Silver Dust poked its head out of the lake, and found nothing of note other than to see marlin and birds continuing their never-ending brawl.

The people of the Demon Realm Gate have left, and they may have salvaged the Hanshan Temple robe and taken it back as a trophy to Du Chuanchang. Silver Dust breathed a sigh of relief, then used his magic power to control the water to form a lotus platform that was one and a half feet large, held himself up, and quickly moved towards the lake. Beneath the surface of the water, the huge body of the Tuna King is like the silhouette of a nuclear submarine, hovering around the silver dust, but never daring to emerge from the water. Above the head of Silver Dust, from time to time, huge white falcons with a wingspan of eight meters flew over like a desolate alien species, and their cries sounded a bit like sonic bombs. This bird is said to be very fond of eating particularly large animals, such as king tuna.

"Snowbird?" Silver Dust looked up, looking at the sky suspiciously. The massive projection of the snowbird streaked across the depths of its silvery pupils. Silver Dust only knows that these large birds can appear around the snowy mountains, and their calls are said to summon the sun and drive away blizzards, but they shouldn't appear above the desert anyway?

Silver Dust shook his head and jumped off the lotus platform. Fall to the shore. The presence of a graupel native to Gabroyle is a strange thing in itself. Maybe they just fly by occasionally?

Yinchen put aside the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and found a fairly thick and lush sand willow tree by the lake to lie down, he had to replenish his mental and physical strength that he had already overdrawn many times, and then desperately went to find Zhang Mengmeng.

"Everything in the future can only be said by finding my sister first. Silver Dust thought so and slowly closed his eyes.

Around him, a pitch-black round hole suddenly appeared. A slender white palm stretched out, followed by a wide sleeve. The entrance of the cave slowly expanded, countless golden lights shot out from inside, red clothes fluttered, lotus steps moved lightly, wearing a red cloak, wearing a red robe, a slender and graceful demon angel, slowly walked out of the arcane space. She bowed lightly to the silver dust with her eyes closed, and then suddenly spread her snow-white wings behind her, and suddenly flew high into the air.

She was ordered to find the stronghold of the Holy Water Sect, and with the ability to fly, she used her great advantage at this time.

【One day later】

As soon as Silver Dust woke up sleepily, he received a soul signal from the demon angel.

"Found it! Actually hiding in the underground palace...... Fortunately, they still have a few tents on the ground, otherwise I am afraid they will not be found......" Yinchen's voice was still lingering under the sand willow tree, and his figure had already appeared two hundred paces away.

"It's dozens of miles, you have to teleport over. "Silver Dust's figure was just a flash, and it appeared four hundred steps away. In this way, he phantom and disfigured in an instant, like a void ghost, and rushed towards the valley where the Holy Water Sect was located at an incredible speed.

The joint camp of the Holy Water Sect and the Reconciliation Sect is located in a small valley. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom here, and the grass is lush on the low hills less than 10 feet high, and the environment is very beautiful. Deep in the valley is a pitch-black cavern, and in the depths of the cavern is a staircase that leads to an underground palace connected to the dungeon that Silver Dust has explored. It was cool and dry, and the oil lamps were still bright for hundreds or thousands of years. In the palace, it is needless to say that the carved beams and paintings are not to mention, the key is that the silk and satin, the golden tung ornaments, and the calligraphy and painting screens are all intact one by one, not like the vicissitudes of life. There is even dry firewood in the hearth of the warm pavilion, which can be used as long as the fire is lit, as if the entire palace has been cleaned and maintained. Only the thick dust in the incense burner and the finger-thick dust in some warehouses silently explain the ruthlessness of the years and the vicissitudes of life. All the items in this dungeon, whether it is the silk on the bed mat or the vermilion candles on the candlestick, seem to be antiquities before the founding of the Southern Empire, and any one of them is worth tens of thousands of gold in the collecting world, but they are all so well preserved that they can even be picked up and used directly. Most of the people of the Holy Water Sect came from noble families, and they all had ruthless eyes, and when they saw these things, where was the reason not to go crazy? In addition to rewarding Zhang Mengmeng, who had accidentally discovered this underground palace, they ignored everything else, and desperately installed the camp directly in the underground palace, and frantically scavenged everything that could be moved.

However, this is a whole underground palace, not a palace, its area is vast, the furnishings are complicated, and where are the only remaining 82 Shigu monks of the Holy Water Sect who have entered the body of the twelfth or third layer can be tossed for a while? The senior aunts of the Holy Water Sect had no choice but to call their vassal Interpretation Sect, and a group of more than 500 female monks who cultivated to various levels worked day and night for a full week, and it was only then that more than two-thirds of the place could be cleaned up, but everyone was full, and they could no longer take a penny.

The people of the Holy Water Sect are willing to give up, anyway, it is still early before the opening of the Purple Blood Temple! Since they can't take it away, they can't just abandon it like that, and they just enjoy the life of being in the palace first, with fine clothes and food. So the sisters and sisters of the Holy Water Sect simply lived in these palaces, slept among the best silk and satin whose production skills had long been lost, and ate the rare birds of the grassland that the sisters of the Xie Yu Sect had hunted with blood and sweat. Smoking the high-end medicinal incense brought by himself, while admiring the apple-sized golden incense burner that is almost equivalent to a manor, it is like going on a trip. Every day, I either wander around in this underground palace to see all kinds of luxurious and splendid decorations and decorations, or I am grinding among the expensive and superb silk satins, and doing some games such as "grinding mirrors". The people dispatched by the Holy Water Sect this time were all young monks about twenty years old, although they said that they were ruthless, but in fact they were desperate and young and active, so after settling down in the underground palace, they played all day and day, and did not take to heart the orders of their masters to resist the righteous path, explore the secret realm, and experience their own training.

These disciples of the Holy Water Sect are just big girls and little daughters-in-law, who have no sex, but they are overwhelmed by the etiquette rules of [Ruthless] on weekdays, and it is easy to catch an opportunity to be in a secret realm and no one cares about it.

The elders and aunts of the Holy Water Sect were busy with Yingying Yanyan, and the geisha monks from the Qinglou of the Xie Yu Sect were as busy as coolies. Their leader, Lin Xuanchen, has not returned so far, and the entire sect has no leader and has almost completely collapsed. All the girls who are still alive in the Interpretation Sect are bent on being able to tie up with the master of the Holy Water Sect, and since then they have become ****, they have no worries about food and clothing, where do they still care about what the Interpretation Sect itself is? Among the upper sects, those who really want to separate the Interpretation Sect from the Holy Water Sect and truly make the Interpretation Sect become a demonic sect The elders are eager to "take this opportunity to compete for the light weapon, revitalize the sect, and expel the rotten head of the Holy Water Sect who betrays his ancestors and seeks glory." The ardent hope has long been forgotten by these girls who were born in kilns and have never seen much of the world in Java.

It was in such an environment that Zhang Mengmeng was alone in a quiet dormitory of the former generation, meditating cross-legged on a bed made of green jade, and cultivating for a while, while coldly watching the absurd behavior of the Holy Water Sect and the Reconciliation Language Sect. (To be continued.) )