Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Ling Clan's Guanheng Bureau

Ling Heng Mountain is ugly, climb Mount Tai in the small world!

What a "Guanheng Bureau"!

With the eyes outside the object, the ambition in the ring.

Xiao Yun didn't know that the words he uttered in a hazy manner revealed the mystery that no one had seen for many years. However, when he suddenly came to his senses, he found himself in a white light, and he had forgotten everything he had just felt, said, seen and heard.

"Senior Brother Ling, don't go too far!" Xiao Yun's body had not yet emerged from the spatial spirit array filled with white light, but the slight angry rebuke of Qian Ji outside the formation had already come in.

"Senior sister, I just met that kid in advance, what's wrong with this?" Ling Heng's voice was very easy to recognize, and his soft but majestic timbre would not be forgotten by anyone who heard it once.

"See him in advance, is it necessary to lead him into your ancestral 'Guanheng Bureau', is it necessary to cut off my spatial spirit array in advance?"

"What's wrong with the Guanheng Bureau? If that kid really deserves your attention, junior sister, he has to show some real skills. I'd like to see what he can see in my Constant Viewing Bureau?" The voice was still soft, but a little more impatient and contemptuous.

"Hmph, that's a light point. If Xiao Yun doesn't know the truth and directly forcibly breaks the formation, then you should know the consequences better than me! Hmph, you can go. "Qianji directly ordered the eviction," Xiao Yun came up. ”

As soon as Qianji finished speaking, Xiao Yun felt that the white light around him receded like a tide, and at the same time, a force acting on ** and soul forcibly pressed down. When he landed, Xiao Yun's knees were weak, and he almost fell to his knees directly like last time.

This is the fourth floor of the real Spirit Array Tower.

It took a lot of effort, the power of urging **, and the power of the soul to drive, Xiao Yun barely stood firm on this fourth-story tower. Compared with last time, now he is not only prepared in advance, but also his strength has improved, so he is not as embarrassed as last time.

He managed to stabilize his body, but suddenly a figure rushed past him, as if it had deliberately bumped into him.

Before Xiao Yun could see the figure clearly, he had already pretended to be a few steps back. For a moment, the soul power was in turmoil, and this fourth-layer soul oppression took advantage of the void and directly crashed into his sea of consciousness.

Everything happened too quickly, and by the time Xiao Yun reacted, the oppression had already come to the soul flow in the sea of knowledge. His soul flow, which had just been condensed for a short time, was speeding up under the pressure of soul power at this time, and it also made a sound similar to waves from time to time.

This is a symptom of the overwhelmed flow of the soul and on the verge of disintegration.

Not daring to be careless at all, Xiao Yun hurriedly concentrated his consciousness to deal with the intrusive oppression. In this way, Xiao Yun's hard-won balance situation was disrupted, and he could no longer resist the double oppression from ** and soul at the same time.

Burst.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the green tendons on both of his arms burst out, Rao was still hurt when he was distracted by his strong physique.

"You're enough!" Seeing this situation, Qian Ji couldn't bear it anymore, how could it be said that Xiao Yun also sent the Spirit Array Atlas for her, and he was also her guest. Although Ling Heng is a senior brother, this is too nonsense.

Seeing that Qianji was really angry, Ling Heng also knew that he would accept it when he saw it. Before Qianji could make a move, he released his vast soul power first, and lightly expelled the oppression around Xiao Yun.

The oppression on his body disappeared, and Xiao Yun was able to deal with the oppressive force that broke into his sea of knowledge wholeheartedly. After a while, he also solved his problem and opened his eyes and looked around.

This is still not Qianhime's cultivation place, but it is definitely another compartment of the fourth-story tower.

"Xiao Yun, what did you see just now?" Xiao Yun had just come to his senses when he heard Ling Heng behind him ask.

Turning around to look, Xiao Yun saw the true face of this Spirit Array Sect Senior Brother Lushan clearly.

In terms of coldness, Ling Heng was enough to have a fight with that spear Saint Ye Tianlong, and in terms of arrogance, he was enough to be comparable to Liao Yu, who had met him for the first time. However, on his face, in addition to seeing the coldness and arrogance, Xiao Yun actually had a hint of approachability.

Not close or sparse, amiable or sparse, maybe this is the common nature of any generation of sect leaders.

"Youyun ......" While looking at Ling Heng, Xiao Yun replied, "Only clouds." He hung his head suddenly, only to feel that his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything: "I don't remember, I don't remember......"

Seeing Xiao Yun's reaction like this, Ling Heng only frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he smiled heartily: "Senior sister, Guanheng is a game, and all living beings are in Vientiane, but this Xiao Yun only sees a cloud, the chaos has not opened, I don't need to say much about the road ahead......

Before he finished speaking, he said that he was half hidden and half hidden, and Ling Heng didn't finish speaking, he smiled when he looked at Xiao Yun again, turned around and activated the spatial spirit array, disappeared into the white light, and disappeared into this compartment.

As soon as Ling Heng left, the coercion of the fourth-layer Spirit Array Tower was once again exerted on Xiao Yun. He was already carrying the iron box, and at this time he felt that his back was heavier, but it was only a little bent down, and he was still able to barely carry it.

"Sister Qianji, what is the 'Guanheng Bureau' that Ling Heng is talking about?"

But who knew that Qianji just glanced at Xiao Yun and burst out laughing, laughing inexplicably at Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun then remembered that since he left the General's Mansion all the way over, everyone looked at him a little strangely.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

"Hey, hey. Chihime covered her mouth and chuckled and beckoned, "You come with me." ”

Inexplicably following behind Qianji, the two of them passed through the space spirit array again, and then came to Qianji's cultivation compartment. Casually looking around, Xiao Yun found that this place was still the same as the last time he came, simple.

"Wow. Qian Ji casually handed Xiao Yun a bronze mirror.

Xiao Yun took a look and almost laughed at himself. Is this black, explosive-headed kid in the mirror really himself? No wonder there were so many strange eyes along the way, no wonder Qingcheng and Chihime laughed when they saw it.

With an embarrassed face, he handed the bronze mirror back to Qianji, but muttered in his mouth: "If I knew this picture, I should have freshened up and come over, and now let Qingcheng see it...... Hey, that's bad luck. ”

"Come on, give me the Spirit Array Map. Retracting the bronze mirror, Chihime directly stretched out her slender jade hand.

"Give me pen and paper. ”

Qianji was stunned for a moment, then reacted, flipped through her hand, and took out the pen and paper from the house.

Xiao Yun took it, and hurriedly waved his pen to describe it while his memory was still clear. In less than a moment of incense, an extremely complex spiritual array map was completely outlined by him.

"Did you really just see the clouds that had not yet opened?" Standing on the sidelines, he quietly watched Xiao Yun quickly outline the formation one by one, and his technique was so skillful that he did not look like a rookie who had comprehended the spirit array for the first time, so Qian Ji asked silently in his heart.

The situation of the Ling clan is constant, and the chaos has not been opened. She Qianji is also a core figure in this Spirit Array Sect, so she naturally knows what this means.