Fang Yan was still suspicious in his heart, and the voice of the witch cicada came again, but this time it was much clearer and brighter: "Fang Yan, these witch miasma is of no use to you anymore, let's speak first." ”

As the voice of the witch cicada fell, Fang Yan noticed a fluctuation around the high platform, the gray mist churned slightly, and the gray mist on one side of the high platform faded down, revealing a road more than ten zhang wide, the color of the road surface was a little darker than the surroundings, and there were huge pillars standing up twice, and it seemed that there were monster sculptures on the pillars.

The fluctuations continued, Fang Yan stepped off the high platform, and walked along the long road, while releasing his divine sense to explore the surroundings, and soon Fang Yan found that his divine sense was actually able to reach a farther distance here than in other places in the Xuanlan Domain, and the source of it was actually because after his Sanskrit Forging Technique circulated, the surrounding gray mist that was called Wu Miasma by the predecessors of the Witch Cicada Song.

The scene behind the gray mist that was still vague in his eyes was much clearer in the divine sense investigation, and what made Fang Yan even more surprised was that this was like a place of a sect, although the Wu clan was rarely exposed in front of people, but its reputation was prominent in the ears of many high-ranking monks in the Xuan Lan Domain, that is, Fang Yan had many guesses, and he would not have thought that the clan land of the Wu Yi clan would be so depressed.

Everywhere the divine consciousness could reach, not a single monk moved, only many tall stone tablets and stone statues scattered around, and there were many strange patterns on them, all of which were unique to the Wu clan that they had seen in the dialect, and they came from the same source as the rune left by the witch cicada.

The pace of the dialect is not slow, and after a while, I saw a simple and healthy hall at the end of the road, which is different from many sect halls that the dialect has seen, there is no eaves dripping, there is no spiritual light, only a simple stone pillar, and the stone slab supports the whole hall, revealing a breath of primitive game.

Such a simple hall, but the dialect did not have the slightest underestimation, just the moment the hall was revealed, the dialect sensed an unknown power sweeping over him, this power has exceeded the limit that the dialect can bear, and even made the dialect rise up the idea of withdrawing immediately, but this power was fleeting and did not appear again, and the dialect used his divine sense to investigate, but could not detect anything, so that the dialect was inevitably a little frightened.

Finally came closer, Fang Yan saw that the outer wall of the entire stone hall was covered with carved graphic patterns, the technique was a little clumsy, as if the ancient rock paintings were in general, there was a unique flavor, there was a hunting scene in the picture, dozens of people were hunting a monster beast that looked like a giant elephant, there were also picnic carnivals, more people were singing and dancing around a bunch of bonfires, lively and extraordinary, and there was a solemn atmosphere, it seemed to be a sacrificial scene, in which there was a huge eye suspended on the altar like a living thing, looking down at the common people looking down, that is, Fang Yan was also shocked by this giant eye, his heart tightened, but he just looked at it again, but found that he had no previous feelingIt's just an ordinary picture.

Fang Yan is becoming more and more cautious in his heart, everything in this Wu clan land seems so mysterious and weird, these patterns in front of him are nothing, this ordinary stone hall, did not perceive the fluctuation of the high-level formation, but Fang Yan found that his divine consciousness could not penetrate half of it at all, a formation that he could not sense at all to isolate all his divine consciousness, this is no longer a means that Fang Yan can imagine, that is, the middle stage of distraction, it is difficult for the great monks in the late stage of distraction to have such an arrangement, in an instant, this simple and simple hall reminded Fang Yan of the feeling when he was in the Lock Demon Tower or the Demon Suppression Palace。

The dialect that had to be explored more carefully suddenly heard the voice of the witch cicada sounding again: "Dialect, I didn't expect you to make such progress so quickly." ”

The originally closed hall suddenly revealed a portal, and a figure flashed out from it, it was the Wu Clan's distracted monk Wu Cicada who invited dialects to the land of the Wu Clan.

"Dialects have seen predecessors. "Originally, I came to the appointment, and when I saw the sound of the witch cicada, Fang Yan immediately gave up his hand and said, but after the ceremony, Fang Yan raised his eyes to look at the witch cicada in front of him, but he showed a little surprise, but after a hundred years, the witch cicada in front of him was much older than back then, if it was normal for ordinary mortals to age, but the witch cicada was a distracted monk, unless the limit was approaching, it was thousands of years, and this situation should not occur, and the witch cicada was never likely to be about to end.

Feeling the surprised look of the dialect, Wu Chanming had no intention of explaining, but just looked the dialect up and down for a moment, showing a little relief or satisfaction on his face, and then said, "Go in and talk." After that, enter the portal first.

Fang Yan followed, into this mysterious hall, the whole hall is hundreds of zhang in circumference, empty in the middle, still no monk breath, swept over, in addition to a dozen carved stone pillars full of various patterns, there is only a round platform in the center, see the center of this round platform, Fang Yan's eyes paused slightly, can't help but look at a few more glances, except for the absence of the giant eye, the altar in front of him is exactly the same as the pattern depicted on the outer wall of the main hall.

The Witch Cicada did not approach the round platform with a dialect, and walked far away to the side of the main hall, and after a short time, the two of them crossed a portal and entered a stone room, and there was nothing left except a stone table.

Wu Cicada Ming sat cross-legged on the side of the stone table first, raised his eyes to look at Fang Yan and said: "Brother Fang Yan, sit down, taste my Wu Clan's Wu Gu fragrant tea, you are in a hurry, I just refined a little yesterday, and few outsiders have this blessing." ”

Fang Yan didn't expect Wu Cicada Ming to be so Yaxing, he suppressed the question he wanted, sat down cross-legged, originally when he was in the Heavenly Star Sect, the two were equals, Fang Yan heard that Wu Cicada Ming still called himself the elder brother, so he didn't be polite anymore, and immediately said: "Wu Gu Xiang Tea? The younger brother has never heard of it, but if you want to close your mouth, the old brother should not be stingy." "Whether it's a distraction catastrophe or a search for the spiritual fire, it's not a moment or a half.

"Haha, this is difficult, Wu Gu fragrant tea can only taste when it is refined and drunk, and it will dissipate in a few days, you want more, but you don't, but if you really want to drink it, as long as you come to me, I will be ready for you at any time." ”

Haha laughed, Wu Cicada Ming waved his hand, a set of tea sets appeared on the stone table, it seems that the Wu clan is the best all kinds of bone refining magic weapons, even this set of tea sets is also made of unknown demon beast bones, but this set of tea sets seems to be too high-grade, Fang Yan actually sensed the breath of almost medium-grade aura from the teacup and teacup, thinking about the original for the bone staff grade is not slightly higher than this, Wu Cicada Ming was also calculated by the red bald three, Fang Yan is quite strange in his heart.

"Don't look at me like that, this set of magic weapons has been passed down from the ancestors of the Wu clan, and if you want to drink Wu Gu fragrant tea, you can only taste it with it. As if sensing the gaze of the dialect, the witch cicada said, playing a few tricks in his hand, a faint breath of fire surrounded the tea set, and began to warm the cup of tea, boiling tea with its own real fire, and only a monk who is very good at this way would do this, but Fang Yan has also used real fire to do many irrelevant things, but there is nothing unusual.

When he didn't step into the cultivation realm, when he was still a pawnshop guy, Fang Yan also liked to drink tea and make tea, after entering the cultivation world, he was busy cultivating, but he rarely had such interest, seeing the witch cicada's singing of a trick and a style, containing a certain rhythm of tea cooking techniques, dialect suddenly had some thoughts flashed, cultivation on the way, there were no rules and regulations, it was the most ordinary cooking tea, look at the Wu Cicada singing flowing water concoction technique, it actually contains some kind of heavenly way in it.

After a while, the tea set was warm, and I saw the witch cicada ming finger stroke, and a ball of red and black things imprisoned by the array charm was instantly thrown into the teapot, and then a gourd magic weapon appeared in the witch cicada's hand, and a clear stream of water shot out of it into the teapot.

After a while, a wisp of fragrant taste escaped, and the dialect with slightly squinted eyes had not yet drunk the tea, so he shook his head and praised: "Good tea." ”

"Whether it's really good or not has to be tasted until later, brother, please." The cicada waved his hand, and a teacup had already flown in front of Fang Yan.