Chapter 726: Hermit (2)

Yuan Infant Realm cultivators will naturally feel that they are a little shorter when facing the power of the God Refining Realm, not to mention feeling uncomfortable, some Yuan Infant Realm monks who have been in the top position for a long time cannot accept to coexist with the power of the God Refining Realm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The middle-aged man obviously also knew about the common problems of the Yuanying Realm cultivators, he smiled slightly, and said softly: "Little friends of the Feng clan don't need to worry, I have another matter here." ā€

"Oh, dare to ask the seniors what they need the help of the kid?" Zhou Yue's mind turned, and the middle-aged man in front of him finally talked about the right thing, he believed that since this person came forward, he would definitely not just make amends for his mount, there should be something more important, just use the reparation as a pretense to throw bricks and jade.

"Xiaoyou is a smart person, so I won't go around in circles. A glimmer of light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and although his face was shrouded in a layer of mist, everyone could still be sure of the excited gaze that this person had just revealed.

"You should have discovered this annexed space where I live in seclusion...... Ahem...... Ran into some minor issues. The middle-aged man looked ashamed, then looked at Zhou Yue with some expectation, and said, "This matter still needs Xiaoyou's hand to solve." ā€

Zhou Yue was noncommittal, he did feel that there was something wrong with this attached space, and it seemed that there was a powerful interference source that was constantly destroying the spatial structure here. If it is placed in the Overworld, such a source of interference may not play a big role, but this is a subordinate space with a weak spatial structure, and when the structure is destroyed, the entire auxiliary space will also collapse towards the Overworld.

"I won't let Xiaoyou waste his energy in vain, if Xiaoyou can solve the crisis here, I am also grateful. The middle-aged man nodded, and then waved his hand and summoned a true qi mirror, which suddenly blurred, revealing a dark and deep underground scene.

Zhou Yue's pupils shrank, and he knew what the source of interference was.

"The source of the water vein?" Zhou Yue stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man, he didn't expect that there was a source of water veins hidden in this kind of attached space, which should be impossible logically.

The source of the water vein is equivalent to a Void Realm monk who will not control the leakage of his own power, and it is also overwhelmed by the secret realm-level auxiliary space, it seems that the reason why this auxiliary space still exists is because of this middle-aged man who suppresses it all the time.

How difficult is it to suppress the source of the water veins above the Void Realm by cultivating in the Refining God Realm? I am afraid that the middle-aged man has reached the point of exhaustion, if there is no intrusion of Zhou Yue and his party, he can only let go and quietly watch the ancillary space collapse, otherwise the source of the water veins will be crushed along with the middle-aged man at that time.

"Why do seniors think that I have a way to deal with the source of the water vein?" Zhou Yue suddenly raised his head, he decided to test the middle-aged man first, and said with some hesitation: "I'm just a mere Yuan Yuan Realm cultivator, and even my seniors can't solve the trouble, why do seniors think that I have a way?"

Unexpectedly, when Zhou Yue looked at the middle-aged man, the latter seemed a little flustered, and said anxiously and quickly: "Ha? You are a monk of the Feng Clan, right? Didn't the Yuan Infant Realm monk of the Feng Clan master some secret method......

Zhou Yue suddenly felt speechless for a while, could it be that this great monk thought that as long as he was a monk of the Feng Clan, he would have a way to deal with the source of the water vein?

At the same time, he couldn't help but be glad that the Ze Wang Ding on his body was not exposed, otherwise he was a Feng Clan monk with a human merit holy weapon, which would not be explained.

"Senior ......" Zhou Yue rubbed his forehead with a faint pain, and said helplessly: "The Feng clan is not omnipotent, not to mention that when it comes to 'water', most people in the world will think of the dragon clan, right? ā€

"Could it be that you can't control the source of this water vein?" The middle-aged man's face changed, he seemed to be deeply shocked, and muttered, "No...... At first, the man helped me control ......."

Zhou Yue said in his heart that this great monk may have met a Yuan Infant Realm Feng clan monk with a unique skill, and that person was probably saying something similar to a gesture with the middle-aged man at the beginning, so he thought that all the Feng clan monks had the ability to control the source of the water vein.

"Seniors don't need to panic, the kid does have a way to control the source of the water vein. Because it was not clear whether this great monk would break out and hurt people if he was powerless, Zhou Yue decided to slow him down for the time being, and besides, Zhou Yue did have the ability to control the source of the water vein, which was not a lie.

The middle-aged man in front of him did not shout and kill to coerce Zhou Yue with strength as soon as he came up, but in turn treated him politely, apologized and made amends, which can be said to be very rare among monks who recognize indifference, and people can't help but feel good.

"Huh......" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, he smiled slightly, and said, "The Feng clan monk really lives up to his reputation......

"Don't, senior, not everyone in the Feng Clan has this means of controlling the source of the water vein, even if it is placed in the Dragon Clan, the monks who can control the source of the water vein can probably be counted on one hand. Zhou Yue hurriedly shook his head and explained: "The kid can control the source of the water vein only because of his special physique, and it has nothing to do with the bloodline of the Feng clan. ā€

The middle-aged man nodded solemnly, and said with some hesitation: "I don't know...... Can you completely seal or remove the source of the water veins here?"

"What's the matter, seniors don't need this thing?" Zhou Yue glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, the source of the water vein is a treasure far beyond the realm of virtual transformation, and there are not many monks who can withstand the temptation to abandon it.

"Do you know the story that has been circulating in the human cultivation world for a long time?" the middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said in an inexplicable tone, "One day, a mortal picked up a flying sword. ā€

"This flying sword is invincible, invincible to mortal blades, and this mortal has become a famous swordsman in his hometown with this sword. The middle-aged man paused slightly, and then said: "Then, once again, there was a streamer flying down in the sky, and the mortal desperately climbed the peak where the streamer fell, only to find that the peak had been cut in half by a sharp weapon, and a more dazzling and sharper flying sword was inserted straight at the original top of the mountain. ā€

Zhou Yue nodded, he had also heard of this story, usually it was a story used by the major sects of the Xixun Department to warn their disciples, and the ending of mortals should be very tragic in the future.

"Mortals don't know what a flying sword is, but it is a gift from heaven and earth, so they happily accept this sword. The middle-aged man sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "However, this second flying sword did not bring him good luck, but instead took his life away, and finally became a revenant under the sword." ā€

"Don't blindly pursue treasures that you can't see through, that's probably what it means, right?" Zhou Yue was playing the role of a Feng clan monk at this time, and of course he had to pretend not to know.

"Not bad. The middle-aged man showed a wry smile and said with some emotion: "The mortal in this story is my master. ā€

Zhou Yue raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he didn't expect that there would be a follow-up to this story.

"Mortals don't really die after their lives are taken away by the flying sword, and in fact, very few creatures below the Jindan realm actually die. The middle-aged man sighed with some emotion, and then said: "His divine sense was captured by the flying sword, and he gradually became stronger in the process of killing enemies again and again, and finally defeated all the dead souls in the flying sword, and became the evil spirit of the flying sword. ā€

Evil spirits are instrumental spirits forcibly cultivated by some evil means. As we all know, it is difficult for the magic weapon after the blood sacrifice to give birth to the magic spirit, and the power of the magic weapon is also insufficient, so some evil monks have come up with a way to make up for this, they take a large number of living souls and put them in the magic weapon, let these living souls fight each other, and the strongest one obtained in the end has a certain chance of being refined into evil spirits.

"The owner of that flying sword later died in a vicious battle, and Shizun was completely freed, and he cultivated all the way from the machine spirit to the Jindan realm, and reshaped his physical body. The middle-aged man smiled lightly and said, "How? This is the full version of that story." ā€

"In other words, is it because of the influence of the senior master that the seniors are respectful of the source of the water vein?" Zhou Yue suddenly calculated, if this middle-aged man didn't need the source of the water vein, maybe he could ask for it.

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly, and said, "Yes, it would be great if Xiaoyou had a way to remove the source of this water vein, even if you can't help remove it, please help me seal it for a period of time, just like that Daoist friend of the Feng clan back then." ā€

"In this way, the kid will take over the matter, but the details need to be determined after I observe the source of the water vein. Zhou Yue gave tonight a look, and the two immediately came to the middle-aged man's side. Since he wanted to help this great monk remove the source of the water vein, he naturally needed a middle-aged man to lead the way, which would save a lot of time and not provoke the source of the water vein.

On the other side, the Sweep Spine and the Trace Cave Snake Clan monk looked at each other, and the young master of the Bee Clan took a step forward, made a great desolate salute to the middle-aged man, and said, "Senior, I'm just dragging my feet to stay here, so I'll leave." ā€

"Aren't the two little friends going to see the source of the water vein?" The middle-aged man looked up and down the spine with interest, and said: "This is a rare opportunity, even among the southern bee clan, not everyone has the opportunity to observe the source of the water vein, at least he has never seen such a miraculous thing." ā€

Zhou Yue couldn't help but complain in his heart that the middle-aged man was troublesome, if he really listened to the persuasion of this great monk and went with them, Zhou Yue's difficulty in eliminating the source of the water vein would increase a few points, there were many people, and he didn't plan to expose the existence of Ze Wang Ding. At this time, he only knew that he had a merit holy weapon on his body, but he didn't know that this merit holy weapon in his hand could restrain the source of the water vein.

"The seniors have a good intention to the younger generations, but the southern bee clan and the human race are hostile after all, and the younger generations still need to return to the sect to deal with large and small affairs, so they will not be accompanied. ā€

After saying that, he immediately took the monk dressed as a scar snake clan and galloped towards the location where the group had first entered here, as if he was afraid that the middle-aged man would regret it, and disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) )