Four figures descended from the sky and landed on a ruin that they had passed earlier.

After landing, Zhuo Yuming immediately activated his blue eyes and white pupils, and his divine sense was also urged to search carefully to the extreme. The old master beside Zhuo Yuming also carefully perceived this area.

Zeng Yue closed his eyes for a moment, then pointed to a direction and said, "Master, senior, this is this place, which makes me feel as if there is a door, and I can go to another place by pushing it open." ”

Zhuo Yuming and the old master glanced at each other and nodded at the same time.

The two of them both sensed a faint spatial fluctuation in the direction that Zeng Yue was referring to, and compared to the rest of the places, the spatial barrier here was obviously weaker. However, the spatial fluctuations here are actually very subtle, and it is indeed difficult to detect unless you look closely.

The old master raised his hand, and spiritual power surged. The surging spiritual power pounced on the node and began to tear wildly.

The majestic spiritual power of the Heavenly and Human Realm quickly tore a crack in that void.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all smiled.

Zhuo Yuming glanced at Zeng Yue approvingly, such a faint spatial fluctuation that a monk of the Condensate Realm could actually capture, it seemed that he was really talented. If it weren't for Zeng Yue's guidance, neither he nor the old master would have been able to perceive it accurately.

"Leave some information here so that the other monks who come in can find this place. ”

The old master stretched out his hand and summoned a piece of gravel with his qi machine, poked it under the gap in the space, and then carved a line of words on it with spiritual power: The exit of the ruins.

After leaving the message, Zhuo Yuming and his entourage passed through the gap in the space.

After traversing the space, the four of them returned to the bottom of a pitch-black valley.

The moat of this Falling Dragon Valley is extremely deep, and even the sunlight in the sky cannot shine, and the bottom of the valley is black and oppressive, and you can't see your five fingers. Han Qing and Zeng Yue, who were still in a low realm, couldn't see the bottom of the valley clearly, but Zhuo Yuming and the old master had no eyesight. After looking around, the two took Zeng Yue and Han Qing to the sky and went straight to the air ferry.

When I returned to the ferry, I found that there were more than half of the monks on the ferry.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the old master couldn't wait to pull Zhuo Yuming and the three of them to the restaurant. This Confucian master has always been a good drinker, and he can be described as a person who does not like to drink. Anyway, so many monks have entered the ruins, and the ferry will not be able to leave for a while, so it is better to go and drink a pot first.

But until three days later, the monks who had broken into the ruins had still not returned, and the steward of the ferry was really panicked.

If so many monks disappeared on their own ferry, although it had nothing to do with the ferry, the sect forces behind these monks would inevitably come to their own sect to ask for guilt. The old steward of Yuanying Realm, who was at a loss, had to come to the door to find Zhuo Yuming and the others, after all, the four of them were the only ones who returned to the ferry.

was begged by the old steward named Zhou Chu to come to the door, but the old master did not hesitate at all, and even agreed to run away and rescue the monks trapped in the ruins.

Although Confucianism does not have the belief that hell is not empty, and if you don't swear to be a Buddha, you will not be a Buddha, but the old master who is really worthy of the three words of a scholar has always enshrined the sage principle of "being poor is good for yourself, and attaining it is for helping the world".

The old master personally went out and went to the depths of the Falling Dragon Valley Heavenly Trench again, tore the space again in the place where he came out before, and entered the ruins of the ancient sect.

Most of the monks trapped in the ruins had found the place where they had left their mark, but the highest level of the group was only two monks from the Tibetan realm. It's not like Zhuo Yuming, who has blue eyes and white pupils, so he naturally has no ability to tear open the space and get out.

Fortunately, there is an old master, if he is really replaced by another earth immortal monk, even if he has the ability to tear open the gap in space, he may not be willing to contribute to a group of strange monks who have nothing to do with it.

The old master, who had always turned a blind eye to his disgust with others, and turned a deaf ear to cold words and sarcasm, was extremely uncomfortable with the incessant praise and gratitude of a group of grateful monks. Facing a group of enthusiastic monks, the old master simply hid in the room and closed the door to those who wanted to make some friends.

Zhuo Yuming, the old master and Han Qing gathered in a side room, and Zhuo Yuming took out the brain obtained from the ruins of the ancient sect.

The old master is well-informed, and his eyes are extremely vicious.

showed those magical powers, and after the old master swept them roughly, he gave a very pertinent evaluation. Among them, the most admired by the old master is the boxing book called "Landslide". The old master even gave a very high evaluation of "the fist is unparalleled, and the mountains and rocks are disintegrated".

Zhuo Yuming immediately decided where to go for this boxing book, and naturally he wanted to give it to Shu Jinran.

After browsing a few exercises, the old master took those few magic weapons in front of him in turn and carefully examined them.

The old master only touched the robe, and then threw it aside. The old master stretched out his hand to take the pair of short swords and said, "This kind of robe of this rank is not interesting to wear on you, it is no different from wearing ordinary clothes. The cultivation of these two boys is too low, and they can't bear the load of the robe before the Jindan realm, and they can't even walk when they wear them. ”

Turning the two short swords, one black and one white, upside down in front of him, the old master smiled, and then said: "It's a little interesting, this pair of short swords turned out to be the natal flying sword of sword cultivation. It should be that after the fall of the sword cultivator, he was re-refined. It's a pity, it's a pity, the owner of this pair of flying swords must be amazingly talented, and it is extremely rare for one person to be able to temper two natal flying swords in his body at the same time. And I speculate that this sword cultivator is at least in the Earth Immortal Realm. The natal supernatural power of this flying sword, if you guess correctly, it should be that the two flying swords pull each other to form some kind of qi enchantment, which has the effect of imprisoning. ”

"It's just a pity that the two natal flying swords that should have been of extremely high rank were sacrificed and refined, and I am afraid that they will only have the power of heaven at most. If it is difficult for the user to fully activate its power, it is no different from the spiritual magic weapon. ”

After putting down a pair of short swords with some embarrassment, the old master looked at the golden rope, the flame-like jade pendant, and the glass bottle again. But it seems that they are all ordinary magic weapons, and they can't get into the eyes of the old master.

Zhuo Yuming didn't have any disappointment, anyway, it was a magic weapon that he picked up for nothing, even if the rank was not too high, he would keep it for the disciples of the sect in the future.

"This knife is a bit of a doorway. ”

The old master, who had been turning the long and narrow talisman knife in his hand for a long time, suddenly said.

Zhuo Yuming smiled slightly, he felt that this talisman knife might not be simple, and asked, "Senior, what is the way of this knife." ”

The old master flicked his fingers on the dull blade, but there was no crisp sound, only a dull bass.

"This is not a Taoist talisman knife, but a magic knife. ”

The old master stared at his eyes, which were not too big, holding the talisman knife in one hand and rubbing his chin with the other.