to take it back, I'm afraid something urgent happened." Remember to keep it well, now that Feng Liji is back, he will definitely plan to re-set off the war of immortals and demons, the yin-yang mirror as the only treasure that can find the treasure of Tongtian, he must come to fight for it, if the people of the demon world snatch it, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Thank you, National Teacher." Chu Linyu solemnly put the mirror into the Qiankun bag, "In this case, then my junior sister and I will leave for home immediately, thank you to the national teacher." ”

"It's okay, you can go." Duanmu Chuxue beckoned to Wen Xiaoruan, "Remember to come and see me when you have time." ”

"Uh-huh, I will!" Wen Xiaoruan nodded straightly, this national teacher is not only beautiful, but also easy to talk, if the master marries her as an immortal, it would be better to be her own master, or she will go back this time to persuade the master and accept the national teacher.

"Big brother, goodbye." Chu Linyu said goodbye to Chu, and Wen Xiaoruan hurriedly said, "Brother Chu will see you again." ”

"Hmm." Chu Zhiyu seemed to be smiling, "You must be careful to protect the Yin-Yang Mirror." "Don't be snatched away before you can cover the heat.

Everyone went out of the gate together, reluctantly saying goodbye to Wen Xiaoruan, and the national teacher and Chu Zhiyu disappeared in the blink of an eye and returned to the teacher's mansion.

Following Chu Linyu forward, Wen Xiaoruan was happy to see his master soon, he was so big, he had never been separated from his master for so long, and he was excited, when he saw Chu Linyu in front of him stop, holding the Longyuan Sword in one hand, and looking ahead a little nervously.

Looking at Chu Linyu's line of sight, Wen Xiaoruan couldn't help but exclaim, "Big devil! ”

I saw that standing ten meters in front of them, Feng Liji, who was dressed in black, plunged the water sword straight into the ground, Feng Lijian was tall, Wen Xiaoruan estimated that it was at least one meter nine, the water sword was much longer than the ordinary sword, he was just level with his lower abdomen when he was inserted on the ground like this, and I saw that his hands were on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were like ice picks, staring at them coldly.