After the Cangyun Sect had rested for a while, Mo Jiyu was resurrected with full blood and was ready to start the waves.

However, what made her wonder was why she always felt that the relationship between the Broken Palace and the Cangyun Sect was not very good, and they were obviously the two top strengths of the Divine Dragon Continent.

Of course, she would definitely not have thought that because of the third person who broke into this book world, many of the memories of the people here were according to the trajectory of the original book, so in the eyes of all the immortal cultivation sects in the Shenlong Continent, the current Yan Gexing was just a person who had transformed from a demon cultivator to a top force.

After discussing some things with his son, Mo Jiyu planned to secretly go to Longling Valley to find the last most important thing.

But the dog didn't tell her what it was.

Just when she wanted to sneak away, the senior brother in charge sat in the pavilion at some point, looked at the senior sister who was about to escape, and said quietly: "Senior sister, where are you going?"

Mo Jiyu's body stiffened, and he turned his head extremely slowly to look at the senior brother in charge who was sitting there and gambling on a romantic peck, and couldn't help but smile weakly at the senior brother in charge.

"Teacher, brother, I'm just out to exercise. Mo Ji rained, and hurriedly came to a set of national middle school students' radio gymnastics.

Lin Wangyue looked at his junior sister with a complicated face, and he definitely didn't want to admit that this was his noble and cold junior sister who practiced the Ice Lotus Technique, and she looked like a child.

"Senior sister, senior brother is here this time for something to ask you. Lin Wangyue got up from the stone bench, walked slowly to Mo Jiyu's side, and said softly: "Senior sister, senior brother wants you to lead this disciple to Longling Valley for a trial. ”

"Longling Valley?" Mo Jiyu couldn't help but come up with the name of this place, isn't this the place where the dog son wants to go by himself.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but nod and agreed to the request of the senior brother in charge.

At the agreed moment, Mo Jiyu put on the cyan elder of the Cangyun Sect and went to the mountain gate with the Ice Condensation Sword in his hand.

Mo Jiyu suddenly noticed that there was a female disciple staring at him fiercely, and when he felt a little strange, he suddenly reacted that this person should be Ning Shuangshuang, the first sister of the male protagonist.

Now he must be holding a grudge against himself because he framed Yan Gexing, it seems that he has to be careful about going to Longling Valley this time, otherwise he doesn't know when he will hang it.

Mo Jiyu looked at the new batch of disciples, and didn't know when the Cangyun Sect had received new disciples, could it be that she was staying in Bingyun Peak and didn't know.

Thinking about it like this, this is indeed the case, in order to complete the task, she also participated in a disciple collection conference when she was a true disciple of Yan Ge, and she didn't participate at all later.

Many of these new disciples were also seeing Mo Jiyu for the first time, and they couldn't help but be a little excited, although Elder Mo was indeed not good-looking, but he was the first person of their Cangyun Sect, but he didn't know how good this Fu Root Bone would be.

Mo Jiyu looked at these disciples and whispered, "Let's go." ”

The disciples of the Cangyun Sect took out their magic swords one after another, and the imperial sword flew to the Longling Valley.

Mo Jiyu followed behind this group of disciples, his fingers gently brushed the slightly cool air, and chuckled, this kind of life is still very good.

When he arrived at Longling Valley, Mo Jiyu took the lead into the valley.

The white mist in the valley was filled, and the extremely humid air could wet the magic robe on his body, Mo Jiyu walked in expressionlessly, and asked a disciple who followed closely behind.

"What's your trial mission this time?"

That disciple glanced at Mo Jiyu a little strangely, surprised at how Elder Mo didn't know about this matter.

But he still answered honestly: "When the secret realm of Longling Valley is opened, we only need to stay in it for five days." ”

Mo Ji nodded and said, "Then I know." ”

When he arrived at the entrance of the secret realm, Mo Jiyu handed the disciple a few wooden cards and whispered: "When you get to the secret realm, if you encounter danger, as long as you crush this wooden card, I will know your direction." You just wait where you are, and I'll be there right away. ”

The disciple looked at Mo Jiyu with his eyes lowered and looked very gentle and whispered, and his ears couldn't help but be slightly red, so he nodded his head and said, "I know, thank you Elder Mo." ”

Mo Jiyu looked at this disciple's heartfelt expression, and couldn't help but smile: "You don't have to be so restrained in front of me, it's good to keep your original temperament." ”

The disciple was a little happy in his heart, and looked at Mo Jiyu with some flattery, but when he thought of the gap between Mo Jiyu and his own identity, he suddenly felt lost.

The dog was peeping on the side, and couldn't help but snort: The main owner really has the potential to be a scumbag.

The disciples who got the wooden card all held the wooden card and entered the secret realm, they looked at the surrounding environment with their hearts, their fingers rubbed the shape of the snowflakes engraved on the wooden card, and their palms shook it hard several times, but in the end they still did not crush the wooden card.

One of the disciples summoned his magic sword and clenched it in his hand, and began to explore the secret realm.

This secret realm looks like a paradise, making people forget to return, there is an inexplicable sweet smell in the air, he covered his mouth and nose very vigilantly, but the sudden appearance of the white fog obscured his vision, he tried to pinch a magic to drive away this white mist, but it was useless.

Helplessly, he could only slow down his pace even more, and every step was heartbroken, and a sudden pain appeared in his waist, and he couldn't help touching it with his hand, it was blood.

He couldn't help but cast a protective enchantment, listening to the movement inside the black mist.

But the successive attacks from the White Mist made it impossible for him to find the thing that attacked him.

He simply threw away the magic sword, closed his eyes and silently recited the mental method of cultivation, and threw a punch from the neighbor, the touch of hitting the object was extremely clear, and in the next second, a rattan pierced his abdomen.

He didn't cover the wound, but just smiled indescribably, holding the wooden sign engraved with snowflakes in his hand, and waited so long that this man should have appeared.

He closed his eyes and counted the beats in his heart and waited for Na Rao to bring it, and sure enough, he heard a woman's very cold voice: "Why didn't you smash the wooden card?"

The disciple suddenly opened his eyes, pretending not to have the slightest strength to speak, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the back molars, and the strange arc of the corners of his mouth became larger and larger, he really missed this voice very much.

But I saw the woman in green clothes walking into the white mist with an expressionless face, holding the transparent ice condensation sword in her hand and wielding the white mist, the sound of piercing the skin and flesh made people's scalps tingle, and the unknown thing in the white mist let out a terrible cry.