Half an hour later, Yang Zhen met Zhao Yuer and others at Tianlu Peak.
"It was my fault. I was too cautious, and I missed something big!" After recounting his experience, he said in frustration:
"I was worried that Ji Tingjian would be aware of my spiritual prying eyes, so I immediately ran three thousand miles away to ambush him, thinking that he would definitely pass by. In the end, my cleverness was mistaken for my cleverness..."
After the war started, Yunxiao Sect closed all the teleportation arrays, and they could only be reopened with a special token. As the master of the Law Enforcement Hall, it is not difficult for Feng Ao to obtain such a token. Yang Zhen was so anxious that she forgot about this incident.
With the efficiency of the teleportation array, Ji Tingjian had already entered Qin when he got the news, and it was impossible for him to catch up.
"Little Shitou, don't blame yourself too much," Zhao Yue'er comforted him: "Maybe the talisman seal is not as important as we thought..."
"No!" Yang Zhen shook her head: "My guess is definitely not wrong! Besides, you didn't see Ji Tingjian's excitement at that time, that kind of undisguised excitement from the heart. I even doubt that Zhenzun The ancestor incited all countries to besiege Yunxiao Sect, maybe his real purpose is this confession!"
"Is it so important?" Zhao Yue'er was surprised: "Ancestor, what on earth is he going to do?"
Yang Zhen sighed: "That's not what I know."
Zhao Yue'er was silent for a while, then worriedly said: "Tell me, if the True Ancestor really comes, can our Yunxiao Peak still be able to defend it?"
Shou?
Yang Zhen's mind immediately flashed back to the shocking scene she saw in the suburbs of Qingzhou half a year ago.
A killing move from a hundred thousand miles away!
That was completely beyond his comprehension.
Even though he is now at the peak of the Golden Core, and his strength is enough to rival most Nascent Souls, compared to the Transformation God, he is still an ant that can be easily crushed to death.
The Transformation God masters the rules of the Great Dao, which is completely different from the ordinary Nascent Soul Golden Pill fighting method.
It was a dimensionality-reducing blow, an insurmountable existence.
"I can't keep it," he said with a heavy expression, "I have to go to Yunxiao Peak, I want to find Sister Zixue, and I have to see Master. I have many, many things I want to ask them!"
…
Yang Zhen entered Yunxiao Peak without disturbing anyone. He has the true disciple token left to him by Yan Xiling. With this token and the divine soul aura left on it, the mountain-protecting formation is insignificant to him.
Of course, only for himself.
Zhao Yue'er and others hid in the small bluestone.
Yang Zhen didn't want to disturb other people at this time. He just wanted to see Yan Xiling and Zixue, whom he had longed for for a long time.
The vigorous figure walked straight up the cliff.
After about a quarter of an hour, he reached the top.
The top of the mountain remains snow-capped all year round, and the quaint and old Jiuxiao Palace remains as dull as ever, like an old man who has gone through countless vicissitudes of life.
He suddenly remembered the first time Wei Biao brought him into this place more than twenty years ago.
At that time, he had just entered the spiritual practice, and he was both curious and fearful of this place. Worried that the ancestor of Nascent Soul would see through his secret, worried about being searched for his soul, imprisoned, worried about his fate being manipulated like a piece of grass.
At that time, the Yanxiling Mausoleum was like the Yunxiaofeng in front of him, towering into the clouds. He did not dare to look up or look directly at it.
But now, not only did he easily set foot on this mountain peak, but even when he met the ancestor of Xiling, he no longer had that nervousness and fear. He will speak freely about the doubts, questions, and suggestions in his heart without reservation.
In just a few years, why did Yunxiao Sect become like this?
Liang Xiaoyu was killed, ancestor, were you involved?
Is Zhenzun Jiahe coveting something from the Yunxiao Sect?
How to resolve the current crisis?
etc.
…
Yang Zhen pushed open the door of Jiuxiao Palace.
The courtyard was silent, just like it was more than twenty years ago.
After passing through the Xuanxie pavilions, we stopped for a moment outside the innermost hall.
A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and he walked in slowly.
There was a person sitting in the shadow under the central platform.
His eyes were lifeless and shaped like wood carvings.
"Brother, head master?"
The person in the shadow seemed to wake up from his trance, raised his eyelids, and squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth:
"Junior Brother Yang?"
"Why is the head brother here?" Yang Zhen glanced around: "Where is the master?"
"Junior Brother Yang, your aura...is it in the late stage of Jin Dan?" Hong Zhengli seemed not to have heard his question and said to himself: "I heard that Junior Brother Sang Hongtu was killed by Junior Brother Yang. I couldn’t believe it before, but now, I am convinced!”
He laughed, his voice gradually getting louder, and his expression becoming more and more excited: "Junior Brother Yang, and Junior Sister Zhao, you two, your qualifications and opportunities are unmatched! My Yunxiao Sect, haha, I have a successor to my Yunxiao Sect, There is a successor, hahaha——"
He suddenly remembered something, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted:
"Junior Brother Yang, leave quickly, go far away, and come back in a few years!"
"Why is this?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"Don't ask so many questions! Let's go quickly and take Junior Sister Zhao with us. If it's too late, it'll be too late!"
"Is it too late?" Yang Zhen's heart moved: "Senior brother, are you worried that Ancestor Jiahe is coming?"
Hong Zhengli was stunned: "Junior Brother Yang, so you know everything?"
"I also saw the confession letter that used the rhinoceros as material and was stamped with the country's jade seal." Yang Zhen asked: "Is it necessary for the true ancestor to break away from the suppression of the heaven and earth magic circle and come to our Yunxiao Sect? This thing?"
"Junior Brother Yang really knows," Hong Zhengli exhaled and said, "Whether this thing is necessary, our ancestors and I are just speculating in secret and dare not make a conclusion. However, in the past two years, the Xu Kingdom has been invaded frequently, and Dong Yu’s attitude is ambiguous, but he has repeatedly urged me, Yunxiao Sect, to write a letter asking for help. Judging from this, I think we should be inseparable.”
That's right.
Yang Zhen became more confident in her guess.
He couldn't help but regret the mistake he had made again, and at the same time, he hated someone so much that he gritted his teeth.
"This confession was ordered by Feng Ao, right? Where are the others?"
"The station is at the foot of the mountain."
"I'm going to catch this guy!"
"Forget it," Hong Zhengli waved his hands and laughed at himself: "If I deal with him at this time, wouldn't I be slapping him in the face of an old man who really respects him? It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate..."
"Besides, Junior Brother Feng is also an old man of our Yunxiao Sect. When the building is about to collapse, if there is such a person here, if I really respect him, he might be able to show his respect and save some of my Yunxiao Sect's vitality!"
"Even if you are still alive, it is still better than death, haha!"
Yang Zhen was speechless.
"Why did the ancestor Zhenzun have to come to my land of Xu? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to something from the Yunxiao Sect?" He expressed the doubts in his heart.
A trace of confusion flashed in Hong Zhengli's eyes, and he shook his head: "I don't know either."
"Is Master still in retreat?" Yang Zhen said frankly: "I want to go to the cave to visit his old man."
After saying that, he raised his feet and left.
"Wait!"
"Senior Brother, is there anything else going on?"
Hong Zhengli hesitated for a long time, then finally smiled bitterly and sighed:
"Junior Brother Yang, you don't have to go."
"True Lord, he is not on the mountain."
