Back at the sect, Jiang Quinoa immediately took out the array plate and placed it at the entrance position.

It's just that at this time, she discovered a flaw in the array disk, which actually required spiritual power to activate.

“……”

Jiang Quinoa was helpless for a while, so he could only place two lower grade spirit stones into it, and the array disk was activated, protecting the room.

She sat down cross-legged on the couch with some excitement, and then took out the keys and tattered books she had bought.

The strong resentment on the key was gone, replaced by a strange scent.

Jiang Quinoa held the key in front of his eyes, and carefully observed it to see what was famous, but found that the gray cloud at the dantian was unexpectedly unresponsive.

What does that mean?

It was so excited when it came across this key, how could it buy it and not move?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to act rashly, so she had no choice but to stuff the key back into the storage bag, and then her eyes fell on the book.

The cover of the book is shabby, tinged with a pale yellow, and the edges have long been curled up, and they will crumble at the slightest touch.

The edges shattered, revealing a small piece of snow-white paper.

Jiang Quinoa opened the cover with some curiosity, and suddenly there was light in front of him, and the whole person suddenly froze, and his eyes lost their brilliance.

It was as if her spirit had arrived in a strange place.

It was a high mountain suspended in mid-air, and the summit seemed to have been cut in half by something, and the white expanse was covered with snow.

She stood on the top of a sloping peak, a sun lamp hanging high in the sky, and the ice picks hanging from the edge of the cliff were slowly melting, ticking into the mysterious abyss.

Where is this?

Jiang Quinoa tilted his head and looked around suspiciously.

Suddenly, the wind and snow suddenly rose around, and a black figure stepped out of the clouds.

She looked up, and the figure was blurred, but with a thick murderous aura, as if it was about to destroy the world.

Then she saw the figure slowly raise the weapon in his hand, and then fluttered towards the mountain.

Is that......

A knife?

Jiang Quinoa's eyes widened, trying to see something clearly, but it was indeed dark in front of him, and his spirit suddenly returned to his body, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered onto the edge of the bed, glowing black.

Jiang Quinoa felt a tingling in his soul, his little face wrinkled into a bun, and he pounded his head heavily with his hand.

Just one glance, her soul was injured, how powerful should that knife be?

With a look of shock in her eyes, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, her mind full of images of the figure raising a broadsword.

The spirit still hurt terribly, but she felt that it was bearable, and replayed that image in her mind over and over again.

At the same time, Feng Xun, who was drinking with Jiang Xiaotian, held a slight stagnant hand, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and then he sneered.

Jiang Xiaotian looked at him inexplicably, knowing that this person's mistake had been committed again, and his mind was indeed not very clear.

"Jiang Xiaotian, the luck of chance in this world is really out of luck."

Feng Xun raised his head and took a sip of the spirits in the glass, and the spirit wine slid down the corners of his mouth and dripped into his neckline, and he didn't realize it.

"I really understand what it means to have a treasure, and those who are destined to get it ......."

A smile appeared on his face, and he looked at the clouds in the sky.

He had obtained the book in a secret realm, and had been with him for hundreds of years, but he had never been able to open the cover.

He threw the book to the girl on a whim, and deliberately left a divine imprint on it, as long as the cover was opened, he could detect it.

But just now, the book was opened.

The waste in his hands became a treasure in the hands of others.

Feng Xun's eyes flashed the scene from the market that day.

Treasures, those who are destined to get them.

"Buzz!"

The aura around him trembled suddenly, and then he went crazy and formed a whirlpool and surged towards Feng Xun.

The aura of the entire Xuanyou Peak was suddenly swept away, and the nearby mountains were not spared.

Jiang Xiaotian stood up violently, looking at Feng Xun, who was wrapped in zongzi, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He looked down at the spirit wine in the cup, there was something secret in this wine, which actually made Feng Xun, a monk in the Transformation Period, have an epiphany.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult this epiphany will become, let alone the Transformation of God Cultivators.

If a monk in the Transformation Period wants to take a step forward, he needs countless accumulations, and he also needs to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.

And this guy ......

I'm really lucky.

Jiang Xiaotian smiled faintly, and then walked to the side to guard.

The movement of the epiphany was too great, and the high-ranking monks in the sect were all alarmed, and they rushed over to Xuanyou Peak one after another.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaotian glanced back at Feng Xun and muttered in a low voice:

"What an annoying guy......"

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Celestial

In the Longchuan Palace, a man stood in the night with his hands in his hands, and his black clothes seemed to blend in with the night.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and he raised his hand and grabbed it lightly, and took the crescent moon into the palm of his hand.

There was a sudden fluctuation in his consciousness, and his hand holding the moon loosened slightly, and the crescent moon immediately slipped out of his palm.

Who is it?

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes as if he wanted to look through the endless void to the other side.

"Immortal Venerable, the King of the West Sea asks to see you."

Behind him, the voice of the servant asking for instructions made the man withdraw his gaze.

He didn't look back, and said lightly:

"Nope."

The two short words passed through the palace of Nuoda to the ears of the King of the West Sea who was waiting in the front hall.

He showed a wry smile, in fact, he had already guessed this outcome, but he didn't give up.

Since he was refused, he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he could only salute the rules of the palace, and then turned around and left.

The man didn't bother with him, he slowly stepped into the refining room and looked at a scimitar hanging from the wall.

This is the first weapon that poured his heart and soul into it, and it was originally intended to be used as a natal magic weapon, but by mistake, the current saber recognized the master and formed an indissoluble bond.

And this scimitar has been left here in the dust, and now it has a place to go.

He raised his hand to remove the scimitar, his slender fingers caressing the blade to sweep away the dust, and then with a flick of it, the scimitar disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

The man watched the scimitar disappear, unable to predict its whereabouts.

He was chased and escaped, shuttling between several large worlds, and lost everything due to the space storm, leaving only the saber by his side.

Now, the Great Dao Sword Spectrum has actually met a new owner.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the saber beside him and threw it into the furnace, and soon the room was filled with the sound of a clang, and there were countless mysteries hidden in it.

The man's eyes were lowered, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes.

I hope you won't let me down.