The whisk did not show up.

When the machine spirit is dominated by the physical body, it will always give her an indescribable feeling, like awe, and like an instinct born in the face of danger, which makes her involuntarily want to escape.

She didn't know if the machine spirit really sensed her existence, according to common sense, the dust transformation technique should not be easily explored, but this thing lived too long, and the original body was related to space, maybe the physical body trapped in the qi refining period also had transcendent perception ability.

But the clothes still didn't want to put away the dust dissolving technique. The machine spirit wanted to lead her by the nose and lead her step by step to the set route, but she preferred to do the opposite. Even if she doesn't show up and just hides her ears and steals the bell, like a bird hiding from disaster burying its head in the mud and sand, this act will surely make the machine spirit feel her childishness and defense.

It is a very subtle psychological tactic to make opponents or potential opponents feel contemptible, and Fu Yi doesn't like this kind of trick around in circles, but the strength is not strong enough to make her willful, she can only take her time.

What's more, if you don't follow the routine, it means that there is no trick to break, and if the machine spirit wants to achieve her goal, she has to throw out more temptations to guide her into the game.

"This Dongqing Hall was once a sacred place of worship, and the ancient monks knelt on the ground to worship the sculpture on the stone platform, praying for greater power and for the true body of the sculpture to protect themselves. Hehe, what a stupidity, they can't protect themselves, how can they take care of the small creatures?"

The tone of the machine spirit sounded melancholy and emotion, but in fact it contained a faint ridicule, Fu Yi could not get really useful information from his vague words, but he could judge that he and the owner of the Dongqing Hall were not friendly.

She was very curious about who the Dongqing Hall belonged to, why the ancient monks would come here for pilgrimage, there should have been a sculpture on the stone platform of the side hall to answer her doubts, but now the sculpture is gone, and she doesn't know if it was deliberately destroyed, or destroyed by the most powerful force in the world - time.

"I thought that this opportunity was unexpected, but I didn't expect to be teleported here shortly after entering the secret realm, and it seems that fate is still unfinished. A hint of anticipation flashed in the eyes of the machine spirit, and he looked straight at the hidden direction of the clothes, calm and confident. "I've said enough that you still won't show up?"

Fu Yi still didn't react, if it weren't for the fact that there was no substance at the moment, she wanted to roll her eyes and pout her lips to show disdain. The machine spirit chattered crookedly, but in fact, nothing was revealed, especially the two most critical points: what treasures are in the Dongqing Palace, and how should the treasures appear.

Those past events were just concoctions that attracted people to explore, and the monk's main concern was the actual interests, and it was impossible for the machine spirit not to know this, so he did not reveal half of the key information.

After waiting for a while, Fu Yi still didn't appear, and the machine spirit was still not anxious to press, just looked at the direction where Fu Yi was silent. He had no reason to attack, and because he was limited by the physical realm, his strength was not enough to kill him with one blow, so he could only choose to go around slowly.

Both of them are very patient people, and after a stick of incense, the machine spirit refuses to reveal any clues, and Fu Yi treats himself as a real transparent person.

Until a wave of aura fluctuations came, the machine spirit vigilantly disappeared in place, and the hall returned to dead silence again.

Bang –

A muffled sound broke the peace, and the blood-drenched Ren San smashed to the ground from a height, leaving messy blood marks on the clean and clear spar ground.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough cough ......" Ren San overflowed turbid blood in his mouth, his eyes were fierce and vigilant, and he was a little relieved when he saw that there was no one around. However, before she could take out the pill to heal her injuries, there were bursts of aura fluctuations in the hall again.

First Zhong Yun, then Chang Li, and then the two male cultivators who were deceived into going to the mangrove forest to intercept and kill Ren San last time.

Fuyi hurriedly transmitted the sound to let Zhong Yun and Changli hide in her direction, and the two took advantage of everyone's confusion and vigilance to hide and dodge, like two light winds blowing to the east side of the temple stone platform.

The only thing left in the hall was Ren San and two demonless alliance male cultivators, and the enemies were very red when they met, and they didn't say a word, and the three attacks with all their might disturbed the aura in the hall.

The sword light and sword shadow and spell light exploded, covering the original soft aura of the Dongqing Palace, and the killing machine was surging, like a large number of whirlpools suddenly born in the water, and it was fatal to touch it.

However, it happened that the hidden ones were not ordinary monks. The machine spirit had long been hidden without a trace, and it was obvious that it would not be affected, and both Fu Yi and Zhong Yun were shrouded in the defensive circle by Changli, and they could not even feel the slightest shock.

"Ren San, you run out of talismans, your hole cards are exhausted, what else is there to resist! Hand over the storage bag and the whereabouts of the slave girl, my brothers can spare your dog's life!"

The young man in blue spoke sarcastically, with a hint of temptation to force Ren San to comply. It's not that he talks a lot, but after a few fierce battles, he realizes that Ren San is not a waste who completely depends on foreign objects.

"Don't think about it, you have the ability to kill me! Even if you kill me, things won't fall into your hands, there are a lot of hidden people here!" Ren San's expression was distorted, and the injury was already so serious that it was difficult to support, in the words of the recent popular hypocrisy, "even every breath hurts."

But Ren San, who has been in a strong position for a long time, is difficult to adjust her mentality and soften, she would rather die with these two stubborn enemies, and would rather hide and watch the "fisherman" to reap the last benefits, rather than listen to the words of the young man in blue and give the storage bag!

The two sides were deadlocked, their spiritual power was consumed like flowing water, and the three of them had a bad premonition, but they were already trapped in the game and couldn't get out.

The two male cultivators had the upper hand slightly, and as the fight progressed, Ren San was finally unable to parry, and was knocked to the ground by a dark light hidden in the vortex of aura, curling up and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Solve it quickly!" The gray-clothed middle-aged man was happy in his eyes, what was hidden here was nothing more than a Qi Refining Foundation Cultivator, if there was a higher realm, where was the possibility of them jumping at this moment? Since they were juniors and the same rank, the two of them still had a chance of winning against the enemy together.

At the thought of being able to harvest several storage bags this time, both of them showed joy on their faces, and the tricks in their hands became more and more rapid and ruthless, with a murderous aura that stirred up layers of qi in the main hall.

"Fool ......" A sigh overpowered the sound of the fight, like some kind of voice beyond the world, with contempt and indifference to the tiny ant, echoed in the main hall, and also echoed in the sea of two monks.

Three muffled snorts were accompanied by three heavy sounds of falling to the ground, and the two male cultivators were completely lifeless, their eyes widened, and their frozen expressions revealed their uneasiness and horror before they died. Ren San still has a breath, she is not the recipient of the sound attack, but she is unconscious, and her spiritual breath is so weak that it may dissipate at any time.

The machine spirit appeared on the west side of the main hall, and after slowly landing on the ground, he walked straight to the east side of the hall, staring at the place that looked empty and slowly pulling the corners of his mouth, which was inexplicably creepy. "Do you want to hide? Those who are destined have already arrived, if you want to win the treasure, you can only cooperate. ”