Back to the wind valley, Xiuzhen Dafang.

Outer area, Manna Court.

Xuanzi No. 16 Cave Mansion, in the cultivation quiet room.

Gu Qingpan sat on the lotus flower in the spiritual spring, holding a dark red scabbard in his hand, and the epidermal jade skeleton that was suspected to be the foundation building cultivation was thrown aside by him in the spiritual mist.

"This scabbard really has some doorway."

A gleam flashed in Gu Qing's eyes.

The reason why he spent twenty medium-grade spirit stones in that stall before to purchase this skeleton that was suspected of building a foundation was naturally not because there were so many spirit stones that there was nowhere to spend them, and he deliberately found something uncomfortable.

Gu Qing put down the dark red scabbard, he picked up the skeleton with his divine sense, and violently reached out to crush the jade bone joint of the skeleton's forearm.

Click!

The fine bone fragments were scattered, and before they fell into the spiritual spring, they were captured by Gu Qing with his divine sense and hung in front of him.

"Sure enough." Gu Qing spit out two words, and he looked at the broken bones and forearms with only a layer of jade skin, and his expression was indifferent.

This skeleton has been depleted of bone marrow, like jade, empty in the bone joints, I don't know who did the hands and feet to extract the bone marrow, or this skeleton has spanned a long time, and the bone marrow in the bone joints has naturally dried up.

"This stall owner, a real female businessman."

Gu Qing remembered the previous stall owner's offer.

If you really follow the stall owner's quotation and spend 100 medium-grade spirit stones to buy back such a waste thing, I am afraid that the buyer will vomit blood from the pit, and immediately turn around to ask for an explanation.

"After pit me with twenty medium-grade spirit stones, most of this stall owner has immediately cleaned up his stall and moved to another place to continue to pit people, right?"

Gu Qing guessed.

He shook his head expressionlessly, urging his blood-colored spiritual power, reaching out again and again, crushing the skeleton inch by inch, trying to find anything valuable in it, but until he crushed all the parts of the skeleton except for the skull, he still did not find anything of value.

He waved his hand to scatter the jade bone chips, grabbed the skull of this skeleton in his hand, and looked at the center of the skull's eyebrows, the flickering spirit imprint.

"Your Excellency, are you waiting for me to ask you to come out, or will you come out on your own?" Gu Qing seemed to be talking to himself and said something.

The flickering gray soul imprint did not move, as if Gu Qing was really just talking to himself.

Gu Qing saw this.

His eyes flashed.

Immediately, his divine consciousness turned into countless filaments, lingering towards this gray divine consciousness imprint, wanting to forcibly peel off this divine soul imprint regardless of any consequences.

[Friends and slow! 】

A weak cry rang out at this moment.

Gu Qing's divine consciousness filament, his movements stagnated, and he quietly looked at this jade skeleton, the gray divine soul imprint at the center of his eyebrows.

I saw that this gray divine consciousness imprint trembled slightly, and an illusory palm-sized figure was immediately revealed.

This palm-sized figure has white hair, but his face is as delicate as a young man, it should be the remnant soul of a monk who has a good face, and at this moment he is staggering in the air, clasping his fists and saluting Gu Qing.

[In the Xia Xuanwu Kingdom Ningyang County Chu family monk, Chu Hai, I have seen this Taoist friend, Chu was plotted by the enemy before, and his body was destroyed, so he can only temporarily store a wisp of divine soul, and build the bones of Taoist friends here, so he is cautious, and I hope that Taoist friends will forgive me. 】

'Not a remnant? This guy is still alive......

Gu Qing's eyes were a little strange.

He could sense that this self-proclaimed Chu Haizhi cultivator was full of spirits, not a remnant soul attached to the bones after death.

Being stared at by Gu Qing with a little strange eyes for a long time, Chu Hai was obviously a little flustered, he raised his head and smiled at Gu Qing from time to time, but he never continued to speak.

Gu Qing thought for a moment.

He said, "It turned out to be Chu Hai Daoyou! In Xialin Changqing, he is a casual cultivator in the mainland, and he has long heard that the Chu family of Xuanwu Country is named Zhenningyang County, and now when he sees Chu Haidaoyou, his demeanor is really extraordinary! Please also Chu

Friends of the sea, let's go to the storage bag for a while, and then we'll see you."

said.

Gu Qing didn't wait for Chu Hai to respond, took an empty storage bag, and stuffed the jade skull left by this skeleton into it.

'What to do with this guy?' Did he directly destroy him, strip out the pure divine soul power, and devour it? Or do you want to keep this person and see if you can get any benefit from this person in the future?

Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly.

There is no urgency in this matter.

Leave him alone for now.

Gu Qing took the dark red scabbard again.

This scabbard seems to have three bans, but I don't know what kind of changes will happen after the three bans are lifted.

The dark red scabbard felt a little cold to the touch, and when held in his hand, it seemed to be grasping a piece of thousand-year-old ice, but in addition to this, it was not half a point of peculiarity, and the reason why Gu Qing was able to find it extraordinary was because of the dark red traces on it, which made a certain power in the depths of his soul throb.

'What is this dark red trace that can trigger the throbbing of the divine will of snow? Gu Qing's gaze fell on the dark red traces of this scabbard, and then moved away to the deep sheath, "The first ban of this scabbard can probably be broken in ten days.

Gu Qing got up and walked out of the Xuanzi No. 16 Cave Mansion.

He came to the front hall of the Ganlu Pavilion, found a red-clothed maid, paid ten low-grade spirit stones, stuffed a messenger into it, and instructed the red-clothed maid to contact him immediately with this messenger when Lei Wanjun hit the mountain gate of the Xianhe Sect.

The maid in red gladly complied.

Although she didn't know why Lei Wanjun would mark the mountain gate of the Xianhe Sect, she had heard the name Lei Wanjun, who was the great elder of the Jinyang Sect, who was rumored to have been in retreat all year round, and had cultivated to the point of False Dan.

After returning to the Xuanzi Cave Mansion No. 16, Gu Qing took out the streamer array from the lotus flower in the spiritual spring of the cultivation meditation room, and immediately entered the stone tablet space to break the first ban of the sword scabbard.

Cultivation is mostly boring.

The first priority of a monk is to endure loneliness.

As the second-in-command of the Sanyin faction, the monk of the Fourfold Sect of the Jiedan, Tong Zhengxuan has always believed in these two sentences, and has persistently practiced them, and has never been slack, thanks to this, he is now only three hundred and fifty-two years old, and he has the cultivation of the Fourfold Heaven of the Formation Dan Realm.

Recently.

Tong Zhengxuan was a little irritable.

A familiar quiet room.

Dark, dead silence, shade, full of aura.

Tong Zhengxuan's divine consciousness sensed everything familiar around him, but his restless heart was constantly churning, and at a certain moment, he opened his eyes.

In his eyes, a brilliant golden light shone through, illuminating the darkness, like two majestic suns, suddenly leaping out of the darkness.

"Alas!"

Tong Zhengxuan let out a long sigh.

He whispered to himself, "Hehuan Dao and the Blood Sea Demon Sect are high, if you want my Shanyin Sect to be this little pawn who offends the Dao Sect and many immortal sects and monk families, it is really a good calculation! I'm afraid that if my Sanyin faction occupies the country this time, it will not be far from the day when the Dao will be overthrown! Poor ancestor, he thought that this was an opportunity to rise, didn't he hear that there is a widely circulated saying in the mortal world, and it will be a success?"

Tong Zhengxuan's brows tightened.

He pondered this matter carefully and decided to persuade his ancestor again.

Then.

Tong Zhengxuan sensed something.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked out of the cave.

Immediately, his figure flashed, turned into a phantom, and quickly walked out of the quiet room, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the courtyard built outside the cave.

Above the sky, dark clouds accumulated.

The remnant sun on the horizon shines through the gaps in the dark clouds, and the golden afterglow shines through the shelves full of crystal purple jade fruits, with a slight sense of warmth, shining in this courtyard.

An ordinary black-robed old man, standing beside the stone table with his hands in his hands, his cheeks full of wrinkles, his expression was flat, almost unwavering.

"Master."

Tong Zhengxuan stepped out, and he had already come to the other side of the stone table, and he respectfully clasped his fists and saluted.

When the black-robed old man heard this, his expression moved slightly.

He turned sideways, first looked at Tong Zhengxuan a few times, and saw Tong Zhengxuan a little apprehensive in his heart, and then slowly said, "Zhengxuan, come, play a game of chess with the ancestor."

"Yes."

Tong Zhengxuan responded briefly.

On the chessboard, black and white chess pieces are vertical and horizontal.

There was a breeze blowing, the branches and leaves on the courtyard shelves swaying, and soon a shower swept in, and the cold raindrops fell on the chessboard, but in the middle of the air, as if falling on a red-hot iron, suddenly evaporated into white gas, and disappeared invisible, the scene was very strange.

The black-robed old man held the white son in his hand.

He glanced at Tong Zhengxuan, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "In the blink of an eye, Zhengxuan, you have been married for more than one hundred and fifty years!" When the years are like flowing water, we don't wait for people in a hurry, although our Shanyin faction has grown a little bit over the years, but it is still a small sect after all, and now I am fortunate to have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to put it in front of my ancestors."

Tong Zhengxuan's brows furrowed: "Master, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime risk."

The black-robed old man waved his hand.

He fell and said indifferently: "Being a chess piece is naturally risky, and I have decided to seize this opportunity to make my Sanyin faction ascend to the sky in one step, so that the Sanyin faction will grow far beyond the ancestors of previous generations in the hands of my ancestors, and completely glorify the lintel of the Shanyin faction!"

Tong Zheng Xuan wanted to speak and stopped.

He also dropped the sunspot in his hand.

The black-robed old man was silent for a while, and then continued: "Master, I am already at the end of my life, since I should take the Shanyin faction to fight, Zhengxuan you are different, and now you are in the prime of life, after this game of chess, you will take some of the elite disciples in the door to the secret station of my Shanyin faction in Beize."

The game quickly dispersed.

Tong Zhengxuan lost.

The old man in the black robe has already drifted away.

He left a few words.

"On the first day of the first month of next month, Ancestor and I will go back to the Wind Valley and a few fellow Daoists of Hehuan Dao, the old guy from the Purple Cloud Sect, as well as the two juniors of the Xianhe Sect and the Jinyang Sect, after this matter, the Four Extremes of the Six Grades of the Moon Formation can be arranged, before that, Ancestor, I have a few things, I want to tell you Zhengxuan, Zhengxuan, you take my elite disciples of the Shanyin Sect, after arriving in Beize, you need to be incognito, and you can no longer have the previous style of acting in a flamboyant manner, in addition, for the time being, you must not use the name of the Sanyin Sect, and try to avoid using the secret techniques of my Shanyin Sect……」

Tong Zhengxuan sat silently at the stone table.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and stood up.

'Ancestor told me like this, could it be that he still regarded me as a fledgling qi refining cultivator? Tong Zhengxuan smiled bitterly, he looked at the direction of the slanting sun on the horizon that was submerged by dark clouds, and flicked it in his hand.

A white light broke away from Tong Zhengxuan's hand and burst away.

Burst!

In a split second.

The whole world seemed to fall into stagnation, and the rain curtain that fell like a waterfall was cut off, and this white light instantly crossed an unknown distance and smashed on the vast dark clouds that had accumulated on the horizon.

The dark clouds are like snow under the scorching sun, quickly dissipating.

A circle of azure sky, from the place where the white light that popped out of the Xuanxuan appeared, spreading out towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

Less.

The dark clouds above the sky have faded.

The sky is like washing, reflecting the earth watered by the showers, under the golden afterglow of the slanting sun, in the courtyard, the green branches and leaves on the shelves are exceptionally fresh, and the strings of crystal green jade fruits grow between the green branches and leaves, hanging with clear water droplets.

Tong Zhengxuan's eyes closed slightly, and he said:

"Zhengxuan, remember the teachings of the ancestors."