More than a month has passed since the Jiangdu selection competition, and the traces left by Ziyun and Zeng Fanyu have spread all over the Shenzhou Continent, and some unwilling sects have come to Jiangdu City to look carefully, but they have never found any trace of the two.

Since being brought back by Yang Chuanhuo, Ziyun has nothing else to do every day except for cultivation, and Yang Chuanhuo treats Ziyun very harshly, practicing with Ziyun every day, and beating him to the point that he is not human.

On this day, the clear sky suddenly darkened, the dark clouds gradually thickened, and the thunder roared, but not a drop of rain fell, and the demon beasts that could be seen everywhere in Xixia Mountain were also gone.

"Hey, it's a sign that something is about to be opened. ”

Looking at the various visions in front of him, Yang Chuanhuo, who was lowering his cultivation to discuss with Ziyun, stopped, savored it, and couldn't help but speak.

"Uncle Huo, what relics?"

Ziyun also followed Yang Chuanhuo's gaze to the sky.

In this area of the Shenzhou Continent, there are countless monks who are unwilling to leave their teachings to future generations when their longevity is approaching, they may be scattered cultivators without sects, or they may not receive satisfactory apprentices, or they may be unable to return home after betraying the sect. Clothes and other resources will be annihilated in this mortal world together, waiting for someone to open all the caves left behind, maybe they can get the inheritance, and some monks will set up traps to trap them, and entering his cave will be dead.

The rumbling sound came from not far away, endlessly, the thunder in the sky was loud, as if it was about to blow up this world, one of the unknown peaks of Xixia Mountain suddenly disappeared, but there was no trace of dust left, as if it had been flattened by a sword, leaving a huge open space.

"Young master, wait here, I'll take a look. ”

Yang Chuanhuo said that, and disappeared without a trace.

After a while, Yang Chuanhuo went and returned.

"Uncle Huo, what did you find?"

After seeing Yang Chuanhuo come back, Ziyun asked.

"Young master, it is certain that there is a monk cave that is about to open, but I don't know the specific opening time yet, and I don't know who left the cave. After a slight pause, Yang Chuanhuo continued: "Young Master, this time the ruins are opened, the Young Master can go and explore, if he can obtain the inheritance left by the ancient monks, it will be of great benefit to the Young Master's cultivation." ”

Nodding slightly, Ziyun responded, "Uncle Huo, Yun'er should do her best. ”

With the appearance of the vision of heaven and earth, the news that Xixia Mountain will have ruins open spread all over the world, and in just a few days, the major sects around Xixia Mountain flocked to it, and several nebula flying boats stayed above the ruins.

"Unexpectedly, it's only been a month, and we're here again. ”

The person who spoke was none other than the Dugu Shura of the Dugu family before, followed by three young monks.

"Brother Dugu, your Dugu family came very quickly!"

Tu Yidao of the Black Demon Palace walked off the flying boat with the disciples of the sect, looked at the Dugu Shura family, and said with a smile.

"Haha, it's really lively, how can such a big event be without my Star Dream Pavilion. ”

Wu Xiong, who arrived a little late, also rushed over with his disciples.

After a while, the six major sects of the Black Evil Palace, the Dugu Family, the Shuiruxuan, the Fengqing Mountain, the Xingmeng Pavilion, and the Huajian Pavilion all came here, and each sect more or less brought the young children of the sect to surround the huge open space.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time the ancient ruins are in the world, and the older generation and the younger generation should not compete with the younger generation, how about making an agreement?"

Feng Qingshan's dust road chief looked righteous and Ling Ran, fiddling with the dust and suggested.

"What the chief of the dust path said is reasonable, if we go in to fight, it will inevitably hurt the harmony, let the juniors go in, each by means, but also to warm up in advance for them to participate in the Western Regions Martial Arts a year later. ”

Shui Ruxuan's hibiscus fairy echoed.

"Sister Furong is just nice to say, and the slave family thinks so too!"

The peach blossom demon fiddled with the feather fan, covered his lips, and looked shy, I didn't know which fairy really thought it was talking.

The sects quickly reached an agreement and waited for the ruins to open.

Ziyun followed Yang Chuanhuo to the vicinity of the ancient ruins, and did not appear, carefully observing the young generation of monks who came to the major sects, and found that almost all the young monks had the strength of the Condensation Realm, and they were much stronger than the Condensate Realm monks they had seen before.

"Young master, after the ruins are opened, be careful, and obtain the treasures in the ruins as soon as possible. ”

The ancient ruins are generally equipped with formations, and there are strict restrictions on the cultivation of monks who enter them, not as the previous major sects said to let the juniors enter to fight, but with their strength is almost impossible to enter, if the formation is broken strongly, it is likely to cause the ruins to collapse, the treasures will self-destruct, and the treasures handed down in the ancient ruins will be wasted。

"Uncle Fire, I don't know when the ruins will be opened. ”

Ziyun, who was hidden in one place, asked.

"Young master, I guess it's just between the next two days. ”

Without waiting for Yang Chuanhuo to finish speaking, the ground in front of him surged for a while, and a crack appeared in the open space in the center, and a portal appeared in front of everyone's eyes, with three big characters on it.

After the big men of the sects present saw the three big characters of Mr. Yao, their eyes were red, as if they had encountered some heavenly treasure, and they began to stay away from the other sects around them one by one, carefully guarding.

"Uncle Huo, are Mr. Yao very famous? ”

Ziyun, who didn't know why, asked confusedly.

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it, it's actually Mr. Yao's cave mansion, I thought it was just an ordinary monk's cave mansion, but it was actually his cave mansion, this is troublesome. ”

When he saw the three big characters of Mr. Yao, Yang Chuanhuo also looked shocked and muttered to himself.

"Uncle Fire, Uncle Fire......"

Seeing Yang Chuanhuo stunned for a moment, Ziyun kept shouting.

"Uh, young master, after entering the cave mansion, you must do your best to capture the inheritance and treasures left by Mr. Yao. ”

Yang Chuanhuo stared at Ziyun and said solemnly.

"Uncle Huo, who is Mr. Yao?"

"Young master, Mr. Yao is a genius, since the disappearance of the Medicine Refining Pavilion ten thousand years ago, all the high-level pills have disappeared in this continent, and three thousand years ago, Mr. Medicine appeared, no one knows where he came from, only that his alchemy skills are very superb, many lost high-grade pills can be refined, and this person Shenlong sees the head and does not see the tail, only for the sake of alchemy, even if it is the power of the unity realm, it cannot be forced to refine medicine for him, Lingxiang Valley once found Mr. Yao, imprisoned him in the valley, forced Mr. Yao to refine the pill for Lingxiang Valley, and sent some alchemy monks to follow Mr. Yao, wanting to obtain his inheritance, but only after a month, Lingxiang Valley put Mr. Yao backSince then, no monk has ever seen Mr. Yao, but from time to time there will be high-grade pills on the mainland that appear in the auctions of major chambers of commerce, so after more than 800 years, there is finally no high-grade pill in the world. ”

Yang Chuanhuo recalled a historical allusion he had seen, and came to Ziyun one by one.

After listening to this allusion told by Yang Chuanhuo, Ziyun couldn't help but admire this Mr. Yao in his heart, and secretly made up his mind to obtain the inheritance left by him.

The sect bosses present were no longer talking as pleasantly as before at this moment, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn, and the communication jade butterfly in his hand emitted a bright light almost at the same time, reporting the news of the birth of Mr. Yao's cave to his own sect.

The sky was abruptly dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, and all the sect fusion god realm cultivators who were still near the ruins just now disappeared, leaving only the younger generation of monks below the Chengdan realm, and Yang Chuanhuo beside Ziyun also disappeared abruptly, without a trace of signs.

"Uncle Fire......"

When the darkness left, after seeing that Yang Chuanhuo beside him was not here, Ziyun called eagerly, and the disciples of the sect not far away also showed horror on their faces.

"Everyone, don't panic, your elders have just been passed out by the formation. ”

An old voice came from the void, but there was no figure to be seen.

"Who's talking, who's who?"

There were timid monks in the room who kept looking around, but the previous voice was no longer heard from now, and only the gate in the center was slowly opened.