Yun Zhan added an extra pot of tea to his clothes.

"Hongjia Village has been abandoned for two years, and it is said that no one lives there, but in fact, we run businesses and sometimes settle down at the edge of the village," the man said, "After all, the Bhikshu Mountain is so big, it is not easy for us to go up and down the mountain, we have to find a place to stay."

Yun Zhanyi nodded.

"So usually, if you see traces of people living at the gate of a deserted village, don't worry, of course, you are a sword cultivator, so you can't worry about this." The guy smiled.

Indeed it is.

"But if there is movement inside, it will be dangerous, about a month ago, there have always been traces of human activity in Hongjia Village, we are afraid of evil ways, so we invited the monk to take a look, but the monk searched the entire Hongjia Village inside and outside twice, and found nothing, but after the monk left, there was always movement in Hongjia Village."

Yun Zhanyi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you go inside?"

"We also thought about it this way, so we simply withdrew from Hongjia Village, leaving only two people to watch the situation, but ...... that night."

"That night...... Yun Xiangye moved a little closer to Yun Zhanyi, "It's good that Xia Solstice isn't here, otherwise he would have been scared to death."

Yun Zhanyi smiled.

"That night, those two men disappeared!"

Yun Zhanyi couldn't laugh anymore.

"Have you reported to the sect?"

"Naturally, but the sects here are not very ......," the man said, "There are a lot of monks here, but they don't see anything, they just say that they are not heretical."

"Both of them are mortals, and the monk is a demon cultivator?"

"Yes, you say it's not evil!"

What's wrong with this?

Yun Zhanyi maintained a proper smile.

Mortals are missing, and middle and low-level monks can't find traces, which basically only means one thing.

Hongjia Village has fallen into a secret realm in the past two years.

Mortals are either swept up in the secret realm, or they are brought in by something that exists in the secret realm.

Moreover, this secret realm is not the secret realm of demon cultivation.

Therefore, the middle and low-level cultivators of demon cultivation could not feel the aura of the secret realm.

Yun Zhanyi touched the little red cat in his arms, and asked him with divine sense, "How many second-grade monks have fallen in the past few years?"

"Anyway, the beast cultivator didn't." Emperor Shaojin pondered for a moment, "There shouldn't be any formation cultivation."

He doesn't know how many are left.

Sword, love, magic, law, medicine, choose one of the five......

The secret realm does not say where the monk falls, it falls, it can fall anywhere.

Di Shaojin said, "And it may not have fallen in the past few years. If you count forward, there will be more."

After the fall of the second-rank monk, its secret realm may remain undissipated for hundreds of years, and it has been supported by the aura of the monk after his death.

Because the death of a monk is different from the death of a mortal, and the person is gone after a moment.

His inner pill and the aura in the inner sea need time to slowly dissipate, and the illusion is based on the inner sea, until the aura of the inner sea is exhausted, the illusion may exist, but the people next to him can't find it.

Of course, it also depends on how the monk died, if he was attacked, it was very likely to be similar to a mortal.

Yun Zhanyi put the broken silver on the wooden table, and said, "I took the money, I know what to say."

"Of course," the man was already very skilled, "I served the sword monk for tea today, and I served him well, and I got the silver."

Yun Zhanyi smiled with satisfaction.

Those who inquire about information naturally don't want to be known that they have inquired about information, and this young man is very upright.

After drinking the tea, Yun Zhanyi didn't waste much time, took Yun Xiangye, and went directly to Hongjia Village.

"Afraid? If you're afraid, let the summer solstice come out."

Yun Xiangye almost laughed out loud, the master was really bad sometimes: "Don't be afraid!"

That being said, she also

It was the hand that grabbed Yun Zhanyi.

The outside of Hongjia Village, as the guy said, has been cleaned up slightly, and a large part of the fence that originally surrounded the village has been torn down, and the earthen wall facing the path outside that should have been a family has also been torn down and turned into a stall that opens outward, and it can be seen that there should have been a table and bench under this one, and traces can still be seen from the ground.

Those who run the merchants usually stop and rest here, and when they go inside, there are one or two rooms that are very neat, with only a thin layer of ash.

Further inside, gradually the road is deserted a lot, weeds grow everywhere, with the abandoned houses, it is indeed a little infiltrating, even the Yun Xiangye who has always said that he is not afraid, is closer to the cloud stained clothes.

Yun Zhanyi and Di Shaojin are the old gods, after all, from the moment they stepped in, Di Shaojin had already swept over Hongjia Village with his divine sense.

He didn't feel anything.

It shows that it is indeed not a secret realm of beast cultivation.

Even if it is the Beast Emperor Supreme, if there is no "key" as an aid, or if there is an organic fate, he may not be able to feel every secret realm.

Yun Zhanyi felt a slight fluctuation, but it was too light, too light, only a little.

It shouldn't be the secret realm of sword cultivation, otherwise she wouldn't have felt just a little bit.

In this case, it can only be said that there are things related to her in this secret realm, but there are not many.

That's normal.

After all, Yun Zhanyi was once the Supreme of the Sword Emperor, and he was familiar with many second-grade monks, not to mention, at least he knew him, there were many people who had a few faces, and there were also those who pointed out the other party's maze.

What's more, this little fluctuation may not be that the monk has a direct relationship with Yun Zhanyi, it is also possible that something of his has something to do with Yun Zhanyi.

Maybe it was the sword that Yun Zhanyi once made, but when she was still a second-grade, a lot of swords flowed out.

When Yun Zhanyi thought of the word sword, it was a moment.

That volatility has increased a bit.

Although there were only a few, they were still captured by Yun Zhanyi.

"This way."

Hongjia Village is not big, similar to all small villages, with dozens of houses in total, and the ones on the edge of the village are more clustered, and the fields are inside, and the houses are wider apart.

Yun Zhanyi walked into the ruined house of Ichigo, looked around carefully, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment before he walked to a wooden box.

The wooden box was already tattered, covered with mud, no need to say that Yun Stained Clothes, Emperor Shaojin brushed it with aura, and it was all clean in an instant.

"Master, I'll open it!"

Yun Xiangye saw that Yun Zhanyi didn't let her avoid it, so she knew that there was no danger, so she walked to the wooden box with great interest and lifted the lid with a bang.

Inside, instead of being the entrance to the secret realm, as she thought, there was a bag of things quietly.

"Master."

Yun Zhanyi didn't have to walk over, he already felt what it was.

It's the key.

Yun Xiangye showed the bag to Yun Zhanyi.

A broken sword was wrapped in a light-colored cloth.

As soon as he saw the hilt of the sword, Di Shaojin meowed, "You did it?"

Yun Zhanyi was a little unclear: "I can't remember."

She had made too many swords, unless they were the ones she particularly liked or for her apprentices, she remembered the others.

She took the hilt of the sword and fumbled for a moment, "Look at the craft, I should have done it."

It turned out that this was the little fluctuation she felt.

The original owner of the secret realm used the sword she made as the key, to be precise, the broken sword.

There was only a little bit left in the sword body, which was quite sharp, and Yun Zhanyi grabbed a piece of Yun Xiangye's hair and scratched it, but it was still hair-picking.

It's a sword she made!