The three of them turned Jinque City upside down, and only managed to save a total of five Nascent Soul Stage and three Jindan Stage.
One of the Nascent Soul late stage casual cultivators recovered quickly and helped them continue their search, but in the end they were unable to save more.
There was only one late-stage foundation-building guard at the nameless shop in Jinque City. Zhong Lingge didn't get here until the end. Seeing the scorched earth under the ruins, he felt uncomfortable.
She knew that the steward of the unknown shop would not survive. The low-level monks did not have fifth-level defensive treasures, so they would be as powerless against the divine attack as ants against a flood.
"Lingge, let's go, it's useless to stay here." Hu Jiufei patted her shoulder and sighed.
The distance between this place and the battle of gods in the deep sky is still too close. The increasingly frequent and violent spiritual energy whirlpools are enough to scare away all living creatures. They have achieved this step to the extreme.
"It won't be safe if we don't leave." Lan Siyue took out her flying sword and jumped up first.
Zhong Lingge no longer sighed and sighed, threw out the flowers and feathers, jumped up, and followed his friend in the opposite direction of the battle of gods.
*
Half a month later.
Tongque City was extremely lively. All the monks in the city gathered in the center of the square, looking at the magnificent scene high in the sky through the city defense formation.
The sky is covered with red, purple and golden glow, one after another, dyed through the clouds. The light shines on the formation barrier, reflecting the colorful light of the stars.
Zhong Lingge folded his hands and said in disgust: "She died so quickly, it was an advantage for her."
The death of True Lord Fangqi was destined. No one was surprised, but everyone had their own sighs and emotions. Only Zhong Lingge disliked her for dying too quickly. She died in half a month, which was not worth the life of that city.
"It's a good thing that the dust has settled." Hu Jiufei said in a low voice, "The Jiuxiao and Shuiyue sects have lost power, and Xuan Yuanjing is unable to support himself. The remaining sects will have to do something if they want to do evil for their own selfish interests. Worried."
"That's true." Zhong Lingge nodded in agreement. As long as casual cultivators and small forces can have a chance to breathe, the vitality of the lower domain will be restored, which is indeed a good thing. "And once she dies, the weather will be warmer again, and so many mortals and low-level monks will not freeze to death this autumn and winter."
The three of them lost interest after watching the glow in the sky for a while, and planned to find a place to discuss the adventure plan.
Hu Jiufei got Bingyi's lifetime income and knew how to refine Xiaojiu's body. The only thing missing was a rare material. The original plan was to go get it first and then meet up with her friends, but when she went there she found that she couldn't get in by herself.
"According to the records on Bingyi's jade slip, this ancient mansion is seven hundred years old, but the formations inside are still powerful. I dare not attack with talismans for fear of destroying the things inside. , I’m also afraid of triggering some attack and hurting myself, so I can only find you and go together.”
"What is the realm of the residual power of the formation?"
Zhong Lingge is quite confident in the battle method. As long as it does not exceed the third level, she can successfully solve it with her friends.
Hu Jiufei replied regretfully: "It should be the fourth level. It was only after I went there that I found out that the ancient cultivator of the legacy palace is located on an unknown small spiritual vein, and the formation disintegrates much slower than the low-level legacy palace. "
"The formation that has not been weakened for seven hundred years is indeed powerful." Zhong Lingge's heartbeat was far greater than the entanglement. "Now that I know that there is this legacy palace, it will be in vain if I don't go. Even if I can't untie the formation, I still think it's for the sake of it." What do you think about exploring the way into the Relic Mansion in the future?"
"Yes." Lan Siyue never refuses adventure, and she never hesitates when accompanied by her friends.
Hu Jiufei naturally agreed happily: "Okay! With you guys going together, I feel much more at ease. Even if I fail to take out the materials this time, I can still start refining them first."
Lin Xiaojiu is still practicing in the secret realm of the Black Sea, so he is not in a hurry for a while. The three of them leisurely replenished a large number of low-level talismans and disposed of some useless items before leaving the city.
After walking out of the city defense formation, Zhong Lingge felt the warm and moist breath in the air. The power of heaven and earth returned by the two transformed gods indeed added vitality to the lower realm.
*
The Ancient Relics Mansion is located on a remote floating island in the west. There are dozens of small floating islands there, forming a natural maze. And because the nearby spiritual veins have dried up and resources are scarce, there are no living creatures all year round.
Therefore, this ruined palace, which is at least seven hundred years old, has been preserved to this day and has not been explored.
Bingyi has always had information about the Relics, but firstly he is not good at formations, and secondly, he has severely offended people from the Shuiyue Sect. He tried to enter the west many times but was found traces, and almost died. Later, he did not dare to set foot in the west. Even until his death, he was unable to enter the palace that he cherished so much.
"The owner of this legacy palace is a powerful man who is good at formations, mechanisms and puppetry. He did not accept any disciples during his lifetime. When he had no hope of advancing, he realized that it was a pity that no one would pass on his life-long experience, leaving a trace in the clouds and mist. The jade slips were handed down from generation to generation. I don’t know whether I hope people will find them or not, but they eventually passed into the hands of Bing Yi, which finally made it convenient for us.”
Hu Jiufei said that Bingyi no longer had any emotions, no hatred and anger, and those tortured pasts were healed by the company of his friends for half a month.
Like a long-healed scar, there is only one scar there to prove that it happened. As long as you don't pay attention, the scar is just a part of thousands of experiences.
The three of them walked westward, and when they were about to reach the first floating island, they were stopped by a female cultivator wearing the uniform of an inner disciple of the Shuiyue Sect.
"Three fellow Taoists, wait a moment!"
The female cultivator flew from the front left side and stepped on a white petal. She had a kind smile and gentle eyebrows.
"I met by chance at the southwest junction a few days ago. I wanted to get to know a few fellow Taoists, but I was delayed because of something else. We met again today and I really don't want to miss the opportunity. I am a junior disciple of the first elder of Shuiyue Sect. Yunrao, I have long admired all of you."
Yun Rao's politeness did not move the three of them.
Zhong Lingge could tell from her friends' guarded aura that they, like her, had no good impression of this female cultivator who came to her.
There was no ambush around. Yun Rao did come alone, but it was hard to tell what the purpose was.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Zhong Lingge responded with a smile and asked, "I wonder if you can give us some advice?"
Yun Rao pretended to be surprised: "How dare you talk about advice! I'm just bored in the sect and want to meet some fellow Taoists to explore together! I wonder if the three fellow Taoists are willing to form a team with me and go to an ancient temple to retrieve precious?"
Alarm bells rang in the hearts of the three of them.
Coincidences that make them feel uncomfortable are often not real coincidences. When they were about to go to the deceased's mansion, Yun Rao blocked the way and said they were going with them, which was really hard to reassure them.
Lan Siyue always had a cold face and could not tell what was going on in her heart. Hu Jiufei had been pretending to be in front of Bing Yi for too many years and had already perfected his acting skills. All he could see was that she was showing just the right amount of curiosity.
Zhong Lingge asked half suspiciously and half unwilling to give up: "The Relic Palace? Where is it? If Fellow Taoist Yun is sincere, why not find an island and sit down to have a detailed discussion?"
