"Jiang Huaiyu?" Wen Yi looked around, what was he doing at the Ethereal Illusion Mansion in the middle of the night, "Rare guest." ”

In the past, Ling Yujun, who couldn't be invited by the original owner after thousands of requests, is honestly standing at the station of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion today.

Wen Yi passed by Jiang Huaiyu without squinting.

When he was rubbing shoulders, Ling Yujun suddenly spoke: "Be careful of the prince." ”

Wen Yi paused, "Prince Er? Which prince, the prince has already soared, do you have a nightmare? ”

Shen Yu hadn't woken up yet, and Wen Yi wondered if the Sword Sect had discovered something.

"Copper Mountain Forbidden Land, the altar at the bottom of the cliff has been visited by the elder of my Sword Sect, it is a formation that prohibits the undead." The night wind swept up Ling Yujun's robe, and he said coldly: "Don't become a monster driven by people for the sake of the small profits in front of you. ”

If Wen Yi hadn't known that it was a sacrificial ceremony, he would have really been fooled by the people of the Sword Sect.

The sacrificial formation naturally has the effect of imprisoning the undead.

According to Shen Yu's temper, he will not be honestly a sacrifice.

Wen Yi was sure that someone must have sneaked into the abyss and sacrificed something to Shen Yu, causing him to be sealed and imprisoned by the formation when he came.

At that time, after he fell into the abyss, his blood inspired the sacrificial formation, which attracted Shen Yu.

"Are you finished?" Wen Yi's slender and beautiful hand often pointed outward, "Ling Yujun is not welcome in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion, where is it cool, I will have nightmares at night when I see your face." ”

She was extremely disgusted with Ling Yu-kun.

Gu Yanting was arrogant, and Wen Yi could barely stand with him.

Ling Yujun feels that he is superior to others from the inside out, and looks down on others everywhere, and the slightest shortcoming of others is a great crime in his eyes, the ultimate perfectionist, and very self-conscious.

"You!" Jiang Huaiyu's handsome condensation of the frost that rejected people thousands of miles away, a pair of ice eyes overflowed with coldness, his hands curled up and clenched, and he felt that Wen Yi was unreasonable, "If it weren't for the face of the five elders of your sect, who would care if you lived or died." ”

Xie Qian had borrowed treasures to make Jiang Huaiyu succeed in the tribulation, and now his cultivation is in the middle of the Jindan Realm.

Wen Yi looked at him with annoyance, and walked in indifferently.

Jiang Huaiyu took a deep breath and dodged back to the Sword Sect.

"Childe." A monk in a mask greeted him, "What's Wenyi's reaction?" ”

When Wen Yi was mentioned, Jiang Huaiyu's body exuded a cold aura that rejected people thousands of miles away.

The masked servant took three steps back.

Jiang Huaiyu sat on the chair and said indifferently and detachedly: "There is nothing unusual about her, and she doesn't know that it is a sacrificial formation, what Qingling said before he died, it seems that the soul of the prince may have already left." ”

He is a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he is also the concubine of the hidden family, and he is also a talented Tianjiao in the immortal cultivation world.

This servant was just sent by Jiang Huaiyu's parents.

The last time the tribulation was attacked by the demon of desire, Jiang Huaiyu almost died on the spot, so frightened that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother hurriedly sent a servant who was out of the body realm cultivation to protect him.

The servant said: "Prince Er is the first person in the ruthless sword way, and there is really no formation that can trap him. ”

Jiang Huaiyu was puzzled: "Has the prince ascended?" ”

The slaughter of the prince of Surabaya Province with millions of lives, stepping on the corpse mountain, and the sea of blood soaring, everyone in the immortal cultivation world knows about it.

Jiang Huaiyu always felt that something was wrong after waking up, and after returning to the Sword Sect, he investigated the affairs of the prince.

Strange dossier about the prince is pitifully scarce.

I only know that his life sword is the Qianyuan Immortal Sword, and he has four subordinates, one of which is the world-renowned national teacher Feng Jianyue.

The Wind Nation Master mysteriously disappeared after Prince Er's ascension.

There are three left, one sacrificed his life for the immortal cultivation world during the Divine War thousands of years ago, and the other two built the Hidden World Sect.

The servant bent down and said respectfully, "Childe will know later." ”

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but he can't say it.

Jiang Huaiyu waved his hand and motioned for him to step back.

I hope that Wen Yi's idiot is telling the truth, otherwise, she will die sooner or later.

......

"How long has Jiang Huaiyu been standing at the door?" Wen Yi asked Yu Ran, who hadn't slept in the middle of the night.

Yu Ran seemed to have something on his mind, Wen Yi asked twice in a row before coming back to his senses, "Ling Yujun didn't stand for long, he came to Yunshui City at night, and he visited Shizun as soon as he came, I only heard that the Sword Sect seemed to have lost something, I hope we can help." ”

Wen Yi remembered that Liu Xinci hated himself the most, and the second was Ling Yujun who had eyes above the top.

"Senior brother will let him in?" Wen Yi was a little surprised.

"Nope." Yu Ran shook his head, "Ling Yu-kun has been standing at the door. ”

With Jiang Huaiyu's character, it was not bad if he received such a cold reception and didn't lift the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion station.

He honestly stood at the door and swallowed his anger, what he lost should be very important, so important that he could not care about his face and reputation.

"Later, Ling Yujun mentioned you and Tongshan Gate, and the master was furious and wanted to punish Ling Yujun."

"Ling Yujun's entourage of servants fought with Shizun, and then, Shizun slammed the door and left."

Wen Yi was a little gloating.

There are too few people in this world who can make Liu Xin angry and slam the door and leave, and the servant of Ling Yujun is at least an out-of-body realm cultivator.

"The out-of-body realm has been able to become a deacon in the Sword Sect, and if you are lucky, you are also an elder, but you deigned to be a servant to Ling Yujun." Wen Yi keenly grasped the key point, "Jiang Huaiyu's background is amazing. ”

Yu Ran listened to her muttering for a long time, tilted his head and asked, "Seventh Elder, is there anything else?" ”

"No, let's go rest."

Yu Ran thanked her for sending a white jade Chiyang Pill.

A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance.

The materials purchased by the thermometer with six hundred spirit stones are not enough to make enough puppet talismans and gourmet talismans, but two can be made each.

Cinnabar, fine yellow paper, asbestos, Jiyue grass crystal, gold dust,......

Wen Yi slowly arranged the things to be prepared one by one, mashed the asbestos and gold powder, dripped, mixed a few drops of Jiyue grass crystal, and finally got the cinnabar powder into it, and poured half a spoonful of spiritual spring.

After a few moments, the color of the container changed from purple to magnificent blue, and finally to a blood-colored solution with gold dust.

The solution and ink are generally not viscous and exude a strong aura.

Using a pen to dip a solution containing spiritual power, Wen Yi concentrated on making the first gourmet talisman.

When the bright red tip of the pen landed on the yellow paper to outline the first stroke, Wen Yi felt a force sucking his spiritual power.

Her wrist strained slightly, and the silver streamer sank into the spell one by one......

Two hours later, Wen Yi finished making four charms.

Her spiritual power was drained, she felt weak, her feet were like stepping on cotton, and she finally found a bed and fell asleep.

In her sleep, Wen Yi faintly sensed a powerful surge of power.

She was so sleepy that she couldn't even hold her eyelids, and her mind was thinking about the enemy or who it was, but she couldn't move.