"Buzz!"
"..."
The rolling black mist has been dispersed by the Yin Control Talisman.
Bai Ling was trembling all over, huddled in the corner, looking at the talisman in front of her, the fear in her eyes came from deep in her heart.
In her current state, if she were hit by this talisman, she might not be able to survive.
"Um?"
"What did you say?" Ye Wentian stared blankly and moved his fingertips to the right.
The sigil flashed and passed by the figure in front.
Bai Ling's eyes trembled sharply, and the look of fear on her face did not fade away. She looked at the person in front of her, still maintaining vigilance.
Others may not know it clearly.
She is well aware of the horror of this talisman, which is... the rumored heavenly magic!
"My name is Ziyun, and the village above the tomb is where I grew up. This sky tomb is very old, and I did not build it. I ordered my tribe to modify it after I discovered it, and finally I was buried like this."
Ziyun took a deep breath and didn't hide anything.
"oh?"
"Back then, how long ago?" Ye Wentian's eyes became a little more interested.
Zi Yun calmed down a little, and when she saw that the other party did not continue to attack, the expression on her face relaxed a lot.
Step forward and raise your hand as a martial arts salute.
"I don't remember the specifics. It's probably nearly a thousand years ago." Ziyun paused and responded softly.
Ye Wentian's eyes flashed.
"Nonsense."
"No matter how powerful the spirit is, it is impossible for the spirit to remain for so long after death." Ye Wentian said bluntly.
It is even more impossible to have the power to possess others.
And it also exploded with such fighting power!
Zi Yun's eyes trembled and she quickly raised her hand again.
"I'm not talking nonsense."
"Originally, I really should have dispersed, but a hundred years ago, a strong and extremely yin energy suddenly appeared in the tomb, and I woke up at that time." Ziyun responded continuously.
Ye Wentian's eyes flashed slightly.
A hundred years ago?
That old guy from Daomen?
"I understand." Ye Wentian nodded.
His eyes fell on the person in front of him again.
This glance.
Seeing Zi Yun, her body trembled slightly.
"You...the talisman you cast, when I was young, I saw a senior named Wu use this seal to suppress overseas immortal sects." Zi Yun pursed her lips lightly.
She was not qualified to know that big boss, so she couldn't call him acquaintance.
At this point, I can only bite the bullet and speak.
"you sure?"
"What's that senior's name?" Ye Wentian's eyes narrowed.
Regarding the past of the villagers in Novice Village, those guys never mentioned to me that the Dark Hall was once an organization founded by the old village chief. He only found out about it after returning to Dayan.
As well as Li Xuanyuan's identity as the acting Dragon King of Dayan, Ye Wentian knew nothing about it before returning to Dayan.
Damn it!
Thousands of years ago?
Wu Keke looked at him and looked like he was in his forties or fifties.
"This...I don't know."
"At that time, I was not qualified to call the boss by his first name."
"Since you understand this seal, your teacher should be a descendant of Senior Wu." Zi Yun took a deep breath.
After hearing this, Ye Wentian nodded slightly and felt that it made sense.
I will ask these things clearly when I return to the village next time.
Don't take it too seriously.
"last question."
"Are you Bai Ling or Zi Yun?" Ye Wentian's eyes narrowed and he took a deep look at the person in front of him.
Zi Yun's eyes trembled.
Suddenly, I felt a life-and-death crisis gripping my mind.
"Don't... don't get me wrong. Bai Ling is my descendant. I am just a ray of spiritual thought residing in her body. Bai Ling is still Bai Ling." After Zi Yun said this, a faint light flashed in her eyes.
Her body trembled.
next moment.
The expressions on his face were constantly switching, as if he had a split personality.
After a while.
The light in his eyes was replaced by a ray of light.
"She can't think of it herself." Zi Yun's face looked slightly ugly. She was afraid that the people in front of her wouldn't believe it, so she subconsciously took a step back.
Ye Wentian kept looking at the person in front of him.
Feeling the change in the other person's aura, and after confirming that the person in front of him was not lying, his eyes became a little calmer.
From the current point of view, the consciousness of the two women should be shared.
It was normal not to want to come out of the scene just now.
"Okay, let's get down to business."
"You were also a strong man back then. You should be buried with a lot of treasures. It would be too wasteful to bury them in the grave." Ye Wentian glanced at the person in front of him.
As soon as these words came out.
Ziyun was stunned in place.
Is this serious business?
"There are indeed some, but after a long time, they are of no use anymore. I still have some spiritual jade left here. I wonder if you can use it?" Zi Yun flashed her eyes and carefully observed the expression on the face of the person in front of her.
After all, it had been so long, and there was really nothing she could do.
If the person in front of her is angry and a Yin Control Talisman is struck towards her, the soul she has finally gathered will be blown away.
"How many?" Ye Wentian asked subconsciously.
"This... isn't much, just over a thousand yuan."
"What we should consider now is how to get out. The seal in the sky tomb was set by me when I was in my heyday." The look on Ziyun's face became a little more serious.
Unless she uses secret techniques to take away the spiritual power of the person in front of her, and briefly return to the heyday, there is a possibility of opening the tomb.
Otherwise, the two of them might be trapped and die here.
"How much do you say!" Ye Wen's eyes flashed red.
Ziyun was stunned for a moment.
The next moment, she turned and walked aside.
"Condensation."
"open!"
Raise your hands and form the seal.
Ziyun slapped her hand on the rock wall nearby.
The entire rock palace trembled.
"Buzz!"
"Boom boom!"
"..."
A crack opened in the rock wall, like a stone door opening. Pure spiritual energy hit his face, and a pile of flashing spiritual jade fell into his sight.
Ye Wentian's breathing suddenly became a little faster.
The scarlet color in my eyes is even brighter!
"call!"
"Whoops..."
As he raised his hand, a ray of white light shot down, sealing the pile of spiritual jade inside.
At this moment, if anyone dares to snatch it from him.
Ye Wentian will fight tooth and nail without hesitation.
"It's not difficult to get out. Wait for me to refine these spiritual jade first." Ye Wentian stared at the piles of spiritual jade, and the spiritual power in his body was unconsciously moving.
Going to the Tomb of Heaven is right.
This trip is worth it!
Ziyun frowned slightly, her eyes flickering uncertainly.
Lingyu is indeed rare.
But it’s only more than a thousand yuan, why is the person in front of me like this?
"You..." Zi Yun wanted to speak, but as if she thought of something, she immediately shut up, her eyes flashing vaguely.
It seems now.
In the martial arts world outside, Lingyu may have become extinct.
Caused by eyes.
Ye Wentian's figure has already entered the barrier of the White Tiger Cauldron.
"More than a thousand yuan, should be enough for refining the soul." Ye Wentian composed himself, and the Xuantian Kung in his body began to operate.
"Buzz!"
"Kaka..."
The spiritual jade trembled, and bursts of clicking sounds were heard.
The terrifying absorbing power swirled the pure spiritual power, forming a huge spiritual vortex above Ye Wentian's head.
The surrounding spiritual jade became gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"hiss!"
"This this."
"What kind of monster is this kid?" Zi Yun trembled all over and couldn't help but widen her eyes.
