At dusk, the mountains behind the Zhou Dynasty's imperial palace
In an attic located on the mountainside, Jiahe Zhenzun was leaning on the bed with his breasts exposed. A ball of dark green liquid on the right shoulder completely covered the wound. From time to time it made a subtle "squeaking" sound, the flesh and blood regenerated, and the wound gradually healed.
The ancestor looked pale and looked haggard.
Wanxuanta ran away, and the loss was immeasurable.
Not to mention that the tower itself is a magic weapon. Not only does it contain a mysterious little world, but the first three floors of the tower are also the secret treasures of the Zhou royal family. Among them are rare magic tools, talismans, elixirs, spiritual plants, etc. count.
It can be said that three thousand years of accumulation were destroyed in one day.
"Ancestor, are your injuries feeling better?" Ji Tingjian, who was standing by, asked carefully.
When he saw his ancestor injured, he was the first one to rush over, rescue him, and then send him here.
Most of the Zhou royal family are monks, so there is a good fourth-level spiritual vein in the mountain behind the palace. Although it is not as rich as the spiritual energy in Wanxuan Tower, it can still help recovery.
"Don't worry, you won't die yet!" Jiahe replied in a muffled voice.
"Ancestor, what happened? Is it true that the weapon spirit in Wanxuan Tower has awakened, as people said?"
"That should be the case, otherwise..." Jiahe frowned, feeling confused in his heart.
The tower spirit has been sleeping, and I observe it for a while every day. Why does it suddenly wake up? Besides, this time is not biased, it happens to be that he is making calculations and deductions, and his spiritual consciousness cannot be distracted. Is it too coincidental?
Thinking of this, he asked aloud: "Where is the Panshi Sutra?"
At that time, he hurriedly chased the pagoda and didn't care about it at all.
"Here is the disciple." Ji Tingjian quickly took out the ring.
After Jiahe took it, he ordered:
"Ting Jian, go to the original location of Wanxuan Pagoda and get some soil for me."
Ji Tingjian agreed and went there himself instead of asking other disciples to do it for him.
Half an hour later, a pile of fresh soil was placed in front of the collapse.
His lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but when he saw that his ancestor had already begun to divine, he closed his mouth.
Jiahe followed suit, and a quarter of an hour later a miniature tower appeared on the Panshi Sutra, exactly like the Wanxuan Pagoda.
Magical weapons are spiritual things, and their spiritual essence is also constantly escaping.
Then the Panshijing rotated rapidly, and soon it stopped, and a direction appeared on it.
Jiahe looked at the words above and remained silent for a long time.
"Ancestor?" Ji Tingjian couldn't help but ask.
"Hongzui Strait," Jiahe sighed: "Wanxuan Pagoda has hidden under the Hongzhi Strait."
The Red Strait was a crack left by Huang Ji during a battle with a powerful swordsman from the upper realm during the great catastrophe. It has now been extended into a strait that stretches thousands of miles, and is also the natural boundary between Qin and Zhao.
The arrogant and domineering sword spirit of the sword cultivator still remained in the depths of the strait, so it became full of murderous intent. Even Jiahe, with his status as a god, never dared to set foot in it easily.
The pagoda had fled there, and he could only look at it and sigh.
Jiahe frowned and thought, then said after a long time:
"No need to guess anymore, there must be someone in the tower! Someone controls this pagoda. The tower spirit itself does not have the wisdom to choose the red strait as a hiding place."
"Ancestor," Ji Tingjian said, "when my disciple went to pick up soil, he discovered something strange."
"oh?"
"There is still part of the Wanxuan Tower there, and the stone house where the prisoners were kept is still in place, as if part of the tower base has been cut off. However, among the prisoners in the stone house, there is also a guard named He Gun. All the disciples have disappeared.”
Then he took out something from his arms and said: "The disciple also found some strange things at the fracture of the tower base."
Jiahe looked up and saw a jade box containing some gray soil and some thin threads like silk.
He grabbed it, observed it carefully for a moment, and said in surprise: "The soil of Ximing is actually the soil of Ximing!"
Then he slowly rubbed the thin threads in his hands, repeatedly sensing them with his spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but feel surprised:
"This is a spiritual plant, somewhat like the legendary Evolution Seal Grass. However, it seems to be able to evade spiritual detection. It is quite similar to the Shadow Grass. Moreover, it is of extremely high grade..."
"How strange is it? Under the magic circle of heaven and earth, there are actually spiritual plants in the Zhenyu world that are higher than me. Could it be that... the power of the magic circle has faded? Impossible! That is... well, since this thing has such characteristics , thinking about it, it is possible to escape the suppression of the heaven and earth magic circle."
He was talking to himself, but Ji Tingjian was confused.
"This grass has been growing in Wanxuan Pagoda for a long time," Jiahe looked at the junior and explained: "This item is of a higher level than me. Furthermore, although the old man of Wanxuan Pagoda has already refined it, it is only It has been refined less than 30%, and so far it has not been able to be absorbed into the sea of consciousness. Therefore, this spiritual plant continues to grow in the tower, and I don’t know anything about it. It’s really... Hehe, it’s all deliberate!"
"As for the soil of Ximing," he sneered, "it should have suddenly expanded rapidly during my calculation, completely covering the stone house and completely separating it from the Wanxuan Pagoda. Therefore, the Wanxuan Pagoda flew up. You can't take it away."
Having said this, his consciousness spread out and instantly arrived at the base of the Wanxuan Tower. After some investigation, I once again strengthened my judgment.
At this time, a paper kite flew into Ji Tingjian's hand from outside. After he opened it and looked at it, he reported:
"Ancestor, the following people came to report that He Gun has not returned home, and his family does not know where he has gone."
"Yeah," Jiahe nodded, which was also expected:
"You have people send over the blood essence and blood of the demon fox, as well as the blood essence and soul card of He Gun. I am going to do a divination for the third time today to see where they have gone."
After Qing Xiaoling was imprisoned, Zhou State kept a portion of her blood essence as usual.
About an hour later, the results of the two people came out one after another.
"Seventy miles southwest of the city," Jiahe said, while sending his consciousness there: "Well, there is a manor, send someone there immediately. There is a pond at the third entrance, and underneath, hum, He Gun is there There, in a spirit bag."
"In the spirit beast bag?" Ji Tingjian asked in surprise: "Why is he there?"
"This He Gun in the pagoda is a fake," Jiahe said with an ugly face: "More than two months ago, after He Gun got the chance to enter the pagoda, he should have been secretly replaced. As for the spiritual beast thrown away In the bag, I'm just worried that the soul card will break into pieces and be discovered."
"Hey, it turns out that there is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon under the tower! Under my nose, I pretended to be someone else for two months, and there was no flaw. This courage, and his ability to hide and hide. The technique is not simple!"
"Where did this golden elixir come from?" Ji Tingjian was stunned.
"This is definitely not a golden elixir. This person's cultivation must be Nascent Soul!" Jiahe said firmly: "A mere golden elixir doesn't have such ability?"
"Nascent Soul?" Ji Tingjian was even more confused. There are only a handful of Nascent Souls in the entire Eastern Region, and Jiahe is very familiar with the aura of each of them. If the Nascent Soul is hiding underneath, Jiahe will be easier to detect.
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something:
"Ancestor, could it be the one from six years ago?"
"Yes." Jiahe nodded, with a stern look on his face.
