Feng Rui stood quietly in front of the ancient cave, his expression was waveless, his breath was exhausted, and his eyes were like stagnant water in Tan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The entrance of the Phantom Moon Cave was nearly a zhang high, about seven feet wide, and appeared on a gentle hillside, surrounded by green vines and thorns, and even a few branches hung down from the hole, and the mountain wind blew, and the vines were also gently shaking.

Just under the green vines, the stone above the entrance of the cave was engraved with four characters: Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

"The Phantom Moon Cave is unguarded......"

Feng Rui's spiritual sense was released to cover all directions, but he found that there was no one guarding near the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

It stands to reason that the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion is a Qingyun Holy Land, and there is even a Zhuxian Ancient Sword hidden in it, so it is impossible for such an important place to be left unguarded.

But in fact, in addition to the ancestral hall of the patriarch thousands of meters away, Feng Rui sensed that there were people, and there was indeed no one near the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

However, considering the particularity of the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, Feng Rui was also relieved in his heart.

Because there are many illusions in the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, it can reproduce the life of the intruder as real and confuse the intruder's mind, and those who are not strong in mind basically have no return.

Coupled with Wan Jianyi sitting in the ancestral hall, who can avoid Wan Jianyi's ears and eyes and approach the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion silently?

In this way, there is no need to make another move and arrange people to guard the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

If it weren't for Feng Rui's practice of concealment, it would be difficult for him to quietly come to the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion without alarming Wan Jianyi.

"In the ancestral hall of the ancestor of Qingyunmen, the owner of that breath should be Wan Jianyi!"

Feng Rui sensed that thousands of meters away, there was an extremely strong aura in the ancestral hall, and the cultivation of the owner of the breath should be in the half-step Yuan Shen, according to the level of Qingyunmen Taiji Xuanqing Dao, it was a half-step Taiqing realm.

Feng Rui didn't delay any longer, lest he have too many dreams at night, and stepped directly into the Phantom Moon Ancient Cave.

The Phantom Moon Ancient Cave was extremely short, just a short thirty steps, and an unpretentious stone room appeared in front of Feng Rui.

Feng Rui looked around and found a few stones piled up in the corner of the wall, and moss grew in the slightly moist place on the wall, the only difference from the outside of the cave was that the inside of the ancient cave was particularly quiet, and when he walked into the ancient cave, everything seemed to be quiet suddenly, as if he was completely cut off from the outside world.

Retracting his gaze from the surroundings, Feng Rui's gaze fell on the stone wall facing the entrance of the cave.

On the flat stone wall, there is a stone slab Taiji pattern, and the Taiji diagram has been marked and recorded, and there are signs of damage in many places, which is obviously a thing of a long time.

Feng Rui took a slow breath, walked towards the Tai Chi pattern, and gently stretched out his right hand, and a faint silver soft light bloomed from his palm.

"Click-"

It was as if a person who had been asleep for a long time had woken up, and the calm atmosphere was suddenly broken by a distant soft sound.

After Feng Rui's hand rested on the Tai Chi pattern, the Tai Chi pattern lit up with a cyan light, and at the same time, the Tai Chi pattern began to rotate.

A dull and rumbling sound sounded in the cave, and just to the right of the Tai Chi pattern, a crack in the shape of a ring suddenly appeared on the stone wall that was originally intact, and then slowly rotated to the side to separate, revealing a secret hole.

At the entrance of the cave, there was a strange thing that looked like a gray mist, which looked like a fog and a wave of water, and it was constantly spinning, and it was hazy inside, and it was not real at all.

Looking at the mysterious and misty mist, Feng Rui didn't hesitate anything, didn't even think much about it, and walked in directly.

The mist engulfed Feng Rui's figure, and at the moment when Feng Rui's figure disappeared, the stone walls on both sides quietly turned back, and when they closed gently, everything returned to its original appearance, as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

After stepping into the mist, Feng Rui's spirit couldn't help but become in a trance, and his mind was blank.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in front of the familiar tiled house.

The tiled houses are very simple, made of adobe bricks, the tiles are ordinary tiles, and because they have not been renovated for many years, many of the tiles have been broken, and occasionally leak on rainy days.

"Little monkey, it's time to eat."

In front of the tiled house, an old woman walked hobbly, hunched over a cane.

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, and it was easy to see that she was a weathered old man, beating her waist with one hand from time to time, and coughing a few times, which made people want to help her.

"Little monkey, don't come into the house to eat yet, wait until the food is cold."

Seeing that Feng Rui was indifferent, the old woman couldn't help urging.

"Grandma'......"

Feng Rui muttered in a low voice, his eyes staring at the familiar old man in front of him, and a tear unconsciously fell from his cheek.

His parents died early when he was a child, and his grandmother raised him, but unfortunately when he was thirteen years old, his grandmother also fell ill and died, and he never enjoyed a day of happiness until he died.

Feng Rui's gaze swept to the tiled house, where there was a tattered table, on which coarse tea and light rice were placed, everything was as familiar as in his memory.

"Unfortunately, the fake is always the fake ......"

Feng Rui glanced at his grandmother, bowed deeply to his grandmother, and then the entire illusion shattered at this moment!

When Feng Rui opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desolate Gobi, without any trees and flowers, only dark gray rocks and sand, and the wind blew through the Gobi with a whining and screaming sound.

Above his head, there was a strange sky, and the deep purple clouds weighed down the world as if it couldn't breathe.

In the clouds, huge white lightning bolts continued to fall from the sky and leap across the sky.

The farthest sky in the distance is a dark green halo, where it is particularly bright, like a bright light at the end of the darkness, and countless meteors skimming the sky, emitting a blazing and dazzling light, in the canopy, into a brilliant and spectacular star language.

After a while, Feng Rui slowly retracted his gaze, his mood gradually calmed down, and he looked forward, on the desolate Gobi, not far in front of him, an altar stood there.

The altar is a dark gray boulder as a seat, there are steps on all sides, up and down seven layers, there are seven giant pillars on the altar, divided into seven colors, each one is dozens of zhang high, it takes three people to surround it, ordinary people are on this altar, it looks as small as ants.

In the center of the altar, there is also an ancient tripod with an ancient form, standing quietly.

Feng Ruifei landed on the altar, staring at the quaint giant tripod, his long sleeves were empty, and a mana gushed out, and the ancient tripod exploded in an instant, and the fragments flew everywhere.

In the smoke, a simple and slender sword shadow slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a long sword with a very clumsy form, the sword body and the hilt were integrated, like a stone not a stone, like a jade but not a jade, it looked ordinary, the lines on the sword body were crossed, as if it was still a little worn, and there were faint cracks across the sword body.

It is the ancient sword - Zhu Xian! (To be continued.) )