Night!

It's quiet!

This is a time for mortals and many creatures on earth to rest and sleep.

But for the monks, there is no difference between day and night, and in a house in the Purple Altar City, the ancestor of Yuan Fu sat down with his eyebrows.

Green smoke rose from the incense burner in front of him. The major events of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance in Purple Mandala City were completed with basic handling.

Just as they expected, after that auction meeting, the commercial status of Purple Altar City immediately rose a lot, but Yuan Fu Old Ancestor's heart was always shrouded in a shadow, and his intuition told him that something big would happen.

"Yuan Fu Daoyou!"

Yuan Fu Zhenren opened his eyes suddenly, and he was so shocked that he almost petrified on the spot.

I don't know when, there was a middle-aged Taoist in this elegant room with layers of prohibitions, and Yuan Fu Zhenren subconsciously swept out a divine sense, and was shocked to find that the other party was like an abyss and a sea, unfathomable, far above the great monk in the late stage of the Returning Source Realm.

"Junior, Yuanfu, I've seen my seniors!"

There are not many predecessors in the world, and each has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

Even Yuan Fu Zhenren had never seen one of them, but he saw this great cultivator in the late stage of the Returning Origin Realm, such as the Taishang Great Elder Tianhe Ancestor of the Tianhe Sword Sect, who was at the helm of the Tianhe Sword Sect, one of the ten sects of the righteous path.

In Tianhe Ancestor, Yuan Fu Zhenren could still feel a fierce sword intent, knowing that the other party was much stronger than himself, but in the person in front of him, he didn't feel the aura of danger, and he didn't know how much the other party was stronger than himself, but he knew that his divine sense seemed to have fallen into a bottomless whirlpool.

"This seat Shen Tu Hong!" the middle-aged Taoist asked in an indifferent tone, "What is the origin of that Divine Fire Daoist?"

The other party did not release any momentum, but Yuan Fu Ancestor felt an invisible pressure.

It's like an ordinary man, seeing an emperor who is also a mortal.

The latter has no monk's means, but the difference in status is huge, and with just one look, he can make the same ordinary man immediately bend his knees and kneel.

Yuan Fu Zhenren touched his sleeve, the light flashed, and he took out two things, "Senior, please take a look, this is a magic weapon that was burned by Shenhuo Daoyou, and there is also the scene of the day's fighting." ”

Shen Tuhong took the two things, swept the damaged magic weapon at a glance, and roughly judged how strong the flame of the person who shot it was.

It's just that I didn't expect that the real person of Yuan Fu actually had a photo talisman of the fighting method.

After receiving the stimulus, he directly saw He Qi urging the Gengjin Divine Sword, and split the poisonous dragon whip with one sword, and without the slightest stagnation effect, it split the untouched Yang Ling Zhenren into two halves.

Shen Tuhong's eyes were slightly stunned, but he was not much shocked, but he was just impressed by the decisiveness of the Divine Fire Dao people.

The secret method of Yuan Fu Zhenren is to extract the soul memories of all small creatures and insects within a radius of dozens of miles, and reconstruct the scene of the fighting method at that time.

But what these little creatures saw was different from what the monks saw.

The cat in the eyes of the mouse is like the tiger in the eyes of the human, and the insects, ants, mosquitoes, frogs, and all the small insects and small animals can only see a few inches in front of them.

When the storm is strong enough to a certain extent, these creatures lying on their stomachs in the grass can't feel how big the storm is, but it's big anyway.

Even if all their memories are superimposed, a lot of useful information is not available.

For example, you can't show the strength of the Fighting Monk from this screen.

Without a trace of sword intent, only the simplest picture was left, allowing the monks watching to judge the strength and weakness for themselves.

This kind of judgment depends on experience, not just the size of the sword light.

For example, the Xuanhuo Sword Technique can make monks feel powerful, and in the eyes of the little insects, it means that the whole world is burning.

And the Gengjin Divine Sword, when a sword is cut open, the sword light is bright, and there is a thunderous sound, in addition, in terms of the size of the sword light, it is far inferior to the bluff of the dazzling fire sword technique.

Therefore, according to the insight of the impermanent ghost king who incarnated as Shen Tuhong, he didn't see that the Gengjin Divine Sword was very unique, and he didn't see that the Shenhuo Daoist was not a returning monk, and then he saw He Qi chop vegetables and cut melons and beheaded Deadpool.

and the body was blurred like a cloud, and he escaped the shocking knife unharmed.

"Senior, in my judgment, it may be the Daoist friend of the Western Desert Flame Demon Sect!" said Yuan Fu Zhenren Xiaoyin.

"If the Flame Demon Sect doesn't have this person, Yang Mingjun won't know how to do the Void Dao Exercises, so he will play with two fires on the Flame Demon Mountain, not to mention his junior disciples!"

Yuan Fu Zhenren saw that the other party called the name of the Flame Demon Ancestor, and with a contemptuous tone, he was even more careless.

"But there are any other clues?"

"Hmm...... By the way, this person wants to pass the information of a Buddha's cultivation, and it seems that it has an inseparable relationship with that Buddha's cultivation!"

Yuan Fu Zhenren was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, telling everything about the Divine Fire Dao people in the Purple Mandala City one by one, and the cautious Yuan Fu Zhenren did not dare to forget a trace of it, as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the Immortal Dao, when he was on the first floor of the Qi Channel, and was asked by the predecessors of the iQue Period.

It wasn't until the other party's body turned into green smoke and floated out of the elegant room and disappeared that Yuan Fu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he didn't know when the cold sweat behind his back soaked his clothes.

Yuan Fu Dao took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and with a flick of his fingers, around the elegant room, a light purple light curtain suddenly appeared, and the heavy prohibitions he laid could still activate the excitation.

It's not that the spirit runes you have laid are not good, but that the other party is too powerful, even if you lay more spirit runes, it will be useless.

Longyuan City.

He Qi naturally couldn't count himself as being remembered by relying on the watery Six Lines Sutra, and he was still quietly deducing the exercises at this time.

Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

This is a place where skin and meat are traded and bought for spring, and men are very bold in this matter, even if they are usually scheming people, they are very generous here.

The female cultivators from the Western Desert Fantasy Sect and the Hehuan Sect used their own means, and some of them played a dazzling magic sound, making people constantly wander back and forth between sobriety and fascination.

Some of them are in the ** magic sound, singing and dancing lightly, making a hundred charming and delicate shapes, and their soft and graceful figures make the men who enter the Hundred Flowers Pavilion to enjoy it like a dream.

The righteous path of the Great Jin Dynasty and the demon path of the Western Desert have been contradictory for a long time.

In history, after many battles, it was impossible to completely kill the demonic path.

After the death of a large number of monks, this balanced pattern has been formed, and there are some explicit agreements on both sides, and the demon cultivator has come to the Great Jin from the Western Desert, no matter where he is, he can't still come as he is in the Western Desert.

In the same way, if a monk wants to enter the Western Desert and subdue evil demons, he must be prepared to be attacked by a group.

The wonderful thing is that in this contradictory situation, there is also cooperation.

For example, this Hundred Flowers Pavilion can allow righteous path monks to appreciate the authentic Illusion Sect and the Demon Cultivation style of the Hehuan Sect without going to the Western Desert to take risks.

It must have cost spirit stones, so there is no need to worry, if you are in a trance, you will be killed by the witches of the Illusion Sect and the Hehuan Sect.

The monks who come to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion are not all for fun, some of them are just here to refine their divine sense, and they intend to experience the feeling of being trapped in a state of confusion, and the next time they encounter a similar situation against the enemy, they will not have no means to deal with it.