Zhong Yun's divine sense spread out in the valley, there was nothing in the radius, the grass and trees did not live, and the things did not exist, it was not like she encountered a group of second-order demon beasts on the way here, the big ones and the small ones, chasing her in a hurry.

  After making sure that there was no danger of foreign objects here, Zhong Yun took a step inside, and the small palace she saw was carved out of transparent crystal, with cyan aura circulating above, almost exactly the same as the Dongqing Hall in her memory.

  "I didn't expect to meet again after going around and around, it seems that we really have a relationship with this place. Zhong Yun's thinking is relatively simple and straightforward, and she will not think about those things that are too far-reaching, in her opinion, it is nothing more than fate, and there may be some strangeness, but she is too lazy to think about why.

  "Last time, there was a fragment of the spirit in the altar of the Dongqing Palace, and I don't know if there are other good things this time, it feels like it suits me, but if it is still a fragment of the spirit spirit, I will split this hall!" Zhong Yun muttered in his heart, and when he looked up when he was close to the main hall, he saw that the plaque above the door of the hall also had the three words Dongqing Hall written in different words than now.

  "Could it be that this place is one with the small secret realm of the Dragon Binding Domain?" Zhong Yun scratched his head, not figuring out what was going on, "Could it be that this secret realm flew away separately when it encountered a big disaster?" She speculated wildly, and quickly left this stubble behind, planning to tell Fu Yi after leaving, making her sad.

  The main hall has no gate, it is a water mirror-like barrier as an isolation, Zhong Yun was finally convinced that there would be no danger inside after several temptations, so he dodged and quickly drilled into it.

  As soon as she entered, she felt a force that made her restless, and this power affected her deeply, and it was for her state of mind.

  "Not good" Zhong Yun was a little frightened, and hurriedly took out a second-order super-grade elixir that cleared his heart and calmed his mind from the storage bag, and took out the Mingxin Runic Treasure given by the elders in the family, and suspended it behind his head to emit a white aura.

  After closing his eyes and constricting his consciousness, Zhong Yun quickly calmed down, and when he opened his eyes again, the feeling of uneasiness had disappeared. She walked step by step to the hexagonal altar, recalling the last time she activated the altar, and couldn't help but hesitate. "I don't know if I can open it alone, if I drain the aura"

  Thinking of this, Zhong Yun suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Oh, why do you drain it, there are so many thunder aura outside, it's not enough for me to meditate?" she put her mind at ease and happily injected spiritual power into it, and for some reason, the dantian black fish reacted.

  On weekdays, the black fish is like a lazy old demon beast, lying in the dantian and not wanting to move, only if she takes the initiative to run or has an injury, there will be some movement. I didn't expect that at this time, I was actually transmitting a steady stream of breath to the outside, as if this altar should have been opened like this.

  "It's a rarity. Zhong Yun pursed his lips, ignoring the strange dantian in Guli, and continued to convey pure thunder power inside. After about three incense sticks passed, and less than thirty percent of the spiritual power in her body remained, her divine consciousness finally touched the object inside. "Huh, what is this?"

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  When Fu Yi guessed that the jade slip was an ancient thing, the stirring in his heart was spontaneous, and after reading the content of the jade slip, the agitation was gone, only the heart was full of inexplicability, and there was even a feeling of being played.

  "Isn't this a beautiful script?!Why did the ancient monks store the scripts in such a lofty place?"

  Fu Yi was so angry that he couldn't even breathe, and he didn't want to stay in this broken hall for a long time, so he checked every inch of the spar out of caution, and found no foreign objects, so he dodged and left here.

  Out of the palace group, he put away the Bodhi beads in his clothes, snuffed out the Ning Shen incense that had already burned at the end of the road, sat on the edge of the barrier that separated the river, and once again leaned out his divine sense and entered the jade slip.

  In the glorious aura, an unfathomable ocean gradually emerges.

  A tall and straight figure floated along with the current, and the beautiful young man in a dark cyan robe was covered with a light veil, and his facial features could not be seen, which made people want to peep. He seemed to be dead, and he seemed to be asleep, but after just three breaths, the beautiful boy suddenly turned over and began to swim, which seemed a little abrupt.

  The ocean disappeared in an instant, and nine spiritual lights with a terrifying aura flew from him into the distance, and from then on, the momentum of the beautiful boy instantly became much stronger. The picture changed abruptly again, and the young man appeared in a green coat in the mountains and forests, like a leisurely stroll, comfortable and comfortable.

  The story behind is a bit cliché, it is nothing more than this young man picking up treasures all the way to the pinnacle of life, with beautiful women around him and countless treasures in his hands. But for some reason, there were always nine spiritual rays that came him, and he was both worried and frightened about them, and he would often wake up while meditating.

  It wasn't until later, when he started an inexplicable cult of personality, that many monks came to visit him and worshipped him as a god, that he never showed the slightest fear or flaw. He has made himself a ruthless, desireless, sorrowless and joyless existence.

  The beautiful boy's "god" life lasted for a long time, and the picture was extremely calm, in other words, boring, until one day, the nine spiritual lights that tracked down from nowhere came back to follow again, this time it seemed to hit the point.

  The picture came to an abrupt end, and the story ended in the end, I don't know if it was specifically left with a suspense or if it couldn't be written. "What's the difference between this and those inspirational scripts outside that have reached the pinnacle of life? The routines are exactly the same, changing the soup without changing the medicine, it's really boring to watch. ”

  She couldn't figure out why such a clichéd story was stored in the altar, could it be that someone was playing a prank, or had it been replaced a long time ago?

  "If the secret realm is passed down from ancient times to this day, there should be other creatures coming in halfway, right?" Fu Yi felt that the second possibility was more likely, "I just don't know why the ancient monks are so cheap, take the treasure and pretend to put a jade slip in, isn't this delaying future generations." ”

  Fu Yi shook his head and sighed, but he was reluctant to destroy this ancient thing, so he could only throw it into the storage ring and put it, and in the future, he would say in front of the same door that he was a person who had touched the atmosphere of the ancient object.

  "I walked away, I knew it was a waste of time, and I might as well go out fishing. He pouted, ducked out of the barrier, and swam in the murky river for a while, stopping when he was close to the range of the fish.

  Seeing that the fish had no intention of diving at all, Fu Yi hurriedly reached out with his divine sense to catch the small fish in the early stage of the second order, hid below and broke them one by one, and when he went out, he could change a lot of spirit stones, and it was not a trip in vain.

  While she was busy with her work, Zhong Yun had already left the Dongqing Palace, holding a long knife transformed by purple light in her hand, and sat in the valley with a confused expression.