A chaos, this is Xiao Hui's first feeling when he wakes up from shock, this is an independent spiritual world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he was very surprised in his heart, Xiao Hui was not afraid at all and began to look at the chaos around him. Because he understands that the spiritual world he is in now is this artifact.

If there is still a inheritance in this artifact, then the inheritance must be in this spiritual world.

And the secret about the nameless immortal and his own mark must also be in this spiritual world.

Looking around blankly, it was all a rich chaotic world, as if there was nothing but chaos and nothing else that existed in this spiritual world. Even if you conclude that there is a secret in this chaos, you can only find this secret yourself. Thinking like this, Xiao Hui took the first step in this chaos. It's just that the difficulty of this first step makes Xiao Hui unimaginable.

It was as if your feet were stuck in the mud, and it was very difficult to lift your toes, let alone take your right foot.

This is a test of physical strength, a test of the mind, and a test of the owner of this artifact.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Hui's first step finally went out, but he was already sweating like rain, and he was out of breath and panting. And the moment his footsteps landed, a white phantom appeared out of thin air.

Jumping and soaring in the chaos, the posture is graceful, like a dance, but this phantom looks like a woman no matter how you look at it.

Could it be that this is the phantom left by the nameless immortal, and the nameless immortal turned out to be a goddess with a heavenly beauty? Xiao Hui muttered in his heart, but after this phantom existed for a while, it disappeared completely, Xiao Hui frowned, but he couldn't figure out the meaning of the existence of this phantom?

Is it just to welcome yourself as a new owner?

A peerless fairy with great magic power used dance to welcome an ignorant boy in the silver realm?Xiao thought about it for a while, and then drove this idea out of his mind, and at the same time warned himself that he still had to be pragmatic.

This time confirmed Xiao Hui's speculation about chaos, but there is no distinction between heaven and earth and direction, and it is very difficult to take every step, where should I go forward?

At this time, I was deeply immersed in this spiritual world, and I didn't know how to return to my own body.

Could it be that I'm going to be trapped here?

Thinking that a day later, the martial cultivators outside would be able to break through the prohibition and enter the Dharma Weapon Pavilion, if he hadn't returned to his body, wouldn't everything be exposed?

If this is the case, not only Xiao Hui himself, but even Mo Yan and He Anxun will fall into a mortal situation.

After all, this magic weapon is an artifact, and the temptation of an artifact is that even the sect masters of the eight major sects can't resist it, if it leaks the news, it will inevitably cause turmoil in the world.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hui suddenly became vigilant in his heart, and he must find a way to crack it and return to his body as soon as possible.

Xiao Hui carefully looked at this void, his mind was united, his eyes were deep, and he wanted to find a difference from this void. I don't know how much time has passed, and I haven't found anything, so I can't help but feel a little anxious. But suddenly thinking of the white phantom that appeared before, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he had an extremely bold idea.

Could it be that the nameless immortal expected this difficulty, leaving the white phantom to show him the way?

Xiao Hui looked at the direction in which the white phantom dissipated, and after a little thought, he made a decision. Now that he has fallen into such a forced situation, there is no other way but to try and believe in the arrangement of this nameless immortal.

He took his left foot again and walked very slowly in the direction he had identified. Every step consumed almost all of Xiao Hui's physical strength.

But every time Xiao Hui's physical strength was exhausted, the power of the left arm imprint was revealed, and it was able to absorb the mysterious power around him for Xiao Hui to use to recover his physical strength.

With the help of the imprint, Xiao Hui's speed has been increased by two times compared to simply walking.

Just when Xiao Hui was fighting in the spiritual realm, Mo Yan was not idle, leaving He Anxun alone to guard Xiao Hui, and she herself circled around the main hall of the Magic Weapon Pavilion, unwilling to look for all the corners where magic weapons might exist, and then returned to the stone platform in the middle angrily.

"He Bing Cube. This nameless immortal was too stingy, so he only left Xiao Hui a magic weapon, didn't he count it as if we came in with him?, he didn't even give us a mortal weapon......" Mo Yan said indignantly.

He Anxun didn't make a sound, in his opinion, as long as there was one magic weapon, it was enough.

"He Bingcube, along the road, you don't even say a word. What special Dharma decision are you cultivating that requires not to speak?" Mo Yan's attention shifted from the magic weapon, and she looked at He Anxun curiously.

He Anxun shook his head, the cold color on his face did not change, but Mo Yan opened his mouth in great surprise: "I don't know what to say, so I won't say it." ”

Although the voice was slightly cold, it was sonorous and powerful, and it sounded in the main hall.

Just such a simple sentence made Mo Yan excited, originally with Xiao Hui by her side, she didn't feel lonely. But as soon as they arrived in the secret realm, Xiao Hui and He Anxun were immersed in the world of Qianjilin. For three days, no one spoke to her, and she felt that she was about to become the same ice cube as He Anxun.

And now that Xiao Hui has fallen into the world of divine consciousness again, she is forced to return to a lonely situation, but she actually let the real ice cube He Anxun speak.

"He Bingcube, where is your home?"

"He Bingcube, how old are you?"

"He Bingcube, why don't you like to talk?"

"He Bingcube, what are your dreams?"

......

He Anxun kept answering, a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, it seemed that answering such a question made him quite difficult, and it seemed that what he said today had exceeded what he had said in the past few years combined.

But Mo Yan was not very satisfied, because what she could get was that He Anxun was sixteen years old, and the others were avoided by He Anxun.

The ice cube is really the ice cube, Mo Yan couldn't help but pout, only to find out that Xiao Hui was there, it turned out to be such a happy thing, and she hoped that he would wake up quickly, but she couldn't help but say something to He An that made his brain black.

"Bing Cube, do you know that if you keep going like this, you won't be able to marry a wife?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Yan felt that something was wrong, because she felt that when she said this, it was as if she thought that Xiao Hui would be able to find his confidante, who would his confidante be? If it wasn't for herself, Mo Yan rubbed her eyebrows, then she would definitely not agree. In the future, those who can accompany Xiao Hui can only be people who are better than themselves.

The golden robe loomed on Xiao Hui's body, and a colorful light flashed from time to time, showing his extraordinaryness.

Mo Yan and He Anxun's attention was on the golden silk robe, but they didn't know what kind of torture Xiao Hui was enduring inside.

Seventy-eight steps, Xiao Hui counted silently in his heart, but he didn't know how long it had been, and during this period, the white phantom had never appeared again, and Xiao Hui had no other choice but to continue walking in this direction.

was about to lift his right foot, but suddenly put it down, and Xiao Hui's slightly disappointed face suddenly had a look of surprise.

There seems to be light ahead!

A bright cloud of white light floated in the chaos, and if you didn't pay attention to it, it was very likely to miss it.

This white light, I'm afraid, is the direction that the phantom is pointing to.

After Xiao Hui understood, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, because the route he was moving forward had shifted slightly. Since he saw the white light carrying hope, Xiao Hui only felt a burst of excitement, and once again took steps towards the bright light, and walked slowly.

What could this white light be, and is there any secret hidden in it?

Two questions flashed in Xiao Hui's heart, but he didn't notice that invisibly, his speed of progress was slowly improving.

Although there is a void with strong hindrance in this spiritual space, it is extremely helpful to the divine consciousness, and every step forward is a kind of tempering of the divine consciousness. Xiao Hui has inadvertently gone so far. And his divine consciousness was also slowly improved in this difficult step by step.

After another thirty-five steps, Xiao Hui finally came to the white light. A dense group of light more than one person high, Xiao Hui stepped into this light group without any hesitation.

In the Magic Pavilion, Mo Yan woke up from her deep sleep, only to suddenly find that a night had passed again, and it was a new day. And He Anxun was still by Xiao Hui's side, obviously not sleeping all night, but there was no trace of fatigue in his expression.

"They were able to break the ban at noon. He Anxun saw Mo Yan wake up and said in a cold voice, but it was difficult to hide a trace of worry in it.

Xiao Hui had already spent a day in the golden silk magic weapon, and if he didn't find a way to deal with it before the scattered cultivation outside came in, the three of them would be in danger.

Mo Yan also sensed that the situation was not good, her face was difficult to relax, a trace of sadness rose on her little face, and she said to He An: "If he hasn't woken up at noon, you can find a way to leave." ”

The implication is that she will not leave Xiao Hui. Because she had to use her identity to save Xiao Hui's life. This is the last resort that Mo Yan came up with, and it is also the last retreat, although she will pay a big price.

He Anxun shook his head firmly and said, "I owe him a favor." ”

He was referring to Xiao Hui's verbal help in front of Song Yixiu, but more than that, during this period of getting along, Xiao Hui let him find a trace of home warmth in his heart that had nowhere to put it, which was even greater.

Mo Yan smiled bitterly, she didn't know if she could save Song Yixiu.

As if he felt the thoughts of the two of them, the golden silk robe on Xiao Hui's body suddenly changed, and the strange colors on it disappeared without a trace, and the body of the golden silk robe was completely revealed, as if Xiao Hui was trapped in it. And Xiao Hui's imprint, which had been extinguished, lit up again.

A surge of hope suddenly rose in Mo Yan's eyes, because she believed that Xiao Hui would definitely do it. He Anxun also chose to believe Xiao Hui.

This bright light seemed to be extremely close to Xiao Hui, and as soon as Xiao Hui walked in, he felt the strangeness in it. The light seemed to caress his body, and it made him warm and indescribably comfortable.

The bright light circled around him, as if performing some kind of ritual, and Xiao turned around in it, not moving.

Then, the left arm imprint shone brightly, and the surrounding light seemed to have found an outlet, pouring into Xiao Hui's body from the imprint, but Xiao Hui was powerless to resist at all, so he could only let this bright light enter his body, but there was some expectation in his heart, and what kind of changes would occur.

After all the bright light poured into Xiao Hui's body, a strange look rose on his face as a wonderful piece of information appeared in his mind.

The golden silk robe is called the ancient robe, which is in ancient times, a ball of red gold felt the will of heaven and earth, and after years of evolution in a cave with abundant mental power, it finally became an artifact recognized by heaven and earth. On that day, the sky sent thunder, and the earth was auspicious, and it was taken away.

And that piece of red gold was also psychic, becoming the instrument spirit in the ancient robe, and was replaced with a golden spirit, as the first generation of masters experienced countless peerless battles, that was its most glorious time.

And now, this ancient robe has been buried here for tens of thousands of years, and the spirit of the instrument in it is nowhere to be seen, and the realm of the ancient robe has fallen to the realm of mortal weapons.

There is no information about the first generation of masters. Xiao Hui couldn't help but guess that compared to the first generation of masters, it was the nameless immortal, and his expression showed a look of fascination. At the same time, he was secretly determined, and he would not insult the nameless immortal and the prestige of this ancient robe, and he would definitely let it return to the top of the artifact.

After feeling the information of this golden silk robe in detail, Xiao Hui couldn't help but smile. Although he has not yet solved the mystery in his heart this time, he has basically mastered this artifact.

Outside the Dharma Hall, Mo Yan and He Anxun both showed a trace of bitterness on their faces, and what should have come has come after all.

In the "roar" of this party, the ban on the outside was finally completely broken. There was even a hint of surprise coming in from outside: "The door of this magic weapon pavilion is actually open!"