Mu Lingjiu took the book with a pensive expression and wandered around the shelf.

Three land, three with six!

It is the sixth book on the third floor of the shelf.

One, two, three, four, five, six! This is it!

After Mu Lingjiu pulled out the book, he glanced sharply at a round button inside.

"Found it!" Mu Lingjiu's eyes glowed and looked at Emperor Qianchen! Then he put his hand into the space and pressed the button.

The bookshelf moved, and a door opened in the back.

"It's on!"

"Hmmm! Let's go inside!"

Emperor Qianchen strode into the secret room, followed by Mu Ling Jiu.

There were a few rays of fire on the wall of the secret room, trembling slightly, and the deep passage against it made people ooze a few hints of sorrow.

Mu Lingjiu saw that Emperor Qianchen stopped, and his body was in front of her.

So he poked his head out and looked at him puzzled.

"Why don't you leave?"

"There's a trap!" Emperor Qianchen's phoenix eyes shot out a cold edge.

"Huh?" Pastoral Nine stepped forward and scanned the passage ahead.

"Look! Some tiles are different from others!"

"Then let's avoid it and don't step on it!" Pastoral Nine Returns.

Di Qianchen's insight is really powerful! If he didn't say she really hadn't found out!

Hearing this, Emperor Qianchen shook his head.

"No, there are traps on both walls!"

"If there is anything your body, throw it over and test it!"

Hard objects? She really has! Yunxian Sword!

Mu Ling Jiu showed out the Yunxian Sword and threw it directly forward.

Yun Xian's sword rushed forward spiritually, and everywhere it passed, countless sharp bows and arrows rushed out.

In a few moments, the passage was covered with bows and arrows.

After the task was completed, Yun Xianjian also obediently returned to the hands of Mu Ling Jiu.

The cold and cold light on the sword body also proved that this sword was not damaged at all!

As Grandpa said, there is no sharper weapon in the world than the Yunxian Sword.

Mu Lingjiu put away his sword, and then walked forward with Emperor Qianchen.

After walking to the end, they turned a corner and walked straight, and the two found a stone door.

There was a subtle sound coming from inside.

"Prime Minister Mu, you can rest assured! I promised to save your daughter, and I will definitely save it!"

"Don't forget what you promised me!"

The evil spirit qi stared at Mu Qilei, and there was a little more darkness in his blood-red eyes.

Mu Qilei swallowed his breath and said, "The old man will do what he promised the evil spirit!"

"Good! Go ahead! She'll leave it to me!"

"One day later, I will give you a lively daughter!" The evil spirit's eyes were dark, and those red eyes were like hell under the abyss, which was really a little scary.

Mu Qilei also wanted to leave early.

"Then the little girl will ask the evil spirit!" After Mu Qilei finished speaking, he activated the stone gate and planned to leave.

Mu Lingjiu and Emperor Qianchen outside the door looked at each other and immediately retreated.

Mu Qilei came out of it, still patting his heart with palpitations.

When he turned the corner and saw a messy passage, his pupils dilated, and his expression instantly froze.

Assassin! Assassins again! Hehe! Very good!

At this time, Mu Qilei's face was so dark that he could drip ink!

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The two people who came out of the pastoral mansion walked slowly on the street.

"Di Qianchen, what do you say is the evil spirit qi? He actually saved Mu Qingxue! What is the deal between Mu Qilei and the evil spirit qi?" The pastoral nine chattered about his doubts.

Emperor Qianchen's ink-like pupils had a hint of darkness in them.

The aura of the evil spirit really exists, what about the black wolf!

No, this must be investigated quickly, this is already a matter of survival in the Xuanye Continent!

"Ling'er, don't go back to the Mu's Mansion during this time!"

Emperor Qianchen's expression was cautious, and his eyes were serious and solemn.

"Is it related to this evil spirit?" Mu Ling Jiu asked.

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